Beautiful Disaster

by Rye Hart

  “I think we should postpone things until –”

  I never finished my sentence, though. Preston's lips found mine, and he lifted me up, effortlessly, onto the examining room table. My legs parted naturally for him, and he pressed into me. His erection was obvious through his thin dress pants. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, rubbing against the firm, thick bulge beneath his slacks with a low moan.

  “This is wrong,” I whispered. “You could lose your job.”

  “Hush,” he said, moving his mouth to my neck.

  His lips were warm against my flesh, as he tilted my head back and dotted more kisses along my skin. Shivers ran the length of my body and was quickly followed by a rush of warmth and pleasure. The effect of his hands and mouth on me were profound and intense.

  “You're the last patient of the day,” he moaned. “Nobody will notice.”

  “What if your nurse walks in again?”

  Preston looked up at me, his lips twitching in a smirk. “She won't,” he said cockily.

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “I can't,” he teased. “But, isn't that uncertainty and element of danger part of the appeal?”

  His hands pushed my skirt up higher on my thighs, and his fingers dug into my skin. His desire and lust were obvious, as was mine. It felt wrong to move on so quickly from Stephen, but he'd been right about one thing – our sex life had grown dull.

  Ever since he became obsessed with having a baby, we only had sex for procreation. There'd been no more fun, quick romps. No more spontaneous rendezvouses. There had been no time for that. After a while, I'd felt like an object. A tool. Like my body only served one purpose – to have his baby. I didn't feel wanted or desired in the least. But now, with Preston, I felt like a sexual being again and it felt amazing.

  Too amazing to pass up.

  “I just want you so badly,” he whispered, nibbling my ear as his warm breath rushed over me. “I've wanted you for years, Camille, and I'm not sure I can wait any longer – I'm not even sure I care if we get caught or not because I need you. Right now. I need to be inside of you.”

  His words echoed through my head, and I trembled with my own unmet needs. I'd lusted after Preston Winters forever, even before that night we'd let loose and fooled around. One of my biggest regrets was never getting to experience making love with him. But there we were years later, and I finally had my chance.

  Preston slid my panties aside and his finger found my clit. Slowly, he circled it while kissing along my jaw and neck. God, I'd wanted him for so long. I trembled, and my breath caught in my throat as he touched me. Fuck, his hands on my body felt so amazing.

  Caught up in the rapture of the moment, I reached for his belt buckle and fumbled with it, removing it as quickly as I could. Together, with his free hand, we worked to unzip his pants until they slid down on his hips, just enough to free his cock from the confines.

  I took him in my hand, sliding my hand up and down his shaft as pre-cum saturated the tip. Preston's head fell back, his eyes fluttered open and shut as a low growl escaped his throat.

  “I've been waiting so fucking long,” he said.

  “Me too, Preston. Me too,” I whimpered.

  I removed my hand and he looked down at me, the light of need burning bright in his eyes. He positioned himself between my parted thighs and thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock parting the lips of my pussy. I tightened my grip on his body, my arms wrapped around his neck and my hands running through that soft, blonde hair of his as he thrust into me a second time, this time slipping deeper inside of me. I gasped as he filled me up, my head falling forward until he turned my face back up, making me look into his eyes as he rocked back and forth against me.

  He stared deep into my eyes as I clenched my inner muscles tight around his dick. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched tight as I squeezed the muscles inside of me. The look of absolute bliss on his face was amazing to me, and the sensation of having him inside of me was powerful. I felt every inch of him as he stretched me wider than I'd been stretched in a very long time.

  I leaned back slightly, to give him easier access. He thrust himself into me deeper, grunting as he filled me to the brim. My feet dug into his ass, pulling him closer to me, deeper into me. We had to be quiet – there were still nurses in the hall. I may have been the last patient for the day, but we weren't alone, and that meant we couldn't let the world know what we were doing in that examination room. He was right though – the taboo of it all only intensified the pleasure.

  I buried my face into his chest, inhaling his musky cologne as I tried to keep my cries of pleasure to a minimum. My body quivered with delight as he continued to fuck me, moving in and out of me with such ease. Our bodies fit so snugly and so well, it almost felt like we were meant to be together.

  A warmth in my lower body started to spread, as I felt myself coming ever so close to the peak.

  “Oh God,” I whimpered, desperately grabbing ahold of Preston's shirt as I realized just how close I was.

  I stared up into those blue eyes one more time as he buried his cock deep inside of me, and I lost it. Preston kissed me, taking my screams into his mouth, silencing them as best he could as I shuddered through one hell of an orgasm. My body trembled, and I held onto him for dear life as my orgasm rocked my body.

  I bit down hard on his lip as I came, but if Preston noticed, he didn't stop me. His breath was ragged and desperate and I felt him tense up as he pounded his stiff prick into me one last time. His lips were still against mine, but he still groaned low, the sound nearly animalistic as he came. I gasped as the warmth inside of me grew as he filled me up with his seed.

  I watched his face twist into a look of pure bliss, my eyes wide as he held me close to him. I leaned into him, riding out the waves of ecstasy that were rippling through me. His strong arms were still holding me tight, and it felt like he never wanted to let me go.

