by Carly Keene
“Oh, fucking hell,” I say, gasping for breath and pulling back.
She’s panting too.
“I gotta go.” I check the phone; it’s a message from Noah: MVA multiple casualties due in 4 min get yr ass downhere now Fin!! “Car wreck coming into the ER. I’m sorry.”
“Call me,” she says.
“You call me,” I say on the way out the door, buttoning my lab coat over the frustrated hard-on in my pants, and running for the stairs. My phone buzzes again, and I pull up text messages to see an unfamiliar number. I open the message.
It’s June. Now you’ve got me.
I take the rest of the stairs three at a time, humming.
SEVEN
June
I’ve just gotten out of the shower the following afternoon when my phone starts ringing. I’m in my bathrobe trying to dry my hair, but it might be Wade. Or his mom. I’d better go into the bedroom and pick it up.
My phone says Finlay Gunn.
OMG. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s your friendly ER doc. How’s the patient?”
“Um. He was fine last time I checked.”
“Oh. Good. And how are you?” His voice is so sexy when it dips low in his chest like that, and I shiver.
“I just got up a little while ago, actually.”
“I’m sorry I disturbed you.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m not usually conked out late on a Saturday afternoon, but I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I think a second. “I guess you didn’t either, since you were working.”
“Yeah, but I went home and got some shut-eye this morning. Listen, I thought I’d come by and have a look at your buddy, just make sure he’s recovering well.”
“You’re out of luck,” I explain. “He’s not here. I called his mom this morning, and she insisted on coming by to take him home. Said he would recover much better there.”
“That is—unexpected,” Fin says. “But maybe the best thing that could happen.” He sounds pleased.
“I know, right? I was in shock. But apparently Wade’s dad wanted him to come home, too, so—” I sniffle a little. “So he went. It was really emotional. His mom cried, he cried. I cried.”
“So,” he says, and lets the pause linger. “I guess there’s no point in my coming by your place?”
My heart rate picks up. “Um, not if you’re here to see Wade. Like as a doctor, I mean.”
“What if I’m here to see you?”
My heart speeds up even more, and my voice cracks a little. “I . . . I’d love that.”
“Good. Because I’m at your door.”
“What?” I hurl myself through the apartment to check the peephole. I have to stand on tiptoe to get my eye up to the thing, but it shows me his chest. Damn, he’s so tall! “OMG. You’re at my door.”
He steps back so I can see his face. He’s smiling, and those hot dark eyes of his give me goose bumps even through two inches of steel door. “Toldja.”
He looks yummy in regular clothes. The faded jeans fit him, and the green henley shirt clings to his torso, and he just looks so good in them that I want to peel him out of them. I shake my head to clear it.
“But how did you get—how do you know where I live?” I ask, confused, and I can see his smile fade a little.
“I did something slightly unethical,” he admits, looking chagrined. “And by ‘slightly unethical’ I mean more unethical than kissing you in a hospital room last night.” He shrugs uncomfortably. “I looked up the info on Wade’s chart,” he says. “I realize that’s a little bit stalkery, so if you want me to leave you alone, just say so.”
“I don’t want you to leave me alone.” My voice cracks again.
“Well, good. Let me in, then.” He smiles one of those wicked smiles at me, and I go melty in the middle.
I end the call and let him in. His eyes go all over me, top to bottom. I feel extra naked, but in a sexy-naked sort of way. “You look great,” he says, almost whispering.
We stand there falling into each other’s eyes for a long, long, moment, and then somehow we just move toward each other, like we’re magnets. I’m in his arms, and I realize that although his chest isn’t packed with gym muscles, he’s really solidly built. Next to him, I feel almost delicate.
The kissing is as good as it was before. He tastes like coffee and mint toothpaste, and he smells wonderful, and his big hands feel so good cupping my butt. I mean, given the amount of ass I’m packing, it’s a good thing his hands are so big. And those big hands are pulling me so close to him that I can feel his arousal pressing against my belly. Speaking of packing, ZOMGAH, he’s huge. Long and thick, and just the thought of being naked next to that beast does good things to me.
