Of Winged Creatures & Nesting Grounds: (A Quirky, Sexy, Dirty Doctor Romance)

by A. Wilding Wells

  “You’re so beautiful, the way you blush for me. I want to see where that blush goes,” I whisper before my lips touch hers.

  She opens her mouth for my tongue as our wet faces collide, the rain adding a layer of thrill and an intensity to our kiss. I slide a hand behind her neck, the other on her lower back, pulling her against me. With my body on fire, every rush of emotion coursing its way through me, I kiss her deeply. Her moans meet my groans when I press my hips to hers. And I know she’s loving this kiss as much as I am from the way she lifts to her toes and pants into my mouth. Her wet hands slide under my shirt and onto my back, her fingers grabbing me, taking what she needs in a grope as though she’ll fall away from the earth if she doesn’t hold me tight enough.

  “You make me feel like I’m on fire,” she says against my mouth. “You make me everything. Especially crazy. I wish you didn’t, but I can’t help it. How do I stop?”

  “Don’t.”

  “I need…need you.” She sucks my bottom lip. Then her kiss comes. This lovely kiss. It’s hungry. Starved. And I answer her with appetite and eagerness.

  “Anything, I’ll give you what you want,” I say between licks.

  Her head falls back, short breaths and low rumbling noises of desire falling from her mouth as I kiss her jaw and follow the line of it down her throat. I drop to my knees and press my face to her wet, hardened nipples, which are taut against her T-shirt. I close my lips around one nipple and receive her arms behind my neck, pulling me onto her as she forces herself into my mouth.

  “God, yes.” She groans. “Oh god, yes.”

  I shove her T-shirt up and push her drenched, sequin-edged bra above her small mounds, freeing the goose-bumped skin and her puckered nipples. I lick across her breasts, my thumbs stroking at the same time. Her eyes close for a few seconds, and she grabs the collar of my shirt.

  “Hunt, please,” she mouths.

  I release her from my lips, and her mouth contorts when I squeeze and flick both nipples.

  “What can I give you?”

  “I want to…” She pauses then looks away, her knees buckling into me.

  I stand and clutch her waist. “Anything.”

  She scans my face then mouths, “I want to be with you.”

  Chapter 37

  Embrace your inner weird, fierce and amazingness

  Happy

  His kisses. Does he know what they do to me? How they give and steal? How they make me feel whole by chipping away at me? How they twist not just my tongue, but my guts with ribbons of knots and knots that beautifully wind their way around my heart?

  “You sure?” he says, a smile playing at his lips.

  “I want to take another step, maybe not everything today, but a step. Yes, I want to.”

  “Okay, then. Let’s go inside and light a fire, and then I’ll light your fire.” Hunt takes my trembling hand in his, and we walk up the creaky, paint-chipped stairs. With no idea how far I’m willing to go or what I’ve asked for, I take a deep breath. Artful etching beneath a coating of dust on the glass door catches my eye as Hunt slides a key into the lock.

  “Is this place yours?”

  “Yes. My grandfather bought it, I’ve inherited it.”

  “What a treasure.” I peer around the room.

  Colorfully hand-painted archways that belong in a fancier house add a layer of unexpected whimsy. Mismatched, wide plank floors squeak as we take slow steps, making our way farther in.

  “I didn’t expect it to be all this from the outside,” I tell him. “I mean, it’s beautiful, but this is like nothing I’ve ever seen. Remarkable.”

  “Yeah, she is.” He squeezes my hand, his thumb stroking the back of it as I glance down to us holding each other.

  His eyes sparkle as I look up to his face.

  “You’re freezing,” he says, then kisses my cheek. Sweetly. Intimately. “I know there are old blankets around here. Is that okay for you? They might be a little musty.”

  “A fire, old blankets, a thunderstorm, and you? Sounds perfect.”

  As Hunt tosses chunks of wood into the ashy remains of the fireplace, he says, “Could you nose around in the kitchen for some candles? I’m sure you’ll find something.”

  I stroll into the kitchen, which feels like a movie set. “It’s like someone left this place midweek and never came back. There are dishes in the sink.”

