The Doctor's Fake Nanny: Contemporary BWWM Romance

by Tiana Cole

  “So smooth,” he murmured, “so rich.”

  My breath came in quick, shallow gasps. I didn’t answer him because I wasn’t sure I could speak without my voice breaking. His hand trailed teasingly along the side of my neck and ran lightly across the line of my collarbone. His fingers were strong, capable, and I wanted to feel them all over my body. I wanted those hands everywhere at the same time. I wanted him to make my body sing.

  “Kayla, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It’s intimidating.”

  Intimidating? He was intimidated by me? It didn’t seem possible and yet here he was saying it with complete seriousness. I felt more powerful than I had ever felt before. It was an intense aphrodisiac and it made me bolder than I would usually be.

  “Kiss me,” I said insistently, “please kiss me, David.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  I could hear the grin on his face when he spoke and it made me smile, too. He put one strong, calloused hand on the small of my back to draw me in closer to him. I could feel the length of him against my hip and just that made me start to pant. He leaned in and kissed me again, first softly and then more forcefully, more urgently. It was like he needed to have me, and that was the biggest turn on of all. My hips started to move gently against him, grinding slowly against his body so that he let out another one of those moans. It felt like our bodies were vibrating with the energy of what we were doing and I got lost in the feeling of his lips, his tongue. He tasted sweet and my hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, ready to feel more of him. I wanted as much as I could get.

  Clearly he took the hint because he ripped the shirt off, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside like it was nothing more than an old rag. His body was more insane than I could have imagined. How the hell did he have time to get a body like that and be a doctor? His arms were enormous, the lines of his abs so pronounced it was like he could have walked straight out of a men’s fitness magazine. To top it all off, he had perfectly defined lines making a perfect v down towards the low slung edge of his slacks.

  “Jesus, you’re, like, perfect.”

  I didn’t mean to say it. It sort of just slipped out. He laughed, though, and I could see his abs moving as he did. He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, my mouth, slipping his warm, wet tongue between my parted lips.

  “Why thank you,” he said against my mouth, kissing me again and again so that I felt completely breathless. My hands found their way to his broad chest, pulled lightly on the thin layer of hair I found there. My fingers traced down, down towards his belly, down towards the button of his trousers. They lingered there, playing with the zipper and then casually unbuttoning them. I wanted all of his clothes off. I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me.

  “Hold on now, I think it might be your turn. Fair is fair, right?”

  His voice was hoarse with lust and now it was his turn to pull on my flimsy dress. He brought it easily up and over my head and then gasped when he saw what was underneath. Nothing. Underneath my dress I was completely bare and his hands immediately explored the length of my body, stopping tantalizingly on my pelvic bone before moving up to my full breasts. My back arched beneath the palms of his hands and now his hips were bucking involuntarily into mine, his body pressing mine right up against the wall.

  “What do you want?” he panted, his pants falling off of his hips to reveal his long, hard shaft. My hand slipped down and took it into my grip, then ran up and down in slow, smooth strokes. David groaned and threw his head back, his eyes closed and his Adam’s apple moved in his throat.

  “I want to feel you inside of me,” I said in a low voice, hardly believing that those words would come out of my mouth. He made me feel wild, completely free of any inhibitions. Now that we were here together like this with his body wrapped around mine, I wasn’t afraid of saying anything to him. I was willing to tell him everything I wanted. All he had to do was ask.

  “You do, do you? Well, I don’t want to disappoint,” he said with a smile, shaking his pants the rest of the way to the ground and stepping easily out of them. Apparently he wasn’t a man who needed to be asked twice and, before I knew it, I was being lifted up into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me across the room to his impossibly large four poster king size bed. It was like I weighed nothing at all and I felt like I belonged entirely to him. I was at his mercy and there was nothing else I would rather be.

  He lay me down on the bed and stood at the foot, looking my body up and down slowly. Everywhere his eyes fell felt like it was on fire. My whole body burned for him and arched towards him, begging for his touch to return. Once again, he read my desire perfectly. He knelt on the bed before me and ran his hands from my feet along the length of my legs, spreading them apart slowly, purposefully. I could feel myself growing wet already and when his fingers found the pulsing slit between my thighs I cried out with the intensity of the contact.

  The sound of my cry did not stop him. He was relentless, ruthless in the methodical movements of his capable fingers, stroking my clit, slipping down inside of me. I had never been touched like this and the way my body felt was almost too much to take. I could feel a tingling rising from inside of my pelvis, sliding over every inch of me and taking me up higher, higher, until I could not stand it anymore. My body exploded around him, shaking with the enormity of an orgasm that just kept coming in wave after wave. My legs clenched around his still moving hand, trapping him there, making sure that he never stopped touching me. But I wanted more. I wanted to do things to his body that would make him feel just as good as he was making me feel. I wanted to make his whole body tremble.

