My Forbidden Doctor: A Secret Baby Medical Romance Page 10

  Reaching between us, Carl pulled aside my thong to swipe up my slit, and I shuddered. My abdomen throbbed wildly with need, clenching when he flicked my clit with practiced fingers. Spreading my folds, he thrust into my hand and tore his lips from mine to pant harshly. Need seeped out of me, coating his cock as he circled my clit, and I poised his tip against my entrance.

  Dark eyes flooded with desire met mine before Carl thrust, and pleasure rocketed through my body. Arching sharply, I sucked in a shuddering breath while he ducked into my neck to muffle his strained groan. Gingerly pulling back, the thick ridge of his cock caressed my inner walls, and he shuddered when he thrust to fill me completely.

  "Oh, my God— yes-s..." My rasp made Carl tremble above me, and he braced his foot on the floor to set a hard, slow pace. The thick veins spiderwebbing his cock coaxed my walls tighter, and he captured my lips in a deep kiss as he ground his hips against mine. Warm euphoria slithered through my system and squeezed my heart, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold him close.

  Jarring, leisurely thrusts knocked the breath from my lungs, and my moans hung heavy over us. Carl's grunts and groans dried my mouth, the taste of his saliva on my tongue sending my taste buds into a frenzy. The passion in his kiss blew me away, blanketing my body in goosebumps as he made love to me.

  "Can you breathe, Mel?"

  My eyes rolled back as Carl's cock reached deep, his curly, short-cropped hairs rubbed my clit raw. Spasming lightly, I scrunched up my face as the pressure behind my eyes mounted. Riding out my orgasm, powerful waves of rapture swept up my body, and my toes curled from the force of it.

  I gasped for breath, and Carl hoisted himself up to grab me and shuffle to sit on the sofa. My thighs trembled wildly, colorful spots assaulting my vision, but it was easier to breathe now that I wasn't on my back. Panting hoarsely, I flopped my head back when Carl buried his face between my breasts. Clammy palms squeezed and caressed the globes, and he sucked my nipples as I slowly came down from my orgasm.

  His cock throbbed inside me, and I sniffled hard and flipped my hair back to grab the back of the sofa. Rolling my hips, I ducked my head as pleasure strafed my sternum. Licking and nibbling my nipples, Carl kneaded my breasts greedily as he tilted his hips to my beat.

  "Fuck— Mel— you're gonna make me cum..." Twinkling eyes met mine over the swell of my breasts, and I bit my bottom lip as my lungs started to burn fiercely. "You're too good on top, baby."

  "Okay..." I was starting to get distracted by my inability to breathe, and I blinked hard. Hot palms trailed down my sides to grapple my butt, and Carl slid down a little to take over. His cock speared my channel, and I bent sharply to bury my cry in his chest. Pleasure shot through me as scorching pants dried the sweat that slickened my neck and shoulders.

  "Cum on my cock, Mel— yeah-h, baby..." Pulling back until just his head stretched my entrance, Carl growled in my ear as he tensed beneath me. His strained sound echoed in my ears, above the blood that drummed furiously, and I shuddered as residual shocks skittered through me.

  Sinking into his chest, I groaned when he pulled out of me. My wheezing became rough, shallow pants, and Carl cupped my cheek as he heaved a massive breath.

  In this moment, I was kinda jealous of his ability to breathe like that.

  "You need your inhaler, Mel?"

  My brain spun on its stem when I shook my head slightly, and I cleared my throat roughly. Sluggishly, I pushed myself up to sit on Carl's thighs, and some of the pressure on my lungs eased up. "I just... need... a minute..."

  He smirked even as a crease formed between his brows, and I sniffed hard and gulped down the dense lump in my throat. "Is it bad taste to say I took your breath away?"

  I focused on breathing, and Carl caressed my sides and thighs as I flung my head back.

  "Wait— wait, I have a better one..."

  "Shh..."

  Carl's smirk broadened when I finally managed to catch my breath.

  I arched my brows and puffed out my lips. "I know it's great in theory to make me want to pass out, okay, but... just... shh."

