“Doc, I don’t want regret to outlast the alcohol tonight.”
He seemed so serious…I’d never seen him this sober.
“No regrets, Mr. Scott. Promise?”
“You’re beautiful,” he answered and my gaze fell from his. Taking a compliment was like taking a punch to the gut. I’d never been told I was beautiful.
“So are you,” I answered staring at his sculpted, hard torso.
He lifted my chin until our eyes connected.
“Doc, do you want me?”
“Yessss,” I panted. “But Kieran…I think that…do you think that…I mean…should we stop?”
Within a short second, he discarded his jeans, removed the sexy boxer briefs and left me with my mouth open. I know I was 23, but I’d never seen a man…that naked.
“Lay back,” he directed and I did exactly as he said scooting further up on the mattress.
He lifted his jeans and pulled his wallet out. I recognized the condom package and watched as he tore it with his teeth and slid it down the full length of him. My entire body clenched in a mix of anticipation and fear. I’d only felt one other guy with my hand and Kieran was much larger in comparison. I considered telling him that I was a virgin…but I was scared he’d laugh at that. And it made me sound so…inexperienced.
His hands caressed up my thighs as he leaned over me, one hand once again sliding beneath the elastic of my panties. Just his touch took my breath away and when his thumb rubbed over the spot that I knew would drive me wild, I gasped loudly. Blood rushed to my face but only for a moment before all blood left my head and pulsed to my lower half.
“God, Doc,” he growled then knotted my panties in his hand and ripped them right off my hips. No wonder girls stood in line for this man.
I giggled and he smiled down at me.
“Patient much?” I asked.
He shook his head laying against me our foreheads touching. His mouth was on fire as he swept kisses over my lips.
“I want you…” he groaned.
“Then take me,” I whispered.
As he nestled between my legs, I bent my knees to allow better access. And when I felt him begin to slide in, I tried to relax and breathe.
“Aaah!” I semi-shouted and he reared back looking at me with his first full stroke. I closed my eyes and his hand slid behind my neck pulling my face into the crevice in his neck.
His pace was slow in the beginning and after the initial shock of his size and the first time that barrier had ever been broken…I began arching my hips up to meet him.
“Jesus, Megan. You feel incredible,” he said brushing a kiss over my forehead.
His movements slowed and he rose to his knees, lifting my knees. Damn. It felt like he was touching my freaking ribs.
“Kieran,” I whimpered, trying to push through the slight burning of newly torn skin.
His thumb covered my sweet spot again and he gently rubbed circles as he continued moving in and out, which was a mix of pleasure and pain. This would be my first orgasm with a guy.
Oh holy hell, he was good. I reached up and ran my fingers through my own hair. That’s when his mouth lowered over my breast. That did it…his mouth on my breast, his thumb continuing its assault and his steady penetration. Then there was my buzz where I allowed it all. Uninhibited. For the first time in my life, I allowed a man to have possession of me…to fulfill my needs and satisfy a desire I barely knew existed.
“Kieran…ohhh…ahhh,” I sighed.
I lost myself in the moment, feeling my insides grab hold of him over and over again as the climax shot through me.
“Oh God,” he panted. “Megan…aaah,” he grunted out slamming into me on the last few strokes. I braced myself the best I could. His body trembled…or was it mine?
No!…I didn’t want it to be over.
He rested at my side, still inside me and with his right hand; he caressed my cheek, shoulder and arm, spreading kisses over my forehead. Then as quick as that, he was out of me and spun around to the side of the bed, pulling off the condom. I’d heard about women bleeding after their first time and I prayed it was dark enough that if I had bled, he didn’t see it.
I lay there for a second while he wrapped the condom in a tissue. Then my mind got the best of me. I shouldn’t just be laying here. He was done. We were done. I reminded myself what this was. This was his bed. This was his room. This was actually the first time I’d looked around. He kept it meticulously clean.
He sat back down on the bed I’m sure wanting to rest. It was late and I stood up…awkwardly naked. My shirt was in the other room. He glanced over to me.
“You OK?” he asked in the sexiest, laziest voice.
How do I answer that? I wanted nothing more then to lie in his arms. But we both knew he wasn’t that type of guy.
“Yeah,” I nodded feeling my face blush red. “I’m fine. Like really fine, Mr. Scott,” I said with a wink.
A side of his mouth pulled up into a sheepish grin. One of his T-shirts was lying over a chair and I snatched it and slid it over my head.
“Doc, that shirt’s dirty. Let me get you a different one.”
That would be a hell to the no!! It reeked of Kieran and I thought I might roll out a second orgasm just smelling it. As sore as my body was…blood rushed south again making me feel woozy…ready for a second session with Kieran.
“Nooo. This is fine. I just need to get my shirt and find my room.”
He rose to his feet and slid on his boxer briefs but his eyes were pulled together in thought. What was he thinking? That’s one question to never ask right after sex! Right?
It should be illegal to look as good as he looked. This shit doesn’t happen to me… He turned away from me so I took advantage of the moment and walked out.
