Ending with Forever

by LLP, Lan

  “Ready, babe?” he asks, offering me a hand to step out of the boat with my backpack. I accept it and walk up the steps into the house with him.

  The smell of raw ocean air is welcoming to me and reminiscent of many endearing memories. It was the first scent I breathed when I came to St. Croix to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. It was also present when my handsome CEO found me on the beach both times. As I inhale it tonight, another wonderful memory will be added to my collection. Everything appears as I remember it as my eyes peer around the house. Carson must employ a fulltime housekeeper here as well. All is tidy and clean.

  “Why don’t you freshen up while I make us a snack,” Carson suggests. “A hot shower should do the trick.” I nod and then head in the direction of our room with my backpack. Carson is in for a honeymoon surprise he won’t forget when he comes in to fetch me.

  “Will you come let me know when it’s ready,” I holler slyly, laying out the first part of my plan.

  “Sure,” he replies.

  As soon as I’m out of Carson’s view, I rush into the bedroom, strip off my clothes, and jump into the shower. It won’t take him long to make a little snack for us. I have maybe ten minutes max. I towel-dry myself and then dig into my backpack for the items I asked Nikki to pack for me. During Carson’s whiny conversation with her about us having to abstain until our wedding night, I snatched the phone from him to offer her an explanation. Instead of agreeing with me, Nikki insisted I fulfill his fantasy that very night. She told me he thought he was hallucinating from his trauma when he first saw me enter his hospital room in St. Croix. He had never seen anyone so stunning and smart with the balls to confront him. It was a turn-on for him—one he couldn’t resist. Secretly, he wanted to touch and kiss me, to understand why he was instantly captivated by me. Since Carson has made all my dreams come true, the least I can do is make his wet dream a reality. I’m going to reenact that day at the hospital for him with a sexy twist. Naughty Dr. Ly-Bradley will be his attending physician. She’ll make his heart palpitate at a dangerous rate while taking care of all his needs.

  Carson Bradley

  Lil will need an extra boost of energy for tonight. I cut up fresh fruits and then add two dollops of honey-vanilla yogurt and top it off with toasted almond slivers. This is currently her favorite snack. Being pregnant with twins, her cravings fluctuate so much that it’s difficult to spoil her sometimes. The only consistent thing she wants is salty potato chips, which make her swell up like a water balloon.

  Ten minutes pass and there are still no signs of Lil anywhere in the kitchen. Did she fall asleep on me again? Placing her snack and a sparkling ice water on a tray, I carry them to the bedroom. Flabbergasted, I find her leaning against one of the bed posts dressed in a shortened physician’s white jacket with lacy thigh-highs peeking through. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail while her beautiful brown eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark glasses to give her a studious appearance. As the distance between us lessens, I notice a handwritten name tag on her chest: Dr. Be-Naughty-To-Me. She’s biting down on her lower lip to keep from smiling, but it’s not working. I can see her rosy cheeks creeping up to meet her grinning eyes as she stares raptly at me. Unlike the first time we met, this woman is much more seasoned. I can expect a flavorful night ahead of me.

  “Good evening, Dr…. Be-Naughty-To-Me,” I address while forcing back my amusement. Her demure smile is irresistible to me. Actually, every damn thing about her is irresistible to me.

  She removes my tray and sets it on the bench nearby. “Mr. Bradley, it’s been brought to my attention that you haven’t had a proper follow-up with me. I need to do a thorough examination to make sure you’re fully recovered.”

  “I’ve had a lot of tension in parts of my body I’m embarrassed to admit,” I reply, arching one brow to enhance my flirting.

  “I’m a doctor. I want you to be honest with me. That’s the only way I can relieve all your tension,” she stresses with a straight face while removing her glasses and releasing her ponytail to let her gorgeous brown hair cascade past her shoulders.

  “The tension is mostly here,” I tell her, dropping my eyes down to my bulge and then clear my throat.

  “I see. It’s apparent to me you’ll need immediate attention to that area.” I nod willingly. “I’ll have to undress you,” she warns, draping her wavy mane over to one side to offer me a clearer view of the tops of her breasts. Without hesitation, I surrender my body to her with my arms high in the air, making her giggle at last.