  “That’s exactly what happened. This place was Clara’s.”

  I rifle through fully stocked cupboards filled with glasses and stacks of plates, opening drawers too, until I find a box of matches and a few half-burned candles.

  “I want the whole story later,” I say as I light the candles. Then I walk into the pantry to search for more.

  I place one lit candle on a shelf lined with dusty jars filled with pickles. Heaps of newspapers tied in bundles sit on the ground in neatly stacked piles. What happened? This place is perfect in every way, just in need of a…

  I chuckle then mutter, “Reboot… Reshaping. God, it’s me.” Abandoned.

  “You coming?” he says from the other side of the wall.

  My entire body shivers, and excitement and a hint of panic stir in my stomach when I walk out of the pantry. But not for a second will I let my fears ruin this moment. It might not be planned. It might not become anything more than a bridge to something else, and for the first time in a long time, I go with it. The idea of freedom zings through me, awakening my nerves and jumpstarting my heart. It’s such a beautiful thing that a lump forms in my throat. My eyes prick with tears shortly after. This is big for me, and this is right. He is right.

  “Oh, you are just…” I pause, unsure of what to say. But I need to tell him something, because he deserves to know he’s reaching me. Every tender, lovely thing he does. “You’re perfect. How did I not know from the first time we met? You keep surprising me. And you know I’m not big on surprises. I’m not sure I understand what’s happening, but I can tell you this much: Something is moving around in me. I’m really trying to listen and feel. I don’t know if I’m moving too fast or too slow, but I’m moving, and it’s toward you.”

  The blazing fire hits me with a blast of warmth, causing another rash of goose bumps to skate across my skin. I press a hand to my belly, everything inside me alive and feeling. Hunt grins, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth.

  His warm hands travel up my arms, his gentle contemplative gaze raking over my face. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to, but can I take off your wet clothes and wrap you with blankets and my arms?” He leans in, his mouth capturing me in a slow kiss that becomes tangling tongues and pounding hearts.

  I reach for the hem of my shirt, his fingers meeting mine there.

  “Lift your arms,” he whispers as his forehead rests on mine.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I raise my arms. He grips my shirt, peeling it up my body, my stomach tightening as the wet fabric leaves my skin. Hunt kneels in front of me, shifting me closer to the fire. While looking up at me, he drags his fingers from my chin to my throat. Then between my breasts until he reaches the button fly on my jeans.

  This is where I would have stopped him; this is where everything should end. But I mouth, “Keep going,” as he stares at my lips. And, when he kisses my stomach, I run my fingers through his hair, gasping as he opens my jeans and works them down my thighs.

  “I don’t know how far I’m going,” I say, and I step out of one leg then sit on the blankets.

  As Hunt pulls the other off my ankle, he says, “Doesn’t matter. I have no expectations.”

  “I kind of do.” My pulse hammers in my throat. “Are you going to take your clothes off?”

  His eyes brighten and a smile curves up on one side of his mouth. “Would you like that?”

  I study him as he wraps a blanket around my shoulders and my chest. The firelight’s licks of orange kiss his face like I want to.

  “You’re soaked,” I say. “Don’t you want to?
”

  “I will if you tell me you want me.”

  “I want you, even though I don’t know exactly what to do.” I open the top button of his shirt.

  He yanks the bottom of the shirt out of his jeans. “Okay, maybe I do have some expectations.” He chuckles.

  I smirk, my gut fluttering. “Thought so. Didn’t want to call you out on it.”

  We meet in a stare as he works his jeans open. When he stands to shove them down his thighs, I bite my bottom lip. The bulge of his muscles catches my gaze until his erection escapes the top of his briefs. Shit. I thought my gut was fluttering before.

  “What kinds of things?” I ask, unable to look away.

  He rubs his thumb along the wet tip then steps toward me. His purplish head glistens in the firelight as he wipes wetness across my lips and says, “Take my briefs down.”

  My skin blushes with embarrassment as I lick my lips, tasting him and wanting more. The blanket drops off my shoulders when I rise to my knees, which leaves me naked save my wet bra and underwear.

