Doctor's Orders (Complete Series)

by Lilian Monroe

  “Emma, what are you talking about? I don’t have a girlfriend. I haven’t had one since...” I stop myself.

  “Since what,” she almost yells at me, suddenly turning to face me.

  I pause. We stare at each other, measuring each other up. Her chest is moving up and down with every breath and I can see a vein pumping in her neck. I crack first.

  “Since my wife died,” I finally whisper. “Eight years ago.” I look away, staring at the ground behind her. I feel like the breath has left my body. I’m deflated. I can’t look at her. Finally, I drag my eyes back up to hers and she’s frowning, searching my face.

  “But…” she pauses. She’s whispering now too. “Who were you talking to last night? In the bathroom.”

  My eyes widen. Suddenly I understand what’s happened and why she ran out. The words catch in my throat and my eyes are locked on hers. I haven’t told anyone at work that I have a daughter, no one except Stuart Yates. Emma’s brown eyes are looking at me, through me, trying to understand what’s happening. Finally, I take a deep breath and say the words that I’ve kept to myself. The words that I thought I wasn’t saying to protect Gracie.

  “That was my daughter.”

  28

  Emma

  A daughter? I’m dumbstruck. I stand there, mouth hanging open as Elliot’s eyes plead with me.

  “I didn’t know,” I say in a hushed voice. I’m embarrassed, ashamed even. I thought the worst of him. I accused him to his face of being a liar and a cheat, and he was talking to his child. The child he had with his wife, who died. If the ground opened up and swallowed me whole right now, I wouldn’t complain.

  “No one knows,” he responds with a simple shrug. He takes a deep breath and lets it all out, glancing out the doors to the bright sunlight outside.

  “I’m sorry,” I finally say. His eyes drift back to mine. They look clear, but I see a deep sadness in him.

  “It’s okay,” he responds.

  “Not really. I’ve been an ass to you.”

  The corner of his lips twitches upwards. “Yeah. For once it wasn’t me.”

  I smile. At least we’re even now, sort of. I want to move closer to him, to wrap my arms around his neck and breathe in his smell and tell him, no, show him how sorry I am. I want to stroke his chest and feel his body against mine but I look at him and I can’t move. We’re both locked in place and all we can do is stare at each other. I’m so embarrassed.

  “Do you…” I trail off. “Do you want to grab a coffee or something? We can go to the conference later.” I smile tentatively at him. “I know you probably don’t want to even look at me right now, I’ve been so awful to you.”

  He says nothing for a few seconds and then I see a smile creep back onto his face. It starts in his eyes as they crinkle slightly and travels to his lips. It’s the tiniest movement but I can’t help but notice every movement of his face.

  “Coffee with you sounds a whole lot better than a conference with a bunch of stuffy doctors.” He grins and my heart leaps in my chest.

  I breathe a sigh of relief. “I think I saw a cafe just down the road.”

  We head out the sliding glass doors at the front of the hotel and turn down the road. After a few steps I realize that my hand has slipped into his, and we’re walking hand in hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. But that’s the thing - it is the most natural thing in the world. It feels right.

  We walk in silence for a few moments and I work up the courage to talk again. I use my other hand to brush my unruly hair out of my face.

  “So your daughter, how old is she?”

  “Ten,” he answers. I glance up and see him grin. “Or ‘almost eleven’ as she always likes to remind me.”

  I can’t help but smile.

  “Her name is Grace,” he continues. “But I call her Gracie. She’s so bright sometimes I’m worried she knows too much for her age.” He’s smiling again. It’s like he can’t help himself when he’s thinking about her. My heart melts in my chest and I wait for him to go on. “She’d like you.”

  The words make my heart skip a beat. “I’m sure I’d love her,” I reply softly. We get to the corner and see the coffee shop. He opens the glass door for me and I step through. Once we’ve ordered we sit down at a table by the front window. We both stare out at the people walking by. Elliot shifts in his seat and pulls out his phone. He taps on it a few times and then turns it around.

  “That’s her.”