  "I wasn't gonna say that. I was gonna say it's nice not to be expected to go on forever." Chuckling at the dumb look that dragged down my features, Carl sighed in satisfaction as I ran my hand through my hair.

  Sliding off him to cuddle against his side, I grabbed the duvet hanging over the other side of the sofa as he slung his arm over my shoulders.

  "What are we talking about?"

  "When do you wanna go on the date?"

  "When your dad divorces my mom... No, seriously, though. Didn't your friend make all that food? Why not just have our date here? I'm already in my nice clothes."

  Scrunching up my nose at that reminder, I nodded with a slight hum.

  "How long do you think it'll last?"

  "Until it's too late for an annulment, at least. But... you know what... I don't care. I feel bad for your mom, but it's not..." I trailed off, not really knowing how to put my opinion into words, but Carl squeezed me comfortingly. "I don't know if I could get married."

  "I don't think it matters, Mel. There's other ways to tell someone you like them— much, much less stressful ways. Like... breakfast for breakfast? I'll make a trip."

  "I think that's a great way to tell me you like me."

  Carl smiled, a tenderness in his eyes, and I rested my cheek on his shoulder. Reaching to smooth his half-open shirt, a content, hoarse sigh escaped my ragged throat. "I'll make it, though. The less the door opens, the better."

  Chapter 20

  Carl

  Stroking Mel's cat leisurely, I watched my phone ring for the thirtieth time in a row, my mom's contact flashing insistently on the screen. The cat purred away, happy as could be to have some extra attention, but I was anything but happy. One the one side, Melissa and I were finally going on a date... or, we were in the middle of one? I shook my head a little as I rubbed Kimi's head, and her purring intensified.

  On the other hand, two things had happened last night that made me realize I was a bald guy fighting over a comb. My mom and Mel's dad didn't come to the hospital, and my opinion of him hit an all-time low. I could understand the money-grubbing part, the secret marriage, the slime... but to not show up when Mel went through a mild overdose...

  That he effectively caused with his negligence. Again, he'd pushed her to do something that affected her health horribly, and for what? Augustus had already married my mom, so why plan to get all the kids together? To impress her? To try to get us to warm up to him?

  "Hello? Hey, Matt—" Melissa's nasally tone echoed from the kitchen, and I peeked over the arm rest of the sofa. "I don't know where he is, no. Why?"

  She was so sexy in her little, loose shorts, and I could see every individual freckle on her arms and legs. If only she wasn't wearing anything at all... the smooth curve of her back teasing under her spaghetti-strap shirt.

  "What do you mean he disappeared? How can my dad just disappear?" Jolting up at Mel's harsh words, I winced when Kimi scratched me in her haste to jump off my chest. Melissa whipped around, gesturing wildly in confusion, and my mouth dried. "He sold the auto shop? I didn't know that. We haven't talked since I told him off."

  Wordlessly, Mel pointed at my phone as it began to buzz against the wooden coffee table, and I scowled lightly. I had half a mind not to answer and leave my mother high and dry, but I found myself reaching for the device anyway.

  "Hello?" My mom was sobbing uncontrollably on the phone, and I held the speaker away from my ear as half my attention flew back to Mel.

  "No, I mean, I was in the hospital last night, so I don't know what happened. He didn't show up, but I wasn't exactly expecting him to, you know?" Leaning on the counter beside her pancake batter, Melissa frowned under brows furrowed with trouble. "I'm not surprised, though. At least he paid you before skipping town."

  "Mom— stop crying." Honestly, I was kinda pissed. Actually, that was an understatement. I was extremely pissed. I was angr
y that my mom had the fucking gal to call me crying over this douchebag. I was surprised Augustus had the balls to do whatever slimy shit he did so soon. He probably took advantage of my mom in the confusion last night, but at what point was it still his fault?

  Laurie and I had told Mom over and over again that Augustus was no good, and she ignored us. What did she expect to happen? He made her think getting married was her idea, and while that didn't take any wild hoop-jumping...

  "Did your new husband disappear in the night with all your jewelry and stuff?" He's probably been planning this since meeting her. Memories of Mel and me at the tea shop, when she first learned of her dad's shenanigans, flashed behind my shuttered eyelids. Reaching to pinch the bridge of my nose when my mom let out a strangled sound, I blew out a hot breath as a dreadful laugh flooded my chest. "Are you kidding me right now? What do you honestly think I'm gonna do about it?"