  “That was – intense,” I said, once it was safe to pull our lips apart.

  My head fell forward onto his chest as we both tried to catch our breath. Preston rubbed my back as he held me close, without saying a word. His heartbeat was loud and strong in his chest, and I closed my eyes, relaxing into the warmth of his body. He stroked my hair, and when I looked back up at him, he pushed some loose tendrils away from my face before kissing my forehead.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered against my skin.

  His now deflated cock slipped out of me, and there was a gush of warmth and wetness on my inner thighs. I couldn't deny the fact that I loved the feeling. Knowing that I probably couldn't get pregnant, it took a lot of stress out of the equation, that was for sure.

  Given that Preston was a doctor, well, one could certainly hope he was clean of any disease. Still wouldn't be a bad idea to discuss it – especially if we continued strolling down that path.

  Preston stepped away and handed me some paper towels as we both wiped ourselves down. He pulled his pants up and made himself presentable before helping me down from the table. He lifted me up from it, holding me by the waist as I situated myself back on my feet.

  “My word,” I teased. “Do all your patients get such special treatment?”

  “Only the pretty ones,” he said with a wink. “No, seriously though, I've never done anything like that before. You were – the first.”

  A sheepish grin spread across his face.

  “Are you regretting it?”

  He thought for a moment before the smile on his face grew wider. When he looked at me, his eyes sparkled and filled me with a warmth so uncommon to me in my life.

  “Not at all, actually. But only because it was you, Camille,” he said. “Any other patient and it would have been weird. Creepy, even. But you and I have a history together and – well, I never thought I'd see you again.”

  “Yeah, I didn't think I'd see you again either, honestly,” I said softly.

  We stared into each other's eyes for wh
at felt like an eternity – an eternity I wasn't sure I wanted to end. Preston looked up at the clock, his smile faltering.

  “We've been in here awhile,” he said. “We should probably head out or they're going to think something's up.”

  “Yeah, you're right,” I sighed.

  Neither one of us moved for a long moment though. But, then he finally wrapped his arms around me.

  “Let's have dinner. Tonight,” he said. “I know just the place.”

  “Tonight?” I choked. “Haven't you seen enough of me already?”

  He laughed. “Not nearly enough,” he said. “Besides, I haven't had a chance to ask about your life. What it was like in New York – and what brings you back to the West Coast.”

  “You're right,” I said, nodding. “We have so much to catch up on.”

  “That settles it,” he said, picking up my file and writing something down on a piece of paper, which he ripped off and handed to me. “Meet me here at seven tonight.”

  “El Placer? Isn't that a little fancy?” I asked, unable to control the grin growing on my face.

  He shrugged. “Maybe a little, but the fresh seafood is to die for.”

  “I'll be there,” I said, tucking the address into my purse.

  I sidled up against him before walking out the door, and Preston kissed me again. My heart nearly stopped when his lips pressed against mine. If I had any doubts as to whether Preston wanted this to be a recurring thing, those went out the window with his kiss. Soft and gentle, he held my face in his hands for a long time afterward.

  “God, I've missed you, Camille,” he said.

  “I've missed you too, Preston,” I said softly, before turning toward the door and leaving.

  At least this time, when I left the office, I knew it wasn't goodbye. We had a date – and I only had a couple hours to get ready for it.

  Chapter Four

  Preston

  I got to the restaurant early, and since there was a wait, put my name down for a table. I was seated fairly quickly for it being dinner time rush and was lucky enough to get us a booth near a prominent water feature right beside the outdoor deck.

  The waterfall provided a nice, romantic backdrop for our evening. Not that I was looking to romance Camille – well, maybe part of me was looking to do just that. We still had to get to know one another again, of course. Not to mention the fact that she'd just gotten out of a relationship. So, it was probably wise to take things slow, but maybe over time, this could go somewhere more meaningful.

  At the very least, hopefully, we could be friends again. Like old times.

  The hostess led Camille to the table, and I stood to greet her. My eyes nearly popped straight out of my skull when I saw her in a fitted red wrap dress that hugged her body perfectly, highlighting her tiny waist and voluptuous hips. Her long, chestnut hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves that rivaled any Cosmopolitan cover model. With lips so perfectly plump and red, eyes deep blue, she was like something out of a magazine. Or a dream.

  She smiled as she approached, a shy smile that showed off her dimples. She looked away as she drew closer to the table though, her cheeks flushing pink as if she was embarrassed. Not that she had anything to be embarrassed about. She looked amazing.

  “Preston, you look great,” she said, her voice low as we hugged.

  It was a stiff, somewhat awkward hug. It was almost as if neither of us knew whether or not to go in for a kiss or not.

  “You're absolutely breathtaking,” I whispered into her ear, mid-embrace.

  She stepped back, her cheeks brighter red than before, and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. I pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down. I took the seat across from her, completely unable to tear my eyes away from her.

  “I've lived in Los Angeles for how long? And I've never been to this place,” she said. “Though everyone raves about it.”

