He snorted. “Yes. But they have my clinic information on them, so they’re a business expense.”
“You have a clinic?” I asked in surprise. “Where?”
“Mooresville Health Clinic.”
My mouth dropped open.
“You own that?”
He nodded his head.
“Opened it a few years ago when I realized that Mooresville needed one. Though I don’t work there as much anymore now that I have a staff running it,” he explained. “I do most of my work at the hospital.”
I rolled over onto my back to try to ignore the things that were going on between my legs.
Mainly the spontaneous orgasm I was about to have just from listening to his rumbled words.
“I was thinking that,” I said. “You’re always there.”
He murmured something soft and barely coherent, and I realized that he was tired.
Closing my mouth, I got more comfortable, and before I realized it, my eyelids grew heavy.
Then I cursed myself.
If he thought that I was keeping tabs on him and where he spent the majority of his time, then he’d think that I cared about him more than I was letting on.
And I didn’t need him thinking that my every thought was on him and what he was doing.
It was more than obvious that I needed to step back.
In fact, I had every intention of pulling back and keeping my distance.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would handle this better.
Tonight, though…tonight I was going to go to sleep and let myself enjoy being in his bed.
But then my daughter had an asthma attack in the middle of the night, and I had no control over my actions once I was scared.
Chapter 11
Spankings—because cheeks were made for blushing.
-E-card
Tommy
It was the wheezing that woke me.
At first I wasn’t sure what the sound was.
I didn’t have any dogs.
I didn’t have a cat.
I lived alone…
I jackknifed up in bed, and before I even realized what I was doing, I was turning lights on and crossing the hall to the spare bedroom that was right across from my own.
Panicked footsteps followed behind me, but I didn’t turn around as I practically sprinted to the Pack-n-Play that Cecily, my sister, had left there for her kids to use when they came over to stay the night with their Uncle Tommy.
The moment I reached into the playpen and pulled the wheezing child into my arms, my heart began hammering in my chest.
Hurt and sick children were my weakness.
I could deal with a woman who was beaten to a bloody pulp, though I was angry afterward. I could deal with a fifty-year-old male with half his arm missing because he decided to shove his hand inside of a wood chipper.
I could even deal with the ninety-nine-year-old woman stroking out.
What I couldn’t deal with were sick kids.
And the one currently in my arms was a very sick kid.
At least right then.
She was wheezing and whimpering and breaking my heart all at once.
“Here,” Tally gasped, shoving something into my hand.
I instinctively took it, placed it over Tallulah’s face, and depressed the canister.
The medicine shot out of the inhaler and straight into the spacer that was held tightly over Tallulah’s face.
My chest tightened as adrenaline rushed through me, and I watched helplessly as the little girl tried in vain to take a deep breath.
Which thankfully she did just moments later, and her tiny chest filling was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
Her breathing became even and deep instead of short and choppy, and I sat her up to allow her to see her mother.
It was nearly instantaneous.
One second she was wheezing and the next she was quiet.
Taking the spacer off of her mouth, I sat down hard on the couch and inspected the small body in my hands.
“Her ribs look good, no retractions,” I said, running my rough, tanned hands over Tallulah’s baby soft skin. “Skin color is good. Eyes are aware. She sounds clear.”
Tally bit her lip.
“You caught it in time,” she whispered.
I looked up at the woman hovering over her child, which in turn caused her to hover over me, and I nodded.
“She’s going to be okay,” I promised.
The baby in my arms whimpered and dropped her face to my bare chest, her tears mixing with my chest hair as she rubbed her cheeks against me.
“Fuck.”
The couch depressed beside me.
“Thank God for rescue inhalers.” Tally breathed deeply as she buried her face into her hands.
I could tell she was trying not to cry. With Tallulah still in my arms, looking around wildly as she came down from her earlier peak, Tally wouldn’t show weakness.
Later, though, with Tallulah sleeping soundly by the side of my bed in the Pack-n-Play, she broke.
Her small body wracked with sobs as she buried her face into the pillow to stifle her sobs.
I sat down beside her, and ran my hand up and down her back.
“Shhh,” I whispered, dropping a kiss onto her head. “She’s okay.”
She got up onto her knees in the bed and then threw herself at me.
I caught her, falling back into the bed as she came down on top of me.
I rolled so she was partially underneath me, and she let me, holding onto me tighter.
“That could have been really bad.”
I squeezed her tighter.
“We wouldn’t have been able to get to the hospital in time,” she murmured. “The rain might’ve stopped, but the water is still there and it’s still rising.”
I didn’t disagree with her. We’d watched the news reports advising viewers that we may have a break in the rain—for now—but that the river would continue to rise and crest, and subsequently flood the area, for about two more days.
She was right.
