by Velvet Reed
“Damn, Ash!” he grunts while pounding into me faster and faster. His breathing is heavy when he lets go of my breasts. His hands move down my body until one hand clenches my hip, the fingers digging in, as the other glides around my waist and down to find my clit. He rubs and flicks that sensitive little nub unmercifully and I explode around him. A Technicolor light show flashes behind my closed eyelids as my climax consumes me. It’s only hearing Sam growling my name as he stiffens and stills behind me that I become slightly aware of our surroundings.
Feeling boneless I lean heavily against the exam bed. Roaming fingers trail the length of my spine followed by whisper soft kisses that send goose bumps across my skin. Breathing deeply, I let out a little giggle.
“What’s funny?” Sam asks, placing two more kisses on my shoulder blades before finally pulling out of me.
I manage to stand and turn myself around only to have him cage me in against the exam bed. His sated, sleepy smile and the way he’s looking into my eyes makes my heart flutter. I’m so in love with him. “I never expected this to happen when I decided to make a surprise visit,” I reply.
“But it was okay, right?” Sam questions, and if I’m not mistaken I sense some doubt in his voice.
Wrapping my arms around him I kiss his chest and then lay my head against it. “I don’t think okay is quite the word I would use to describe what we just did. Incredible, exceptional or even orgasmic would be far more accurate words to use.”
Sam’s chest shakes with his chuckle. “Orgasmic. I think I like the sound of that.” He pulls me close and we stand there in his office holding each other, his pants around his ankles, my panties around mine and my skirt still bunched at my waist.
Minutes tick by before Sam starts to pull away. “I’m going to deal with this.” He points to the full condom on his still semi erect cock. “We’re going to fix ourselves up and then we’re going to get something to eat.” His eyes gleam with mischief and I raise my brows in question. Smirking, he shakes his head. “That was some workout I just did, Miss Brookes. I’m famished and need some sustenance to get through the rest of the day. Plus I’m going to need my stamina, so I can worship that body of yours tonight. I’ve got the next two days off and I plan to put them to good use.”
I can’t stop the smile that his words produce or the clenching of my thighs that his promise of what’s to come tonight evokes. “Well, I guess I better feed you, then, we wouldn’t want anyone questioning your stamina, now would we?”
“The only one who needs to worry about my stamina is you, Beautiful. I can promise you that you won’t be getting much sleep tonight.” He winks and starts cleaning himself up and I refasten my bra and reach for my shirt. I wonder if it would be wrong for me to call in sick to work tomorrow. I am the boss, after all.
When we’ve gathered ourselves and Sam’s assured me that my hair and clothes don’t have the ‘I just got screwed by the sexy doctor in his office’ look, he motions for the door. A thought suddenly crosses my mind and I stop in my tracks.
“Have you ever had sex in here before?” I shouldn’t ask but now that it’s crossed my mind I need to know.
His mouth twitches, but he manages to keep a straight face when he answers. “No, Ash. I’ve never had sex in here or in any other part of the hospital before.”
I think I’m actually shocked by that considering I’ve seen him date several members of the hospital staff. “Okay then. Lunch it is,” I say in a rather upbeat tone, but then another thought occurs to me and I turn back to look at the exam bed that we just had sex against. I hear Sam chuckle and turn back to him. “That exam bed was clean and disinfected, right? I mean, that pregnant chick that was in here earlier wasn’t on there, having her lady bits looked at, right? Because you didn’t exactly have time between them leaving and doing what you did to me to make sure the surface was sanitary and all.”
Sam’s chuckles have turned into full blown laughter and I huff and cross my arms in indignation. “I’m being serious, Sam!” I pout and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth to curb his laughter.
Taking my face in his hands, he grins. “My last patient was only here to get some test results, Ash. I can assure you that the exam bed was thoroughly disinfected after the patient before her. As I said earlier, this wasn’t the most romantic of settings, but I sure as hell wouldn’t subject you to unsanitary conditions. I’ll always look after you, Ashley.”
He’s so serious and sincere that by the time he finishes, I can’t doubt him. I’m the one who pushed for it and said I didn’t care where we were, and I honestly wouldn’t change anything that just happened between us. I reach up on tip toes and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you,” I whisper, and his brows knit in confusion. “Thank you for taking care of me and for giving me a very memorable experience in your office.”
His mouth quirks up and then I’m gifted a dazzling smile as he takes my hand and leads me to the door. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to concentrate in here again, but this sure as hell just became my favorite place in the whole damn hospital.”
Walking hand in hand down the hospital corridors I’m grinning like a fool and silently reveling in the knowledge that whenever Sam’s in his office or when he looks at that exam bed, he’ll think about me and the amazing, incredible orgasmic sex we had.
Now that’s what I call an ego boost.
I can’t believe my little girl’s five years old. Where did the time go? Watching her now as she sleeps peacefully in her princess bed and reflecting on everything we’ve been through, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I mean, sure, I used to play the ‘what if’ game. What if she hadn’t been born deaf? What if Nicole wasn’t such a selfish bitch and instead gave Ruby the mother she deserved? What if I had a wife to love and share my life with? But thoughts like that don’t serve any purpose other than to keep your focus off what’s really important.