  "I need your h- help!"

  Barking out a curt laugh, I covered my mouth with my fist as my mom blubbered a little over the line. She married a man she'd known for less than two months, and she wanted my help? How? I was a doctor. Laurie wasn't a lawyer yet, and she wouldn't help anyway. "H- he stole everything— Carl, he stole everything."

  "Well, you'd better call the police, not me. The fact that I told you he was trouble aside— Mom, I'm a doctor. What do you honestly think I'm going to be able to do, here? You need to call the police and get a divorce lawyer. I can't do anything for you, and I'm not going to coddle you. What do you want me to say? That I'm so sorry, and you're a victim? You're not. You did this to yourself." I was a little harsh, judging by my mom's shuddering gasp, but... "I'm hanging up, now. I hope you get this all sorted out."

  Really, I couldn't find a shred of empathy for my mom or the fact that her newly minted, scam artist husband had cleaned house. What did she expect? Even I thought the guy would drain her, just slower and less noticeably. Hanging up on my mom in her shocked silence, I pursed my lips thinly as I stood up.

  Melissa frowned, glaring at the grout between the kitchen tiles, and she blinked hard when she saw me wander over.

  "S-so... you want strawberries in your pancakes?" She wiggled her slender shoulders and pulled back her hair to tie it in a high bun, and I wrapped my arms around her slim waist when she turned back to the stove. "Apparently, my dad sold his business before they got married, paid his bookie— surprisingly— and disappeared."

  "That about lines up with him ransacking my mom's place. I'd like strawberries, yeah. Thank you." As sad as it was, the situation was preventable, and I kissed Mel's shoulder as she bopped her head in a nod. "I was so stressed over them, but at least everything worked out for you and me."

  "You're saying that like you doubted it." Smirking slightly at her teasing tone, I kissed up her neck as Mel tilted her head to catch my eye. Cupping her chin to turn her to me, I captured her soft lips and tightened my arm around her. Her plump ass cushioned my cock, and she sighed softly as she sank into my chest. "I don't think we should go on a date date until my allergies go down."

  "Are you offering to let me sleep over?" I don't know what I was expecting— some flirt reply— but Melissa tensed and pulled away. Focusing on the stove, she grabbed the large measuring cup of pancake mix and refused to look at me. "What? If you don't want to, you're more than welcome to say so, Mel. Considering everything, I completely understand wanting to take things slow."

  "That's not it." Shuffling to lean against the marble counter, I frowned at how red Mel's cheeks became. A light breeze could turn her the same color as a tomato, though. "It's just... you know— um... wearing a CPAP isn't... exactly the sexiest."

  "Oh." I almost said it doesn't matter. I nearly slipped and explained that I couldn't care less about the CPAP machine. "Well, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don't have to sleep over."

  She smiled small at me, relief unclogging her shoulders from her ears, and my lips quirked up. Mel worried about the weirdest ways people could possibly judge her. Last night was a perfect example of how concerned she was with people's perceptions of her.

  "Y-yeah. I think that's for the best right now." These past few months, we'd gotten closer and closer but never close enough, and I reached to caress Mel's soft jaw line. "So, you're really gonna just leave your mom hanging?"

  "It's less maliciously, but I really just don't know what to do. I mean, I have no sympathy that this happened because it's exactly what I knew would happen, but... what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to help, and should I even help at all? When everyone around you is telling you the same thing, especially your adult children, you should at least take it into consideration. Am I surprised? No. Am I upset? Not much. If it makes me out to be an asshole, so be it."

  Melissa pulled a face but didn't comment on my explanation as she poured out the pancakes into perfect circles. Laurie and I had both warned our mom that this guy was trouble, and she ignored us. This was the consequence, and as much as it sucked... My mom wasn't a teenager and had already been married twice. She was almost fifty-five years old and could make her own decisions, which, by default, also meant dealing with the fallout.