Outside in the hall, I rested my head against the wall needing the support and focusing solely on my breathing. I pressed on my abdomen trying to make the ache go away. Wearing this damn shirt wasn’t a good idea. The smell of him served as an aphrodisiac.
Suddenly, his arm wrapped around my waist and his body pressed firmly against my back. It was clear his thoughts weren’t far from mine. I assumed he too was ready for another round when I felt the extreme hardness of him next to my tailbone. That was fast but it made me smile. Resilient little sucker!
He quickly swished my hair to the side and his razor stubble caught my neck when he kissed it. I reached around grabbing hold of the back of his head.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he ordered and I did, dropping my sweats and my underwear at our feet. I arched my back toward him and he growled.
“What the hell?” he unexpectedly said raising my shirt off my back.
“What?”
“What is this?” he chuckled tracing something near my tailbone.
THE TATTOOS!!! Shit. I fought to spin around and he held me in place.
“Kieran! It was a joke. It’ll wash off!” I spat out.
“K + M and a heart, huh?”
“It was a joke. We were drunk and being stupid.”
“Keep your hands on the wall,” he said a little more harshly.
I’m sure this freaked him out! SHIT!
One of his arms still held my waist, and the other ventured down to my the broken skin and suddenly I was nervous. But he dipped slowly into me, wetting his finger before plunging deeper.
“Aaah, Kieran.”
“Doooc…” he groaned in my ear using my wetness against me and starting to rub my sweet spot again. “Somebody wants it again, doesn’t she?”
Unknowingly, I shoved back into him, away from the wall. But the strength of his body resisted my movement. On the verge of exploding a second time, I pushed against him harder. So did he. My hands started to slide down the wall.
“Hands on the wall, Doc, and answer my question,” he demanded and I raised them back up continuing to drive my body against him.
“What question?” I whispered teetering on the edge.
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I nodded.
“Say it!” he hissed rubbing himself against my back.
All I could think about was him invading my body again. I didn’t care how much it hurt.
“Yesss!” I hissed back and the tip of his finger circled perfectly, drawing me closer as his other hand moved up my chest to my breast. And when he rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb, I cried out, releasing myself and completely relying on his arms for my strength to stand. Slowly he moved his finger inside me to feel my body pulse against his touch.
Unexpectedly, he effortlessly lifted me around my waist and we were in his bathroom where he grabbed another condom. My entire body clenched with fear and excitement.
“I want inside you, now!” he said resting my feet on the cold stone floor.
He gently turned me around and I placed my hands on the wall before he asked as he nudged my feet further apart. When I heard the tear of the foil package and the silence of him rolling it on, I closed my eyes. It was when his hands took possession of my hipbones that my heart began to pound heavily in my chest.
At first I felt just his presence at the entrance as he rubbed back and forth. Then slowly, he pushed in. A long slow inhalation came through his lips. This was a different angle but yet he still took my breath. I think he was ripping me…but within a few minutes, the pain dissipated and pleasure won out.
My legs trembled so terribly that he finally pulled out and spun me around. Before I knew it, he raised me up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he pled so I did and when he lowered me next to him, he speared me again and I cried out. But I still had a little give, not taking all of him, until my back met the wall.
“Look at me,” he insisted.
And I did but I was so tired and so exhausted and spent…I had nothing to give. He pressed his lips to mine breathing life into me. I would never grow tired of him or his body or the way he touched me.
“Kieran,” I wailed out again.
His movements sped and I could tell by his breaths that he must have been getting close. I’d never wanted to please a man so much in my life. Everything about Kieran was arousing and sexy.
Suddenly, he gave several harder pumps forcing me to cry out and then him as well.
“Megan…” he moaned and his forehead fell to the crook of my neck. I wrapped him fully in my arms and kissed his ear but literally collapsed on his body.
After standing there for a few long minutes, our breathing slowing together, he pushed off the wall and began walking me down the hallway turning into a dark room. Holding me with one arm, he used the other hand to pull the bed sheets down. He lifted me off of him, leaving my body feeling like an abandoned, vacant building—then gently lay me on the cold sheets. A shiver rippled through me when he pulled the covers up tucking me in, tenderly kissing my forehead.
“Sleep,” he said roughly staring at me for a moment. My eyelids were heavy but at the same time, I didn’t want him to go. Then he was near my ear, his lips so close they tickled. “I’m sorry the tattoo is temporary, goodnight, Doc,” he whispered and before he left the room, my eyes closed but my mouth smiled.
Chapter 23—Kieran
After I tossed the wrapped condom in the trash, I stared at myself in the mirror. She deserved so much more than me. But it didn’t matter. Seeing that tat on her back, I had been pissed at first not knowing what it said. She didn’t seem like a tramp stamp sort of girl. But when I realized it was temporary and it was our initials with a heart. Fuck…how adorable was that. She liked me. In the morning, I would offer her what I had to give. I’d never given effort to any relationship. Doc was different. Even sex was different. Jesus. It was as if it were my first time…as if she were made for me.
I’d never really given two shits if a girl had a good time. For me it was more of a sprint…not a marathon and I wanted to win. If the girl came, bonus. In fact, if I made a girl come, she’d generally want seconds and I didn’t do seconds real often.
