Cocky Doc: A Hero Club Novel

by Samantha Lind

  The drive is beautiful. We see some colors peeking through the trees in a few areas, nothing like what it will be in a few weeks, but still beautiful.

  “It’s so gorgeous,” she says, watching the trees as we drive. We’re almost to my family’s beach house, so I slow down to take the turn onto the long drive.

  “Just wait until you see the views from the house,” I tell her as we make it down the long drive. The house comes into view, as does the water behind it. The sun is starting to set, and the sky is lit up with the most beautiful shades of pink and purple I’ve seen in a very long time.

  “Holy cow,” she exclaims as I pull to a stop. All you can see in front of us is a painted sky and waves rolling up to the sand.

  “I told you it was gorgeous.”

  “And I believed you, but this is just something else,” she states.

  “It is. I’ve always found it peaceful here,” I tell her. “It’s been the one place that I can get away to when things are crazy and I need a day away from it all. I come here to decompress, rejuvenate and return ready to go again.”

  “I can see why,” she says, turning her focus to me now.

  “Shall we get out? I’ll show you around and then we can go get some dinner.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” she says. I get out and open the door, getting the ramp set up for her. While she’s doing just that, I grab our bags and head for the front door. My parents switched to electronic locks a few years ago, so no need for keys. I punch in the code, waiting for the lock to disengage.

  “Right this way,” I say, leading Megan down the hall and into one of the large guest rooms. It’s the most open and I figured would be the easiest for her to maneuver around in with her chair. While this house isn’t completely handicap accessible, it mostly is. Enough that we can enjoy ourselves while we’re here and Megan doesn’t have to feel like she’s stuck in only one room for the entire time. Thankfully, the bed in here is a large king, so if things go the way that I think they’ll go, it will be large enough for the two of us. We still haven’t taken our relationship to that level, but I think we’re both ready for it. I know I definitely am.

  “This house is gorgeous,” Megan says as I show her around. The main level boasts four bedrooms, two that are set up as guest rooms with attached private bathrooms. Another plus to the room I placed our things into, is the shower is a roll-in tile one, so no lips or edges for her to get tripped up on, and it has a built in bench, so, in reality, we didn’t need to bring her collapsing shower chair, but I didn’t think about that until now.

  “Thanks, my mom has worked hard on it over the years.”

  “It shows. She’s one hell of an interior decorator,” Megan says, looking around at everything. I quickly show her the living room and kitchen before we head back outside and into the car so we can head to dinner.

  “I DON’T THINK I can eat another bite,” Megan states once we’re back at the house.

  “I told you it was amazing food and huge portions.”

  “No crap,” she says as she transitions to the couch from her chair. Once she’s settled, I move it to the side so that it’s out of our way.

  “Trying to strand me here on the couch?” she asks, a teasing tone lacing her voice so I know she isn’t upset.

  “Nope, just moving it out of the way. If you need up, I’ll move it back,” I assure her.

  “I know, I’m just giving you a hard time.”

  “You can give me a hard time anytime you want,” I tell her, bouncing my eyebrows at her and pointing to my crotch.

  “Don’t be crude,” she says as she laughs, and then hits me in the stomach with a throw pillow.

  “Not crude, just honest,” I say, grabbing her wrist as she tries to hit me again. I pull her into my lap, her legs stretched straight over me and onto the next cushion. I slide my hand along her cheek and into her hair, pulling her face to mine. Our lips collide and we become a mixture of tangled arms, clashing teeth, and tongues, as we both devour each other as best as we can in this position. I drop a hand to her waist, finding the hem of her shirt. I slip my hand under it, caressing the skin just above her pants. I slip my fingers up her torso, along her rib cage, stopping when I reach the underside of her bra. The lace is a little rough against the backs of my fingers, and I rub them over the front, feeling her hardened nipple through the lace.

  “Fuck,” I moan against her lips. “Can I take you to bed?” I ask, wanting the green light from her. Needing to know she’s on the same page.

