5+Us Makes Seven: A Nanny Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Oh, fuck…” I moaned. He was pushing up with his hips in time with mine. I resisted the urge to fuck him as fast as I could until he exploded inside me.

  I increased in pace as I felt his breathing increase in speed, an animalistic desire in his blue eyes. His hands were on my waist, accentuating his thrusts.

  He looked deeply into my eyes. “Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said through clenched teeth.

  I somehow managed to slow myself slightly, my eyes still on his. “Cruz…” I said, a wave of emotion building inside of me, sexual pleasure and the release of tension mixed with strong emotion. “I love you, Cruz,” I said, cheeks reddening.

  He thrust into me more passionately at my words. “Oh fuck, Lex. I love you.”

  I was amazed to hear his words, hoping briefly that it wasn’t said merely in the heat of passion. It didn’t matter at the moment though. Nothing else did.

  When I couldn’t control myself any longer, I rode him harder, faster. His hips thrusted with me as I rode him, and I felt a familiar rising of pleasure in my stomach. I let myself go, moaning loudly as I felt his cock stiffen, getting even harder.

  He was grunting regularly in pleasure, eyes still on mine. I grabbed his hands and pushed them back over his head and leaned forward. Our faces were inches away from each other.

  “I’m coming, Alexandra. Oh, fuck…”

  I slid back and forth, biting my lip with pleasure, eyes half-closed as I felt an orgasm building. His whole body tensed beneath me and his cock started to twitch.

  I came as he exploded inside me, his strong convulsions adding greater pleasure to my orgasm, almost painful in its intensity. He pushed into me harder as he came, stomach muscles bunching as my whole body was pushed up towards him.

  He kissed me passionately, gasping with pleasure into my mouth.

  I moaned as the waves of pleasure built into an explosive finish, body tensing, pussy tightening around his cock. I screamed as the orgasm hit, everything else forgotten.

  Cruz moaned in pleasure as he watched me orgasm, his cock still twitching from his own.

  I fell forward onto him, collapsing, weak after the pleasure started to fade. He was breathing deeply, steadily, his strong chest rising and falling as I lied there on top of him.

  “Wow.” I said, panting. “That...that was amazing.”

  Cruz

  Alexandra had come alive on top of me, riding me hard and fast. I didn’t think sex could get any better than the first time. I was wrong. This had felt different, more intense; passion and emotion had strengthened the pure sexual gratification.

  I’d told her I loved her, amazed at my own words, mostly because I had meant it. I had fallen for this girl, deeply and unashamedly. Without even realizing it, my emotions resurfaced after years of solitude.

  After we had both cum, the sexual pleasure fading, the feeling of love was still there. Stronger, even. I vowed to myself that my only goal in life now was to make her happy. And I would strive in everything I did to make it happen.

  “Cruz,” she spoke gently into my ear, “I do love you, you know. It wasn’t just… in the moment.”

  I turned to her, planting a big, lingering kiss on her lips. “I love you too, Lex. And I mean it. I ain’t one to say things I don’t mean.”

  She laughed, relieved. “That’s for damn sure.”

  I thought about the past, and our unknown future stretching out before us. The regrets, shame, and fear of being hurt I had once carried around with me seemed distant, fading quickly. There wouldn’t be much room for anything other than the burgeoning love I felt for her. I felt like I had started to heal inside, simply from her acceptance. Her acceptance of every side of me…

  This girl was something else.

  “Listen, Lex--I ain’t going back to what I used to do. Ain’t gonna… do the things I used to.”

  She stared into my eyes. “Kill people, you mean?”

  “I’m being serious, babe. I ain’t gonna put myself at risk when all I want to do is keep you safe, make you happy. I’m a changed man already, I feel…different, ya know?”

  Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. “I know, you big oaf. Me too. I’ve never felt like this before.” She paused for a second, thoughtfully. “Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll speak to my dad. He’ll be able to arrange something for you. How does ‘Cruz Miller, Head of Security Operations’ sound?”

  I grimaced. “Ain’t one for sitting on my butt all day. And I don’t wanna wear a suit…Unless you ask me to, of course.” I winked.

  She tapped me playfully on the chest. “No, not like that. He mentioned something about a vacant position a few weeks ago. A security consultant. Plus, he’ll probably want someone to improve security on the house after what’s happened.” She smiled mischievously. “I’ll put in a good word. If you’re a good boy, that is.”

  I smiled back at her, looking into her big, brown eyes. “I’m out of practice, but I’m a fast study. Now kiss me.”

  She did, and at that moment, I knew I would never kiss anyone else again.

  Doctor’s Orders

  A Second Chance Doctor Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Prologue

  “What did you get for number three?” I asked, peering over his shoulder.

  “Mono, the kissing disease.”

  “Me too.” I flashed him a smile.

  “Weird name for an illness,” he responded, his eyes meeting mine. God, he was gorgeous. Why did he have to look so good? I was supposed to be focusing on the material.

  “Ha, yeah I guess.” I moved my hair out of my face.

  He moved closer to me, “I mean the only way to get it is through saliva.”

