With These Two Hands

by Lori Ryan

  “Uh, no. I’m about to pass out here I’m so fucking hard.”

  “Well, let me help you then.” She rolled up until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. She crooked on finger, beckoning him toward her. Who was he to disappoint her?

  He nestled his hips between her legs.

  She reached back and grabbed a pillow, tucking it under her ass. The added height put her mouth in perfect alignment with his hard shaft. Her tongue slid from between her lips, flicking against the base as she dragged the soft pad up to the tip.

  He shivered, his body heating from the inside. “Fuck,” he moaned, afraid he might explode. He took deep breaths focusing on anything but the image she made.

  “Are you okay, doctor?” she asked. Her blue eyes were trained on his, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick.

  “Kayleigh,” he growled.

  “Yes?” she smiled as her mouth pressed down, taking him in. Her hand wrapped around the base, squeezing as her lips met her fingers. Her hollowed cheeks were enough to nearly send him over the edge.

  “Not like this,” he ground out.

  As if not hearing him, her head bobbed back and forth.

  His body trembled as an intense orgasm clawed up his spine. No, not yet. He slowly stepped back.

  Her body fell with him. “What’s wrong?” She gazed up at him, her face riddled with anxiety.

  He scrubbed one hand through his hair, one down his face. “Not a fucking thing, sweetheart.”

  “Then why did you stop me?”

  “I have to be inside you. I want to be inside you when I come.” He glanced at his wallet he’d searched earlier. “I can’t believe I don’t have a fucking condom. I’m a doctor for Christ sake.”

  She laughed and leaned back on her hands.

  He stared at her, in awe, mouth gaping.

  “What?” she said.

  “Your body’s a work of art. Men should pay money just to look at you.”

  She giggled. “Are you calling me a stripper?”

  “What? No.”

  “How much would you pay?”

  “Any goddamn thing you wanted,” he said, half laugh, half choke coming out with the words.

  “There are condoms in the desk drawer in the corner.” She nodded behind him.

  “What? How the hell do you know that?”

  “Emmett’s desk,” she said. “He stocked them with condoms when he was staying here.”

  He held up a hand. “I don’t want to know more.” He stumbled over his feet to the desk, yanking opening the drawer.

  “There’s a false bottom in the drawer,” she said.

  “That’s right.” He remembered when they were kids. It was where they’d hidden all kinds of elicit shit. “How do you know about that?” He dug until he found a small box, pulling it out in victory. “Yes!” he exclaimed, walking back toward her.

  “Maggie told me. That’s where her and Ben kept some, too. Apparently, you Sumner brothers are busy little beavers.”

  Aaron stalked toward her, glanced down at his hard-on. “Does that look little to you?” He tossed the box on the bedside table.

  “Nope.” She shook her head, the movement causing her breasts to ripple. “Oh my God, you just grew.” She covered her laughter with a hand.

  “Because of you and that magnificent body of yours.” He gave her his best pirate grin and felt the reward of her smile.

  He rubbed her cheek with his hand and guided her to her back, settling the pillow underneath her hips.

  “Should I hold on to the headboard?” she smiled.

  He pushed her thighs apart, marveling at how ready she was. This was not going to last long. “No,” he said. “You can put your hands anywhere you want.”

  “Want me to put that on?” She nodded toward the condom in his hand.

  “Hell no. Not unless you want this over before it even starts.”

  She stretched her hands above her head, arching her back, pulling her breasts higher. “Definitely don’t want that.”

  He rolled on the condom and leaned over her, aligning himself to her. He slowly pressed in as he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” she sighed, her fingers reaching to claw his ass.

  Maybe it had been a bad idea not to secure her hands. He braced his body weight on one forearm next to her head as he used his other hand to reach under her knee. “Lift up, baby. I want in deeper.”

  With little prodding, she raised both knees, resting her feet where her hands had been moments before. God, this new angle had him driving in deep.

  “Yes,” she moaned, twisting her head. “Right there. God, it feels…”

  “So good,” he whispered into her neck, sucking on the soft, sensitive skin.

  Her body trembled underneath him.

  He raised up and stared down at her. “Open your eyes,” he said.

  Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze heated.

  Christ, that had been a mistake. His orgasm built as he felt her tighten around him.

  “Faster,” she whispered, her legs wrapping tighter.

  He pressed up on his hands and hovered over her, his hips moving in tandem with hers. He clenched his teeth, staving off his orgasm. “Touch yourself,” he said. “I’m not going to last.” He sat up on his knees, giving her room as he pressed her knees toward her chest.

  “Yes,” she moaned, her hand skating down her stomach. She threw her head back as her fingers pressed between them.

  An intense fire burned at the base of his spine. “Kayleigh,” he called.

  “Oh, yes, harder.”

  He obliged her, holding her hips higher as he pistoned inside her.

  She covered her mouth to block her cries and he remembered they weren’t alone in the house.

  He kept his eyes locked on hers as her body shattered underneath him. Her legs tight against his back, she hummed with the pleasure of her release.