With the water still there, it would’ve been extremely difficult to get her to the hospital in time.
We couldn’t even call for an ambulance because they’d have problems getting to us, and it was unlikely that they’d get here in time anyway.
So yes, Tallulah really was lucky tonight.
“I know. But she’s okay. She’s sleeping soundly right beside the bed,” I told her. “You can even hear her snoring.”
Tally’s muted sob as she tried to laugh at the same time as she cried warmed my heart.
“She snores like her mama, I’m sorry to admit,” Tally informed me. “Unlucky for you.”
I loosened my hold on her, and of course, my body chose that moment to react to her closeness.
An instinctive reaction, one that I likely wouldn’t have ever acted on had I not been coming down from an extreme adrenaline high, had me pushing her all the way to her back and coming fully over her.
She gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers as she stared up at me in surprise.
What made me continue down this path, though, was the way she parted her thighs to make room for me as she latched onto my biceps with such a tight grasp that it felt like she’d never let me go.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
I stared at her lips.
Only the slightest bit of light from the bottom of the closed bathroom door filtered into the room around us, but it was just enough to allow me to see everything I wanted to see.
Like the way Tally’s eyes kept flicking down to my mouth, or the way her hands fisted in the sheets at her side. A place where she’d forced her hands to go as she tried to act like what we were doing wasn’t something she was sure she wanted to do.
“Tommy,” she cleared her throat. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I kissed her.
She was nervous
and maybe a little unsure, but her body wasn’t. Not even close.
Her hips were lifting to meet my cock when I pressed it into her. Her eyes were still on my lips, and she kept licking and sinking her teeth into those plump pieces of flesh that I’d wanted to lick, suck, and bite since the moment I’d seen her in the car behind me.
Her breathing was hitched, and her knuckles were so white from fisting the sheets as she tried—and failed—to stay still and act like she didn’t want me, that it was comical.
She tasted exactly like I thought she would.
Sweet.
She’d put on some sort of lip shit that made her taste like fuckin’ vanilla sugar cookies.
When my lips touched hers, she resisted the kiss for about two beats before she moaned and kissed me back eagerly. Her hands finally released the sheets and found the bare skin of my back with her nails.
Those nails moved up my tense back and buried into my hair, pulling and holding me to her.
It was unnecessary, though.
I wasn’t planning on ever letting her go.
She would try, of course, to leave. But I wouldn’t let her. Not now, not ten weeks from now when she graduated, and not ever.
She was mine, and I was tired of fighting myself about it.
With one single move, I buried my own hands into her hair, holding her head still as I broke the kiss.
We both gasped, and I looked down into her eyes as I made her a few promises.
“I won’t hurt you.”
She stared at me, eyes glazed with passion, and didn’t say a word.
“I will also make sure that whatever we have going on, won’t blow back on you.”
She bit her lip, causing me to drop down and press my lips to hers once again.
This time there was no fight at all in her, only surrender.
This kiss went on much longer than the first.
Her hands were roaming what she could reach of my back, and her legs tightened around my hips, holding my cock to her pussy.
“Tallulah,” she breathed.
“Is right there,” I told her.
“She might see.” She pressed a kiss to my jaw.
“She won’t,” I promised, rolling us in a quick roll that startled a squeak from her mouth.
The moment we were at the edge of the bed, I bodily lifted her with my hands on her hips, and deposited her on the floor. She gasped.
The t-shirt she’d been wearing was up around her ribcage, exposing half of her back to the cool wood floor.
The bed was now between us and Tallulah, obstructing the view in case she did, in fact, wake up.
Which I highly doubted since the meds we gave her not only helped her to breathe easier but also caused drowsiness.
“This isn’t a good idea.” She bit her lips, looking up at me with her hair scattered all around her head on the floor. “We could get into serious trouble. I need to graduate.”
I didn’t argue with her.
Instead, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling as I willed my cock to get under control.
It was just starting to get a bit under control when Tally’s soft body rolled over mine, and her mouth was on mine.
“Thought you didn’t want to get into trouble.”
“Fuck them and fuck that.”
I snorted and buried my hands into her hair, uncaring about the consequences.
“Only one night,” she declared. “This is the one and only time we pursue this.”
Yeah, right.
But I’d agree with her if that was what she needed to hear.
I’d set her straight later.
“Uh-huh,” I grunted, pushing up when her pussy started to grind into my erection.
Her hands went to the shirt she was wearing, and I watched in anticipation as she lifted it up and over her head, tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of the closet that was right next to our heads.
The minute I saw her nipples, I was lost.
They were so pretty, and sweet.
Enticing.
Luscious.
I tilted my neck upwards, letting my tongue strike out and lash at her nipple in a single quick stroke.