  My hand slipped down, reaching for the throbbing erection that jumped to attention when I touched it. Now his fingers stopped moving against me and his hips began to move along with each of my strokes. I could feel the blood rushing inside of his body, could feel the orgasm I was able to give him. It made me feel giddy and drunk. This entire thing was like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

  It was finally too much for him. He spread my legs open even wider and moved on top of me, guiding himself inside of me with one powerful thrust. I let out a gasp of pleasure and surprise. He felt so big inside of me, filled me completely, and each movement of his hips threatened to take me right back to the edge of the ultimate pleasure. My hands ran up and down his back, my nails digging into his skin as I matched the movement of his hips with my own. His arms slid beneath me and brought me up closer to him and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder to keep from actually screaming. His pelvic bone was hitting my clit over and over again. The friction was delicious and warm and exactly what I wanted.

  “Oh god, David. I’m going to come. I’m going to come again.”

  “Do it. Do it, Kayla.”

  I didn’t need any more permission than that. My eyes shut and by back arched up and into him. The whole world burst open into bright stars shooting across the backs of my eyelids and now I did cry out, I couldn’t help it. My body shook as the orgasm went on and on, like it would continue until the end of time.

  Even through that haze of pleasure I could feel his cock begin to tremble and jump inside of me and his thrusts became less controlled, more erratic. His breathing sped up and then he let out a yell of pleasure. For a moment it was like everything froze and all that was left was the two of us locked in this mutual and exquisite pleasure.

  Slowly, so slowly, we both started to come down a bit from that peak and David’s body finally collapsed on top of mine. My legs were still wrapped around him and my hands stroked his hair softly as we both tried to catch our breath. After a while he rolled over, pulling me into his chest and putting his arm around me. I could feel his heart thumping inside of him, could feel my own heart responding to him. I could have stayed that way forever, frozen like that and entirely content.

  “That was amazing, Kayla. You are so, so amazing.”

  “I’m pret
ty sure you’re the amazing one, but thanks for saying.”

  David rose up on one elbow and looked down at me, his eyes smiling in a way that made me feel safe and loved.

  “Maybe we’re just amazing together. Think that might be it?”

  “Could be,” I said teasingly, liking the sound of that. I liked the idea of us being a couple, and that’s what it felt like. It felt like we were really together.

  “Kayla, I need to say something to you, and it isn’t easy.”

  Oh crap. Was this the part where he told me he really liked me but I probably shouldn’t stay? Was this where he told me he wasn’t looking for anything real?

  “You just, you just make me happy. You make me so fucking happy. I’ve never had anyone to come home to, you know? Even when I was growing up it felt like I was always coming home to an empty house. I’ve never been excited to come home before and now I can’t wait. You make me feel like there’s a reason to get up and a reason to come home again. I hope that doesn’t scare you. I just wanted to let you know.”

  My eyes filled with tears and I stretched my neck to kiss his chest. This man was full of surprises, and this was the best one yet. What he had just said made me feel like I had a real place in the world. It made me feel like I was home.

  Chapter Thirteen

  David

  “Hey, sweetpea, what do you think you want for dinner tonight?”

  Sophie looked up at me with shining eyes, giggling at the little nickname I had recently taken to calling her. She looked so much happier these days. No, it wasn’t even that she seemed happy. It was that she seemed to be content. She seemed to be at peace. She gave me a look of mock disapproval and raised one eyebrow in a spot on imitation of an adult that made me chuckle.

  “I dunno, Daddy. Who’s making it, you or a real place?”

  “Ouch! You got me, right in the heart!”

  I clutched my chest, pulling at the imaginary arrow she had just shot me with and she shrieked in delight. She scurried over to me and bent down, listening to see if I was still breathing. It would seem that living with a doctor was wearing off on her. Maybe she would follow in my footsteps one day, go to medical school. Who knew? If we could get her ADHD under control she could do anything she wanted to. She was clearly smart enough, of that I had zero doubt.

  “Nope, you’re fine, Daddy. Now tell me about the foods.”

  I laughed and sat up, pulling her into the bear hug to end all bear hugs. She gave me a huge, sloppy kiss and then wiped my face off, just like she would have wiped her own had the kissing been reversed. My heart swelled and I hugged her even tighter. I had never believed that I could love her this way. If you had told me when I first brought her through my front door that I would love her like she was my own daughter I would have told you that you were out of your mind. I did, though. I felt like the grinch with the heart that had grown several sizes larger.

  “My goodness, what’s going on in here?”

  Sophie and I both looked up from where we sat on the cold tile floor. Sophie crowed with satisfaction and reached both chubby arms up to Kayla. I smiled up at her and let Sophie go so that I could pick myself up off of the floor.