  His balls tightened and he pumped into her twice more, jerking inside as desire shot from deep within. His body tensed and his lungs burned as he groaned, blistering light exploding behind his lids. His body pulsed as his hips moved on their own, pumping into Kayleigh. When he’d spent himself, he fell against her, pinning her body underneath him, his breathing ragged.

  “Fuck, Kayleigh,” he moaned. He’d just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. What had been different? “That was…”

  “Oh, my God,” she flung an arm above her head, “that was intense.” She tightened her legs around his waist, wrapping her hands around his neck. “I loved it.” She smiled, reaching up to brush her lips against his.

  He deepened the kiss, unable and unwilling to speak.

  Finally, she pulled back. “You okay?”

  Shit, was he? “Uh, yeah, I’m good.” He rolled off. “Let me just get rid of this.”

  She grabbed his arm.

  He turned to face her. Her furrowed brow told him she was confused. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’ll be right back.”

  She nodded.

  When he returned she was under the covers, holding up the blanket for him.

  “You really think we can both fit in there?”

  She scooted toward the wall. “Well, I’m not going to your mother’s bedroom if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “Ben and Maggie might be in there.”

  She groaned. “If they heard me, I’ll never live this down.”

  He laughed. “Pretty sure people on the other side of the mountain heard you.”

  She sank down, yanking the covers over her head. “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “I’m not.”

  A tiny fist punched his arm from under the covers.

  “You still in there?”

  She pushed the sheets back.

  “There she is.” He leaned down and gently kissed her. “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “For what?” She cocked her head. “That was pretty fabulous, doctor.”

  He laugh
ed, scooting down in the bed with one arm bent, head resting on his hand as he stared down at her. “I’m sorry if I was overbearing when I tried to help you, with the clinic.”

  She shook her head and rolled to her back, tugging the covers up around her. “No, I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to help.”

  “Lots of people would help you, if you let them.”

  She turned and stared up at him.

  He held up on hand. “I know, you don’t want that. You have to do it on your own.” He fell back onto the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. “Can I just ask you a question?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she said quietly.

  “You don’t want to go back to Boston until you’re a success.” He used air quotes. “You define success as making a certain amount of money.”

  She turned and glared at him “That’s not true.”

  “Then how do you define success?”

  “We’ve already talked about this. I’ve told you I love what I do. I just need more money to keep doing it.”

  “And yet you won’t let people help you because you think that means that you didn’t do it.”

  She came up on one elbow and stared down at him. “What about you, Dr. Phil?”

  He laughed. “What about me?”

  “You said being a surgeon was your passion. But you lost the ability. Now Chicago is calling.”

  “So.”

  “So, you’re not the best anymore and that bothers you. A lot.”

  He took in a few deep breaths, thinking about her question. Her blue eyes were completely focused on him and it made him defensive. “Don’t you like to be the best?”

  “Don’t change the subject, Sumner.”

  “It’s not that I want to be the best. I mean, I do. I did.”

  “What is it then?”

  “For years I knew exactly what I wanted. I was driven. I had a goal.”

  “And now you don’t.”

  He shook his head.

  She fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she slid her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. There was a heavy sigh in her exhale. “I talked to my dad today.”

  He sat up and looked at her. “Seriously?”

  Her eyes were closed but she nodded.

  “And?”

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him. “I told him I’m going to come home for my brother’s wedding.”

  He smiled.

  “What?”

  “I know this is big for you. I’m proud of you. Maybe this will open up some doors for you.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “I’m not asking my dad for money.”

  “I didn’t mean that.” He shook his head. “I meant, destiny.”

  “Now what are you talking about?”

  “Maybe you needed to learn something, from your family. It could be the catalyst for change.”

  “You sound like one of those sappy yogi masters your mom loves.”

  He laughed.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  “What about me?”

  “Well, you’re talking about destiny and change and crap. Maybe that’s what this tremor is for you.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe.”

  There was a long stretch of silence before she spoke.

  “Aaron,” she called softly.

  He turned but noticed she was still looking up at the ceiling.

  “Well…” she swallowed. Was this Kayleigh Montgomery nervous? “You said once you’d go with me.”

  He rolled over until half his body was pressed against hers, the good half. She opened her blue eyes and he smiled down at her. “I’d be honored to go home with you.”

  “Really?” Her brows rose.

  “Yes.” He laughed. “I told you I would. In fact, I think I promised to pledge my undying love to you in front of everyone.”

  She swatted his arm. “Please don’t.”

  “Hey, in some circles I’d be considered a good catch.”

  Her eyes roamed over his face as she raised her hand to his cheek. “Yes, in a lot of circles,” she said.

  “Boston circles?” He arched a brow.

  “In my circle.” She reached up and brushed her lips against his.

  He slid his hand behind her head and pressed in to her, deepening the kiss. When they were done, he sat her back on the pillow.

  “Thank you,” she said, tracing his lips.

  “Why?”

  “It will be nice to have a friend when I go home.”

