I nodded. That’s all I could do.
“Snap out of it baby!” she said snapping in front of my face. “Good thing you just showered!”
“Stop. Nothing’s going to happen,” I said grabbing a bag to throw some stuff in. “I know that because I didn’t even shave my legs.”
“Megs. I don’t shave through the winter and Jerry doesn’t give a shit as long as he gets laid. Not important.”
I shook my head with that gross thought, then I bolted for the bathroom mirror.
Chapter 21—Kieran
I spotted her car sitting in the street as I parked in the drive. I, too, had obviously drank a couple of beers at the strip bar and maybe shouldn’t have driven but I wanted to see her. After leaving the bar, I knew exactly what I wanted. Doc was a big girl and I knew she needed this job and me as a client. But, selfishly, I decided I needed her more. If she lost me as a client, I’d find a way to subsidize her income.
The front porch light came on and as I stepped out of the car, the front door opened and Doc walked out. My damn dick that had been hiding out a few hours ago—suddenly came out of hibernation.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she said, a slight sway in her walk but looking hot as hell in her sweats and T-shirt.
God she was adorable. I opened her door and she slid into the Porsche. Ruthie watched us from the front window so I awkwardly nodded. She shot me deuces.
The car ride home was uncomfortably quiet with a couple of telling smiles and slight giggles from her. Just her small slaps to my arm were a turn on and I swear to God, I laughed out loud once simply because I had no clue what I was doing…outside of squirming a bit in my seat.
Back at my place…our place…she quietly got out and walked toward the door leading into the house. I closed the garage door behind us. The smell of her hair wafted behind her and my dick was like a dowsing rod pointing to water. Typically I didn’t get too hard until my pants were down and I was eyeballing the prize but there was something about Doc…maybe it was that in my mind she was off-limits. And I was off limits to her.
Walking through the door she stumbled and I caught her arm.
“You ok, Doc?”
“Yep. That damn floor tilted a bit.”
I grinned at her excuse and she did too.
“How was the ice cream?” she asked eagerly watching my response.
The freezer door was close so I opened it and retrieved my treat from earlier in the day showing her.
“You didn’t eat it?” she asked seeming hurt.
“I waited.”
“For me?”
I didn’t answer. I stared at her afraid too much would come out in my words. God she was everything I wasn’t. Honest. Kind. Genuine.
“Where’re the spoons?” she asked anxiously.
I pointed to a drawer behind her and she got one. I didn’t want to taste the ice cream, I wanted to taste her. A second kiss.
“Sit up here,” she said pointing to the counter.
Seriously? There was no way I was sitting up on the counter so I lifted her skinny ass up there instead. She popped my forehead with the silver spoon.
“Mr. Scott, you just took away my control,” she accused.
I stole the spoon from her hand and popped her in return on the forehead. “You don’t have control silly girl. And you won’t have control. It’s all mine.”
I watched as her chest rose taking in a startled breath and her eyes rounded like a scared animal’s. I didn’t want her scared at all. Her throat jetted out when she swallowed.
“Close your eyes and do as I say,” she directed, clearly not understanding what I just said then she took the frozen cup from my hand.
I wedged just a bit between her legs then forced my lids shut.
“Open your mouth,” she said, her voice caressing my ears. With my eyes closed, I allowed my mouth to open and felt the cold spoon rest on my tongue so I closed my mouth over the milky, sweet treat.
“Don’t chew. Just let it melt. And imagine twinkling lights and a pine-smelling tree and tons of presents underneath the branches.” Her voice lowered with such excitement. “Now imagine sucking on a candy cane.”
I’d never tasted anything like it and her level of enthusiasm was infectious. But…a candy cane is not what I imagined sucking on. She was right about the thoughts and tastes of Christmas however. A broad smile swept over my face. Such a simple gesture she made but more than anyone had done for me in so long. Maybe ever.
“You can open,” she said waiting on the edge of her seat for my verdict.
“You were right. Delicious,” I confirmed.
“See!” Her eyes lit about as brightly as a Christmas tree.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered as she giggled and did so.
I did things a bit differently not willing to wait another minute. I put another bite of the ice cream in my mouth and crunched down on the candy bits then I cautiously brushed my lips over hers trying to gauge her response and softly began kissing her lips.
Her eyes shot open and when our eyes met, I closed mine and continued my gentle assault on her mouth. When the softest whimper echoed up her throat and she turned her head to accommodate our mouths, I thought I was going to shoot a damn load.
Too soon, she stopped the kiss and leaned away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Then she crunched something between her teeth. “Peppermint bit,” she said with a smile. That’s when I picked up the cup and offered her a bite. She willingly took it and I watched as her mouth closed around the spoon and slowly slid out.
“You want a beer?” I asked trying to redirect myself and she shook her head no. “Wine?”
She nodded. I only had one bottle of wine in the house and it was $150 bottle I’d picked up in Napa…but it didn’t take me long to pop that cork and pour her a glass. Then I moved back to her with the wine and the beer in each hand.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
“Mr. Scott. I assure you, I am neither easy nor dumb. I am not a sure thing either. It takes a lot more to get a girl like me into bed besides a little peppermint ice cream and a good kiss,” she teased—the alcohol clearly playing a role in her loose mouth.