Under the robe, I feel like a flower opening to the sun, everything sort of blooming out, opening up. Nipples perked. Ladyparts going juicy. Stomach quivering with anticipation.
He kisses around to the skin of my neck under my ear, where I’m so sensitive, and my knees pretty much just quit working. I have to grab his arms to keep from falling over, while his lips and tongue are making me liquid inside my skin. I moan.
“Whoa,” he says into my ear. “Maybe we should sit down before you fall. Is there a couch in here?”
Maybe it’s a bad decision, maybe I’ll regret it later. But some part of me has been wanting to do this ever since I saw those hot, dark, wicked eyes on me last night through the glass door. I say, “There’s a bed.”
His breathing gets ragged, and he stops kissing my neck. He talks into it, his voice all low and breathless and beyond sexy. “You know, I really didn’t come over here to seduce you. I wanted to take you to dinner.”
“Dinner first, you mean?” I say into his chest.
“Okay, busted.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Come on,” I say, and pull him down the little hall into my bedroom.
EIGHT
June
It feels like the kissing lasts forever, just kissing, but then we’re on the bed and I’m pulling his shirt off, kissing his chest. He’s sliding his tongue over my collarbone and down inside my robe to the upper slopes of my breasts, while his hand makes slow lazy circles on the skin just above my knee. It feels like flying, like gliding in the air. So easy and natural and so very sexy.
And then I unzip his jeans, gasping at the sight of his cock straining against his boxers. I’ve never seen one so big.
“Don’t worry,” he says, and pulls my robe down to expose my boobs. “We’ll go slow.” And then his mouth is on my nipple while his other hand is on my other breast, and I’m moaning again, stroking that monster cock through his underwear with both hands and praying it will fit. There’s no pretending I’m not going to fuck him. I want him so, so badly.
I pull the robe the rest of the way open.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and then he pretty much devours me. Neck, breasts, belly, and down to my secret places, where he pushes my thighs apart so gently and kneels between them, to feast on my ladyparts. “Ah, you’re so wet.” He was right: judging by the way he’s licking my clit, he likes the C. It’s a light touch, rhythmic and just the right speed, and his long fingers feel so good inside my pussy, and what feels like no time at all I’m exploding in pleasure, fireworks at the back of my closed eyes.
When I can breathe again, I open them to see him still kneeling between my thighs, those wicked dark eyes of his alight with amusement. “I knew you’d be like this,” he says.
“What, easy?” I ask, a little stunned at how fast we got here.
“Alive,” he says, and the sound of his voice sends another wave of arousal through me. “You want another orgasm like that one?”
I sit up and reach for him. “I want one with your cock inside me this time.”
He shivers, eyes closing briefly. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “I bought condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.”
If I thought his eyes were hot before, I
was wrong. Now they’re blazing like black suns, and my hips wriggle in anticipation. “I’m clean,” he says hoarsely. “They test us regularly at work.”
There’s no going back from here. “Finlay—I’ve never done it without a condom, but we’re safe. I just want to feel you. Please.”
We pull his jeans down over his hips, and I grab the waistband of his boxers. His cock sort of leaps out into my hands, and I moan without meaning to. He really is huge, hard as rock under the tender skin. I lean forward to take the head into my mouth. Fin groans. “No, baby, stop. I won’t last if you do that.”
He pushes me gently onto my back and bends to play with my clit again, blowing on it and then licking it while he slides two fingers inside me. It feels so good, and I thrust my hips up against him. “You want another?” he asks, voice hoarse. I nod, and he adds a third finger to the two inside.
“Oh god,” I cry out, as my need ratchets desperately high. “Now, please!” And then the universe explodes in fireworks again, and he holds me through it. As my pussy spasms slow, I reach for his big beautiful beast of a cock, and line it up with my entrance.