  Starting at the top, she unbuttons my dress shirt, kissing my neck and chest and then unzips my pants, tugging them and my briefs down to my ankles. On the floor, everything lands, including Lil on her submissive knees. She grips my erection with her left hand and offers me a doting gaze before engulfing my throbbing cock inside her hot mouth. I’m lost in her seduction. Pure satisfaction is what I’m feeling as she sucks and kisses the tip of my shaft. “Uh…fuck!” I moan pleasurably, gripping her head with my hands, controlling her every move. My tension is quickly resolved, but I don’t let myself go all the way. I want to make it last. This is just an appetizer for me. I’ll need more to satisfy my hunger. I grasp her wrists and lift her up to face me. Her heart is racing fiercely, making her engorged breasts rise and fall against my chest. Soon, I’ll have those plump things in my mouth after I strip her down. “Thank you, doctor. I’m going to take over from here,” I murmur into her neck, wrapping her conceding body in my arms.

  “But I’m supposed to be seducing you,” she mutters breathlessly as I lay her on the bed with her limbs sprawled out.

  “Not tonight, baby,” I clarify, appreciating the vision of her eager body waiting for me to claim her as mine. I undo the three buttons on her jacket to expose her pert breasts, tiny pregnant belly, and a white lacy thong attached to thigh-highs with a garter belt. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are to me, Mrs. Bradley?” I grunt through my clenched jaw and then dive into the hollow of her swollen breasts, which are warm to the touch. Traveling over to her tender pink nipple, I lap my tongue around her areola several times before doming my mouth over her firm peak, sucking it forcefully.

  “Ahh…ahh…,” she groans, panting and squirming her body underneath me. Her thighs close around my waist while her ankles cross behind my back. I continue drawing her soft flesh into my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue. Her body arches in response and then she grinds her pelvis into my erection, chafing my sensitive skin with the soft lace of her panties. That’s it. I can no longer resist the temptation before me. Slipping off her lacy thong, I part her wet labia with my fingers before guiding my pulsing erection inside her. Her hot, fleshy channel accommodates my piercing thick rod, clenching tightly around it. As I stand at the edge of the bed with her legs locked against my chest, I thrust vigorously in and out of her. She cries loudly in pleasure, throwing her head from side to side. The excitement accumulating inside me is ready to explode. My eyes are sealed for a brief second to control the aching sensation crowning at the base of my cock. “Carson, I’m almost there, baby. Make me come now,” she begs. Opening my dilated eyes, I fasten my undivided attention on Lil, the woman I just vowed my entire life to. This is a special moment for us. I’m making love to my wife for the first time. It has to be sweet and tender. I slide her body up to the center of the bed and mount myself over her. Lacing my fingers through hers, I plunge gently inside her, driving slowly and affectionately. She purrs in bliss as I kiss and nip on her silky skin. Nothing makes me crazier than her needful pants. Nothing!

  “I love you, angel,” I murmur as I carry us over the edge of a powerful climax, exploding my cum inside her. Our bodies shudder intensely from the feverish aftermath.

  “I love you, hazel eyes,” she gasps, squeezing her arms around my neck and her thighs around my waist, locking our perspiring bodies together. “Is this what forever is like with you?” she asks, smiling and nuzzling her face into my neck.

  Commanding her attention
, I answer, “Yes,” and gaze deeply into her glistening eyes that are reflecting the bright moon shining through the windows. “Is this how you pictured it to be?”

  “No. It’s much more incredible than I could ever imagine.”

  “Good. Now rest, baby. That was just a warm-up. The night’s still young and I have so much more planned for us.”

  Epilogue

  Carson Bradley

  “Lil, the babies are moving again. I felt their fluttering under my palm. It was an elbow or a knee I think,” I whisper, hugging her backside even closer to me. I love having this connection with our babies.

  “I know. They’ve been so active all night that I haven’t been able to sleep,” she grumbles. “I believe your sons are playing soccer in here.” She strokes her round belly.

  “How do you know they’re boys?” I ask, nuzzling into her neck.

  “Because they’re rambunctious,” she giggles.

