Doctor's Orders, Sweetheart

by C. M. Steele

  “I’m on my way.” I hurry into the bathroom. “Baby, I’m being called.”

  “No, problem. You’re an amazing doctor.” She kisses me, then leaves. I wash and head to work, thinking I’m the luckiest man alive.

  Chapter 11

  Carly

  “Carter, I know you’re tired, but are you ready to meet my brother?” I ask. He’s been working all night. I even fell asleep in his office as I waited for him to finish his shift.

  He slips an arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “Do you promise to come home with me?” The warmth of his breath hits my lips and I need to taste them. I tilt my head and steal a kiss. He growls and deepens it. The look of fatigue is gone from his eyes. I want him on the desk right now, which isn’t good because the place is bustling with staff. “Yes, of course. I want to say good morning, then fall asleep in your arms.”

  “Fuck, Carly, I could get used to waking up holding you, then eating your pussy for breakfast.”

  “You know it is breakfast time,” I say before my brain could stop my mouth. He smiles at me with that look.

  It’s the one I mistook for arrogance. Now I know he’s got wicked thoughts in his head. “You’re right.” He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and leaves the hospital. “We’ll visit your brother later. I’m tired and hungry.”

  We hop into his car and of course, he checks my seatbelt. “I can’t lose you, Carly.”

  “You won’t. Why are you so paranoid about that? Did you lose a girl you loved?”

  “No, you’re the only woman I’ve ever fallen in love with. When I was four, my dad was in an accident, and his wound got infected. It created a blood clot and went straight to his heart. He was twenty-six.”

  “I’m sorry, Carter,” I say, knowing it doesn’t stop the hurt. I caress his arm as he drives. “Is that why you became a doctor?”

  He takes my hand and raises it to his lips, kissing my palm. “Yes, I wanted to help. When I was in med school, I fell in love with caring for small children. I was torn apart when my father died, but nothing is worse than losing a child. I saw so many parents suffering that loss while I was interning and decided I would throw everything into being a Pediatric doctor.”

  Unable to stop touching him, I run my hands through his hair. It’s so thick with a hint of curl. He hasn’t shaved since yesterday morning, and that scruff is coming back. I clench my thighs and focus on our conversation. “You’re a great doctor. Everyone says so and it shows since you’re the director.”

  “I’m thinking of making a change very soon,” he admits, stealing a glance at me.

  “Yeah? What to?” I’m curious what he’s considering. As long as it’s not Gyno, we’re cool. I’m not that secure to let him dig into bitches’ cooches. The women I’ve seen at the hospital would be lining up at the door for an annual. God, I’m instantly jealous. I take a breath and toss the images of me beating a woman to death to the side.

  “I want to open a private practice or at least work in a regular doctor’s office. Maybe I can catch something before these kids end up in the hospital, you know?” I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m not sure what it would require for him to become a gynecologist, but I’m glad he’s not going to change fields. Then again, he could give me a private examination. I’ll save that dirty thought for later.

  “Yes, I think that sounds wonderful.” I’m doing a happy dance in my head.

  “So do I. That means I’ll have a regular schedule with time to spend with you,” he says, throwing a smile my way.

  “I’d love that. The drive from Palace to Houston’s not too long.”

  “No it’s not, but I don’t want to work in Houston.”

  “Wait. Where are you planning to move?”

  “To Palace, sweetheart.”

  “You’d move there for me?”

  “Damn right I would. And just so you know, we’re getting married, Carly. I know I haven’t asked you yet, but this is a warning that it’s coming.” My heart’s jumping out of my chest. I can’t believe he just said that.

  My man is too damn cocky for his own good. I need to take him down a notch. “Well, Doctor, I’m not sure I want to marry you.”

  “Well, you best get there. In fact, I think I’ll have to hold out until you do,” he says, taking his hand off my thigh.

  Fucker, two can play that game. “That’s cool. I already got off anyway. You’re the one who’s going to be surrendering.”

  “You want to bet?”