  “Yes. Take me to bed, Drew,” she says before kissing me again. My hand leaves her breast as I slide my arm behind her back. My other one goes under her knees and I stand with her in my arms. I walk as quickly as I can while keeping the two of us safe. I know this place as well as I can, but the last thing I need to do is trip over something while I’m carrying her and hurt either of us. Especially when her chair is out of reach.

  I safely get us inside the bedroom, and I set Megan on the edge of the bed. We both immediately start stripping our clothes, neither wanting the barrier that they create.

  I watch as Megan slides herself back onto the sheets until she’s stretched out on the bed in nothing but her matching bra and panties. The lace against her creamy skin has my dick jumping to attention.

  “Are you going to join me or just stand there staring?” she asks as she pats the bed beside her. Everything about this woman astonishes me.

  I pull back the covers and slide under them, pulling them up and over the both of us. Once I’m settled on my side, I pull Megan into me. Having her warm skin against my own is such a comforting feeling. We’ve cuddled once before, but most of our clothes stayed on that time. This time, all that separates us is my boxer briefs and her bra and panties. Fucking scraps of lace that are still driving me fucking crazy.

  She adjusts herself next to me, finally stilling with her head resting on my chest, and a leg draped over mine. I bring my arm around her, tucking her in a tiny bit closer to me. “Is this comfortable for you?” I ask, wanting to make sure she’s good.

  “Mhmmm,” she hums against my chest and I can feel the vibrations.

  “Remember, we go as slow or as fast as you want,” I whisper against the crown of her head before kissing the same spot. We’ve been together for a few weeks, taking things one day at a time. She was my rock while dealing with Mack’s declining health and the Hail Mary heart transplant that came through at what we were starting to fear was the end.

  “I’m good, I promise,” she tells me, pushing herself up and bringing her lips to mine. “I wouldn’t be here in this bed if I wasn’t comfortable with this. With us,” she says, and my concern settles slightly. “I want this. I want you,” she says against my lips. Just as her hand ghosts down my abs, she reaches the elastic of my boxers and expertly slips under it, not stopping until her hand is wrapped around my cock.

  “Fuck!” I growl against her lips, then deepen the kiss as she starts to work my cock from root to tip. The pressure is damn near perfect, as is her steady rhythm. I let her stroke me for another minute or so before I roll us. I break our kiss and start exploring her exposed skin with my lips.

  I start to slowly descend her body, paying attention to all the normal areas, her neck, the valley between her breasts that are still enclosed in the lace bra. I tease each nipple, sucking them through the lace. “Drew!” She moans my name and I about fucking come just from that. I continue down her body, mapping the soft curves of her abdomen, kissing my way from one hip to the next. Once I reach the waistband of her panties, I slip a thumb under both sides along her hips and slip them lower. I look up and lock eyes with her as I do so, tossing them over my shoulder once they’ve cleared her toes. I reach up and flick the clasp on her bra open, tossing that behind me, as well. I take my time soaking in her beautiful body. The contrast of her milky, creamy skin against my own, more tanned skin.

  “We’re still good?” I confirm with her as I slide into place between her thighs.
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  “Still good,” she practically pants.

  “Then just relax and let me show you pleasure like you’ve never experienced,” I cockily tell her.

  “Yes,” she moans out as I swipe the pad of my thumb across her swollen clit. I follow that up by sweeping my tongue up her slit. I pay close attention to her body’s reaction to each and everything I do. I repeat the same two motions a few more times, loving how responsive her body is for me. I flick up her slit one last time, but this time I flick her clit with my tongue and then suck it hard. I sink one finger, then two into her tight, heavenly pussy. Her muscles spasm around my fingers so quickly, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like when I slide my cock inside her. She’ll probably make me come as soon as I do.

