Delivering Her Secret

by Kira Blakely

  “I’m regular.” I couldn’t help it. I was short, and I wasn’t exactly the hottest chick on the block. Honesty was my credo.

  He laughed. “You’re perfect, just as you were meant to be. Look at what you do to me, Charlie.” Houston’s dick throbbed, and more of that glistening pre-cum had gathered. It dripped and ran down the side of his dick, caught there by a vein.

  The doctor stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

  I gaped at him.

  He had a swimmer’s body, abs well-defined, and a v-line that tracked toward that fantastic cock between his legs. A tribal tattoo curled across his left pec, forming a decorative lightning bolt.

  Houston waited, watched me, watching him. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded. Not a hint of hesitation, now. I wanted this more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life.

  He bent and retrieved a square package from his jean pocket. A condom.

  “Will it fit?” I asked.

  Houston’s laughter rumbled around me. “Let’s fucking hope so. I’ve never been this hard before,” he said and tapped the condom wrapper against his dick. It bounced and dripped pre-cum.

  I licked my lips. “How do you do it?”

  Houston crooked a finger, and I stepped up to him. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and withdrew the latex ring. “Pinch the top, and slide it on.”

  I took it from him, shaking, and followed the instruction. I dragged the latex over his head and rolled it down, over his dick, squeezing his rigid flesh. “It looks like it’s suffocating you,” I said, and genuine concern wormed through me. “Does it hurt?”

  “The only thing that hurts is not being inside you.” Houston swept me into his arms and kissed me, parting my lips, slipping his tongue, still flavored with my juices, into my mouth.

  I kissed him back, arching into the moment. I needed all of this and more.

  He walked us toward the bed and the backs of my knees hit the mattress. We tumbled onto it together, and Houston held himself upright by his forearms. His gaze pierced me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  I did as I was told.

  He savaged my neck with kisses, then sucked my left nipple, moved to my right, catching them between his teeth first, nipping and tasting.

  “Please,” I whispered. “I want it to happen now. Let it happen. I want it.”

  “Beg.”

  “Please! Houston, I need you inside me.”

  “What do you need?”

  “Your—your cock.” The word injected confidence into me. “I need your cock inside me. Please, I’m aching for it.”

  He placed the tip of it at my entrance, then pressed his forehead to mine and consumed me with his gaze. Devoured me whole. “You’ll never forget this, Charlie. Hold onto me.”

  I clapped my hands onto his back and dug nails into it.

  Houston entered me, inch by thick inch.

  Pain sprouted deep within me, and my eyes widened. I bit my lip.

  He slowed down, kissed one of my cheeks, then the other, then my nose, moved to my eyelids. Each left a wet warmth and burning desire for more contact. The pain wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.

  Houston pressed into me again, even slower this time. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He stared into my eyes. “My little virgin.”

  “All yours,” I said.

  He forced himself deeper, a little faster, and the pain mingled with a sharp burst of pleasure.

  “Oh, my god,” I cried out. “Yes. That’s good. That’s so good.”

  Houston kissed me again, then buried himself to the hilt.

  I bit on his bottom lip, hard. Scratched his back. Clenched my pussy around the hardness that filled me. Filled me! It’s so right. It fits perfectly.

  “Perfect fit,” Houston grunted, as if he’d read my mind. He withdrew his dick a little, then pressed into me again.

  I tightened around him.

  “Jesus. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

  I couldn’t help it. Every time he thrust into me it happened. The heady mix of pleasure and pain was too much. The room spun above me, and I shut my eyes. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Anything for you,” he growled, then pumped into me again.

  I clenched.

  “Fuck it, Charlie, that’s too much.”

  “More.”

  Another pump, and another, and each time I clenched and released, massaging his dick. The pressure inside me built, and tingles traveled down my arms and legs, across my belly.

  His abs dripped sweat onto the smooth plane of my stomach. He worked his hips, and I moved with him, matching his rhythm as best I could, pulling myself closer to another climax.

  This one was different. It seared through my core and elevated me.