She gasped and arched, before suddenly slamming her hands down onto my shoulders, forcing me away.
Well, force was too strong of a word.
She obviously wanted me to move away from them, but if I hadn’t actually lifted off of her, she wouldn’t have been able to move me away on her own.
“What?” I asked, belly tight as I looked at her pleasure-flushed face.
Her chest was heaving, and she looked like I’d already taken my use of her.
“You can’t,” she declared tightly, her hands going to her breasts.
My eyebrows rose.
“Why?” I asked curiously.
She bit her lip.
“My boobs—milk. It’s not a good idea.”
I looked at her, understanding dawning.
“It grosses you out?” I asked curiously.
She bit her lip, then shook her head. “No. Not necessarily. I just don’t want…”
With those first words, I dropped my head down, ignoring the way her hands tried to hold me in place, and went back to her breasts.
I didn’t suck—at least not enough to get anything flowing—but I did lick, bite, nip and tease.
Something she liked, even though she was trying to push my head away.
“You’re going to…” she stopped when I switched breasts, giving it the same attention that I’d paid to the other one.
This time I tasted the hint of her sweetness from within, so I backed off and licked instead of stimulating it any more.
I’d definitely explore that more thoroughly later, though, when she wasn’t so worried about what I might think.
This first time, however, was for exploration. For her to get to know my body and me to get to know hers. It was about our pleasure, and if it worried her what I would think if I accidentally tasted her breastmilk while devouring her breasts, then I’d give her the space she needed.
For now.
When she finally loosened her body, I broke away and reached up to the drawer beside the bed.
Her eyes became wary, and I grinned.
“Another storage spot,” I told her. “I don’t bring women back here.”
That was the truth.
I hadn’t had a woman in a while, but when I had, I took them to the clubhouse and not to my home.
I didn’t want them to get the wrong impression.
This thing with Tally, though, was anything but a fuck at the clubhouse.
This was a freakin’ dream compared to that.
Something that I wanted her to understand.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she said warily as I yanked out an unopened box.
I’ve never been so happy to have these sample boxes in my life.
The shipment of them had only come in three days before, and since I hosted a lot of parties at my place with the club, I won’t be leaving those suckers laying around. The boys would just help themselves.
And these fuckers weren’t cheap.
Hence the reason I put them away, in any available place I could get them out of the watchful eyes of others.
“It’s the best idea I’ve had all week,” I told her, ripping into the box.
The light from the bathroom was softly illuminating the area we were in, casting shadows over her face that made her look even more beautiful than she already was.
She eyed me warily when I pulled the strip of condoms out of the box and let them trail over her bared breasts as I tried to rip one off while holding myself off of her.
I didn’t want to crush her with my big body.
Something that she understood and took the long strip from me.
She tore three off, threw the rest into the corner next to my nightstand, and then removed one from the three she
had in her hand.
She tore the package open with her teeth, her eyes lighting on the name of my clinic on the side before she smiled.
“Be safe?” she asked.
“Always,” I told her honestly.
I was a doctor.
There was literally a goddamned rule that said doctors couldn’t be stupid—or at least there should be.
I knew the consequences of unprotected sex, and seeing as she was a single mom pursuing a nursing degree, she obviously did as well.
Until we could both be sure that we were free of STDs—which I was positive we were—and she could tell me she could prevent a pregnancy—even if the thought of her pregnant with my child was all kinds of arousing—we were using condoms.
No ifs, ands or babies about it.
She bit her lip as I pushed my underwear down with one hand, and her eyes widened to saucers as she got her first look at my cock.
“It looks mean,” she murmured, her eyes going to mine.
I laughed.
“It’s hard and engorged with so much blood I’m not sure how much is left for the rest of my body,” I told her. “Of course, it looks mean.”
She grinned and tentatively placed her hand on it.
The moment her soft skin met my overheated dick, it jumped in her hand, causing her to release it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I rasped. “Touch me. Please.”
She did, placing her hand back on my cock as she licked her lips.
“You want it in your mouth?” I asked her.
She nodded her head.
“Then scoot down here and get it there,” I ordered.
She scooted down until her shoulders were between my thighs, then leaned her head up from the floor and took the tip of me into her mouth.
The moment her mouth closed around me, sucking slightly, I cursed.
Grabbing hold of the bed with one hand, and the nightstand with the other, I squeezed in order to distract myself from not coming.
Involuntarily, I started to pump my hips, fucking her mouth in slow, smooth strokes.
It felt so good that my eyes were crossing.
It would only take a thought, and I would come.
Just a single give on my part, and I’d pour my come straight down her throat.
Cursing, I ripped myself away from the wet heat of her mouth with a quiet groan before she could even take me all the way into her mouth.
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