  “Of course.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

  “You know you don’t have to be the best to do your best,” she said.

  He wasn’t sure if her comment was for her or for him.

  “I know you’re just here for a little while, and I’m glad I got to spend time with you,” she said.

  “I don’t know if I’m here short-term.”

  She shrugged, her fingers dinging into his head, massaging his scalp.

  “Jeez, if you do that every night, I may never leave.”

  She giggled. “Well, no matter what you decide, I just hope you find your passion.”

  Looking down into the crystal blue eyes of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, he wasn’t so sure that he hadn’t already.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “Holy shit,” Aaron said, stepping out of the luxury car.

  “I told you,” Kayleigh said, sliding out behind him.

  “You said it was a big house.”

  “I did.”

  He glanced behind him. “Kayleigh, this is a frigging mansion.”

  She turned to the driver who was pulling out their bags from the trunk. “Thank you, Daniel.” She smiled as if he were a long-lost friend.

  The dude was in his mid-sixties, at the very least. Even though their bags were small, Aaron had tried to put them in the trunk at the airport but the driver had insisted. Kayleigh had introduced him as his family’s longtime driver. He didn’t know people actually had drivers. Apparently, they did in Weston, Massachusetts.

  “It’s so good to have you home, Miss Kayleigh. You look as beautiful as ever.” He set the bags onto the porch and returned to where Kayleigh and Aaron stood by the car.

  Kayleigh held out her arms and hugged the man affectionately. “It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you. How’s Lorelei.”

  “She’s good, thank you for asking. Just started Vanderbilt last year.”

  Kayleigh whistled. “I told you she’d be going places.”

  The man seemed to blush a little. “Thank you, Miss Kayleigh. You helping her with her studies when she was young really helped.”

  Kayleigh beamed and Aaron thought he’d never seen her look more beautiful.

  “Mrs. Anderson has your favorite brownies cooling on the window sill in the kitchen.”

  Kayleigh’s smile broadened. “Oh, my goodness. With butter toffee and chocolate chips?”

  He nodded.

  “Uh-oh. I’m not sure I should even start.” Kayleigh patted her stomach. “I won’t fit in my dress.”

  Aaron followed her hand, wondering what the hell she was talking about. She looked gorgeous, like she always did. He didn’t know how after a day of travel.

  “You look fine, Miss Kayleigh. You always have.” Daniel’s face lit with happiness, as if she were the sun and he’d been in perpetual darkness without her. Aaron understood.

  “Is mother home?” she asked, her smile slowly fading.

  Daniel shook his head, somehow an edge of formality in the movement. “I believe she’s still at the club finalizing the menu for this evening.”

  It was Friday and her brother’s wedding was tomorrow. Aaron guessed there would be a rehearsal dinner taking place that evening.

  “What about Hunter?” she asked.

  The driver pointed to the top of the steps.

  They both turned. A youngish man stood at the top, his broad body filling the entrance of the house. Even from this far away, Aaron could tell K
ayleigh and he were related.

  “Brat!” he yelled, racing down the steps.

  “Honey Bun.” She laughed.

  Hunter groaned as he reached them. “Please, no honey buns at the wedding.” He scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around.

  “We’ll see,” she said.

  Hunter squeezed her tight. “It’s good to see you, baby sister. I’ve missed you.”

  Kayleigh tucked her face into her brother’s neck. “I’ve missed you, too.”

  Suddenly Aaron felt like he was intruding on a special moment. He stepped back a bit, but hit the car.

  Kayleigh’s brother released his sister, placing her gently on the ground. “Don’t stay gone so long next time.” He stared down at her as if waiting for her promise.

  She nodded. “I won’t.”

  Hunter tweaked her nose. “Yeah right.”

  With her arm still tucked around her brother she walked them to the car where Aaron stood. “Honey Bun, this is Aaron Sumner.” She waved her free hand out to him like he was a prize on a game show.

  Her brother extended his hand. “That’s Dr. Aaron Sumner I hear, little girl.”

  She giggled. “Human doctor.”

  Her brother stared down at his sister then back to Aaron. “What?”

  “Nothing.” Aaron extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, man.”

  “Hunter Montgomery. Big brother to this pain in the ass.” He nodded toward Kayleigh. “Nice to meet you, too.”

  “That’s Dr. Montgomery, I hear,” Aaron teased.

  “Lots of doctors in the Montgomery home this weekend,” a woman said from the porch.

  Aaron glanced up again at the monstrosity of a house, studying the woman.

  She was older, a bit on the larger size, with graying hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her dark dress hung loosely to mid-calf, and was covered by a white apron that tied around her waist.

  “Some more than others.” Another female voice said from behind the older woman. The sarcasm rolled off her tone in waves. The woman stepped out onto the porch and Aaron immediately knew this was Kayleigh’s mother, the resemblance was uncanny, at least in their facial features.

  Kayleigh’s mother was tall and statuesque, her back ram-rod straight. She gracefully walked down the steps of the front porch wearing an ivory suit with matching shoes, not a blonde hair out of place.