by K, S
Just as she turned to flounce away with her head held high, Steven set his daughter down and grabbed his wife by the waist and spun her back around. Joy giggled as he playfully growled and tried to take his kiss . She twisted her head to the side and ended up squealing as loudly as her daughter had. When Steven picked her up and gently tackled her so that she fell down on top of him, Marcus and his sister laughed and joined their parents in the fun until they were all tussling and wresting around on the ground.
The four of them were the epitome of the perfect American family. Steven Bennett was a young, successful, charismatic doctor. His profession enabled him to provide his family with an upper middle class life and allowed Joy to be a stay at home mom and nurture and raise their two well-adjusted children. Life couldn’t get any better.
Three days later, the unthinkable happened.
Steven and Joy were on their way back home from a charity function when a man who’d been drinking at a party sped through a stop sign. His car slammed into the Bennett’s vehicle, instantly killing them. The accident was so horrific, their bodies had to be cut out of the crinkled ball of steel which used to be Steven’s beloved sports car; there was no choice but to have a closed casket at the funeral service.
Both Joy and Steven had no family other than an elderly aunt several times removed on Steven’s side. Being a spry seventy-two, Aunt Maggie didn’t hesitate to step in and take responsibility for the two devastated children whose world was irrevocably changed. In the blink of an eye, they lost their parents and had to leave the only home they’d ever known to move in with a woman who was a virtual stranger to them. It took the better part of six months, but Marcus and his sister eventually began to feel secure again with the older woman.
However, tragedy struck twice. Aunt Maggie died in her sleep of a massive heart attack. Once again, the lives of the two siblings were disrupted. This time, there were no relatives to come forward and claim responsibility for them or take them in, so they became wards of the state and were put into foster care.
Although terrified and not really understanding what was going on, Marcus tried to be brave for his little sister. She clung to him as if he were her lifeline and wouldn’t let him out of her sight. The foster mother was a very impatient, no nonsense woman. She placed them in different rooms, but after waking up and finding that Marcus’ sister had gotten up in the middle of the night to sleep next to her brother for two weeks straight, she’d given up and just let them be.
A month later, the only person Marcus had left in the world was literally snatched from his arms. His sister was adopted by a couple who came by to meet her several times. Marcus wasn’t told about the adoption until two days before his sister was scheduled to leave with her new family. When that time came, Marcus pleaded with the couple adopting his sister to take him too. He fell to his knees and begged them, promised he wouldn’t be any trouble; they would barely know he was there. With tears in their eyes, they tried to explain to him that, financially, they were unable to take care of two children. That was the last time Marcus saw his sister.
Two years later, he was sent to an orphanage, again with no warning, but after everything he’d gone through for one so young, the change barely registered. He’d endured more than some people experienced in a lifetime. As far as he was concerned - he had nothing.
Sighing, Marcus’ arms tightened around Aleesha. He’d waited for someone like her his entire life. He wanted her in his bed like this every night and was determined to find a way to make it happen.
Chapter 2
Finished with his rounds, Marcus was finally ready to go home. After working eight consecutive twelve hour nights at the hospital, he was off for the next four days and ready for some serious R&R. Hopefully, Aleesha would be able to fly out for a long visit. He hadn’t seen his lady in a couple of weeks and was feenin’ for her presence as well as her lovin’.
“Hello, ladies,” he smiled at the nurses staffed at the nurses’ station. As soon as he signed the last of this paperwork, he was out of there.
“Hello, Dr. Bennett.”
“Hi, Dr.”
“Dr. Bennett...”
The respectful greetings flowed like a well-orchestrated song from the adoring women. Marcus was one of their favorite doctors.
He flashed them a tired but teasing grin as he flattered them. “I swear you ladies are like a much needed breath of fresh air right about now."
"You don't look so bad yourself."
One of the nurses, Paula Charles, made no effort to hide the fact that she was openly flirting with him. Marcus never looked up from the papers he was signing. The only indication he gave that he heard her was a raised brow and smirk.