  I see a picture of Elliot holding a little girl with a huge mane of red hair. Her eyes are sparkling, the same blue eyes as Elliot’s. Her mouth is open wide in a toothy smile, like the picture was snapped in the middle of a laugh. Elliot is looking at her with pure love in his eyes. I glance up from the photo to the man in front of me and smile softly.

  “She looks like a firecracker,” I say to him.

  “She’s everything to me,” he replies simply and puts his phone in his pocket, going back to looking out the window. We sit like that for a while, looking out the window in silence. I steal a glance his way and realize that it’s one of those natural, comfortable silences that are so rare these days. I don’t feel like I need to ask him questions or keep the conversation going. We’re just comfortable being here, together.

  “My dad died just over a month ago,” I blurt out suddenly. Elliot looks at me, slightly surprised. “It’s been lonely without him. It’s not even like I talked to him every day or anything, but just knowing that he’s gone. Really gone. I don’t know.”

  I stop talking and tear my eyes away from his gaze. I don’t know why I told him that. My throat is constricting and I can feel prickling at the corner of my eyes. I will myself not to cry.

  “I know what you mean,” he replies. “When Chloe died, I thought things would never be right again. For a long time they weren’t.”

  I wait for him to go on, to tell me that time heals all or some other platitude but he stops talking. We sip our coffees in silence and I feel like my heart is slowly becoming whole again. It’s scary and exciting, and all I want to do is jump headfirst into the feeling. I’m sitting with a man that I can talk to. Really talk to. I can be myself and I don’t have to be snarky or sarcastic to be taken seriously.

  With him I feel like I can be stripped bare, vulnerable, and he won’t blink an eye. We finish our coffees and stand up together. Walking to the door, Elliot puts his hand on the small of my back and I lean into his strong body. We step outside and I turn to him, putting my hands on his chest. His muscular arms wrap around me and pull me into him.

  Our eyes are locked on each other and nothing else matters. Not the other people on the sidewalk, not the conference we’re supposed to be attending, not the fact that we’re coworkers. We stay like that and the world around us falls away.

  His lips dip down and my chip tilts up until his kiss meets mine. Elliot’s lips taste better than they did yesterday, better than any kiss I’ve ever tasted. He pulls me into him and my body fits perfectly into his. My fingers tangle into his hair as our lips explore each other again. Our bodies fuse together as my lips taste his, crushing together in a passion and intimacy I didn’t know was possible.

  My heart is hammering in my chest and I lean into him. He holds me up, supports me, pulls me into his warmth. I never want this to stop and I never want to let go of this feeling. This is more than a kiss. With his body pressed up against mine and my arms wrapped around his neck I know that I’m falling for him, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

  29

  Elliot

  We stumble back to my room. My hands have a mind of their own. They’re roaming all over Emma’s body from the cafe all the way into the hotel, up the elevator and into my room. Our lips find each other every chance they get. I can’t get enough of this woman.

  As soon as the door closes behind us, we’re tearing the clothes off each other. I want her. I want to feel her skin on mine, feel her body next to me. I want to smell her, taste he
r, feel her. I want to be inside her.

  The last of our clothing drops to the ground in a heap and our tangled limbs collapse on the bed. I’m on top of her, sideways across the bed. My cock is rock hard, pressed into her hip crease. I sit up and lean on my forearm, keeping my weight off her body.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. She smiles almost shyly. I grin - shyness isn’t something I’m used to with Emma.

  “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself,” she replies as her finger strokes the side of my face.

  My head bends down and I kiss her again, more softly. Her tongue traces my bottom lip and I feel her teeth drag against it. She bites me softly, pulling my head toward her. I fall on top of her and she grinds her hips into me. I groan. It feels way too good.

  I turn around and pull Emma on top of me. She sits up on her knees and all I can see is a queen. Her hair is wild and curly around her head. Her eyes are bright but half-closed as she looks down at me, running her fingers over my chest. My hands run up her stomach and cup her full breasts. I pinch her nipples gently and she closes her eyes, leaning her head back as she exhales. My cock twitches. She’s so unbelievably sexy.