  “I’ve never undressed a man.” My pulse quickens as I finger the edge of his briefs then inch by inch slide them down. His erection bobs as the fabric passes over it, and I have the urge to put my mouth on him. He’s so safe, even if it’s for now. I slump on my heels and look up at his tanned, muscle-covered body.

  He smiles and shoves a hand through his wet hair, the other stroking his cock. He slides his thumb between my lips, and I suck the tip. “Let me kiss you everywhere.”

  I grip the inside of my thigh, and a small laugh escapes him as I look away. “Everywhere?” I place a hand on my throat.

  “Yes. Sort of like I did at your last appointment.” He touches one of my nipples with a fingertip, so lightly.

  It hardens under my bra. He cups it then brushes it again with his thumb. Teasing. I arch into the feeling, the exhilaration coursing through me as I try to soothe my parched throat, which seems to be the only spot I’m dry. I can barely contain my saliva. Not to mention the wet and delicious aching throb between my legs, heavy and surprising in the way it tingles as if his hand is there already. Oh, it’s good to feel like this. No one else in the world but us exists. Just us in a bubble of lust I want live in forever.

  “I want my tongue inside in you, I want my everything inside you; everywhere.”

  I stare at my hands, which are tangled on my lap, unable to move.

  There are so many options that I don’t know what to do, where to begin, what to ask for, or how to give. But I want it all. I want to give, and I want to receive. And I should know all of this by now. God knows I’ve seen enough porn to qualify as an expert. I’ve written enough columns to fill a book. But being with Hunt and the excitement that’s racing like a ricocheting bullet through my body throws me off-balance. I like it all so much. The tipping—my god, it’s good.

  “I’m overwhelmed.” My shaky hand meets his, our palms pressing together, our fingers kissing at the tips. “Kiss me. Kiss me everywhere like you said you wanted to.”

  “You are so exquisite,” he says, touching my face.

  I angle my cheek into his palm, loving the feel of him, craving more. Don’t overthink it. Just feel, I remind myself.

  Hunt edges me closer to his body. I wobble, catching myself on his shoulders, both hands landing there. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. Then he glides it off my shoulders. I glance at my breasts as the bra falls then dangles in the crook of my arms.

  “It feels so good,” I say, when he cups both breasts in his warm palms.

  “Let it feel good all the way down here,” he says, stroking my nipples as his other hand slips inside my underwear.

  “Hunt, I... Oh fuck…that’s…” I suck in a breath as two fingers slide between my legs and rim my wet core.

  “Christ, you are so sensitive.” He pulls his hand out of my underwear and licks his fingers, nearly making me come. “Happy.” His voice is low and sexy as he speaks at my ear. So deep that it makes me shake. “I’m going to make you feel something you’ve never have. You want that?”

  Could I possibly feel more? “I might not say no to anything right now. I feel… Do I seem drunk?”

  “You’re turned on. And that kind of feels like drunk. Good, isn’t it?”

  I gaze into his eyes, seeing trust and someone who’s safe. Someone who cares. “Crazy good. I feel hot, my whole body is so hot.”

  “Wet is how you feel to me. Your pussy is so wet, so ready to be licked. Deeper this time, different.” He traces the edges of my underwear, sliding inside the band along the way, a tease I can no longer deny.

  “And you’re going to do that?”

  “Yeah, and you’re going to come in my mouth. You want that, don’t you? Remember at the office? This will be better.” He nods.

  I bite my forefinger for a few seconds.

  “I have no idea what I want,” I tell him. “Besides keep on feeling the way I am. This is what it’s supposed to feel like, isn’t it? I never thought I could fall again.”

  Chapter 38

  Clue~ joyously content *happy

  Hunt

  “Yeah, but this is only the beginning,” I say.

  She eases onto her back, innocent as a lamb. More beautiful than a bevy of goddesses. More soulful than a sage.

  “Lift your hips.”