  He licked his lips.

  This should be gross, I told myself, we’re discussing diseases. But instead all I could think about were his lips on mine.

  “So tomorrow is the final. I think we should go celebrate afterwards.” He winked at me.

  “Oh? Where do you want to go?”

  “Out, anywhere. As long as it’s with you,” he paused. “And you wear those jeans you had on last week for chem.”

  “What?” I asked, shocked. I knew exactly what jeans he was talking about. So maybe I had worn them to get his attention. Maybe.

  “Because tomorrow, after we pass this class, I am getting my hands into those jeans Hailey Clarke,” he said just above a whisper. My pussy ached in response.

  The anticipation of having Wyatt’s hands on my body was going to kill me.

  I was sure of it.

  ONE

  Wyatt

  I fucking hated November third.

  The harsh thought bounced off the walls of my head and seemed to echo across the empty cemetery. The angry thought remained private though.

  My mom and I were visiting his grave.

  We stood in front of his headstone, staring down at the slab of rock that was supposed to represent his life. Instead, it only represented his absence.

  A small American flag whipped back and forth in the wind, creating a steady rhythm to which we could mark our grief.

  November third arrived too soon every year.

  It would always be the worst day of the year.

  Five years had passed since my father died and it still felt like yesterday. This year, my mom didn’t cry. We visited the grave and said our obligatory prayers. I took a short walk so my mom could speak to him alone. I did this with her every year, but I never understood why. Part of me knew it was just a way to make her feel better, that it helped her feel close to him. A bigger part of me thought it was a giant waste of time. What was the point of talking to a rock?

  He wasn’t there.

  Still, it was a nice change to visit the cemetery and not have to support my sobbing mom back to the car. She didn’t shed a single tear. She was just quiet through the whole thing.

  Something had clicked inside of her a few months ago. I could tell the difference immediately. She still felt hi
s loss in her soul, but it no longer crippled her daily life. She finally found a sense of peace.

  I was happy for her, I really was. I just would have been happier if we could stop our yearly visits all together. For me, it never got easier to look at his name on that headstone.

  Anderson Wyatt Murphy

  It was bold and large. Because he was one of the newer residents in the Bradberry cemetery, his headstone stood out among the rest. While others were beginning to fade, his name could be read from fifty yards away.

  Every time I laid eyes on it, I was forced to remember him in ways I didn’t want to. I could still see the coffin they unloaded off that plane. There was an American flag laid across it. My mom still had that flag, folded tightly in a memory box in her bedroom.

  He died in combat, thousands of miles away from home. Mom and I didn’t get to say goodbye. He was just gone. It almost killed us both, but while my mom retreated into herself for years after, I did the opposite.

  At the time of my father’s death, I was pre-med. I had almost finished my Bachelor’s degree and I was getting ready to take the MCAT. Medical school was right around the corner, but all of that changed when my dad died. My entire life plan was thrown out the window and I knew there was only one thing I could do.

  Enlist.

  I joined the Army as a medic and spent four years serving my country. It was the best and worst four years of my life.

  I flew around the world.

  I helped people.

  I saved lives.

  But I was also reminded every day that no one was around to save my dad. If I had been a medic back then, would I have been able to keep him alive? If I had been there, if I had gotten to him fast enough, would he still be here?

  Four years in the Army didn’t do anything to squash those thoughts.

  When my time was up, I moved back home and tried to reemerge myself in the Bradberry way of life, but it was no use. I was no longer the same person who left Bradberry four years earlier. I was now the guy who came home twice a year to see my mom through the difficult days: the anniversary of my father’s death and Christmas. Other than that, I managed to stay far away from the small town I used to call home.

  By the time November third rolled around again, I had been home for six months. I took my mom to the cemetery to honor my father’s five years in the ground and then we went home.

  She barely spoke two words to me on the way home. When we walked through the front door, she went straight to the kitchen and sat down at the table.

  I followed her, sure that she wanted me to. I sat beside her and looked at her gently. Despite my lack of patience with our annual visits, I knew my mom was fragile and that it was my job to take care of her. With my dad gone, I was the only person she had left.

  “This came in the mail for you,” my mom said with a faint smile. She pushed a thin envelope across the table toward me. “I didn’t know you applied again.”

  I looked down at the envelope and saw the UConn School of Medicine symbol on the top left-hand corner. My heart skipped a beat as I looked back at my mom. She was right, I hadn’t told her I applied to medical school for the second time. I wasn’t sure how she would take the news of me leaving again, but when I saw her face, she was smiling at me.

  “I was going to tell you,” I said. “I just…”

  I trailed off and a small silence reigned until she broke it.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “Just open it.”

  “Okay.” I nodded and took a deep breath. Sliding my finger under the lip of the envelope, I felt like my entire life was either about to begin or end. I didn’t know which, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to find out.

  When I tore open the envelope I automatically reached inside and grabbed the piece of paper. It was just one piece, small and folded in three. I unfolded it and laid it flat on the table, my eyes scanning the words quickly.

  It took a few seconds for me to process what I read.