  My hand runs further up, tracing the line of her collarbone until it’s around her neck and I pull her in for another kiss. Her lips taste better than anything I’ve ever tasted. I want to feel her kiss again and again and again. I never want to stop. She kisses me harder, pressing her lips and her tongue into me. She grinds her hips against me and I can feel her wetness on my crotch. I groan, ready to explode.

  As if she can sense how close I am, Emma sits up again and shimmies herself down. I look down at her, heart hammering in my chest. She grabs my hard cock in her hand and starts stroking it gently. Her head dips down and the breath catches in my throat. Then, slowly, she does what I’ve been dreaming of every night for the past two weeks.

  Her bright red lips open up into a small ‘o’ and wrap themselves around the tip of my cock. I grunt loudly as she pushes her head down further and further. Fuck, it feels incredible. Her mouth is warm and wet and she’s taking my cock deep down her throat, inch by inch. My hand finds the back of her head and my fingers tangle themselves into her chocolate curls.

  Emma starts working her lips up and down my shaft and it’s almost too much to handle. Her red lipstick starts smearing as she gets messier, moaning as she takes my cock in her mouth over and over. I grab onto her hair tighter, clenching every muscle in my body as I try not to explode right away.

  Her hand crawls up my abs and then back down to wrap around the base of my shaft. She moves faster, up and down until the pressure building in the pit of my stomach reaches a peak. I feel my balls tighten up toward my shaft and my cock throb more and more.

  “Emma, babe, stop,” I pant. “I’m going to come. Stop.”

  But she doesn’t stop. She goes faster, moving her head and her hand up and down my cock until she looks up at me and I see the desire in her eyes as she keeps sucking my cock ferociously. With her eyes locked on mine, the pressure finally explodes. My cock is harder than it’s ever been before and then I feel the release as I come. She moans as my seed fills her mouth, still stroking up and down. Electric tingles travel from my cock to every extremity of my body. My body contracts violently and I shudder, grunting and groaning without control.

  Finally my orgasm subsides and I relax, hand falling away from her head. She lifts her head up and looks at me, swallowing my pleasure, then licking her lips. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath. I’ve never seen anything as sensual as the way she’s looking at me right now.

  I grab her and flip her over so that her head lands on the pillow. She yelps and laughs, flopping back onto the bed. I crawl down and spread her legs so that I can see her slit. It’s dripping wet. I can smell the sticky, sweet scent of it and it drives me wild. My finger finds her bud and circles it gently, feeling how slick with desire she’s gotten from sucking me off. I groan again, letting my finger dip down to her opening.

  I slide a finger inside her and she opens her mouth to moan softly. Her eyes are closed, head back on the pillow. I want to make her come harder than she’s ever come before.

  I look down at the slit in front of me and close my eyes, dipping my head down until I finally taste it. The salty sweetness of her pussy fills my mouth and I lap it up. It’s her turn to moan and grab my head as my tongue circles her bud, flicking over it gently as I lick and suck her bud.

  It’s unbelievable how hard my cock is already, even having just exploded. The taste and smell of her is driving me wild. I eat her. I devour her. I can’t get enough of her. My fingers find her entrance and I slide two of them in smoothly. She moans and arches her back slightly, tilting her hips toward my face as I feel her contract around my hand.

  I work my fingers and my tongue together, rubbing the little rough spot on the front wall until Emma’s legs are shaking. I can feel her walls flooding and her desire is driving me wild. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. The thought of making this beautiful woman come makes my cock pulse and throb as I lap up her essence.

  My fingers work faster and I put my whole mouth over her clit. She moans and pushes my head down. I can feel her getting closer and closer until suddenly her legs fold up and her back arches. She’s moaning, almost screaming. Her hands are gripping my head and she convulses on the bed. I don’t stop licking, sucking, tasting, eating. My cock is rock hard as her walls flood and I feel her body release into her orgasm.