  “Maybe we should find out the sex of the babies,” I suggest. “I’m no good at this surprise thing. I hate being unprepared.”

  “Of course you do, Mr. CEO. We’ve waited eight months already. What’s another four weeks?” she reasons.

  “Because I can’t wait another four weeks,” I admit shamefully. “Jean thinks they’re boys too, but it’s just a hunch. Unfortunately, he has no voodoo tricks for predicting baby sexes,” I disclose.

  “You’re terrible, Carson. Your desperation led you to seek answers from Jean?” I nod guiltily. “Are you sure you really want to know?” she asks and I nod eagerly this time. “Okay. I’ll call Dr. Laurent in a few hours for an ultrasound appointment,” she concedes.

  “Thanks, babe,” I tell her and then lower my head to her protruding belly. “Take it easy on Mommy, you two. She needs her sleep,” I scold and fall on my side to hug my very pregnant and uncomfortable wife.

  Lillian Ly-Bradley

  Appearing very anxious, Carson has a firm grip on my hand as Dr. Laurent spreads the warm ultrasound gel on my enormous belly. I don’t know how I’ll ever return to my former body after this. “Are you positive you want to know, Carson?” I confirm before Dr. Laurent reveals the answer. He hesitates briefly and then nods eagerly with a tight-lipped grin.

  “Babies are healthy and very active,” Dr. Laurent notes. No freaking kidding. I can vouch for that as I feel another kick into my ribcage. “You can see the spinal cord on this one and hands on the face on the other. Look here, one of the babies is sucking on his or her thumb,” he points at the screen.

  “Oh gosh, that’s so adorable,” I cry, squeezing Carson’s hand really tight. From the overjoyed expression on his face, it’s love at first sight for him as well as for me. They’re going to be the center of our world. I can already see it in Carson’s adoring eyes.

  “I’m going to switch to 4D ultrasound, so you two can get a clearer picture of them.” In awe, Carson and I stare at our moving babies on the screen and then at each other with watering eyes. I know I’ve been carrying them for eight months, but being able to see their faces makes it more real for some reason. Carson is still speechless. Without a doubt in my heart, he’s going to be an amazing father just like he’s an amazing husband.

  “Our babies have your cute pointy nose and your full lips,” I suggest, tilting my head into his view to grab his distracted attention.

  “I disagree. I think they’re gorgeous just like you, angel,” he counters with a tender kiss on the back of my hand. “Dr. Laurent, will you tell us if they’re boys are girls? Please.”

  “They’re girls, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley. Congratulations,” he tells us promptly like the answer’s been waiting to bounce off his tongue.

  “Babe, did you hear that? We’re going to have girls!” Carson rejoices, wrapping his arms around me. He claims he doesn’t care if they’re boys or girls. He just wants them to be healthy. But I know better. He secretly wants boys. He’s mentioned several times that if he’d have boys, he’d love to teach them how to fish like his father taught him and play ball. He never told me what he’d do with his girls.

  “I did. Dr. Laurent, are you positive?” I ask, thrilled as can be because I’m going to have two little girls. Furtively, I’ve been hoping for them.

  “Yes. I’ve known since your last round of blood tests,” he confirms with a wink and then exits the room to give us some privacy. What a sneaky man.

  “Carson, the nursery can now be completed in pink instead of a neutral tone.” It’ll have to be his new favorite color because he’ll be seeing a lot of it soon. “Grandma Bradley, Manns, and Ly will all be ecstatic to get this news,” I tell him. “They’ve been hoping for girls because girls are more fun to shop for, according to Kat.”

  “I’m sure they will be. And about the nursery, I’ll do whatever you want, angel,” Carson replies, stroking the back of his hand dotingly along my face.

  “Now that Francine’s feeling better, she wants to help Kat paint our fairytale on one of the walls.” The Oss-Meta drug was successful for all five candidates. Both Gabby and Francine are pain-free, but not cancer-free yet. I have a lot of hope in Carson to make that eventually happen for them.

  “Excellent. That’ll give them a chance to spend more time together.”

  “More than they already have?” I retort. “They’re practically inseparable since you introduced them.”

  “It doesn’t surprise me. Their hearts are a lot alike—generous and unselfish, and they’re both very chatty, so I can’t imagine they’ll ever run out of things to talk about.