  I lavish her clit as I work my fingers inside her, I curl my fingers around, searching for that magic spot that will hopefully make her come unglued. As soon as I find it, I suck hard again on her clit and expertly flick her G-spot. Her legs clinch around my head, locking me in place against her core. No complaints from me as I bring her down slowly from the high. Once she’s stopped spasming, I slide back up her body, dragging my lips up her luscious curves. I’m quickly becoming enamored with every inch of it that I’ve explored so far.

  Once I’m back up, my head above hers, I bring my lips to her, kissing her hard and deep. My tongue tangles with hers. I push myself up and reach over to the nightstand, where I grab the condom I’d taken out earlier when we both shed our clothes. I tear open the packet, then roll the condom down my shaft. “You still good, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice so deep and gravely I hardly recognized it.

  “I’m good, but I need you to fuck me, Drew, now,” she demands. I slide the tip of my cock through her folds, coating it in her juices. I hike one of her legs up, over my hip, and slide between her thighs.

  “This feel okay?” I ask, and she nods her head in agreement. I know she’s isn’t a virgin, but I don’t ever want to do something that hurts her or try a position that she can’t physically handle. I push my way in gently, stopping as soon as I notice a slight flinch.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, I’ve got all my weight on my hands, holding me off of her beneath me, except for where we intimately connect.

  “Yes, but I need you to move,” she groans, and I do just that. My rhythm is slow, at first. I don’t want to hurt her, I want to bring her as much pleasure and passion that I can.

  I pull her leg up just a tad higher on my hip and speed my thrusts up. My thumb finds her clit and I strum it as I work us both into a frenzy. I can feel the tingles at the base of my spine, the tightening of my balls. I can’t hold on any longer when her pussy starts to contract around my cock. I snap my hips—hard—against hers, stilling as I empty myself into the condom. Her pussy milks my cock of every last drop of cum that it can.

  My head hits the bed just above her shoulder and I suck in deep breaths, doing my best to lower my heart rate now that it feels like I just finished a marathon. I kiss her shoulder, then pull out. I roll out of bed and head for the bathroom so that I can take care of the condom. Once that’s discarded, I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water. I take it out with me and offer it to her so she can clean up.

  “You okay?” I ask, sliding in next to her on the bed.

  “I’m perfect, but I need to ask a favor.”

  “Anything,” I assure her, kissing her shoulder once again.

  “Can you carry me into the bathroom please?”

  “Of course.” I internally smack myself in the head. I should have offered to take her in there when I went to dispose of the condom.

  I slide out of the bed and move to her side. While I do so, she moves so she’s perched on the edge of the mattress. I pick her up just like I did when I carried her into the bedroom. I place her on the toilet and step out, giving her privacy. I slip on some boxers before I head out to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before moving her chair into the bedroom, so she has access to it.

  “Drew,” I hear my name being called, so I close the space between the bed and the bathroom. I push the door open and find her standing by the sink.

  “You okay?” I ask, noticing the grip she’s got against the counter.

  “Yes, just need some help getting back to bed,” she says and I move in to pick her up. “Actually, before you carry me out, can you set me back down and bring in my toiletry bag so I can wash my face and brush my teeth?”

  “Sure, where is it in your suitcase?” I ask and settle her on the toilet. It’s the only easy place for her to sit in the bathroom.

  “Should be right on top,” she says. I head out and open the suitcase up and find the bag just as she said it would be. I bring it in to her. “Would it be easier to have your chair in here?” I offer.

  “If you don’t mind,” she says, and I quickly head back out to where I’d already moved it by the bed. I maneuver it into the bathroom and help her transfer to the chair. I step aside once she’s settled in it and watch as she expertly moves it around and then lifts the height of her seat so she can easily reach the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face.

  I take her lead and grab my own bag, getting myself ready for bed. “Do you want anything to put on to sleep in?” I ask as we both leave the bathroom. It hasn’t slipped by me how comfortable she is in front of me. Most women want to cover up as quickly as possible, but not Megan. From what I can tell, she’s expressly comfortable in her own skin, which I find extremely sexy. Whoever first said confidence is sexy hit the nail on the head.