  “Oh, you'll see why soon enough,” I said.

  I peered at the wine list as she looked over the menu. I already knew what I wanted, but the perfect bottle of wine would help bring the entire meal together. El Placer was high-end Mexican fare with a touch of fresh seafood.

  “I always say I'm going to try something new, but I can't resist the Enchiladas de Camerones,” I said, sipping from the water glass as I decided on a wine from Napa Valley.

  “Shrimp enchiladas? Can't go wrong with that,” she said. “In fact, I was just looking at that myself.”

  “Good choice,” I said.

  She closed her menu as the waitress came to take our drink orders.

  “I'll take a bottle of Veladora White, please,” I said. “And ceviche to get us started.”

  We finished ordering our meal, and then we were alone, staring at each other from across the table. It had been so long, I wasn't even sure what to talk about. I wanted to know everything about her but had no clue where to start. We used to have similar interests in shows and books, but nowadays? Who knew? I really didn't think discussing X-Files would get us anywhere, not after as long as it had been since those days.

  “So,” she said, tapping her fingers on the table as her eyes scanned the perimeter, almost like she could pluck a topic of conversation out of thin air. “How have you been?”

  “Good,” I said, clasping my hands in front of me on the table. “I finished medical school, worked at a hospital for a while before joining the clinic. I think it's all going really well actually. How about you?”

  “Well,” she cleared her throat, “things seemed to be going well for me too. I graduated from college and worked at some boutique firms in New York City, before coming back home. As much I as loved New York, I really, really started to miss the West Coast. I worked for a company here in LA for a bit before I started my own design firm, and that's going extremely well.”

  “That's wonderful,” I said, smiling wide. When Camille didn't return the smile, I asked, “So, given your rampant success, how come you don't seem all that happy about it?”

  She cocked her head to the side, then let out a sigh as she trailed her fingernails along her arm. It was as if she was trying to distract herself from something. Or maybe, keep herself from talking about something. Finally, she looked up and gave me a small grin.

  “You already know about my ex-fiancé and all,” she said. “I'm not sure why I'm beating around the bush with it. Stephen actually owns half of my company, and I have to work with him every day. He's actually the CFO.”

  “Ouch.” I cringed, genuinely feeling for her.

  Without thinking about it, I placed my hand over hers, as a comforting gesture. Her eyes grew slightly wider, but she didn't pull away.

  “Here's hoping I can buy him out,” she grumbled. “But, knowing Stephen, he will stay just to make my life more difficult.”

  The waitress bought out our wine and our appetizer, and I did my best to change the subject.

  “How's your family been?” I asked. “It's been so long. I'm sure your dad is no longer looking for work?”

  She chuckled. “No, he's actually retired now. He hurt himself in the field shortly after he found a job. Mom is still teaching high school though. I doubt she's ever going to quit.”

  “The world needs teachers like her,” I said. “Did I ever tell you that she's the reason I decided to go into medicine after all? I mean, I knew my dad wanted me to do it, but she's the one person who helped me realize it was right for me.”

  “I had no idea,” she said, a soft smile on her face. “I bet she'd be very happy to hear that.”

  “Maybe one day I can see her again and tell her myself,” I said.

  As soon as I'd realized what I'd said, I felt a knot in my stomach constrict painfully. I realized too late that although it sounded innocuous, that it could be taken an entirely different way. I opened my mouth quickly and tried to clear it up – and made things worse.

  “I mean, not that I think we should –” I stammered. “I just meant--”

  “It's alrig
ht, Preston,” she laughed. “You were my best friend back in the day. I'm sure my mom would love to see you again. My family has a bar-b-que planned for next Saturday. You're welcome to come if you're interested. As an old friend, of course.”

  My face fell. “As much as I'd like to, Camille, I have plans that day already.”

  Her smile faltered, but only a bit. She managed to remain cheery, even though I noticed that she slipped her hand away from mine.

  “I understand,” she said. “I shouldn't have said anything.”

  “No, I'm glad you asked,” I said. “Maybe another time?”

  “Sure. Another time,” she said softly, though I couldn't help but hear the disappointment – and skepticism – in her voice.

  An awkward silence fell over the table, as both of us tried to think of something to say. I knew so little about Camille these days, except for her medical history and the fact that she was coming off a failed relationship– neither of which would make appropriate dinner-time conversation. She wasn't meeting my gaze anymore either, and I could tell something was wrong. I had a feeling it had to do with the elephant in the room.

  After our meal was delivered and our glasses refilled, I figured it was a good idea to bring it up. Hopefully we'd have minimal interruption and could talk things out fully.

  “About earlier, in my office,” I said, speaking slowly.

  I never took my eyes off her, studying her for any reaction. She looked up and we locked eyes, but it was hard to get a read on her thoughts. She looked a bit panicked, her eyes wide and she was nibbling her lower lip nervously – a tell with her that she'd had since high school. She looked almost ready to jump up and bolt out of the restaurant.

  “I'm sorry,” she stammered, just as I'd started to say more.

  “You have nothing to be sorry about,” I laughed. “I put the moves on you –”