  I sucked in breaths, steadied myself against him.

  Houston was the only solid in my world. He pumped into me and his grunts became feral. He tossed his head. “Going to come,” he said.

  The words sent me sailing over the cliff of my arousal. I tightened around him and released, milking his dick.

  Houston growled and grew thicker inside me, if that was even possible. His thrusts became fevered. One, two, three, his cock pulsing inside me. I closed around him and hung on, swept away by the ecstasy.

  “Fuck,” he hissed and collapsed on top of me.

  I wheezed under his weight and he lifted himself again.

  “No,” I said and held onto him. “No, lie down. Don’t move. Please, please, stay inside me.” I didn’t want this moment to end.

  Houston kissed my forehead and settled onto me, placing enough of his weight on me that it was just past comfortable. He kissed my temple, and I turned my head kissed his neck, tasted the salt of his sweat.

  Houston’s breathing evened out and slowed. His eyes drifted shut, and he rolled to one side, finally sliding free of me.

  I lay beside him and stared at the ceiling, caught in the light of the bedside lamp. It was white. The light and the ceiling. And the sheets were cream. The walls were wooden. I hadn’t noticed any of this until now.

  I was transported. And now, I’m back, minus my virginity. Oh, shit, what if someone actually saw us outside? What if they see me when I leave tomorrow? I have to go, now. I have—

  I shifted and sat up, my heart pounding out that same anxious beat I’d grown accustomed to.

  Houston caught my wrist. “Stay,” he said. “At least, until morning. I’ll make it worth your while.”

  That rich voice lulled me. I settled back again, rolled onto my side. He followed suit and pulled me into his chest, kissed me just beneath the ear.

  Was it supposed to be this tender? This personal? The guy’s supposed to call you a cab afterward, isn’t he? Yeah, that’s what happens in the movies. And Julia once told me that her ex did that for her on their first time.

  Houston’s arms held me fast, his muscles pressed against me. So strong and overpowering. So very present.

  But the anxiety, the fear, remained, curling through my belly and keeping me from sleep. What if one of the mommies saw me and decided I was too much of a slut to work at Daisy Oaks?

  I inhaled and exhaled.

  “Calm down,” Houston said, voice thick with fatigue, his breath tickling the back of my neck. “You’re with me. You’re mine now.”

  Chapter 6

  Houston

  Doctor Pope, please report to the maternity ward.

  My eyelids fluttered. What the fuck was this? That was the medical chief of staff’s voice, Tallulah Jones. The one who’d fired me.

  Doctor Pope, please report to the maternity ward. Zzz-skreeeeeee. Zzz-skreee. The maternity ward.

  I rolled onto my side and slapped the operating table.

  The maternity ward. The maternity ward. Doctor Pope. You shouldn’t have fucked her, you dirty man. If you’d kept it in your pants, you’d still have a job here.

  Her words rang in my mind. “It’s not—I didn
’t touch her.” The words dropped from my lips, bitter as bile.

  Report to the maternity ward, Doctor Pope. I dare you, Doctor Pope. Report to the maternity ward. Zzz-skrreeeeee. Zzz-skreee.

  “It’s not my kid!” I yelled and bolted upright in bed. In bed? What the fuck? “Christ, it was a dream. Of course, it was a dream.” I gripped my head, covered my eyes to shield them from the sun leaking through the gap between the organdy curtains.

  Who puts organdy curtains in a motel?

  I massaged my temples and shook off the remnants of the dream. Less a dream and more a memory of a real -ass conversation that had changed my life forever. “Fuck,” I grunted.

  Slowly, reality set in, along with the memory of what’d happened last night.

  Charlie.

  I dropped my hands and looked around. The bed sheets were rumpled but bare. My virgin had already left. And if she’d already left for work that meant…

  “What time is it?”

  Zzzz-skreee. Zzz-skreeeeee.

  The buzzing came from the bedside table. I spun, cursing the early morning headache, and grabbed my cell. “Shit,” I said. “Balls in a bucket of ketchup.” I fumbled my finger across the screen, then pressed the phone to my ear. “Yes. It’s me.”

