“Kieran. I’m sorry. I got insecure and I’m sorry.”
“What do you want, Doc?”
Her eyes closed as my breath blew over her face.
“I want you to touch me?” she spoke softly.
I rested my hand on her waist. “What do you want?”
“I want you to text Todd and tell him not to have sex with Ruthie tonight. They can do anything else but…”
She opened her eyes.
“Ruthie is a big girl.”
“Please. Do this for me.”
I let out an exasperated breath. “Don’t move,” I instructed, went to my phone, texted Todd and returned. “Done, now what do you want, Megan?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes. You do,” I said dipping down and kissing her neck. Her head fell backward and I wove my fingers through her hair to hold her head so her neck didn’t ache.
“I want you, Kieran.”
Angrily, I took her hand and cupped my engorged cock. That’s what all girls wanted from me. That or my damn money. But I knew Megan was different.
“Is that what you want? My cock?”
Her eyes opened and they were half full of desire and half full of confusion.
“Right now? Yes. That’s what I want,” she panted. “Badly. But beyond this moment…I want more, Kieran. And I know that scares you and I don’t want to scare you. But I want dinners and motorcycle rides and walks on the beach too.”
My mouth covered hers, the warmth, the wine, the taste of her. I wanted everything she’d just said. I loved her for not listening to what Josh said. I loved her for trusting me with her safety and her heart.
Her tiny little hands lay flush with my chest and I slowed the kiss. Her little breaths puffing out of her mouth so innocently but yet so needy. I walked back until my legs hit the bed.
“Take off your shirt…my shirt,” I said with a wink.
There was no hesitation in her actions. She had on the underwear I had bought her to replace the ones I’d ripped. Her bra was already gone so her breasts were free and already pebbled up. My mouth watered just like those damn dogs that she referenced. Maybe I was trainable.
Once her shirt was discarded to the floor, she started on her panties.
“Stop! Simon didn’t say take your panties off,” I smiled. “I’ll take those off. Come here,” I demanded.
Once in front of me, I blew over her breasts and even this seemed to steal her breath. I loved the control I had over her sexually. There was an old saying: I have the pussy so I make the rules…and even though deep down I knew this to be true, especially with her, my cock held a little control as well.
I looped my thumbs in the elastic of her panties and started inching them down. God she was beautiful. With one arm, I pulled her closer, her breast maybe an inch from my mouth. I flicked my tongue upward, catching her nipple, and she gasped then dug her fingers into my hair. I resisted the slight tug forward and grinned up at her.
“Kieran,” she pled with a grin, though her eyes pled more.
That’s when I took her breast in my mouth like it was soft serve ice cream, and I tasted the top. After a few minutes, her knees started to give out.
“Straddle my lap,” I ordered.
“Take your underwear off first,” she shot back.
When I stood, her eyes skidded over my entire body and in that moment, I knew what I had worked so hard for. Her eyes. The hours in the gym. The running. It was all for her. Once she’d freed my pecker, my briefs fell to the floor.
I resumed my position and lifted her so that her legs overlapped mine. When I looked at her face, hesitation settled over her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked.
“This is going to hurt. This position.”
“I won’t hurt you, Megan.”
“I’m not sure you can help it, Mr. Scott,” she smiled
I nipped at her lip, sucking it into my mouth then taking her mouth in a full kiss. Our tongues found one another and discovered their own rhythm.
“I won’t hurt you,” I repeated between kisses.
She bit down on her lower lip as my middle finger dipped into her, wetting my finger just enough to rub her sweet spot right above her opening.
Her fingers grasped my shoulders as I moved my finger in tiny little circles. She pushed against me slightly…and she was right, she was totally exposed and spread perfectly.
“Baby…” she whispered as her breathing escalated.
When I knew she was close, I slid the condom over me and gently lifted her hips. I wanted her to come around me. I literally hissed as she lowered herself over me. And it was excruciatingly slow for her to take my length. I held her ass so that I wouldn’t hurt her by allowing her to go all the way down. With my free hand, I went back to pleasing her. And it took no time at all for her to explode around me…and to feel her muscles tighten sat me right on the edge.
“Kieran, please move your hand. I want all of you. Please.”
“Sweetheart, it could hurt. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please…” she cried out.
I wasn’t going to hurt her…so I flipped her over and laid her on her back and God damn it, the minute I did the look of pleasure on her face sent me over the edge as soon as I looked at her. As I released into her, her eyes held mine and she mouthed what looked like I love you. I was uncertain.
“What?” I asked wanting clarification. I wanted her love.
She brushed her thumb over my lips and I pecked it.
“I said I love you. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know. I love you, Kieran. From the moment you walked in my office, there was something about you.”
I swallowed hard but even that seemed to get stuck in my throat as well as the words I wanted to shout. She loved me… I loved her too…but all I had to offer was a blank stare. She loved me. My stare roamed over her face in complete awe of what I had in front of me. She was mine…she loved me. And I knew better than anyone what it was like to lose someone who loved me and who I loved in return. She didn’t want money. She didn’t only want sex. She wanted me! She believed in me. She loved me…
Chapter 42—Megan
“Megan Clark?” the nurse called, and I stood to follow her back but rolled my eyes at Kieran, who followed as well.