The most important thing to me is making sure that this beautiful little girl is happy and has everything she needs and every opportunity available to her.
Today she experienced her first birthday party. Of course we celebrate her birthday every year, but it’s always been just Dad, Gracie, Ashley and the two of us. Today she had the whole shebang. With the help of all the women in her life, which has more than doubled in the last year, the backyard of our family home was transformed into every little girl’s dream. They’d never hear me say it because I love them all dearly for what they did for my daughter, but honestly I think it was a little over the top.
Balloons, streamers, a castle piñata, tiaras, feather boas, a fairy doing face painting and tiny sparkling handbags bursting with little girl things. There was every shade of pink as far as the eye could see. The wonder on Ruby’s face when she walked out the backdoor and took it all in was worth the fuss.
Bending down I tug the comforter up a little higher and kiss her on the forehead. “Happy Birthday, Princess. Daddy loves you so much,” I whisper. I know she can’t hear me, but that never stops me from saying the words ‘I love you’ to her every night.
Making my way back to the kitchen, I catch Gracie and Cole heading out with my main man, Cooper. “Thanks so much for everything, sis. I could never have pulled off what you girls did today.” I hug her hard and kiss her cheek.
“Seeing Rubes happy and playing with her friends from preschool was thanks enough. It really is an amazing sight watching all those little people signing to each other.”
Rubes may not have a mom, but Gracie sure does a good job filling that void. I’ll admit I was worried about things changing too much for Rubes once Gracie had Cooper, but that was fruitless because Gracie still spends as much time with her as she always has. If anything Rubes fusses over Cooper and tries to help out too much. She’s busting for him to get bigger so they can play.
“I think there are a lot of very tired little kids after such a big day. She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.” I chuckle.
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Speaking of bed, we better get this little man home,” Cole interjects and shakes my hand.
“Nah, Coop’s a party animal already,” I jest. “He was the youngest guest here and now he’s the last to leave. You’ve got a wild one there, guys.”
Gracie rolls her eyes and tugs the diaper bag higher on her shoulder. “Whatever. And he’s not the last to leave because Nate’s still here with Allison. So we’ll leave you to get back to your guests. See you at the garage Wednesday.”
Once the door closes behind them I go in search for Allison and Nate, who I thought had left earlier. I find them out back with Dad taking down the last of the decorations. Most of the cleanup was done before the Tierneys and Ashley and Sam had left, so there isn’t much left to do. “Hey, I thought you guys had gone,” I say while picking up a discarded tiara.
Allison turns at the sound of my voice and gives a shy smile. “Oh well, there was still a bit of a mess so I offered to help Bryan clear it.”
It’s hard sometimes not to forget that Allison’s a friend. She’s the kind of girl you take home to your parents, with her unassuming personality and her natural beauty. We’ve spent a fair amount of time together the last few months and become close. She’s so easy to talk to and uncomplicated to be around. It’s nice to have someone there who knows what it’s like to live and care for a hearing impaired child. Sometimes I let my thoughts drift to what it would be like if we were together, but then I stop myself because she’s friends with Gracie and the others, she works with Cole and Sam, and because she dotes on Ruby, and if we didn’t work out it could affect everything else.
“Well, I appreciate it,” I implore as I reach her, then I place the tiara I found on her head. “There, that’s better.”
She giggles and scrunches her nose before turning away to grab the remains of a busted balloon. I continue to study her as she jokes with my dad and signs to Nate, she really would be the perfect woman for me, if only I allowed myself to take that chance.
“That seems to be the last of it,” Dad rumbles. “If I never see the color pink again it’ll be too soon.” Allison and I both laugh out loud at that.
“I think with Ruby as your granddaughter, Bryan, that’s impossible.”
Dad snorts at Allison’s statement. “I guess you’re right about that.” He ruffles Nate’s hair as he runs by and stares after him fondly. “All the girly stuff didn’t seem to bother Nate too much.”
“I think he really enjoyed himself despite the age difference between him and the other kids. He didn’t have to work hard at fitting in, because they were just like him,” Allison tells Dad and I glimpse a hint of sadness in her tone. We’ve spoken about some of the difficulties Nate has experienced and how hard Allison tries to help him. She was fifteen when her mom had him so she’s always been a second mother figure, watching him while their mom works and helping pay for his education and support.
Wanting to distract her and take that somber look from her eyes, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “Listen. It’s almost dinner time, why don’t you guys stay and I’ll order some pizza?”
Allison chews her lip and looks from me to my dad. “Are you sure? We wouldn’t want to impose.”
“It’s the least we can do after you’ve helped clean this place up, Allie,” Dad retorts, then he grabs Nate’s attention and signs our intentions which has him fist pumping in excitement. Dad follows that up by directing Nate to the house to wash up for dinner. I marvel for a second over the fondness that my dad has for Nate and Allison.
“I guess we’re having pizza then,” Allison acquiesces. “I’ll put these bags in the trash and meet you inside.”