  Her hand comes away from my head and her legs fall open. I lift myself up slowly and meet her eye. She looks dazed, dizzy, like she’s existing in another dimension. I grin and shift upwards so that I’m beside her.

  Emma’s head fits perfectly on my shoulder and we lay there for a few moments. She’s breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering her whole body. Her finger trails across my chest and I shiver in satisfaction.

  30

  Emma

  My body is still tingling from the orgasm that Elliot gave me even minutes later. Small shocks jump under my skin, surprising me with their intensity. I shiver and move closer to Elliot. My head is resting in the crook of his shoulder and my fingers are trailing across his chest. I look down and notice his cock throbbing slightly against his stomach.

  I move my hand down, feeling the muscles in his chest and then every bump of his abs on the way down. I touch his cock with the tip of my fingers, feeling all the way down the length of it. The skin is so soft and warm, and his cock jumps up toward my hand. He groans.

  “You’re still hard,” I breathe.

  “Hasn’t gone away. The minute I started eating you out I was rock hard.”

  I smile. I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy genuinely enjoy going down on me like Elliot just did. My fingers wrap around his cock and I stroke up and down feeling its girth in my hand. He’s thick, and his cock feels almost hot to the touch.

  Elliot bucks his hips slowly as my hand moves up and down. I moan slightly. Having his cock in my hand is making my heart beat faster. I can feel the warmth spreading between my legs as the wetness gathers in my folds. I haven’t been this turned on by someone in months, maybe years, maybe ever.

  We stay like this for a few moments, Elliot moving his hips to the motion of my hand. Then he turns his head and I see the heat in his eyes. He looks at me for a second and then uses his hands to turn me onto my stomach. He kneels behind me and kicks my legs open, positioning himself between them. His hands are around my waist, he’s pulling me up to my hands and knees.

  I’m like a rag-doll in his hands. He positions me exactly how he wants me, on my hands and knees with my legs wide and my back arched. Then he uses his hand and feels my wetness, letting his thumb slip inside me. I groan, dropping my head at the sensation. Even that feels electric.

  I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper and then his hard cock is pushing against my opening. His hands are on my waist, on my ass, he’s pushing himself into me inch by inch as I gasp. He moves
his hand up my back and grabs onto my shoulder, thrusting himself deep inside me with one long push. I moan, feeling him deeper inside me than he’s ever been before. My back arches and my walls spread for him, allowing him to enter me deeper.

  Elliot groans and keeps pushing. Then, without warning, he drags his cock out of me and rams it back in. Thrust after thrust pounds into me, making me shake and buck all over the bed. I can hardly breathe. I can hardly see. I grab onto the headboard with my hand to brace myself and push back on him with every thrust. Fireworks are exploding behind my eyelids every time his cock plunges into me.

  His grunts are guttural, animalistic, wild. His hand comes down on my ass hard, and the cracking sound of skin on skin fills the room. I grunt, savoring the pain that explodes from his touch. It only makes my desire heighten, my wetness increase, my hips move faster.

  His cock drives into me harder, faster, deeper. I’m screaming, yelling, moaning, panting. I can’t do anything except push myself back toward him. I’m completely filled. His cock stretches me and thrusts into me as his hands grip onto any part of my body he can find.

  The warmth between my legs is burning, my body is screaming and finally I feel the release. My orgasm explodes through my entire body all at once, like every nerve ending is suddenly a million times more sensitive. My skin is on fire, trailing sparks wherever he touches me. My blood runs through my veins and carries the heat of my pleasure to every extremity of my body.

  My walls contract around him as my body struggles to stay upright. I feel his cock throbbing and getting harder and harder until he moans with me. His seed fills the condom inside me as my walls grip him even tighter. We come together, bodies convulsing and twitching and arching as one.

  We collapse together. I’m seeing stars. My voice is gone. My breath is gone. My vision is blurry. I move my hand toward him and feel his chest move as he pants, breathless. He moves his own hand and intertwines his fingers in mine. I close my eyes and listen to my breath, to his breath, to my heartbeat and his heartbeat. I’m in ecstasy.