  “Yeah, I’ve got some sleep shorts and a tank top packed,” she says, rolling over to her suitcase. She leans over and rummages through it, finding what she’s looking for. I watch as she expertly dresses herself and then moves over to the bed and transfers from her chair to the bed.

  “Comfortable?” I ask as I adjust the pillow on my side of the bed before sliding back in and next to her. She moves over until she’s back in my arms, her head and one hand resting on my chest, a leg draped over mine.

  “I am now,” she sleepily replies.

  “Good,” I tell her before kissing her gently. “Now sleep.” I lay here, listening to her breathing even out as she falls asleep. With this woman in my arms, I feel like I can conquer anything. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Maybe, just maybe, there was something to all the advice everyone has tried to part on me over the years, that all it takes is meeting the right woman to make settling down a priority, and I can for sure see that with Megan.

  14

  MEGAN

  I WAKE up the next morning, a warm hard body wrapped around my own. I’ve never woken up like this, so it is all new for me. If it wasn’t for my bladder screaming at me to empty it, I could easily stay in this warm cocoon that is Drew’s arms.

  “Where are you escaping to?” Drew’s sleep-filled groggy voice breaks the silence as I attempt to slip out of his arms.

  “Bathroom,” I tell him over my shoulder before I transfer to my chair.

  “Okay but come back,” he demands, his eyes still closed.

  I laugh at his words. “Like I’d go anywhere else,” I tell him as I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. After taking care of business, I wash my hands and splash some cold water on my face, then return to the bedroom. I stop just outside the bathroom door as my eyes have to readjust to the darkness now that they adjusted to having the bathroom light on.

  “Are you coming back to bed?” Drew asks.

  “Yes, I just can’t see where I’m going,” I tell him.

  “Oh, let me help you,” he says and I can hear him moving around on the bed. A moment later, the lights turn on low, and I look over and notice he’s got a remote in his hand.

  “Now that’s handy,” I say as I safely make it back to my side of the bed.

  “It really is,” he says, dropping the remote onto the bedside table. “Are you hungry?” he asks as he pushes himself up so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard.

 
“Starving, actually,” I tell him.

  “Then you’re in luck because I make a mean breakfast.”

  “Is that so?” I ask as I settle in next to him on the bed. I slip back under the covers, seeking out his heat, as I’ve cooled off with being out of bed.

  “Yep, so stay here and I’ll go make us some breakfast,” he tells me, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips.

  “Breakfast in bed?” I question. “A girl could get used to that,” I tell him as I watch him pull on a pair of sleep pants before heading into the bathroom. While I lay here wide awake, I realize I should have grabbed my Kindle from my bag and ponder if it’s worth getting out of bed to grab it.

  “Hey, can you do me a favor?” I ask Drew when he comes out of the bathroom a moment later.

  “What’s that?” he asks.

  “Grab my Kindle for me so I can read while you go make us breakfast.”

  “Sure,” he says, finding it fairly quickly and walking it over to me. “What are you reading, anyway?” he asks as he hands it to me.

  “A romance novel,” I tell him, blushing just a bit as I answer him.

  “Is that so?” he asks, picking up on my slight embarrassment. “Lucy is always reading those and telling me all about the inspiration she gets from them. I try and block her out, not really wanting to know about her sex life,” he says, shuddering like he’s trying to rid his brain of the memories. “So, if anything inspires you, I’ll gladly listen to you about it,” he says, a cocky grin on his lips.

  “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind,” I tell him as I flip the cover open and punch in my password, laughing at his request. After last night, I can only imagine the fun we could have recreating scenes from one of my books.

  I get lost in my book while Drew makes a ruckus out in the kitchen. For how much noise he makes, I’m almost scared to see what condition the kitchen is in once I get out of bed.