Captain Hotness: A Single Father Bad Boy Novel

by Weston Parker

  "Fuck no," I whispered and got up to pull her chair out. "You're late."

  "I wanted to get in trouble. I figured being late was the easiest way to do it." She sat down. Her movements were elegant, controlled. She made me want to be a better man.

  "Well, you're on the right track for sure." I moved over and took my seat before offering her the flowers.

  "Red for lovers. White for friends?" She lifted them toward her cute button nose and breathed in deeply.

  "I want to be both." I pulled my napkin in my lap and leaned back as the waiter scurried over to fill Ansley's glass with wine. I waited until he left to catch her attention again. "I want to talk about something in a little while, but I don't want you to be upset with me when I do, okay?"

  Much to my surprise, she nodded. "Alright. I'll play along tonight."

  "Good." I picked up the menu. "Let me order for us unless you're picky. I love food. I'll get a few things for us to share. You'll love it."

  "I like the sound of that." She lifted her glass to her lips and took a sip. "How was the ER today?"

  "Busy. Bloody." I set the menu down and moved closer to the table. "And the OR?"

  "About the same. I think Henry missed you." A hint of a smile played along her mouth.

  "You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?" I reached out and took her free hand, running my fingers over her knuckles. "I wanted to put a fist in Nolan's face the other day for upsetting you."

  "Thank you. On both accounts." She pulled her hand back. "He's always going to upset me. He ruined my youth and stole a few promises from me."

  "You're still young, Ans. You have a shit-ton of life ahead of you."

  "You have such a way with words." Her smile lifted but didn't reach her eyes.

  I laughed. "I just feel like I can be myself around you."

  "Oh yeah? And who is the real Jacob Parker?" She took another sip of her wine and studied me.

  "I'm not sure anymore. I would have said a great surgeon who sluts himself out to stay safe from women like you, but safety looks so fucking boring from this vantage point."

  Her shoulders stiffened, and the playfulness disappeared from her expression. "You know we can't be anything but colleagues."

  "We're going to be lovers tonight, Ans. I'm taking you home with me." I lifted a hand as she started to oppose me. "I'm not taking no for an answer. Even if it's the last time you let me touch you."

  "Alright." She finished her wine and lifted the glass to me. "If that's where the night is headed, then fill me up again."

  I laughed and filled her glass up. "Tell me about yourself. I know about the shit with Nolan, but what do you like to do? Who are you under that raw sensuality and brilliance?"

  "You think I'm sensual?" She softened, and my heart skipped a beat. Nolan was the wrong man for her. If nothing, I prayed she would realize that and run far away from him.

  "Beyond hot." I glanced up as the waiter stopped by with salads. He motioned toward the piano bar and the dance floor. "Thank you." I turned my attention back to her. "Do you like to dance?"

  "I love it." She picked up her fork as I got up. "Where are you going?"

  "I'm taking you to the dance floor." I stopped beside her and held out my hand. "Don't deny me. All of these fancy-pants people are watching."

  "Oh, brother." She got up and slid her hand into mine. "All of this is necessary?"

  "I did come in under the two-hour time clock." I turned on the dance floor and pulled her flush against me. I pressed my palm in the small of her back and leaned down to kiss her exposed shoulder. "I've never done it in under two hours."

  "Then you lied?" She asked breathlessly.

  I could affect a million women over my lifetime, but something about affecting her fucked me up good. None of the others mattered like this.

  "No. I challenged myself." I spun her around and pressed my budding erection against her stomach, wanting her to know what she did to me. "I knew I could do it with the right prize dangled in front of me."

  "And dinner with me was more than enough?" She chuckled and lifted her chin. We locked gazes, and I had no doubt that she felt what I felt.

  "Can I ask you something?" I leaned down and brushed my nose by hers. A gentleness swelled inside of me that I'd never experienced before.

  "Yes," she responded and pressed her ample breasts against my chest as we moved.

  "Do you really think you're past the point of having a child?" I tightened my grip as she tried to pull back. "Don’t push me away. I want to know if you still want one."