He and Paula had been involved in a short fling years ago. She was an ex-girlfriend who’d taken a handful of pills the night he’d met Aleesha three years ago, but Marcus found out later it hadn’t been enough to cause her serious harm. He still felt like kicking himself in the ass for ever having gotten involved with her, but at the time, his little head overruled all else. The sex had been great and Paula could suck dick like a pro. Plus, she had been so damn fine and sexy – and full of some serious drama. The woman had become very possessive, very quickly. After the incident with the pills, she’d taken a leave of absence and gone to counseling in order to deal with the break up.
The shifts they worked together were few and far between, and there hadn’t been any other incidents. For the most part, they co-existed as professionals but sometimes, Paula got a wild hair up her ass and tried to test the waters – like now. She was so close to him that when she leaned forward, her breast rubbed against his arm.
“Are you sure you don't need any help...relaxing?"
Taking a couple of steps back, Marcus still didn't look up. "Nope. I'll be just fine."
The other women covertly watched them, shaking their heads at the way Paula shamelessly threw herself at Dr. Bennett. Apparently he had dick whipped her good. They all knew about her “suicide attempt” years ago, and were aware it had only been a ploy to gain his sympathy. However, if any of the stories she'd told them revering his prowess in bed were true, they could definitely understand her obsession.
But really, all you had to do was look at him, one of the older white nurses named Maxine thought to herself. He’s gorgeous. Marcus stood 6'2 and looked as if he lived in the gym seven days a week. His smooth, dark brown skin beckoned a woman to feed their chocolate addiction and consume him from head to toe – a delectable guilty pleasure. His low, wavy hair and goatee were kept neat and trimmed.
Simply scrumptious.
And those lips….the things Paula said he’d done with them… Maxine grabbed a folder and started fanning herself. If only I were twenty years younger.
When Marcus signed the last of the papers, one of the younger nurses, Katrina, shyly asked, "Do you have anything special planned for your days off, Dr. Bennett?"
Marcus flashed a grin that caused Katrina’s skin to flush a dull red. She’d had a crush on him since the first time she’d met him. Katrina had only been working at the hospital a week when one of the doctors berated and screamed at her in front of everyone for a simple mistake she’d made. Katrina had been on the verge of tears when Marcus intervened and quietly told the doctor to calm down. The doctor glared, ready to go off on him as well, but thought better of it when he saw the look in Marcus’ eyes that all but dared him to say something.
Marcus had taken Katrina to the employees lounge and bought her a cup of coffee. He’d made small talk with her until she relaxed, and pretty soon Katrina found herself opening up once she saw Marcus was sincerely interested in what she had to say. He made her laugh at stories he told of some of the staff, including the doctor who’d made her cry. After that, Marcus could do no wrong in Katrina’s eyes.
“Not really, Ms. Katrina. My woman is supposed to fly out for a few days, so we’ll probably just relax and take it easy. That’ll be more than enough excitement for me.”
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br /> Winking, he waved at them and prepared to walk out the door. He’d call his baby when he got home, grab a cold beer, and then head straight to bed.
Before he had taken two steps, the chief of staff, Dr. Roberts, called his name. Marcus swallowed a groan. Five more seconds and he would’ve been home free. Fuck! He rearranged his features to what Darrell dubbed his ‘professional face’ and turned to the older woman.
“Yes, Dr. Roberts. How are you this morning?”
“I’m fine Dr. Bennett. I know you’re on your way out, but I’d like to take a few minutes to introduce you to the newest member of our staff here at Spring Valley Hospital, Dr. Melanie Blalock. Dr. Blalock specializes in cardiology, the same as you, and I’d appreciate it if you would take her under your wing until she becomes acclimated to her new position.”
Dr. Roberts stepped to the side as she spoke, introducing the woman in question, who Marcus had not noticed until now. Surprise showed in his face before he quickly masked it and extended his hand to shake hers.
