by Alli Sims
A soft moan escaped me as his teeth grazed my lower lip. My eyes fluttered back for a fraction of a second. This was wrong.
I pulled away from him. This time he let me push myself off the couch and put as much distance between us as I could.
I padded to the bathroom, closed the door, locked it and let out a deep breath leaning against the door. Guilt overwhelmed me. For the kiss and because of the feelings the kiss had given me. The feelings I was supposed to have about my wedding.
“Nat?” He knocked softly on the door. “Are you okay?”
No.Chapter
No I was not okay. I’d just kissed my best friend. And it had reminded me why I’d had a crush on him to begin with. I swallowed dryly.
“Nat?” He knocked on the door again.
“I’m not even excited.” I blurted out before realizing it.
“What.”
I let out a deep breath resting my head against the door. “I’m not even excited for the wedding.”
“You’re just nervous.”
“I…” No. that’s not what it was, was it?
Chris was an amazing guy, everyone kept telling me that and I knew they were right, but… but when I thought of someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with… I knew Chris was a good choice. I just wasn’t sure he was my choice.
“Jake…” I swallowed dryly. “When I kissed you.”
“Don’t worry, I get it. It was the whisky talking.”
“I don’t think it was.”
Clearly he didn’t see where I’d been about to go with this. I swallowed dryly and pushed myself to my feet. My fingers curled around the handle as I unlocked the door and opened it to face him.
He stared at me, his mouth hanging open.
“I… I don’t think it was just the whisky talking when I kissed you. I… I think… I don’t think I can marry Chris.”
“Why?”
“Because I think I’m meant to be with someone else.”
I was getting used to saying things before even realizing I was thinking them.
My cheeks burned as he stared at me. “Natalie… What do you mean? Who do you mean?”
“You, Jake.”
He stared at me processing my words. “Are… are you sure? You’ve probably just got cold feet or something.”
“No, I don’t have cold feet. I know I don’t.”
How hadn’t I seen it before? It had been years and I was just realizing it.
I stepped towards him.
“So… what now?” He still sounded like he was trying to process everything.
“Now… now we spend the night together, and tomorrow I’ll have to figure out how to break it to Chris that I… we shouldn’t be together….” It wouldn’t be fair to him if we got married, but that didn’t mean I was looking forward to having to tell him about it. He nodded weakly.
“I can come with you if you like.”
“No.” I shook my head. “This is something I have to do myself.”
I closed the distance between us, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around my hips, keeping me as close to him as he could get me. His lips touched my neck softly.
A moan passed through my lips. He pulled away from me. “Nat…”
“I want to.”
Those words didn’t shock me. They should have but they didn’t. I pulled away from him and reached for his hand as he stared at me. I gave him a soft grin, waiting to see if this was what he wanted too. He pulled me towards him, another soft kiss then he guided the way towards the bedroom.
I’d been in his bedroom loads of times before, but this time my heart was racing as I flicked on the light behind us and he pulled me over to the bed. I gasped as he pulled me down onto the bed, his fingers fumbling with the hem of my shirt. I giggled slapping his hands away from me and grabbing the shirt myself.
It landed somewhere on the floor behind me, I couldn’t say I cared much to be honest. I straddled his hips. My eyes locked on him as I lowered myself to his neck. My teeth grazed his skin lightly.
Jake gasped, his fingers digging into my skin as his hands trailed their way down my body. Lower and lower.
Smack.
It was my turn to gasp.
My butt stung, though not in a bad way, as he pulled his hand away from me. I grinned, my lips touching his for a fraction of a second. “Again.” I almost begged.
His hand came down again. Smack.
I moaned biting my lower lip. He rolled me off of him. “Take your pants off.” He ordered.
I raised an eyebrow. I’d never seen this side of my best friend before, but I had to admit I liked it. I pushed myself off the bed and unhooked my jeans. My eyes locked on him as I pushed the denim lower and lower.
Jake’s eyes locked on my body, burning with lust. He stood up and came over to me as my jeans touched the floor and I slipped my ankles out of them. I stepped towards him, reaching for his shirt. He let me pull it off him in a matter of seconds. My hands traced over every inch of muscle in his chest. My mouth went dry.
His fingers tangled into my hair as he pulled me close to him. I let out a soft moan as his lips touched mine, trailed their way along my jawline and down my neck. His hot breath touched my earlobe without me realizing he’d moved. “I want to dominate you.” He whispered.
His words sent a shiver down my spine. This was something I’d never tried before. Judging by his reaction he could tell. He pulled away and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “I promise, I won’t hurt you. And if you want me to stop just say stop.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. He spun me around to face the bed and bent me over it as he pressed himself against my body. I was sure I could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as he spread my legs.
“Tell me if I hurt you. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Again, I nodded not trusting my voice.
Smack.
I gasped arching. Pleasure and pain surged through my body as his hand rubbed the place he’d just spanked me.
His fingers tangled into my hair, pulling gently. Smack. I let out a soft moan. Smack. My moans grew louder. Smack.
My heart raced faster and faster with every spank. My body burned with desire and my pussy ached to have him inside me. Smack.