“Who said I was getting you into bed? Wrap you legs around me,” I demanded again. “You like my kiss?” I questioned as her words sunk in.
She bit down on her lip and shrugged. “Meh…”
A growl festered inside me. “Wrap your legs around me,” I ordered again.
“Mr. Scott…”
“Doc. Wrap your damn legs around me!”
Finally, she did and her arms too and I didn’t even hold on to her as we walked to the living room to our recliner. She was like a monkey clinging to me and I loved it.
“Mr. Scott! I’m sliding,” she laughed as her body slowly started slipping down the side of my body.
I set her glass of wine on the end table not spilling a drop and with the other hand lifted her by her waist though her ass would have been easier. I wanted to fuck her like this but just because she didn’t resist the kiss didn’t mean she wouldn’t resist more of me.
She made no move to get down. Typically, her eyes flickered to mine then just as quickly flickered away. But her soft gray, alcohol-influenced gaze held mine. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she unhooked her ankles from behind my back. Holding her weight, I rested her feet on the floor.
I took a drink of my beer wondering if this is where it would stop for tonight.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“For?”
“Hanging on you.”
The thought occurred to me to take off my shirt possibly further enticing her but I wanted her to be the one to undress.
“Doc…” I whispered.
Her seductive gaze worked its way back up to mine. Any other girl, I’d have bent over the back of the sofa and nailed her by now. Any other girl would have attacked me… I was trying to pace myself.
“What?”
she asked.
“If something happened tonight, would you still stay here?”
Her brows shot up on her forehead. “Well, a fire would prevent me from staying.”
I nodded. “OK. Outside of any natural disaster.” I didn’t smile. There was nothing funny for me. Somewhere between hearing the things my sister said, going to the strip bar, waiting for Doc to come and her never showing, my mind had become more resolute. Kat was right about the other girls. The night I was drunk and about to let Nikki suck my dick, I was more pissed at Doc than anything and as if she had wings on her back, she fell right in front of me. Not one beautiful girl at the strip club did I even want to touch…
I’d been propositioned every night since my first therapy session and outside of the redhead the first night…there had been no one. I knew which ginger I wanted. I just wasn’t so sure what I wanted from Doc—except to find out if she was a true redhead.
“Answer me,” I said.
“Mr. Scott,” she started and this time the nickname irritated me. “I’m a big girl. I know exactly what this is. I can handle it if you can.”
My eyes pulled together in confusion. I’m not sure what that meant but I recognized it as a green light…
“Megan…”
Her eyes suddenly widened with that one word…her name. I rarely used it.
“Yes?” she said softly.
This was fucking foreign to me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d never talked or asked questions before. I wanted her to want me too. I don’t even know why I said her name.
“Take off my shirt,” I ordered realizing that she wasn’t sexually aggressive but that I liked that.
Her tiny little hands crinkled up the material of my T-shirt and lifted it. I removed it the rest of the way pulling it off my neck. Her grays skidded up then back down my body, which brought a smile to my face. I knew my body was pleasing to the female eye but I wanted her to like it. Then she zeroed in on my tattoo and sadness settled in her eyes.
“Megan…” I said it again still not sure why.
“May I touch you?” she asked with the widest fucking eyes I’d ever seen.
“Yes,” I hissed with a hint of a smile. No girl had ever asked before.
She traced over the broken heart tattoo with her index finger. The temperature of her hands was beyond freezing and I only slightly flinched as they skated from my chest…deliberately…meticulously…and painstakingly slow down to my abdomen. I’d never been touched the way she touched me. Her soft fingertips worked their way over every peak and valley of each muscle. And you know what…I let her…because I had full intention of doing the same to her.
I wanted to take her now. Erase every memory of any other man who had touched her. Some people wanted to know who others had been with. I wasn’t one of those people. What good did it do really? You can’t erase the past and the past has nothing to do with the future. So whether it was a couple of guys or fifty, she was standing before me now. Beautifully. Completely unnecessary questions in her eyes.
Without warning, she leaned forward, her lips making contact with my chest and it truly robbed the air from my lungs. It was as if braille was written across my trunk and her fingertips skimmed over the words; then she tasted where her fingers had been to confirm the message.
From her knees she stared up at me with eyelids at half-mast.
“Take off my shirt,” she whispered and I didn’t hesitate.
When I grabbed the material at the hem of her T-shirt, she lifted her arms in the air waiting for me to take it off. I did. The neutral-colored bra she wore was simple but cupped her beautifully. I lifted her to her feet and intended to taste the pale layer of skin beneath her shirt.
After taking a fistful of her hair, I gently tugged, angling her neck backward. First, I pressed my lips to hers, and my tongue ventured deeper into her mouth. I wanted to leave no part of her unknown to me—or unclaimed by me.
Leaving her breathless, I trailed my kisses along her delicate jaw, down her edible throat, and past the bony triangle at the base of her neck. I knelt but was close to breast level…perfect. For a few moments, I rested my hand on her sternum feeling her heart pound beneath my palm. She was real…really here. Her hooded gaze intently held mine.