  “Bro, I’ve been trying to call you for the last two hours,” Jason said, on the other end of the line, his voice as clean as the cut of his hair. My buddy, the doctor who’d snatched me an opportunity in Alaska, couldn’t get down and dirty if he tried.

  “I overslept,” I said and clenched my fist. And that meant I’d missed my flight.

  “You were supposed to leave at six, weren’t you? I called you. A wake-up call.” Jason was anal. He’d sent a notification to my Google Calendar yesterday to remind me to get on the road at six, so I wouldn’t miss my flight at eight.

  And now, it was—I tugged the phone from my ear and squinted at the numbers in the top right-hand corner. Oh, fuck. It was ten.

  “Houston?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.”

  “Where’s here, exactly?” Jason asked, and his cool-as-a-cucumber attitude dropped. “Here better not be Summit Springs. I stuck my neck out for you, Hue. This was a Bee-Eff-Dee.”

  “A what?”

  “A big fucking deal. You know how difficult it was to get you this opportunity, right? After what happened in Chicago, it’s a damn miracle they even considered you for this.”

  Guilt and anger mixed inside me in equal parts—a vicious cocktail. “I understand that, Jason,” I said, softly.

  For me, soft equaled dangerous. I didn’t particularly enjoy reprimands. And I liked it even less that I’d gotten this opportunity on anything but merit. I was the best fucking OB/GYN in the States, fuck anyone who said differently, yet one scandal had turned my career on its head.

  Jason’s huffed breaths whistled in my ear. “Then tell me you’re not in Summit Springs.”

  “I overslept,” I said.

  “Jesus H. Christ.”

  “Ahem.” Here came the hard part. “Sorry.” Man, that tasted nasty. Being in the wrong was another thing I didn’t particularly relish.

  “You overslept?” Jason squeaked.

  “Relax, Jase. You’ve gone supersonic. Dogs can hear you, right now.”

  “I will not—I don’t—I can’t even believe you’d—”

  “It wasn’t intentional.” Fuck it, I hadn’t even been drunk last night. I’d tossed back one drink before I’d asked Charlie to come back to the motel with me. It had to be the sex. I’d been high on that criminally delicious fuck.

  “Wasn’t intentional.” Gasp, splutter, splutter, gasp went my friend. “Dude, you never oversleep. Not once in all the fucking eleven years I’ve known you have you slept past six. What the hell is going on?”

  “Nothing’s going on,” I replied, though my heart beat so god damn loud it betrayed me. Since when does my heart do anything out of the ordinary? Christ, this is madness. Charlie Stinson has affected my mental ability. “I fucked up. That’s all there is to it.”

  “Were you drunk last night?” Jason asked. “Come on, man, you’ve got to give me something I can take back to them as an excuse.”

  “And you think telling them I was drunk is going to engender sympathy?” I asked.

  “Of course not. I was going to tell them your grandmother died, or something.”

  “Which grandmother?”

  “Which one’s still alive?” Jason asked.

  “Neither.”

  “Well, there we go,” he replied. “I’ll use that as an excuse. Christ, the things I do for you, bro. The things I do for this damn hospital. You know, we’re understaffed. If it wasn’t for that—”

  “And that I’m a great fucking OB/GYN.” I had to insert that bit.

  “Yeah, and that, or I wouldn’t even bother to go through all this trouble.”

  There had to be a way for me to make this better. I’d chosen this line of work for a reason. Everything about life and birth intrigued me and had since I’d been a kid. The scientific side to it, the mythical side to it—yeah, it had a mythical side—and the miracles in between.

  “Are you there? You’re not answering me.”

  “I’m here, Jase. Shit, sorry. I’m a little fuzzy this morning. Listen, I’ll drive out in fifteen minutes. There’s got to be another flight out there.”

  “It’s not that simple, Houston,” Jason said.

  “Easy. No need to first-name me.”