Damn! This is one of the new doctors? The sista was beautiful. Her big brown eyes stood out in her smooth, caramel colored face as she gave him a direct look. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail which fell past her shoulders, and from the interested gleam in her eye, she found him just as attractive. Her smile widened a bit as she held his hand a moment longer than necessary.
Breaking eye contact with her, Marcus brought his attention back to Dr. Roberts, who was giving Melanie a glowing review of Marcus’ many achievements and accomplishments since he’d been on staff at the hospital.
Slightly embarrassed, Marcus glanced at Melanie. “Dr. Roberts, thank you. I appreciate your kind words, but I’m sure Dr. Blalock is not interested in the boring details….”
“Nonsense,” Melanie told him. “I would love for you to tell me all about them yourself….soon.”
“Good,” Dr. Roberts said. “Well, that’s settled. Marcus, I know you’re worn out from the hours you’ve put in, so we’ll let you go and catch up on some much needed rest. You and Dr. Blalock can continue to get acquainted when you come back to work.”
Before Melanie followed Dr. Roberts to the next, she paused and held Marcus’ eye. “Count on it,” she softly replied before turning to follow the chief of staff.
Marcus’ eyes briefly dropped to her hips and watched their sway which he was sure she exaggerated for his benefit.
Now that is one fine woman, he thought as he turned to leave, but he was definitely off the market.
Marcus glanced over at the nurses’ station. They quickly busied themselves as if they hadn’t been watching the exchange between Marcus and Melanie with extreme interest - everyone except for Paula. Jealousy was written all over her face. Shaking his head, Marcus walked out of the hospital without a word.
As he’d said - drama.
A couple of hours later, relaxed and showered, he stood in his living room wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and no shirt. He grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator then picked up the phone to call Aleesha at work. Moments later, a smile crossed his face when he heard her voice on the other end.
“Aleesha Matthews speaking. May I help you?”
“Yeah. I’m looking for this little shorty: ‘bout 5’3, 34D, small waist and a phat ass. Think you can help a brotha out?”
Sitting back in her chair, Aleesha softly laughed and lowered her voice. “Well, let me see. There is someone I have in mind who meets such a description but what's in it for her?”
“Mmmm…endless orgasms, having her pussy eaten as often as she likes, and nine and a half inches of the best dick she’s ever had….” Marcus grinned as he took a sip of his water. Just talking to her got him hard.
Unable to keep up the charade any longer, Aleesha burst out laughing. “Hi baby. How are you? Tired?”
“Mmmm….tired, horny, missing you….and did I say horny?”
“Awww, my poor baby. I thought I took care of that problem last night via the webcam.”
“Me jerking off as I watch you on a computer screen is not the same as being all up in that pussy, woman. I can’t wait to see you, Leesh,” he growled in a low, sexy voice. When silence greeted him on the other end, Marcus' voice grew suspicious. "You are still coming, aren't you?"
"I was just getting ready to call you. I'm not going to be able to fly out in the morning after all. We're nowhere near ready for this upcoming audit, but..." Aleesha rushed to finish when she heard Marcus' long, drawn out moan. "Jerra should be having her baby within the next couple of weeks. She’s overdue as it is.”
“Damn, Leesh, it’s been over two months since we saw each other. Can’t you take off for a couple of days? Come on, baby,” Marcus urge in a whisper.
“Baby believe me, I want to, but I have to be here to make sure everything goes smoothly." She paused before her voice rose in excitement. "Wait! Why don’t you call the airport now and book a flight? You’re off for the next four days. You could be here tonight.”
“Can’t. I’m on call.”
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry, baby. Maybe we can have another ‘cam session,” Aleesha smiled in the phone.
Marcus’ mood instantly shifted. His dick was throbbing and he wanted Aleesha - needed to be with her. He had accumulated so many damn frequent flyer miles that he could fly free for the next year if he wanted to.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Hey, I’m getting ready to hit the sack. I’m tired and I had a long night at the hospital. Just call me this evening. Okay?”
“Oh. Okay baby…”Aleesha said, puzzled by his mood swing.