Some evil memory says, Bigdong, inside my head, and I laugh out loud. And then he’s inching it inside me, and every millimeter of my interior walls is alive with sexual delight. It feels like we’re so together, fitting like yin and yang, and it feels so fucking good. It feels so incredibly fucking good that with just a few minutes of his long slow strokes, his hot kisses, I’m exploding in fireworks yet again. His back stiffens under my hands, and he cries out against my neck, and then I feel a hot stream inside my cunt.
I don’t know how it could feel hot, when every part of us is body temperature. But it does. “Wow,” I say.
“You can say that again,” he mutters against my neck.
So I do. “Wow.”
I feel the rumble of his quiet laughter. “Yeah,” he says, and then rolls us to the side and kisses my forehead. “For the record, I don’t usually go off prematurely. It’s just been a long time. And I feel like the foreplay has lasted a whole week.”
I nod. I kiss his mouth again. We’re quiet. He snuggles us into a more comfortable position.
“The minute I saw you,” he says, like he’s thinking.
“Really? I don’t even remember what I was wearing at Lonnie’s.”
“Oh, I didn’t notice the clothes,” he says drily.
“Well, what did you notice?” I prop my head up on his hard chest.
He laughs. “Your ass.”
“Oh, you’re an ass man, huh? It’s a good thing I’ve got all this ass, then.”
He reaches back with one hand and smacks me lightly. “It’s a damn good thing.” Then he sighs. “I know I’m too old for you. I just don’t care.”
“No, you’re not,” I say reflexively. Then, “Wait. How old are you?”
“Thirty-five. And you’re twenty-three. I mean, assuming Wade didn’t lie on his hospital paperwork and you’re the same age. People will call me a cradle-snatcher.”
“No,” I say, and trace little hearts on his chest. “That’s only half a generation. You’re not old enough to be my dad or anything.”
“We probably like different music,” he says. “All your friends will call me Grandpa.”
I raise my head and stare into his eyes. “Are you looking for a reason to dump me, now that you’ve fucked me into the best sex I have ever had in my entire life?”
“What? No. No.” His hands tighten on me. “No, I’m just trying to remind myself that it might not work out.”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t,” I say. “You like Wade. You’re divorced long enough ago that I’m not a rebound girl. You’re not a serial killer.”
“That you know of,” he says.
“I imagine the hospital would be really surprised if you were.” He snorts. “No, seriously, Fin. Why wouldn’t it? We like each other. We’re both responsible adults. We’re really attracted.”
He doesn’t answer me for several minutes, and now I’m getting nervous. What hasn’t he told me? Finally he sighs. “It was my fault Becky left me.”
NINE
Finlay
It hurts to talk about Becky and the mistakes I made, to be honest. But I realize that’s kind of the point: being honest. And I want to give June my honesty.
I begin to stroke June’s silky hair. It’s still wet, and all that writhing she was doing while I was eating her out must have messed it up, but it’s so soft. “I fucked up being married.”
“Did you cheat on her?” She sounds cautious.
“No. Never. But then I really never had the time to.” I stop and consider. “Unless you say that I was cheating on her with my job.”
“I don’t get that.”
“We met when I had one year of med school left,” I explained, “and she’d been out of college for a year, had just gotten started on her career. We were both working a lot. But I think I didn’t realize that she expected us to spend time together whenever we weren’t working, and I think she expected I’d have one of those general practices where you go into the office at 8 and go home by 6, and only in rare cases would you be called out after hours.”
“You didn’t do that, I guess.”
“I needed money to pay off my student loans. They were big. I couldn’t ask my parents for more. And hospital ERs pay pretty well. They have to, because they demand a lot in terms of physicians’ time. Night hours, long shifts, stressful work. But before long, I found that I really loved it. And it wasn’t hard to take another shift when somebody asked me to. I was learning a lot, I was making a lot, I was paying off my loans as fast as I could.”