I cried out in pleasure.
Then it all stopped. He was still pressed against me but he stopped spanking me. I turned to look at him just as I felt his finger push past my panties and into me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
“Fuck, Nat you’re so wet.”
“Thanks to you.” Our eyes locked. “I want you inside me, Jake.”
His finger slipped out of me. “Stay like that.” He let go of my hair and I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and they slid down his legs. I swallowed dryly staring as his thick cock sprang forward. I never would have pegged my best friend to be the type who didn’t wear boxers. He kicked his pants out of the way and reached for the bedside table. He grabbed a condom, tore the wrapper and slipped it over his full length.
My heart raced as I watched him come over to me. His fingers tangled into my hair again as I felt his head against my pussy.
“Do you like it rough, Nat?”
“Yes.” I almost moaned as he pushed into me. Pleasure and pain overwhelmed my body. I was thankful to be leaning against the bed, otherwise I wasn’t my legs would have supported me. I cried out in pleasure as he slipped out of me then pushed back in.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
I moaned louder as he came faster and faster. My fingers dug into the sheets as my eyes rolled back. I could already feel myself getting so close. His free hand traced up the innermost part of my thigh sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. My eyes rolled back as everything went a fuzzy white.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Faster and harder. I gasped as I felt his hand come down against my bare ass again. I cried out in pleasure as he thrust into me harder and harder.<
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“Oh fuck, I’m so close.” I moaned.
“Cum for me Nat.” His voice was thick with lust as he slammed into me. I gasped, my toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed my body. My hips jerked as Jake thrust into me letting out a grunt of pleasure. I cried out, everything going hazy as pleasure overwhelmed my body in waves and waves. Each as strong as the last. My knees buckled and if it weren’t for the bed holding me up I’d be on the floor. Another wave of pleasure, still just as strong, then another. I cried out.
He pulled my hair gently as he slammed into me. Another wave of pleasure, this time softer, then the next softer than the last.
Finally, I forced my eyes open, blinked a couple times to adjust to the light and turned to see my best friend- in a whole new light.
He gave me a smile as he pulled out of me, then looked down.
“Fuck.” He breathed softly. Before I had a chance to look I felt something sticky touch my inner thigh my heart dropped into my stomach. The condom had broken.
“I guess we got a little too rough.” I gave him a weak smile. Chapter
I already had the dress.
I know, I know, it’s tacky but come on- my fiancé picked it out how could I not wear it? Plus I was kinda in love with it.
We just had to wait a little longer.
I ordered it before Chris and I ended things which meant it was before I realized I was in love with Jack, and in turn before I realized I was pregnant.
So now, the wedding was on hold. It was probably for the best anyway. I didn’t want people to think we were jumping into it too fast, even though a lot of people were already saying we were.
Gail beamed. I knew she’d love the idea of me being her daughter in law. She’d already started planning everything out and you know what? I’d planned a wedding before. I wasn’t looking forward to it and I was more than willing to let someone help.
“If we have it three months after you should be fine.” Gail looked down at me. “You’re hardly big at all and you’re already almost due. You shouldn’t have any trouble losing the baby weight enough to be able to fit into that gorgeous dress of yours.”
My cheeks flushed. I knew it might be hard to get back into shape before the wedding if it was too soon after the birth but I didn’t want to wait.
I turned towards the door as I heard it open. Jack gave me a soft grin as he came towards me. “Chocolate covered blueberries, just like you asked.” He placed three bags in front of me. Maybe a little extreme, but good to know he was prepared.
“Thank you.” I beamed as I tore into them. “Three months after will give us lots of time.” I turned my attention back to my soon to be mother in law.
She beamed. “Oh this is perfect, just perfect.” She jumped to her feet. “I’ll leave you two alone to talk about the details. You just call me if you need anything. No matter what time it is.”
Gail had been wonderful throughout the entire thing. She didn’t seem surprised when we told her we were dating. My mother on the other hand had been crushed when I told her Chris and I had ended things. She’d been unwilling to hear reason and there was no way in hell I was going to tell her why we ended things.
But when I had to tell everyone about the baby my mom wasn’t surprised. To my amazement she was happy, more than happy. Maybe because I was having a baby or maybe because I’d found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I wasn’t sure either way but I was sure that my mom was fully on board with the wedding and that was what mattered to me- plus Jake’s family had been wonderful to deal with. They were so supportive and his sisters and I got along great.
I hadn’t seen Chris around in a while, we didn’t speak any more but we did see each other it had been at the market a few weeks back. He was with a new girl, someone I’d never seen before, and despite seeing me and Jake together he actually looked happy. And he didn’t look surprised.
I guess no one was really, except me.
The End
My Doctor’s Orders
Chapter One
“Move damn you!” Kira Jacobson cursed as she lugged one big box after another into the elevator of her building. She wasn’t sure if she was cursing the delivery guy for refusing to bring them to her apartment like he was supposed to, or herself for buying all this crap. Unfortunately it wasn’t crap and she did in fact need it all. Now she just needed to get it all into the elevator car before someone complained.