I assured him I was a big girl and had on my big girl panties; I could handle this all on my own. But, he, of course, insisted that he come. I think he was more concerned if my male doc was going to get a home plate view of my hoo hoo. Little did he know, his ass would be leaving the room if that were the case.
“How are you, Megan?” the nurse asked, and Kieran took a seat in the corner while I sat on the table with the crunchy paper.
“I’m fine.”
“You wrote that you are wanting to get on the birth control pill. Is that right?”
“Yes. And my friend is going to do a blood test.”
The nurse eyed Kieran and a faint blush flushed over her face. I wanted to say, “Yeah, I know he’s hot. You’d be doing this too.” But…I didn’t.
“Do you have insurance?” she asked Kieran, this time not looking at him. I understood that too. I was at a loss for words around him myself. Not quite as big of a loss for words as when I dropped the big LOVE bomb but…
“I do have insurance but I’ll pay cash.”
She nodded. “OK.” Then she left the room.
“Doctors are never fast, I think we have time for a quickie on that table,” he said.
“A quickie?”
He stood and walked toward me with an ornery look in his eye.
“Back your ass up. We are not doing a quickie. Nothing about you is quick. Well, except that first night,” I teased.
“Hey, I lasted an entire seven minutes, I think.” We both laughed. “You just wait until I don’t have to wear a condom,” he threatened, yanking my ass toward him and ripping the paper.
“Ummmm! You’re going to be in t
rouble,” I joked. “And if you go quicker than seven minutes, I’m out!” I shoved him playfully in the chest and he covered his chest like his ego was wounded.
“Just for that remark, you’re gonna get fucked all night long.” His eyes were twinkling but serious, and his mouth smirked.
“Thank you very much. Now, when the doctor examines me, I’m going to be wet. Of course, his fingers will slide in easier.”
From the corner chair he growled and his chest heaved out. I smiled and the door opened.
My doctor came in. He was about 50 and he’d been my doctor for years. I recognized an unsettling in Kieran. It made me giggle.
“Hey, Megan. Sorry about the wait.”
I introduced him to Kieran.
“So you want to get on the pill?”
“Yes.”
“When was your last Pap?” he asked.
Kieran popped his neck.
“I think about six months ago,” I said, as my doctor flipped through my chart.
“You’re right. Everything came back clear so I think you’re fine. I’ll start you off today if you’re ready to get started.”
Kieran smiled wide from behind the doctor’s back.
“When was your last period?” he asked.
Kieran cocked an eyebrow. It was evidence of how crazy fast things had gone. We’d been together for not quite two months…including therapy where we weren’t really together. I remember my last period being prior to Andrew being shot.
“Megan? Could you be pregnant now?”
“No!” I said instantly. “I mean we’ve had sex but we’ve used condoms.”
The doctor patted my leg as I felt myself begin to hyperventilate. My fingers were tingling as I worked my hands in and out of fists. My head felt woozy. My eyes jetted from Kieran to the doctor and back to Kieran.
“Let’s just do a quick pregnancy test. Can you pee?” he asked.
Kieran made his way over to me and wrapped his arm around me. Shit! I’m sure he was freaking out! Kieran was not the “oops, we’re having a baby type.”
“I…I can pee.”
The thought of bringing a tiny, innocent being into this world with my family history haunted me. I’d resigned myself long ago to never having children. What had we done?
“I’ll have the nurse get you a cup.”
I nodded weakly, feeling stuck in a trance.
“Kieran. I think I want to be alone. Can you wait outside for me?” I asked pulling away from his touch.
He stepped around to the front of where I sat and took possession of my shoulders. “No. I won’t leave. Please don’t ask me to again. And if by chance something becomes of this, I won’t leave then, either. And you would make one hell of a mother,” he said sternly.
“Megan?” the nurse said interrupting us. “Come on out here.”
I looked back at Kieran when I left and he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking sexier than anyone had a right to. I, on the other hand, was completely falling apart.
The little clear cup shook violently in my hand as I slid it between my legs. I leaned back to make sure I hit the cup and I did but spilled some on the side. What the hell? Aren’t condoms like 95% effective?? He always wore one. I put the cup in the little window, washed my hands and dreaded going back to that room. In the hallway, the nurse smiled at me…a freaking happy smile…who the hell was happy? I could barely feed myself half the time…how would I feed a baby??
“It’ll take about two to three minutes,” she said, as I opened the door where Kieran waited.
“Well?” he asked, I’m sure a sprint away from the door.
“It’ll take just a few minutes,” I whispered.
“Doc, listen.”
“Kieran…don’t. Just don’t right now, please.”
After about ten minutes of tormenting silence, the doctor came in.
“Well, you’re not pregnant,” he said, smiling.
I released a pent-up breath and Kieran gave me a reassuring nod.
“I would hold off starting the pills until you have your period since it should be any day. Once you start them, seven days is what you need to be on them for protection.”
I nodded, so full of relief and taking the little prescription paper. “Thank you.”