  "Why?" Her expression grew bleak. I hated to push her into an emotional state, to shove her into a place of pain, but I had an offer for her. I needed to see if it was worth stating.

  "Because I want to know, Ans. Tell me." I leaned down and brushed my lips by hers. "As friends. Open up to me. Tell me what I want to know."

  "I'm past the point, Parks. You as a doctor know this." She rested against me as if our conversation left her exhausted.

  "I don't agree with your prognosis." I leaned down and nipped at her lips, suddenly so turned on by her willingness to let me in a little. I slid my hand up her back and into her hair, sliding my fingers through the silky strands until I got a good hold on it.

  "It's selfish of me. What if something turned out wrong with the baby?" Her eyes held too many emotions for me to ignore.

  "Then you would love him just the same." I leaned down and kissed her with a fire I hoped she felt as deep as I did. A moan left me as she pressed herself against me and took the kiss to another level. "Let me help you." I licked at her mouth and kissed her again before turning and walking us back toward the table.

  "Help me how?" She asked as she dropped down in her seat, her cheeks flush, her eyes wide with curiosity.

  "I'm never going to get married, Ans. I'm too tarnished for that shit, but if I could help you with one of your dreams, that would feel good. Right."

  "Are you offering to be a sperm donor?" She leaned back as if I had slapped her.

  "No."

  "Oh. Good." She let out a nervous laugh. "Then what were you-"

  "I'm offering to make love to you until you get pregnant. I'm not making what we have into something sterile and clinical. You want a baby, and I want you for a little while longer."

  16

  Ansley

  It was rare that I was shocked into silence, but Parks’ offer had me tongue tied. A million voices spoke through my thoughts, but the one that caught my attention was the sound of my own - begging me to do it. To say yes.

  "I'm not sure what to say." I picked up my fork and tucked away my emotions. "That's incredibly kind of you."

  "It's not all selfless." He took a bite of his salad and watched me. "Just something to think about, okay?"

  "Thank you for the offer." I ate another bite and moaned. "God, this is delicious."

  "Right? It's one of my favorites." He picked up the bread basket and offered it to me. "You do know that we can't tell Aiden about whatever the hell is happening between us."

  I smiled. "He would be pretty upset with you."

  "Me!" His eyes widened, and damn if I didn't fall a little bit in love with him. I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask him, but I needed to hold back. His offer was sweet, but most men who were involved with making the baby would want a part in the little one’s life once he was born. That part felt so wrong. Especially with my confused feelings toward Parks.

  "I'm his innocent little sister who's never done any wrong."

  "Innocent my ass." He licked at the side of his lips, drawing me in. Baby or not, I wanted to feel him pressed to the front of me, to the back of me, holding me down, fucking me like he did a few days back. "You're the most dominant, strong, respected woman I know."

  "You still respect me after the other day?"

  His expression hardened. "More than I did before. You had to let your guard down to let me in, Ansley. It was beautiful and filled with strength. The har
dest win we ever have is with ourselves. You surrendered to yourself, not me."

  "Maybe so." I changed the subject, and we laughed a little through dinner, getting to know each other a little better. I told him a few stories from me, Gwen and Aiden growing up, and he told me a little bit about his wild college years. We never brought up our parents, and I was grateful. I didn't want sympathy for losing mine, which always came after I explained the situation. Besides, he had to know seeing that he and Aiden were close.

  "That was delicious." He wiped his mouth and pulled out his wallet. "You need to go by your place and get clothes?"

  "No. I'm not staying over. It's not right." I finished my wine as he watched me. "Honestly."

  "Then I'm staying at your place." He glanced up and gave the waiter his card before turning his dark gaze back on me. "I have a few weeks left. I want to spend them getting on your nerves at the hospital and riding your ass at night."

  Lust burned through my center, and my thighs tensed. "You're so forward."

  "I know. It's a bad habit." He stood and finished his wine as the server delivered the check back. "Come on. Let's go to my place so you can leave when you want. We end up at your house, and you might have a long-term visitor if I like it there."