  “Oh, nothing much, just discussing my ineptitude in the kitchen.”

  Sophie nodded in somber agreement and both Kayla and I burst out into peals of laughter. Kayla bent and hefted her up onto one hip, smoothing her hair down and giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

  “You know what though? Your daddy has been getting a lot better with the cooking stuff. Don’t you think so? He’s starting to learn a thing or two.”

  “Yup,” Sophie said with a thoughtful expression on her face, “guess so. That’s cuz he eats with us now.”

  She was right. Things had changed dramatically over the last few weeks, ever since the first night Kayla and I had spent together. Even thinking about that night now sent little tingles of pleasure shooting through my body. It was hands down the best sex of my life, but it was more than that. There was something there between us, something real. I honestly hadn’t known her for all that long, but I was pretty sure I loved her.

  That was beyond difficult for me to say, too. I was not in any way the type of guy to fall in love easily or to believe in anything like love at first sight. I prided myself on being practical, almost clinically so. Something like this did not happen to me. I didn’t think that it happened to many people, to tell the truth.

  “He does indeed. It’s nice, huh?”

  “Yup!”

  “Does that mean you’ll trust him to cook us dinner tonight?”

  “Nope!”

  Kayla looked at me with a smile and rolled her eyes, setting Sophie down and stretching her back. Sophie looked from Kayla to me, one little hand on her hip as she tapped her foot impatiently. Sophie was just old enough to feel that being laughed at was some kind of an injustice and so we tried not to do it, but sometimes she was just too funny. Her honesty could be truly hilarious.

  “Okay, sweet girl, what would you like to have for dinner?”

  “Pizza,” she said matter of factly. I looked at Kayla, who nodded her agreement with a smile. It was settled, then. If the two most important girls in my life wanted pizza, that was what they were going to get. I called it in and then poured two glasses of nice red wine, handing one to Kayla as the three of us sat down to wait. It was good to have the time, too, because we had some important business to attend to.

  “Hey, Kayla, doesn’t someone we know have a birthday coming up?”

  Sophie’s little head perked up immediately and Kayla gave me a conspiratorial smile.

  “I’m almost sure we do, but I can’t remember who it is. Is it your mom?”

  “No, that’s not it. She would be making a huge dramatic deal about it if her birthday was on the horizon.”

  “Is it one of the doctors at the hospital?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I don’t think I even know any of their birthdays.”

  “Well, then who could it be?”

  By this point Sophie was red in the face with the effort of waiting to see if we would figure out who it was. Finally it was too much for her and she climbed down out of her chair and started jumping up and down.

  “Me! It’s me! My birthday is coming. You should know. Bad, Daddy. Bad, Kayla.”

  Her little foot stamped and her lip poked out. Kayla got out of her chair and knelt on the floor next to Sophie. She reached out and tickled her until the pouty face was replaced by a fit of laughter. She collapsed on the floor and then climbed into Kayla’s lap. The two of them looked so natural together like that that it almost took my breath away. It was like they belonged together, like the three of us made up a perfect family unit.

  “Are we bad? Are we bad, Sophie?”

  “Maybe,” Sophie responded, still giggling, and now waving her legs around in the air excitedly.

  “Well, what if I told you that we knew it was your birthday all along? Would we still be bad then?”

  “No!”

  “And what if I told you that we wanted to talk to you specifically just to find out what you want for your big five years old birthday party? What would you say then?”

  “Puppy!”

  Oh shit, I should have seen that coming. It shouldn’t have surprised me in the slightest that Sophie would be interested in a dog. Mikey had always loved dogs. He had been that type of guy who was forever bringing home strays. It was any animal, really, any animal that might need some help or a home, but it was dogs in particular. Anna had always been really cool about it, too. She used to say that if her biggest issue with her husband was that he was too kind to animals then she had a pretty good husband. When he was alive his need to take care of helpless things had bugged the shit out of me, but looking back on it I could see that Anna had been completely right. Still, that didn’t really mean that I was looking to take on a dog in my house. Who was going to take care of it?”

  “A puppy, huh? Hmm. I’m not so sure a
bout that. Anything else you might be interested in?”

  “Two puppies!” she said stubbornly. She may have been a little girl, but she knew how to hold her ground. I had a feeling that was a quality Kayla was encouraging in her.

  “No, not two puppies. Is there anything you want for your birthday that doesn’t involve a puppy at all?”

  “No. Why no puppy?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I’m allergic.”

  Kayla let out a snort of laughter and I looked wearily in her direction. This conversation wasn’t really going quite as I had planned.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Oh nothing. It’s just something you said.”

  “Which thing?”

  “The whole ‘maybe I’m allergic’ thing. That’s all.”