I watch her walk away and the moment she’s out of ear shot Dad lets out a loud sigh that garners my attention. He’s smirking and shaking his head at me. “What?” I demand, suddenly feeling the need to defend myself.
He strolls leisurely towards me and pauses when he gets to my side. “You better get your head out of your ass and make your move soon, son. A girl like that isn’t going to be single forever.” Then he moves along like he doesn’t have a care in the world, leaving me with the realization that it’s about time I start fighting for a little happiness of my own.
The rest of April and May have flown by. Ash says we’ve officially been together since the end of February when Gracie came home. So it’s been three months, which is by far the longest relationship I’ve ever had, and to be totally honest, it’s been a nice and highly pleasurable change.
After that hectic week at work after our first time together, things got back to normal with my schedule. It’s helped dramatically that another OBGYN was hired to alleviate the stress of replacing staff. Ashley has taken on one of Mary’s friends for Fridays and Saturdays at the shop, training her in preparation for when she’s away for the wedding. It’s allowed her to take half a day on Fridays and their usual Saturday mornings off, and all I can say is the extra time we’ve spent together has been put to very good use.
If someone had said to me a year ago that I’d be in an actual real relationship with the smart mouthed little minx who called me Vagina Man, I would have laughed in their face. She got under my skin so fast and as irritating and infuriating as I found her, I wanted her desperately. Now, I’m scared as all hell because what I feel for her and the way my body reacts to only her is such uncharted territory for me. I don’t know how to describe it other than by saying that when I’m not with her, I want to be.
When I see or hear something that would interest her, I want to tell her straight away. I keep having wayward thoughts and visions of us together as a family, like I did at the hospital, and I don’t know if it’s normal to feel like this about someone or if I’m starting to have a psychotic break down.
Another classic example was at Cooper’s baptism a few weeks ago. After the ceremony the godparents all had photos taken with Cooper. Ash wanted one of the two of us with our godson and as we stood there on the steps of the small chapel, all I could think about was what if this was our baby in her arms. What if we were the parents and everyone was here to celebrate our child? It’s always been a dream of mine to have my own family, but I didn’t let myself think about it because I know what it’s like to have your family taken away.
I’ve thought about talking to Cole, but then what would I say? It’s confusing because I like spending time with Ashley. She doesn’t smother me or constantly nag, she doesn’t ask for more. But then there are times when I’ll catch her watching me with this look on her face that I don’t understand and I feel like asking her what she’s thinking when she looks at me like that. I’m desperate to know.
We’ve been alternating between spending nights at both of our places. I like it when she’s here in my apartment. It feels different when she’s here. More lived in. After she paid me that unexpected visit in my office, something that I relive with great joy each day, we’ve never spent more than two nights apart. It continues to baffle me how I went from being a casual fling sort of guy to this in only three months. I never expected to be the guy who has a woman’s toiletries in his bathroom.
I’m staring blankly at the television, lost in all my confused thoughts, when the woman in question saunters out of the bedroom. She’s wearing a thin strapped light pink tank top that showcases her abundant cleavage perfectly, three quarter length pink and white cotton sleep pants, and she’s tying up her silky hair into a messy bun on top of her head. How the hell did things get so comfortable between us?
Plonking her butt down beside me on the couch she pulls her legs up and snuggles into my side. “So tell me the truth,” she sighs. “Have you guys organized a stripper for Cole for tomorrow night?”
Surprised by her question, I huff. “Where did that come from?”
“Well, isn’t that what guys do?” she asks, looking at me expectantly.
I shrug. “I can’t say I’ve been to many bachelor parties, but the ones I have attended haven’t been combined, so yes there were strippers. Charl
ie and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to have one there, so no. We haven’t organized one.”
“That’s good,” she mutters distractedly.
I reach over and tip her chin up, waiting for her to look at me. “Not all guys are interested in that sort of thing, you know. Seeing a woman flaunt herself in front of a group of men like that doesn’t do it for me.”
“Really?” she asks in disbelief.
“Really,” I confirm, and let the topic go. “How about we watch this movie?”
Seemingly mollified, Ashley snuggles back in to my side. Picking up the remote I hit play and watch the opening credits of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’. The old Sam wouldn’t be caught dead watching this lovey dovey stuff, which just goes to show that I’ve lost my mind and have no clue what I’m doing at all.
The combined bachelor and bachelorette night is in full swing. I doubt Pitch and Tone’s has ever looked like this before. The guys jumped at the chance to play host to Cole and Gracie’s celebration and closed the club to the public for the night. Considering it’s a Friday night and one of their busiest, I’m shocked they agreed to it. Being strictly an adult’s only party, there’s all sorts of crazy decorations plastered around the room.
There’re more people here than I would have expected. The girls from Ashley’s shop and the guys from Bryan’s garage, as well as many people from the hospital. I think there’s even distant family who they don’t see often in attendance. The drinks are flowing and there’s a buffet of finger foods on a table in one corner of the room, to ensure that people at least have something in their stomachs before they drink too much. It’s not a formal affair by any means, but considering none of these people are going to be at the wedding, both John and Bryan got up and said quick speeches early in the evening.