  “We’ll see, Doctor.” I’m totally going to cave in hours. I know I can’t hold off. The fucker is going to get his just desserts. I brush my hand across my chest, tucking my hand under the edge of the collar. My fingers graze my breasts. He notices, but we’ve reached his condo. Good, because he forgot I didn’t bring any clothes.

  “Challenge accepted, sweetheart.”

  Chapter 12

  Carter

  Who the fuck made up this stupid rule? She’s been a walking temptation all day. We quickly took a nap. I knew I’d fucked up when she took off her pants, blouse, and bra. Then she raided my drawer for a shirt. It hung off her large breasts, her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

  I climb into bed and fall asleep. The long shifts and practically sleepless nights and days play into my favor. Fatigue hit me hard, but I had to wake up sometime.

  “Do you feel better, Carter love?” she asks, dipping her chest so I can see her breasts from the top of the shirt. I growl, standing with my cock jutting out. The only thing restraining it is the boxers I have on. Her eyes go straight to my dick. Her mouth widens, and I picture her crawling towards me, eager to take me down deep.

  “I feel great, Carly.” I grab my cock, stroking it through my boxers. I could come this second.

  “Hey, that’s not fair. No touching yourself.”

  “Who says? I didn’t. You’re more than welcome to do it as well. In fact, I’m sure I’d like to see that.” I wag my brows; intentionally licking my lips while staring at her pussy. It’s barely hidden under my shirt.

  “Asshole.”

  That I am. “Don’t give me ideas.”

  “I’m going to shower. You can join me.”

  “I took one while you were sleeping. By the way, I’m not wearing any panties. Oops. Enjoy your shower.” She winks. Damn her. She raises her arms in a purposeful stretch. She’s not bluffing. Her pussy is on display. I growl and storm into the shower.

  I wonder if she can make herself come as fast as I can. She’s going to hurt a lot more than me very soon. I take myself in hand washing and stroking at the same time. I smile to myself, picturing her with her fingers teasing her plump clit, fucking her hand, and pinching her tits.

  “Fuck,” I roar, coming hard and fast. I rinse and take a towel before walking into the bedroom. I dry my face while my cock hangs free, knowing she’s on the bed. Then I get a fucking show when I drop the towel and see her just like my shower image. Her legs are parted wide on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. Her long slender fingers rubbing my favorite treat. I let out a moan which shakes her out of her mood. I stalk her, climbing onto the bed and between her thighs. I take her fingers and suck them off. She shivers, a pent-up orgasm needing release.

  “Say you’ll marry me.”

  “Nope. Was that orgasm good for you? You interrupted mine. I pictured so many delicious things.” I’m so stiff again that I’ve got more than water dripping on the bed. I need her.

  “Fuck it,” I growl, pushing my way inside her. “I love and need you, Carly.” I pull almost all the way out then slide back in.

  She sucks on my earlobe, then bites it. “I’ve already picked out my dress, Carter,” she whispers.

  “Fuck, you are one bad girl,” I grunt out, driving deeper into her.

  She sighs, moaning with a little giggle, “I love giving you hell.”

  “As long as I get my heaven. Lips now,” I demand.

  “Doctor’s orders?”

 
“Damn right.” She gives me the kiss I want and we’re both coming.

  Chapter 13

  Carly

  “Blake, how are you feeling?” I ask my brother as I walk to the hospital bed. Carter is standing at my side, waiting to be introduced, but the look on Blake’s face clearly says this will not be friendly.

  “I’ll be feeling better when I beat his ass.”

  “Blake,” both Amelia and I exclaim simultaneously.

  “He knocked up my sister,” he hollers, trying to sit up in the bed. Amelia pushes him back, holding his hand to calm him down.

  “Technically, I was just hoping,” Carter remarks sardonically. He knows my brother’s too weak to fight and not taking him seriously.

  The thing is his hopes were well founded. I had a test done while Carter was working. The lab ran my bloodwork and I’m pregnant, but just barely. It must be from our first night together. “Actually,” I mutter.