  “Dude, I had to get that flight approved and paid by the hospital’s board. The only reason I’m able to do this is because of my position here. If you let this drop it’s going to reflect very badly on me as the chief of—”

  “It was an honest mistake,” I said. “Give me another shot.”

  “Just like that? Give you another shot. Man, you’re lucky you’re like a brother to me.”

  “Easy,” I said. Emotions weren’t my strong suit, even brotherly love was on the ropes. “I’m sorry.” It slipped off my tongue a little easier this time. “How can we make this work? I don’t want to lose the opportunity, Jase. I do appreciate what you’ve done for me.”

  Though none of it was technically my fault. Apart from being a dick. And missing my early morning drive and flight. So, yeah, most of it, then. Fuck.

  Jase grumbled on the other end of the line. “—hurt you to say it once in a while.”

  “I want to make this work.” Though it’d mean leaving Mom behind, and she wouldn’t get any younger, and now, someone else, too. Just a woman. You don’t know her. Except I did, now.

  “All right, all right,” Jason said. “I might be able to convince them to get you another flight, but it will probably be sometime next week at the earliest.”

  “Next week. That’s fine. Perfect.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, man, but don’t fuck it up again. If you do—”

  “I know, buddy.”

  Jason hung up without saying goodbye, and I slumped against the pillows. They still smelled of her—a heavenly scent, grapefruit and what was that? A flower? Rose petals. Addictive.

  I dropped the cell on the bed and scrubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms.

  Christ, I really had screwed the pooch on this one. If I’d just kept my dick in my pants this wouldn’t have happened. But, how was I to know that Charlie’s pussy would send me into a coma? A sweet, tight little virgin had done what no other woman could and delivered me to oblivion. One way ticket.

  “Time to get up,” I grunted and pushed myself out of bed. It irked me that she’d left without saying goodbye, and the fact that it irked me made the skin of the back of my neck prickle.

  I couldn’t afford the distraction. Or, shit, I hadn’t been able to until now. One entire week to kill. One week in Summit Springs, thankfully, without having to fill in for Henman.

  However would I spend my time?

  Chapter 7

  Charlie

  The end of the day at Daisy Oaks was worse than th
e start in terms of chaos. I’d always figured it would be the opposite until I started working here.

  All I wanted now was to get home, take a long, hot bath, and try to erase the doctor from my thoughts.

  Kids shrieked and darted left and right, played in the sand pit or on the monkey bars. They fought and were separated, begged for attention, tugged on my skirt—knee length, of course—and asked for snacks or water or juice, and I obliged.

  I loved every second of this. I loved the kids, but yeah, it did get tiring, and the end of the day heralded my worst time at Daisy Oaks, without fail.

  Parents picking up their children.

  I rolled my shoulders to rid them of the tension and scanned the playground. No casualties today, at least. Thank god. If I had to go back to the doctor’s office and see hunky Houston Pope… No, let’s not think about that.

  Every time I did, my stomach lurched. I’d lost my virginity to a handsome doctor last night. My virginity.

  It wasn’t as if I’d consciously held off with it. It was just something that’d happened. I’d been way too busy the past couple years, dealing with problems at home, to do anything guy-related.

  And that was totally fine. And it was OK that I’d lost my virginity, too, even if it was just a one-night stand—cringe. Ugh, OK, maybe it wasn’t OK, but last night was probably the wildest thing I’d ever done, and I wouldn’t take it back for the world.

  For one night, I’d been free of my anxiety and nagging thoughts of doubt.

  Hands on my waist, lips pressed to my neck, warm flesh, the scent of lemon and leather and—

  “Stop it,” I muttered.

  “Excuse me?” A woman’s voice, snarled and high-pitched. Oh god, it’s Jenny, isn’t it?

  I turned on my practical pumps and swallowed, tried for a smile. “Good afternoon, Jenny.”

  “That’s Mrs. Harrington to you,” she snapped. Jenny Harrington’s hair was a universe that obeyed its own rules. Every day, she arrived with auburn locks piled high or hanging loose or curled or frizzy or braided—as changeable as the wind. Strange then, that her shit attitude was pretty much a constant.