  While Mom was going to have a Hell of a time trying to get divorced, I was going to enjoy my relationship with Mel. We were going to move slow and actually get to know each other, and I had never been so optimistic about a relationship. Ever since I saw her confusedly staring at the directory at my building, I'd wanted her, and no family drama was going to get in the way.

  Chapter 21

  Melissa

  Terry tied up the balloons we'd bought loosely to the passenger side headrest in my car, and I shut the trunk with a firm thump.

  "Thank you for doing this with me, Terry." His head popped up over the roof of my car, and I twirled my keys absently as I opened the driver's side door. "You sure I'm not putting you out?"

  "Of course not. At least you had the decency to ask about it a month in advance. I may not be a chef, but I'm a damn good cook, and I'm honored you thought of me."

  Smiling as flames licked up my neck, I nodded before we both slid into the car, and Terry raked his hands through his hair.

  "I'm always down for a party. I think it's really nice of you to celebrate your boyfriend's sister passing the Bar."

  "I really like her, yeah. She worked hard. Being a lawyer isn't easy. Carl's idea of a party isn't that exciting, to be honest." My smile widened, and I turned on my car to jostle the gear into Reverse and twist around. My back seat was filled with stuff, and I carefully backed out of my parking spot as satisfaction gripped my chest.

  Sure, it was a bit childish to have party favors and balloons with smiley faces on them. Maybe, I should've added alcohol to my grocery list because no one really liked a completely dry party.

  According to Carl, though, Laurie had gotten practically blackout drunk the night she'd gotten her results after four months of anxious waiting. She'd gotten so drunk, she couldn't remember anything and had a hangover for two whole days. I didn't see how that was a fun time, but she deserved to let loose, I suppose.

  "So, you're going on six months together with Carl. Are you doing anything special?"

  I shook my head, but my smile didn't falter as I drove leisurely through the lot toward the exit. Terry put the window down, and the heat of late summer sucked out of my car on the gentle breeze.

  "Jason and I are planning to go to the Caribbean for Christmas this year. You two should come with us."

  "I'll ask, yeah. I'm not sure what we're gonna do. His mom's still struggling to divorce my dad, and I guess you could say he's not really... entertaining... anything about her divorce. Every once and in a while, she'll call, and if he doesn't like what he hears, he'll make an excuse and hang up." I didn't necessarily approve of the way Carl handled his mom, but that was also very hypocritical of me. He'd warned her, and she ignored him. That was more than enough reason to be a little apathetic about her situation. "I totally understand why he's giving her the cold
shoulder, but at the same time, she's his mom..."

  "'She's his mom' is the only reason you can come up with for why Carl should put up with her pity party, Mel, and it's not even a good reason. It's not the kids' responsibility to pick up after their parents' fuck ups. Even after all that shit with your dad, you don't get it."

  Puffing out my lips at that, I flexed my hands on the wheel, and Terry reached over the center console to pat my forearm.

  "Trust me— once you stop thinking you owe people something, your life is gonna get so much easier."

  "Yeah... I don't know about that..." Curious eyes bored holes into the side of my face, and I gnawed on my inner cheek diligently. "My period is really late. I think my birth control failed."

  Terry made a choking sound, and I inhaled deeply through flared nostrils as my car rolled to a stop at a sign. Glancing on either side of me, I ignored my best friend's wide eyes and open mouth. At first, I thought my period was just off because I was having sex on the regular, two or three times a week. Usually, my period was only a few days off.

  But it'd been two weeks since I was supposed to get it, and I wasn't even spotting or anything.

  "A- are you serious? You're pregnant? Mel! That's great!"

  My face warmed at that, and my gut tied in knots at the very idea of being pregnant. Licking my lips as my mouth dried, I shook my head a little and pulled onto the main road.

  "I don't know. I haven't taken a test. I bought some but... using it is a different story." Truthfully, I told Terry because I knew he'd make me do the tests; I bought three different kinds just to be sure. But, somewhere deep in me, I couldn't shake the feeling they'd be positive.

  I was scared of how Carl would react. Our relationship was so new, no matter how wonderful it was. Being pregnant itself was scary. I didn't even know if I wanted to go through with it, but I was even more scared that Carl wouldn't be open to discussing options.