“I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Marcus clicked the phone off.
“Love yo- ” But Aleesha was talking to the dial tone. With her mouth open, she stared at the receiver as if she could see Marcus’ face.
Marcus angrily walked to the kitchen and threw the water bottle in the trash can before heading to his bedroom. He pulled the bedding down and then took off his sweats. Frustrated, he stared down at his erection.
“You may as well forget it because we ain’t gettin’ any for a while.”
Once in bed, he tossed and turned while trying to find a comfortable position, but it wasn’t easy with a hard on that refused to subside. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Aleesha’s naked body, heard her moaning as he hit it from the back. That image had his dick jerking and twitching like an addict. Damn. Doggy style was his favorite position. He loved staring at Aleesha’s ass while it glided back and forth over his dick. He loved to smack it a couple of times and watch it jiggle as she moaned and screamed his name while he worked that spot and made her cream and cum all over his shit.
“Fuck!” Marcus shouted out loud.
He knew sleep would evade him until he got some relief. Reaching over, he pulled the drawer of his nightstand open and took out a small bottle of baby oil. After squeezing a silver dollar sized portion in his hand, he proceeded to lie back and jerk and choke his dick. It didn’t take long because he was already on the verge of cumming.
Marcus closed his eyes and imagined Aleesha head down and ass up as she bucked and convulsed in ecstasy, raining her creamy goodness all over his shaft. In his mind, he was fucking her deep and hard. Her wet pussy was wrapped around his dick like a tight vice. It didn’t take but a few strokes of his hand before cum shot up and out of his slit in thick, white spurts. After catching his breath, he opened his eyes and raised his head to look down at the mess he’d made. Dropping back down on the pillow, he exhaled a long, shaky breath.
This is ridiculous, he thought to himself. I’m a grown ass man jerking his fuckin’ meat because his woman ain’t here to take care of it.
He hadn't jacked off this much since he was a teenager. Running a hand over his face, he suddenly sat up and angrily threw the bottle of baby oil across the room.
This shit couldn’t go on. Something had to change - and quick.
Chapter 3
The next couple of days passed all too quickly fo
r Marcus. On his last night off, he decided to meet some friends at his favorite sports bar called First Down to watch the game on TV, but he had to stop by Darrell’s house first. Marcus laughed as he remembered how desperate his friend had sounded when he spoke to him earlier and begged him to swing through. Jerra was miserable because she was uncomfortable therefore she saw no reason why Darrell shouldn’t be miserable as well.
Marcus glanced at his watch. He’d tried to reach Aleesha several times, but hadn’t gotten an answer; her cell phone kept going to voicemail. She'd been having problems with her car lately, and now, Marcus was starting to get a little worried.
Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into Darrell and Jerra’s driveway and parked behind Darrell’s Escalade. Marcus would give him thirty minutes. After that, he was on his own. Although he used to just walk into Darrell’s house, now that he and Jerra were married, Marcus showed his respect by ringing the doorbell.
A second later the door swung open and a harried looking Darrell stood scowling at Marcus. “Man, I told you before, you don’t need to ring the damn doorbell, just walk ya ass in, that’s why I left it unlocked.” Before Marcus could respond, Darrell’s eyes flashed a stormy gray. “And what the fuck took you so long anyway?”
Marcus slowed to a halt and raised an eyebrow at Darrell. Clearly he’d lost his mind or maybe Jerra’s moodiness had rubbed off on him. Whatever the case, Marcus decided to let it slide because he knew Darrell was under a lot of stress.
“Calm down, man.” Marcus walked past him and headed to the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge and grabbed one for Darrell as well, who was slowly trailing behind him. After opening both bottles, he handed one to Darrell and shook his head when he upended it right away and didn’t stop drinking until it was half empty.
Darrell noticed the amusement crossing Marcus’ face and leveled a narrowed glare his way. “What’s funny?”
“Man…..” Marcus laughed and couldn’t stop. “What is the problem, bruh? You all stressed out and shit like you the one about to give birth.”