  “Actually, what?” Carter asks.

  “Blake, I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Dr. Carter James. He’s the pediatric director here.”

  “Yes, so everyone says. When’s the wedding or are you going to wait until she’s nine months?”

  “Blake, I love your sister and have for many months now. I get that you’re going through a lot, but I’m still going to marry Carly. She’s my other half, my better half. Now, I need to have a word with Carly in private.”

  He takes my hand and walks me out of the room and into an empty lounge area. “Now, do you care to explain the ‘actually’ to me?”

  “Carter, I’m pregnant. Ivy ran the blood test for me.” I can barely get the words out before he’s spinning me around. I love this man.

  “I can’t believe it. You’re going to make me a dad. Thank you, so much, Carly. You’re everything to me.”

  “I love you, too.” We kiss over and over. Our hands roaming to the point that I have my hand under his dress shirt and he has his hand underneath my skirt.

  A cough stops us. I turn to see my father looking at us, holding back vomit or at least pretending to be.

  “Did you tell him?” my mom squeals.

  “Yes, mother,” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

  “I can’t wait for March seventeenth,” he says. It’s the day we’re getting married. My mother has been getting things together because Carter doesn’t want to wait and now with the baby coming, it seems pointless to anyway. My belly will be too noticeable in a few months.

  “Me either, now let’s go tell crabby pants. And I need to call my mother. She’ll go bananas.”

  “Oh yes, she’s got personality and loves you to pieces.”

  “I know she does. After all, she traveled for scones and a wife for me.”

  “I’d say she did a good job.”

  “That is an understatement—fantastic, brilliant, amazing. Any of those will do.”

  Chapter 14

  Carter

  I’ve waited a lifetime for her. Standing at the altar, I feel a million emotions. Number one is excitement. I want to rush into her dressing room and carry her to the priest. Our mothers are walking up the aisle giggling. They smile at me then take their seats. I know the time is upon us. The music starts and my heart is dancing.

  She comes out on her father’s arm. Her long, blonde hair drapes over one shoulder in a fancy braid. White and pink flowers are intertwined in her hair, making a subtle and elegant crown. The dress. Well, hell, I’m glad I didn’t see it before now. She’s spectacular in a floor-length flowy ball gown, with a hint of lace around the collar and edge of the sleeves. She shines, and I can’t stop staring at her. She’s my forever. I’ll do everything I can to keep her at my side.

  Her father hands her to me with no hesitation. I love that I’ve been welcomed into the family. Well, not so much by Blake. It took a week or two for him to fully come around. He loves his sister to pieces, and I appreciate it. But as he’s there to love and care for Amelia, I’m here to do the same with Carly.

  “Keep treating her like she’s a princess.”

  “Always, sir.”

  The ceremony continues sluggishly for nearly an hour. I want us to have some time alone so I can hold her. She’s my world. As soon as the best part comes, I dip my bride and kiss her like she deserves.

  “I love you, Mrs. James.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I love you,” I repeat.

  “All of it,” she whispers.

  “I love you, Mrs. James.” She slams her mouth on mine and I scoop her up, carrying her out of the church before we go a bit too far.

  “We’ll meet you at the reception,” I call out. We’re going to be late—very late.

  Epilogue

  Carter

  Six months later…

  I wash my hands, then come out of the bathroom. “Damn, you need to stop sneaking into my office.”

  “I can’t help it, doctor. I need you so badly,” she moans, coming up to me and tugging on my tie. “Here’s a present for giving me what I need,” she purrs.

  I see the box from her shop. “Thank you, sweetheart.” I rub her growing belly. The summer heat has turned my lovely wife into an addict. Since we’ve been together, I’ve hated spending so much time away from her. In an effort to have more together, I’ve joined a local doctor’s office as a pediatrician and work once a week at the hospital. It’s less money, but we have more than enough to get by.

  “I love being your sweetheart,” Carly says, brushing her hands up and down my chest. I shiver like it’s the first time she’s touched me. This woman has my heart and all my desire.