“Mr. Scott,” she said through a rush of air. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” The corners of her mouth twitched upward.
With my middle finger, I skimmed downward, between her breasts…my finger running the length of her torso, stopping shy of a tiny diamond belly button ring—which I might add was sexy as hell.
“Come on, Doc. You know I’m no good at that,” I whispered back and not wanting to talk at all. I swear to God, had it been anyone else, I’d have told them to shut the fuck up. I’m not kidding.
She outlined my brows then cupped my chin. I gently pulled my face free of her hands and began treating her abdomen to a series of pecks intermingled with touches of my tongue. Her skin was like satin, unflawed and perfect. When my tongue touched a spot on her far right side, just above her hipbone, she giggled and her entire stomach rippled in a tremor.
I glanced up at her and with my thumb, I dug into the skin with a little more force.
“Don’t!” she squealed laughing, trying to pull away from me. A low chuckle worked its way through me.
I rose up and kissed the small swells of her breast, not showing favoritism to either one. But the arch of her back, pressing her body into my touch had me nearly crazy. I tugged her bra to the side and caressed her breast with my lips. The warmth of my mouth fully covered her peak, my fingers massaging her skin. My tongue circled her nipple and she released a moan as her hands fisted in my hair. I sucked only a little and her body trembled to the point that my other hand wrapped around her to keep her upright.
There was no question in my mind that I would do this all damn night if this were how much she enjoyed it. With my other hand, I reached around and unfastened the hook of her bra, freeing her breasts to their future captor…me.
Her breasts were perfect. No scars, soft, responsive and without a doubt brought her pleasure. I’d never spent much time on a woman’s breast before. Never had any desire too. In fact, they typically pinched their own nipples. But Doc, holy shit, I wanted to make her happy. I wanted her to see me as worthy.
“Kieran…” she cried out and my eyes shot open. Had I hurt her?
When our eyes met, I’d never seen hers so full of desire. And it only took ten seconds for me to lift her again, her legs to wrap around me and I walked straight to my bedroom. During those ten seconds, she rested her head on my shoulder and I wasn’t sure I’d ever let go.
I knelt with one knee on the bed, releasing her, resting her gently on her back then hovered above her. I wanted her sweats off. I wanted her panties off. I wanted inside her. I wanted to kiss her. My mind was reeling with thoughts of how to make it all happen at once.
“I didn’t shave my legs,” she blurted out with worry etched over her face.
I threw my hands out to the side and said, “I’m out then,” and started to get up.
She grabbed hold of the waistband of my jeans and I half-heartedly grinned at her. I didn’t care if she had armpit hair at this point. I knelt back over her.
Slowly, I began inching the elastic of her sweats over her hips, which was not difficult. She arched her back lifting her pelvis off the bed and making me smile. Her eyes closed when I lowered my mouth to her stomach and kissed along the outline of her panties. Her body began to tremble again. Was she cold?
After moving to her side and brushing a kiss across her lips, my hand skated down her thigh then back up, breaking the barrier of her white, silk panties on one side. I’d never been so patient and willing to take it slow but in that moment when I tested the boundaries and slid my finger inside of her, I was done. I’d never in my life felt a woman so wet as what Doc was. I was taking her…now.
Chapter 22—Megan
Feeling his long, full finger slide so ea
sily inside of me was enough to steal my breath and make me realize that I wanted more. Jared’s were the only other fingers ever to touch me so intimately and I never wanted more. But Kieran was more man than anyone I had ever met. Kieran was strong and beautiful and serious. I felt like his eyes could see into my soul.
Without warning, he stood and kicked off his fuck-me-boots, and began unfastening his brown leather belt. His chest was freaking flawless with the perfect amount of hair…not even hair as much as pure sexiness. It mirrored his face—the just right amount of stubble. I was no longer residing in boy land. Somehow, I’d ventured into man territory and I was never going back. I wanted to run my fingers through it again. I wondered if the woman from today did as well.
“Kieran?”
“Yeah?” His chocolate eyes were nearly black as coal and smoldering hot with desire.
“I only have one question,” I said barely above a whisper.
He unfastened the first button on his jeans and that stole my attention.
“OK,” he said with one nod then unfastened the next one.
I swallowed, nervous to ask. “The girl that you…you know…were with…you were with…earlier today…is she your girlfriend? I know that sounds dumb to ask that now…but…I don’t want to hurt someone else.”
That sounded weird given that I’d let it go this far…but cheating wasn’t okay with me. I didn’t want to be that girl. As sick as it sounded…I was giving Kieran Scott my virginity. Though he would never know that. There was no way I ever wanted to regret this. He was a tender man…the most tender I’d ever been with. And even though I would be nothing but a fuck to him, I wanted to remember Kieran forever.
His brows pulled together. “No,” he said shaking his head. “That was my sister.” Then he buttoned the one he had just unfastened.
Relief settled throughout my body but when I saw him close the top button of his jeans I panicked.
“Don’t!” I said moving to the edge of the bed while he watched me.
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