“But she hated it that you were gone all the time?” June asks. She’s writing something on my chest with her fingers. Drawing something, maybe.
“Yes.” I sigh. “And I never noticed, until she told me she wanted a divorce. She said I wasn’t emotionally available, and clearly I didn’t care about her, which she said she finally realized after she started hanging out with Todd. Todd loved her, she said. Todd wanted to be with her all the time, while I obviously cared more about my career.
“And I said stuff I really didn’t mean. Like, didn’t she care that I was making us a financial future? Like, I had no idea that she was such a bitch and only cared about herself.”
“Mm,” June says. I realize that she’s drawing little hearts on my skin. Which is really sweet.
“And then she said that she’d never minded paying the bills. She said what she really minded was not having a husband. That I was never home and she felt alone all the time.”
June nods, slowly.
“You’d feel like that, too?”
“I’d want you. I wouldn’t care about the bills,” she says.
I kiss her. “I finally got it, when she said that. I told her I could change. I could slow down my work schedule, I could be home more. But she said it was too late.”
June strokes a hand over my hair. “Ouch. So just when you were ready to change, she was done?”
“Yeah. I sort of pitched a fit and demanded to know why she didn’t tell me she was that unhappy before she went out and found somebody else. I was pretty much a bastard about it, actually.”
June sits up, and her glorious full breasts sway with the motion. It’s getting increasingly hard to concentrate on what I’m saying to her, because she’s so beautiful and so naked. “You were upset,” she says. “I don’t think it was quite fair. Of either of you, actually. You didn’t pay attention, and she wasn’t honest.”
I nod. “And she wasn’t loyal,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. “I made a big mistake, yeah. But I didn’t do it to hurt her. And she betrayed me anyway.”
I lean up and kiss one breast, then the other. The whole bedroom smells like our warm bodies and her perfume and our sex. It’s intoxicating.
“I’d never do that,” June says softly.
“I know,” I say. “I know you. And I’d never be
such an asshole to you, either. I finally learned about how to be married.”
“I’d want to be married someday. Not yet, but—well, someday.”
I kiss her breasts again. “Want to practice?”
“Mm-hm,” she says, a smile in her voice. “Can we start with me sucking your cock?”
Just like that, it’s at full attention again, thinking of how her sweet mouth felt on me. “Oh shit yeah.” My head clonks back against the headboard as she goes down on me, stroking my shaft and playing with my balls while she takes as much of me into her hot mouth as she can. And when she looks up at me with her mouth full, I have to stop her before I blow a wad. It’s that erotic.
I’m thirty-five. I can’t go nonstop the way I could when I was twelve years younger. That means the game plan is for lots of foreplay and lots of making her come first, and I am looking forward to it.
“Bring your pussy up here,” I tell her, and slide down a little farther so I can reach up and tongue her pussy, pinch her clit lightly with my fingers.
“This is really—oh. Oh god yes. Oh fuck.”
I get lost in those sweet pink folds, flicking that little button of hers until her pussy clamps down on my hand and she climaxes again. I pull her down my body, holding my cock at the right angle for her to impale herself on. As her cunt takes me in, the heat and wetness of it overwhelms me, and I have to reach down and squeeze my balls. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Oh, June.”
As she gets accustomed to my length, she winds up sort of grinding her hips against me, giving her clit stimulation. I reach down to help with that, and it isn’t long before she’s crying out, screaming my name, her sweet pussy clenching down on me with her orgasm. And then she’s riding me hard, taking almost all of my length, and I can feel the little bump of her cervix, the opening to her womb. The thought of fucking a baby into her suddenly occurs, and it is suddenly the fucking sexiest thing I have ever imagined, thinking of my June Rose swelling with my seed, our baby. “Mine,” I growl, and reach up to lick her nipples. She cries out, and then she is coming again, and I can’t hold back, I fill her with jet after jet of my hot sperm.