  Dear Mr. Murphy,

  Thank you for your application, we are happy to inform you…

  Once I did, I looked at my mom with a wide smile and nodded silently.

  Mom squealed and jumped to her feet. She ran around the table and threw her arms around me.

  “Oh honey!” she cried. “I’m so proud of you! You’re going to be a doctor!”

  “I guess it’s official now,” I said softly. “I’m going to med school.”

  My mom squealed with delight and let go of my neck. She smoothed down my hair and looked at me with her eyes full of tears. She hadn’t cried at the cemetery that day, but seeing my acceptance letter to medical school was enough to send her over the edge. The tears spilled down her cheeks and she closed her eyes for a minute. With her hand to her chest, she breathed slowly and I knew exactly what she was thinking.

  “He would be so proud of you,” she said as she opened her eyes again. I didn’t want to talk about my father in that moment, I just wanted to be happy.

  “Thanks,” I said shortly, looking away from her. I focused my attention on the letter and smiled.

  “When do classes start?” My mom asked. “Does it say?”

  “No,” I shook my head. “They’re sending a larger package in the next few days with all the details. It’ll have the course catalogue and the dates of when I can sign up for classes online.”

  “Oh, this is just so exciting!” she said. “We’re going to have a real doctor in the family!”

  I smiled and watched her excitement build. She raced around the kitchen, grabbing her cellphone. I knew she couldn’t resist calling all the neighbors and filling them in on the good news. In a town like Bradberry, everybody knew everyone’s business the minute it happened. I was surprised she waited a whole ten minutes before sending up the flare.

  I knew she was just proud of me and that she wanted to brag, but it was still slightly embarrassing. After all, when I enlisted in the Army, she didn’t rush out to tell all her friends. She didn’t really do anything but stare at me blankly while I repeated myself twelve times.

  When she finally registered my words, she was overcome with so much emotion that she didn’t speak to me for a week. It wasn’t until my last day at home that she hugged me and told me that she understood. She whispered that she loved me and that was it. I walked out the door and we never discussed my decision again.

  Now that I was home and safe, her bragging abilities were back in full swing. I sat at the kitchen table and listened while she made phone call after phone call. She never stayed on the phone too long, always ending it with, “Well, I gotta go! I’ve got more people to call, but I wanted you to know! We’re just so happy over here!”

  Then would she hang up and immediately dial the next number.

  By the fourth call, I hoped she would run out of numbers soon. I knew that was wishful thinking though. She would be on the phone all afternoon.

  With a small wave, I walked out onto the front porch, my acceptance letter in hand. I sat down on the porch swing and reread the letter three more times. I wanted to make the words sink in. This had been my dream for as long as I could remember.

  My mind drifted to the past and the memories swirled around my head.

  When I started college, going pre-med was the only option. I always knew I wanted to be a doctor and my time in the Army only served to solidify that wish. As a medic, I learned more than four years in a classroom could ever teach me.

  I knew I was ready for whatever was thrown at me.

  As I imagined what medical school would be like, I thought back to my undergrad years. It felt like a different life, those four years at the local college. Almost everyone from Bradberry went there, if they even went to college at all. I never considered going somewhere else. I graduated high school and enrolled in pre-med classes the very next week.

  I loved college. I was fucking great at it. I studied hard and partied harder. I could outdrink most of the football team and they all loved to see me do it. Most of the
kids there had known each other since elementary school, so we all got along well.

  There were only a few people I didn’t automatically know on sight, and Hailey was one of them.

  Hailey Clarke drew my attention the very first time I laid eyes on her. We were in a Biology class and I sat down beside her. It was her major and a requirement for mine, so we both took the class more seriously than most. We quickly became study partners, then friends, then more.

  I could still picture the small bird tattoo she had on her shoulder. Whenever I thought about it, I remembered what it felt like to kiss that spot.

  As I held onto my acceptance letter, Hailey drifted in and out of my mind. We were together when my father passed and everything changed. I left for the Army and I moved on, but Hailey always found a way to pop back in my head from time to time. When I was overseas on a long night, I would picture her face. The next morning would arrive and I would be ready to face the day. Hailey was my secret good luck charm, the little memory I carried around in my pocket and pulled out whenever I needed it.

  I reread the letter for a fourth time and sighed. As I folded it up, I immediately thought about telling Hailey. Even after years of silence, I knew she would be happy for me. Hailey was the one who helped me study for the MCAT. She pulled more all-nighters for me than she did for herself.

  I thought about calling her, but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t even know where she was now.

  Or if she wanted to hear from me.

  We didn’t part on good terms and it was all my fault.

  I decided not to dwell on that fact and how much it fucking hurt to let her go.

  I let thoughts of how we met consume me instead.

  TWO

  Wyatt

  It was the first day of Biology.

  I needed to get a great seat. This class was my first prerequisite for all my pre-med classes and I couldn’t afford to fuck it up. I knew I was smart - I always had been - but I also knew pre-med classes were no joke. As much as I acted to the contrary, I knew I wouldn’t be able to skate through college the way I did high school.