  I laughed and slid my hand into his, pulling close to his side as we walked out. "I have my car here." I should have fought harder, but I believed him. He would end up at my house as a permanent guest. He seemed like that type of guy. Ballsy as hell and almost always got his way.

  "Drive your car, and I'll take my bike. Follow me." He pulled me close when we got outside and leaned down to kiss me.

  I started to pull away but decided against it. I leaned into him and deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue like I knew he enjoyed. His hands raced down my back to squeeze the top of my ass.

  I loved how glossy his eyes were when he pulled back from our kiss. "Be careful."

  "Okay." I moved out of his arms and tried not to stumble to my car. The power of his desire was suffocating and left me dizzy. Maybe I still had it in me to turn another way on the freeway down the street and just head home. We'd fight over it the next day, but I could manage him better at the hospital than outside of it. I wanted to give in too bad when I wasn't in a safe environment where I was fully in control.

  I called my sister, Gwen as I pulled out of the parking lot behind him. She answered on the second ring.

  "Ans? You okay?"

  I chuckled. "Yes. Has it gotten so bad that I don't call unless something is wrong?" My eyes lingered on Parks up ahead. Though it was dark, I could still make out how hot he was leaning over his bike.

  "No. I just felt worried. What's up?"

  "I'm headed to Parks’ place. I'm going to sleep with him. Tell me to go home."

  "What?" Her voice rose. "No fucking way. Get over there and enjoy yourself. You need to let your hair down."

  "This guy is trouble with a capital T, Gwen."

  "Even better. Oh, don't tell Aiden about this. He's really into this guy. He would be pissed to hear that-"

  "I know." I turned down a long, dark road as my imagination ran rampant. "I just wanted you to talk some sense into me."

  "Well, consider it done. Go enjoy your night. You deserve it, Sis."

  I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. I think." I dropped the call and pulled into an empty spot beside my handsome cohort. "This is such a fucking mistake."

  He got off the bike and walked over, opening my door and moving back. "I know that flight or fight syndrome. Let's go, beautiful. I won the bet. I get you for the night."

  I chuckled. "Dinner was what you won."

  He gripped my hand and pulled me against him. "You're playing coy. It's almost cute. We both knew what dinner would lead to."

  "Did we?" I asked breathlessly, feeling far too girly for my liking.

  "Fuck yeah." He brushed his nose against mine before moving in for a long, delicious kiss. "Upstairs. Now."

  I pulled away and turned, walking on wobbly knees up the stairs. He wrapped his hands around my hips and held on tightly until we reached the top. "Scared I was going to fall?"

  "Nope." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and moved us toward his place, opening the door and letting me pass by. "I wanted a reason to touch you. My usual bag of tricks seemed almost silly now."

  "I think I might like to see some of those tricks." I smiled, feeling the effects of the wine mixed with the drunk sensation that lust provided. "Tell me why they call you Doctor Feelgood, Parks. I want to know."

  "Because I never leave a lady without an orgasm." He pulled his shirt over his head and reached for me as the door closed behind me loudly. "Do you know how badly I want to hear you come for me, Ans?"

  I shivered and moved into his arms. His skin was silky beneath my fingers, but his body was so hard and thick. "The other day was my first orgasm with a man."

  "You've had one with a woman?" He cupped the side of my face and leaned down to kiss me.

  I worked to kick off my shoes before working on his slacks. "Shut it."

  "So bossy, baby." He moved back and kicked off his pants, leaving him in tight, black briefs. He reached for my dress and pulled it over my head. My black bra and panties barely covered me. "Fuck, yes. You're so incredible, kitten."

  "Kitten?" I smiled and stood still as he walked around me, his fingertips dragging along my skin.

  "Yeah. You like that?" He stopped in front of me and reached around to undo my bra before tossing it across the room. He moved down, brushing his lips over my nipples as he hit his knees. "Back against the wall, Ans."

  "I'm not sure what I like. You make it hard to breathe." I leaned back against the wall behind me as he moved up and pulled my panties down my trembling thighs.