  I lean over her body, peppering her with kisses. Her chest, her shoulders, and her neck fill with a rash. The sweet, exotic scent of her collides with the smoky, pine aroma from the fire, creating a backdrop every sense in my body reacts to. I want to help her feel everything. Every incredible thing she deserves. Maybe some doors will open. Maybe more than one already have. Something in her has been shaken free, no question. And, for once, I don’t feel her apprehensions or walls.

  I kiss her belly, my fingers stroking her hips then hooking beneath the lace sides of her underwear to edge them down.

  She takes in a mouthful of air, holding it.

  “Breathe. Let it out, Happy.”

  She bites her bottom lip and exhales while rising onto her elbows.

  “You want to watch?” I ask as I encircle one ankle with my hand, where her underwear remains. After gesturing over my shoulder to a massive mirror leaning against the wall, I flop onto my back and crook a finger. “C’mere. Spread your legs over my face. You’ll have all the control and the second best view.”

  She laughs, clasping a hand to her throat. “Over your face?”

  “Yeah.” I hold my hand out, and a smile tugs at her lips.

  She crawls up my body, straddles my chest, then traces my jaw with her fingertip as I wreathe her waist with both hands.

  “Spread your legs more, okay?”

  She places one hand onto the surface of the mirror as she spreads her legs.

  “Thanks for going slowly with me,” she says softly as she gazes at me.

  “Thanks for trusting me.” I skim my hands across her hipbones, and her stomach undulates at my touch.

  Placing my thumbs at her fine, blond strip of hair then gliding them farther down, I part her open to my mouth. After one lick from her wet center, which ends with a gentle sucking kiss on her clit, she buckles over, her face banging against the mirror.

  “Oh Jesus,” she whispers.

  I smile, my tongue finding her center again. So wet and hot. “Don’t come yet, okay? This is too good. I knew your taste was something I’d never forget.”

  “What do I taste like?”

  “Like the best thing ever.”

  Happy’s hands rest on the mirror as she watches me.

  “Okay?” I ask as she breathes through her nose. She holds her breath for seconds at a time.

  Her lips tremble into a smile. “This is different than on the exam table…I had no idea it would feel so—”

  “Un-fucking-real?”

  “Yeah, that,” she says.

  I’m crazy watching her get off and the way she’s letting herself go. The way she stares at me then at
her reflection. Silently, she speaks to me, and I’m reading all of it. I hang on every word she mouths, every plea. Give her everything she asks for.

  “Hunt.”

  When she comes, she threads her fingers through my hair, then grips handfuls. Moans and gasps, falling from her lips for long, drawn-out seconds. Then, just as I think she’s done, she says, “Oh god, again, another...”

  This might all be new for her, but I had no idea it would be new for me. I only hoped at this point in my life I could find someone I wanted to be with sexually and also in every other way. I don’t just want to explore her body. I want to explore the newness between us, the exhilaration, the crossing of boundaries and colliding of hearts. I want more with her than I’ve wanted with anyone in the longest time.

  When her legs tremble at my shoulders, I gently flip her onto her back. Her face is flushed and her chest is heaving from, I’m assuming, delight. Spooning the length of her body, I follow her curves with my fingers, tracing and memorizing every beautiful inch. She could be the one I’m looking for. I want it so much: a wife, a woman to have kids with. Someone matchless. Yes, she could be just that.

  She giggles while bringing her knees to her chest.

  “And now you’re going to cover up? I was enjoying my view so much.”

  She wraps her arms around her legs, but I peel her fingers away and ease her legs down. She snaps them up again.

  “And what happens when the view you like so much changes?” she asks.

  “It already has and I like it. I’ve told you it will never bother me. I like your insides. I’m not some jerk who won’t like you if the color on your skin continues to change. I think the only person it matters to is you.”

  She places her feet on the blanket, and I point to white splotches on the underside of her left breast and circle some on her stomach.

  “There are new spots. I know, and you noticed them.” She shoots up and kneels in front of the mirror. Lifting her breast, she studies it.

  “Why do you care that I noticed them?” I ask, kneeling behind her, kissing her shoulders. I drape my arms around her waist and pull her against me.