  “I love you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. How are you feeling?”

  “I’m wonderful, but sleepy now.”

  “Are you headed to the bakery?”

  “No, sir. I’m finished for the day. Courtney’s closing.”

  “Good. Are you going home to rest?”

  “Yes, and I’ll be waiting for you in our room.”

  “Woman, don’t make promises that get me hard all over again. I’ve got another four hours of patients to see.”

  “Well, you know I love giving you hell.”

  “I love your version of it, sweetheart. Get your ass ready for me. Tonight’s going to be a rough one.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  God, I’m so glad we bought a house in Palace. It’s the largest home around. We got it a week after the wedding because fuck if I could handle traveling all the way to Houston, thinking about her pussy.

  Carly

  Ten Years Later…

  A decade together and the man hasn't changed one bit. His love for me is even stronger. With every baby, he becomes more growly and territorial. Carter feels like I'm spreading myself thin with three kids and the bakery expanding, but I've hired a few more employees. I didn't tell him one is a guy. He's getting his degree and wants to intern for me. I couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. I'm planning on telling him when I get home today. At thirty-one, no younger guy is interested in me, but I know my husband will freak.

  I'm in my office doing paperwork for the night when I hear, "Who the hell are you?" Shit. I close my eyes then get up to stop the doc from losing his mind.

  "Carter, what’re you doing here?" I ask the love of my life as he hulks over my employee.

  He looks in my direction, tilting his head. "Carly, there something you want to tell me?"

  I stand just off to the side of my intern. "Of course, Tucker, I'd like you to meet the husband I mentioned earlier."

  "Carter, this is the intern from my college,” I inform him.

  He scrunches his brows before saying, “They sent over a guy.”

  “Guys do bake, Carter.” I roll my eyes because he’s being rude.

  “So, you’re gay?” he asks Tucker.

  “Carter,” I scold, completely embarrassed.

  “No, I’m not. And although your wife is hot, I’m not into married women,” Tucker replies with a smile.

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��You better keep it that way,” Carter growls, nearly lunging at him, but I stop him with a hand on his arm.

  “No problem, doc. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to leave for the day,” he says, walking past us to go wash up.

  Carter closes the distance between us, crushing his mouth to mine. I pull back and say, “Carter, I’m about to close. Where are the kids?”

  “I dropped them off with your parents,” he whispers with a smirk.

  “Why?” I ask, twisting my lips. I love this man. I wonder what he has in store for me.

  “Sweetheart, I want you to myself tonight,” he groans, rubbing his cock on my stomach. I want him too. A moan escapes my lips whenever he touches me. I can’t help it and Carter knows. That’s why he does these things to me.

  “It’s nice to have a night alone.”

  “I’m going to make you come for me. Do you want to do that?” His hand slides between my thighs, effortlessly gliding back and forth.

  “Yes,” I gasp, trying to hold it together. “Carter, stop. Tucker’s still here.”

  “Well, he needs to get the fuck out because I’ve got to remind you what happens when you make me jealous,” he utters against my ear, sucking on my lobe.

  “I’m out, boss,” Tucker hollers.

  “Let me lock up behind him.”

  “I’ll do it. Lose the panties. When I come back, your ass better be bare for me. Doctor’s orders, Mrs. James.” I clasp my thighs together. I’m so turned on that my panties are soaked. I reach under my skirt and slide them down my thighs. Thinking of what he’s going to do to me sends mini-spasms through my core.

  He comes back into the kitchen and I hear his belt being unbuckled. I lean over the table, resting my elbows on the cold steel and my ass in the air. I feel his hands run up from the back of my thighs. “Mine.” He bends down behind me, running his tongue up my inner thighs. He licks my pussy and I jump. Carter grabs my ass roughly before spanking one cheek, then the other. I’m gushing with the need to come. The feel of his fingers rubbing my slit before pushing deep inside has my legs shaking. He gives one more swipe of his tongue before standing and thrusting his cock inside me.