  “Are you sure you can handle us all?”

  “Hell, yes!” he exclaims. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have so many wonderful women in my life and soon, I’ll have two more to add to that list.”

  Four Years Later

  Dr. Lillian Ly-Bradley

  “Dr. Ly-Bradley, your husband is here to see you,” the receptionist announces over the speakerphone. Shit! It’s past 6:38 p.m. and I’m still finishing up with dictations.

  “Thank you. Send him in please,” I tell Charlotte and then race to the door to receive my husband.

  “Hi, angel,” he greets with a kiss and one white lily after entering my office. “Did you forget it’s date night?” he inquires with a penetrating gaze that has the same effect on me like a moth is to a flame.

  “Of course not,” I fib. It’s my night to come up with something clever and sexy, and I haven’t a clue because my mind’s been preoccupied with work. I’ve been covering for Stewart while he’s volunteering in Guatemala.

  “Well…what are we doing tonight, babe?” he demands, pulling me into his chest. “The girls are staying overnight at Uncle Wes and Aunt Bridgette’s place. They want to spoil them since they don’t get to see them often. We have the entire weekend to ourselves,” he tells me suggestively.

  “I’ve always wanted to pick up a stranger and have a heated one-nightstand with him,” I reply with the first thought that comes to mind.

  “Really?” he asks with a sexy cocked brow and a flirty grin. “Where and when, vixen?”

  “Meet me at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental in an hour dressed as a smart biochemist,” I instruct in a business manner while forcing back my amusement.

  “What will you be wearing?” he asks.

  “As little as possible,” I answer and then press my lips into his, nipping at his bottom one. My taunting begins now and will end with him in a hotel room satisfying me until I beg him to stop, which is probably unlikely because I can never get my fill of him.

  ~~~~

  Knowing my husband, he’s already punctually sitting at the bar expecting me. I’m going to purposely make him wait an extra five minutes. Anticipation is fuel for desire. The longer he waits the more eager he’ll be to get me into bed. I predict a very passionate evening for us. While I tease him a little longer, I pull out my phone to text Bridgette to see how my girls are doing.

  Just checking in :) How are you two holding up?

  Bridgette’s
reply:

  No worries. Clarisa and Larisa are angels. They have their uncle wrapped around their little fingers. Enjoy your night with Carson ;) x Bridgette

  My reply:

  Thanks. We’ll be at the Mandarin if you need us. Give my girls BIG kisses for me and their daddy. xox Lily

  Her reply:

  Will do. Daddy already beat you to the text. Now go seduce your husband, lady! ;) Night…

  “Lily, your five minutes are up,” Rollin reminds me as soon as I tuck my phone in my purse with a chuckle from Bridgette’s response.

  “Thanks, Rollin. Have a good evening with your grandkids,” I tell him before stepping out of the limo in three-inch heels and a seductive red cheongsam dress with lethally high slits on both sides. My hair is held together in a bun with a dragon hairpin with a dangling gold chain at the end of it.

  When I approach the entrance, two doormen greet me with raking and inquisitive eyes, probably wondering if I’m a lady or a whore. I’m sure they’ve seen all kinds of women come and go through these doors. Most likely, the fake dragon tattoo running down the entire length of my naked back classifies me as a tramp, along with my dark eyes and crimson lips. I had to drop by Andrew’s place for him to put it on me. Adorable Nolan, his adopted son from Guatemala, was very curious about our artwork while he stared at my unrecognizable face. He knows me as Aunt Lily, not temptress of the night with too much makeup.

  Ignoring the men’s pigeonholing of me, I sashay past them to go find my husband. The bar isn’t very busy for a Friday night. There’s just one bartender attending to six patrons sitting along a stainless steel countertop. Straight away, all eyes are fixed on me as soon as they hear my sharp heels clank deliberately loud on the marble floor. The only set I’m interested in is the hazel one concealed behind a pair of black frame glasses. Carson did exactly what I asked him to do. He’s here as a smart biochemist donned in khakis, a sweater vest over a plaid shirt with a white bow tie, and glasses. Damn it. I’m a sucker for hot-looking nerds.