  "You like your pussy eaten?" He glanced up, and my heart almost stopped in my throat.

  "I don't know." I reached out and ran my fingers down the side of his face. A million emotions raged to life in me. He was everything I knew I wanted and yet denied myself of. Why? Fear.

  "Let's find out." He slid his hands up my body, pushing me back as he gripped my breasts and kneaded them. His tongue ran through my folds, opening me up as he sucked and teased me.

  I moaned and gripped his arms, rolling my hips and fucking his face as he showed me to a new height of pleasure. "More," I whimpered.

  "Wrap your leg around my shoulder." He ran his hands down my body and around to my ass, gripping it tightly as I slid my fingers back into his hair and let him have me. The sound of him lapping at my body was enough to break me, but his fingers playing with my ass just felt naughty. So wickedly forbidden.

  I cried out as my orgasm tore me in two. I jerked around, but he held on tightly, drinking me down and taking full advantage to slide his finger deep into my ass. I screamed as the orgasm built higher and higher. It was too much, but something greedy inside of me let it go. I wanted anything he had to offer, and if this was a foretaste of it, I wasn't going to survive.

  "So delicious, Ans. Give me all you got, baby." He glanced up and flicked his tongue over my clit.

  "Enough." I growled and pulled away from his face. "Enough. Please."

  "My turn." He kissed my sloppy wet slit one more time before helping me stand on my own. He pulled his boxers off, his cock springing from the tight material thick and proud. He ran his hand down it. "On your knees for me."

  I reached out and stroked him a few times, loving the power of having him in my hand. "Don't hurt me," I whispered and moved my hands to his hips as I got on my knees.

  "Never." He ran his fingers down the side of my face, and by the look in his eyes, I believed him. He was falling in love with me, and that scared me more than his offer of helping me make a baby. "Choke for me."

  I laughed. "You're horrible. You know that." I leaned in and ran my cheek up the side of his length. His cock was thick and huge, deliciously swollen just for me.

  "You think so?" He gripped his shaft and pressed the meaty head of it in
my mouth.

  I might not know a lot of things, but I knew how to give head. I pressed my hands to his lower stomach and took a deep breath through my nose before leaning in and taking the whole thing in my mouth. He cried out and gripped a large chunk of my hair as he rolled his hips.

  "Ans. You deep throating whore."

  I laughed and choked, moving back as my eyes started to water. "I hate you."

  "I know. It's okay. Use that shit to fuel your fire tonight."

  I didn't need anything to fuel me forward but him. I took him back in my mouth and worshiped his dick for the next half-hour, sucking and kissing, tugging on his flesh and letting him know that he wasn't the only one experienced in bringing pleasure.

  "Fuck," he moaned and gripped my shoulders as he pulled out. "No more. I want you to ride me. I need to feel your body against mine."

  "Me too." I gripped his hand and helped myself up. "Sit in the chair over there."

  "Yeah." He walked to it and dropped down. "I don't have a rubber."

  "You didn't the first time either. Nothing to worry about. I had you tested for everything before you set foot in my hospital."

  I smiled as he gave me a 'really' look. "Yes, really. You're a legend in the medical field."

  "For all the wrong reasons." He glanced up as he gripped my hips and forced me to turn away from him. "Tonight I just wanna pretend that you belong to me."

  "And you to me." I sat down on his lap, sliding down his cock and whimpering as he forced me open. He pressed his teeth to my shoulder and his fingers to my pussy, rolling his rough digits over my sensitive skin as he pumped his hips.

  "Fuck yourself, kitten. I want you to enjoy me."

  "I always do." I pressed my back to his strong chest and lifted my hips until he had nothing but the head of his cock still inside of me. I forced myself back down as my body contracted and pulsed.

  "You gonna come already, Ans?" He tapped my pussy and pumped his hips as my orgasm grew in my stomach.

  "God, yes. I love how you feel inside of me. Bring me over?" I turned my face, and he leaned in, kissing me hard as his fingers tapped against my soft skin like he was playing an instrument.