“Kieran, they will take your blood across the hall and we will have those results tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you.” Kieran stood, shaking his hand.
“Just one more matter, if you two are planning on having unprotected sex, the pill protects you from pregnancy but not disease.”
Kieran gave him a slight head tilt. “That’s why I’m being tested, so she knows I’m clean.”
“I appreciate that Mr. Scott, but Megan is my patient and my job is to protect her,” he said, respectfully, but Kieran’s jaw clenched tight and he continued working it back and forth. How did he know his last name? “Unless you two are completely monogamous, I would discourage Megan from having unprotected sex.”
Suddenly, I felt the need to protect my Kieran from further hurt. “Dr. Howerter. We are exclusive. Monogamous. Whatever word you choose to use. Thank you, though.”
Kieran’s hand slid up my back and tenderly rubbed my shoulders and neck.
“Kieran? Is that accurate?”
I so hoped he didn’t take a swing at my doctor.
“Yes, Doc. That’s accurate. Irrevocably so.”
My heart seemed to enlarge in my chest and if it were a balloon, it would have burst.
After Kieran’s blood test, we left together.
Kieran dropped me at the house after the appointment because he had things he needed to get done, and I was grabbing a few things at the grocery store. I hated going to the store now that I was using Kieran’s credit card. He’d get angry if I was chintzy. He wanted me fatter for some reason. So I typically bought all the things he liked: steak, potatoes, pork butt for him to smoke, ribs, etc. I did grab tampons given that I knew I’d start any time. It was odd to me not keeping a running tally of the items I put in; it felt even better as I wheeled up to the checkout knowing I wouldn’t have to worry if I had enough money to cover my groceries.
While I stood waiting for my turn, I scanned the fronts of the different crap magazines. Four celebrities were divorcing. Two were now gay. One had gained significant weight. Then I saw him…Kieran! My Kieran. Plastered on the front of FASHION magazine. It was a legitimate magazine and I snatched it up. WEST COAST MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR. My heart pounded in my throat. Who was this guy? Hotter than shit, that’s who. He was dashing in a gray suit with a blue silk tie. He wasn’t looking directly at the camera…it was more like head tilted down but beautiful brown eyes looking up with the brow raise I’d become familiar with.
Trembling, I thumbed through the slick pages until I found the article. A guy behind me loudly cleared his throat and I glanced back at him. He motioned toward the conveyer belt. I’d put no groceries on there yet. So as I held the page open, I threw some up there.
I read things like: Scott Software LLC. 240 million dollars. Owner. Small castle on the Columbia. Heir.
The checkout lady seemed perturbed. “Are you going to pay for that?”
“Yes, please.”
She yanked it from my hand and scanned it, then I quickly paid. What a bitch.
After making my way in a fog to my car, I Googled Scott Software on my phone. Right here in Portland. I couldn’t get a grip on what my mind was reeling in. I don’t know what it was…a vibe, a feeling, a sign…but growing increasingly more aggravated, I drove directly there.
The parking garage was private with a little booth and attendant allowing people to come and go.
“How are you today, ma’am?” an older gentleman asked. Not older…old. His embroidered shirt read Calvin.
“Fine. Thank you. I need to park and run in to Scott Software please.”
“Sure. Can you tell me who your appointment is with?”
Shit! “Um. Kieran Scott?”
“No. What do you mean ‘of course you are?’”
The old man smiled an all-knowing smile. “Just a moment, please.” He darted back into his booth and was calling someone. Kieran?
All I could make out of his words was Honda Accord. The arm went up in front of my car and the gentleman pointed to a spot but there was a sign above the spot that read: reserved. So I clarified by pointing again. He nodded, so I parked. He met me next to my car.
“I’m sorry about that. Sometimes people show up who don’t have appointments. Enter in the front door. Winnie will be waiting for you.”
“OK,” I said squinting. “Thank you very much.”
Calvin was right. The moment I came through the doors, a lovely lady approached me, introduced herself and escorted me immediately to the elevators.
“So. You are here for Kieran?” she asked, with sparkling eyes.
“Yes. I’m here to speak with him.”
The elevator dinged and she couldn’t contain her grin.
“Bert will be waiting for you. She will take you directly to him.” She got in long enough to press the button for me then got back out.
“Thank you, Winnie,” I quickly said.
As the elevator door closed, she winked at me. I was more confused now than before with this preferential treatment.
I took several deep breaths on the ride up and when the bell dinged, I felt sick. The doors opened and a gray-haired woman with a bit of a hunched back smiled the most genuine smile at me.
“Bert?” I asked.
“Yes, dear. I’m Bert. You’d like to see Kieran?” she asked.
I nodded. “Please.”
She turned and shuffled her frail body in the opposite direction—behind her where a big, dark, wooden door was closed. She lightly tapped twice.
“Come in.” We both heard and she opened the heavy door.
Nothing could have prepared me for the Kieran Scott that stood there. He wasn’t my Kieran. He was FASHION Kieran, except his suit was black and his tie was red and holy freaking hell, he looked like a different man. Sharp. Sophisticated. Worldly. Out of my league. Classy. Perfect.
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