Thinking about thirds with Doc made me hard again.
“Stop,” I said out loud to my dick. I’d let him do my thinking all my life. He wasn’t in charge anymore.
Back out in the hall, her sweats and ripped panties were on the floor. I grabbed both then found her bra and shirt in the living room next to mine. Her flip-flops sat next to my recliner. Oddly, I smiled at the sight of them. Kat was the only woman I’d ever had in my house and she never stayed for long. And I, for damned sure, never had a girl overnight here.
I knew Doc was being paid to see me but I think it was more than that for her now. I think she’d see me even if there wasn’t money behind it; but I also knew she needed that money.
I’d made up my mind to tell her about Mom and Dad in the morning. Even the thought brought a lump to my throat. Not looking forward to it…I closed my eyes in my recliner with her shirt in my hand.
“NO!! ANDREW!!” the scream alerted me and I popped upright, running to her room. When I burst through the door, the light from the hallway cast shadows across the room and with the wild look in her eyes, I wasn’t sure she was awake.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as recognition hit her.
Taking the liberty of sliding in the bed next to her, she scooted over making room for me. I sat a little more upright but pulled her next to me.
“Another nightmare about the shooting?”
She nodded, her hand relaxing against my chest.
“Talk to me. Help me think of something else,” she begged.
And I decided now was as good of time as any.
“My parents were killed by a gunman,” I stated, so matter of fact.
Her wide eyes darted up to mine but then she looked away.
“Tell me,” she said softly.
I took a deep breath dreading the feelings that stirred inside.
“It was two years, three months, two weeks and five days ago. An intruder came into my parents’ home. Shot and killed my father first. He was lying on the floor of his office. My mother was shot in the doorway. They think she came in and interrupted what was happening.”
My chest swelled in agonizing pain. And as if she knew, her palm caressed my skin bringing me more comfort than I’d ever known. I kissed the top of her head inhaling the scent of her hair.
“Who did it? Why?” she asked.
My entire body tensed beneath her and I literally felt like I would vomit. I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger.
“I don’t know why. They don’t know who.” That’s all I said.
“I’m sorry, Kieran,” she whispered.
“Me too.”
“As a therapist, I feel like I should say something eloquent or powerful. But…I’m at a loss. I’m so very sorry you were hurt.” She whimpered at the end and I felt a tear hit my chest.
“Doc? Why are you crying?”
She shrugged. “I know that hurt…devastated you. And that hurts me.”
I remained quiet unsure what to say to that. I remembered Kat hurting with me…crying with me, when everything happened. I didn’t mean for this to hurt Doc. I felt her body slowly tense. Mine seemed to tense with fear, I didn’t know how to do this.
“Don’t cry, Doc.” I felt tension in my words and I didn’t want that.
“I can probably go back to sleep now,” she said. “I’m really sorry for waking you.”
That was my cue to leave. I slid from behind her and pulled the covers up.
“No worries,” I said and walked to the door.
“Kieran?”
I spun around and glanced at her red hair spread across the white pillowcase. She still looked beautiful.
“Life’s not fair sometimes and I’m really sorry that whatever happened was so unjust,” she spoke with tears still lingering.
“Thank you,” I whispered, offering her a slight smile and closed the door.
Chapter 24—Megan
“That hurts me too?” I whispered out loud. How stupid was that to say? I gr
abbed the pillow and pretended to be suffocating myself.
Seriously…you can’t say things like that to Kieran. His body in its entirety tensed beneath me when those words came out. And his hand that was running the length of my hair stopped moving…what the hell Megan!
It was important that I kept my place here. There were probably going to be other girls…my stomach rolled with that thought. Giving my virginity away was one thing, but giving it to Kieran Scott…was an error in judgment. Though I would never regret it, I’d regret never finding a man who could be what he was.
When I woke up the next morning, Kieran’s smell was all around me. The thought of him being in my bed made my head spin, but as I moved my legs around I could tell he wasn’t close, it was only the intoxicating T-shirt that I wore. When I went to move, there was an unfamiliar soreness between my legs, and the memories from last night flooded through my mind.
Even though I was buzzed, I wouldn’t blame what happened on the alcohol. I’d wanted Kieran from the beginning but tried desperately to maintain my professionalism. And go figure…we have sex and he opens up. A sadness came over me when I thought about what he’d shared. Both parents gunned down in a home invasion. How horrible… The thoughts of Kieran brought on thoughts of Andrew. I decided I’d head to the hospital to see him today…
I lay in bed for the longest time, listening for noises that Kieran was up and around. We’d come to no agreement or boundaries about the bathroom or anything, really; I didn’t want to wear out my welcome.
Kieran was long gone when I finally got up, but he left a note on the kitchen counter that said he had errands to run. Before getting ready, I walked through the house—a piece of me wanting to snoop—to go through some of his things, but I didn’t. I did, however, walk the house in its entirety trying to gather a small piece of him in my head.
As I drove to the hospital, I couldn’t help but wonder what errands he had. And I couldn’t help but wonder if it was to avoid seeing me. Even though I had no regrets, if I had to voice one, it would be the level of awkwardness it would now bring to us living together.
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