She stood and turned to get the final box and promptly crashed into a big wall of muscle that smelled like oranges, sandalwood and disinfectant. “Oh shit! Sorry!” She looked up and groaned inwardly. “Dr. Masters, my bad.”
She stared up at him defiantly as his handsome features morphed into annoyance. “Kira.” She skated around him for her box and heard the telltale rumble of the elevator’s motor.
“Dammit Kyle, hold the elevator!” Goodness the man was as infuriating as he was fine. And that was saying something because Kyle Masters was delicious with a capital ‘D’. And an asshole with a capital ‘A’, she reminded her libido. The doors slid open again and she pushed the big box inside, releasing a long sigh when it cleared the doors. A glance at Kyle showed—big surprise—a scowl marring his beautiful face. “Handsome bastard,” she grumbled to herself.
A smug smirk appeared on his face at her words but he said nothing. Kyle stared straight ahead hoping to get out of his latest encounter with Kira with minimal interaction. The woman could talk and dammit if she didn’t smell like the sweetest dessert he’d ever tasted. The doors opened and before he could step off she reached across him to hold the doors. “Kira,” he said by way of a farewell. When she grunted in reply, he smiled to himself and closed the door to more of her muttered curses.
The string of curses continued until Kira found herself alternatively pushing and carrying the biggest box, which contained her stand mixer. The box was almost as wide as her wingspan which meant she spent a lot of time pushing it down the hall. She groaned when she heard the door at the end of the hall open, the only door other than hers down this hall. “Oh great, what now?”
Kyle said nothing as he stalked over to her, looked down at Kira and picked her up to set her aside. Her gasp caught his attention for a moment but he willed his body to ignore the flare of desire in her eyes and turned to pick up the box.
Kira watched the way his muscles bunched under his plain white t-shirt and the way his muscles flexed beneath those sinfully tight jeans. He was certainly one good looking jerk, and he knew how to rock a pair of jeans. She ogled his body until he turned and caught her, giving her a knowing smile. “What? I can’t even look now?”
Kyle stifled his laugh and raised the box to her attention. “Door? I don’t live here so I don’t have a key.”
She blushed. “Oh. Right. My bad.” She hurried over to him and held her breath, desperate to ignore how tasty he smelled up close. “Just sit it anywhere,” she said over her shoulder as she bent to pick up a few of the smaller boxes. When she turned she was surprised to find Kyle’s eyes glued to her backside. “Enjoying the view?”
The box landed on the table with a thud. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” Her surprised gasp made his cock harden and he was sure the look on her face was mirrored in his own.
“Good to know,” she replied and turned her back to hide the flush creeping up her body. “So, uh, thanks.”
He gave her a curt nod and walked in his lazy gait through her door. A few moments later she heard the quiet click of his door and went to work opening and unloading her boxes. She couldn’t wait to use her new kitchen toys, maybe she’d even whip up something for the sexy but frustrating Dr. Kyle Masters.
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She’d done it again. That was the only thought in Kyle’s mind when he emerged from the shower two hours later to find his small dining table loaded with a plate of food, a pitcher of tea and a cake carrier. That little ninja had—somehow—snuck into his house again. To leave him food.
As frustrated as he was
by her seeming ability to have nonstop access to his home, whether he wanted it or not, he really needed to eat something. He’d been at the hospital for the past 41 hours straight and his body and mind were beyond exhausted. He’d spent most of the past fifteen hours looking at scans from a pediatric patient whose cancer had returned with a vengeance. The tumor Kyle had personally removed last year had not only come back in another area, it had doubled in size. When he’d seen how far the disease had spread he’d been the one to deliver the bad news to little Mona’s parents. No matter how many times he said it, telling anyone their loved one wasn’t going to survive their illness, well it fucking sucked.
His plan when he’d finally escaped through the automatic doors of the hospital was to go home and eat some food and do absolutely nothing for the next 48 hours. Then he’d run into Kira. Kira freakin’ Jacobson who was always everywhere and looking too damned good while being there. She was holding up the elevator to his floor, their floor, with her boxes and she was making a ton of racket trying to get said boxes down the hall until he’d helped just to stop the noise.
And then while he’d been in the shower, the little sneak had left him food.
He wasn’t sure what to do about this situation if he was being honest. What single man in his right mind would turn down home cooked food—gourmet home cooked food—made by a sexy woman with full pink lips, sharp high cheekbones and legs that caused more than one inappropriate fantasy? Kyle was many things, but he wasn’t strong enough to return a thick medium-rare steak, mashed potatoes with butter and dill, fresh green beans and devil’s food cake with some type of coffee frosting. Nope, not that strong.
So he grabbed silverware and a glass, poured some tea and enjoyed the best meal he’d had all week while watching a standup comedy special.
Two hours later his stomach was full of too many slices of cake and a meal so delicious he was considering asking for seconds. He stood outside of Kira’s door and debated his options. He could just set the dishes on her welcome mat, knock and lock himself in his apartment to avoid her. It was the coward’s way out but he was seriously considering it. Or he could man up and knock so he could thank her for the food. Again.