Doubt (The Connected Series Book 1)

by KA Hobbs

  Wrapping myself up in my dressing gown I go on the hunt for coffee and Doug. I pad into the kitchen and find it empty. Walking over to the kettle I see a note in my mum’s familiar writing.

  Gone to walk Toby. Didn’t want to disturb you. Croissants in the cupboard and fresh coffee beans in the fridge. See you soon darling. Mum X

  Unusually for me, my tummy is hungry. I put on the kettle, fetch the coffee beans from the fridge and put the oven on to warm up the croissants. I switch on the radio while I get breakfast. Grinding the beans and firing up the coffee machine, Dark Horse comes on the radio. I shimmy while I get my breakfast ready, singing and dancing along to it. The smell of the croissants has my tummy growling in hunger, I’m just getting them out of the oven when I hear the door open and the clatter of doggie feet come towards the kitchen.

  “Hi!” I yell as I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.

  Doug appears around the corner looking jaw droopingly gorgeous. Dressed in a chunky black roll neck jumper, jeans and walking boots, his hair all windswept, he looks utterly fuckable.

  “Morning sleepyhead.” he comes towards me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me. He smells of the outside and I can’t help but inhale.

  “Morning.”

  “You were fast asleep when I got up, I didn’t want to wake you. Have you just got up?” He asks, walking me backwards until I feel the counter at my back.

  “Yes. I guess the last few weeks have caught up with me...” I’m not even aware of what he is doing until it is too late, his cold hands have snaked inside my dressing gown and found my nipple, the coldness of his hands makes me gasp.

  “Doug!” I whisper, pushing his hands off me. “We are at my parents!” he dips his head, kissing my neck

  “They aren’t here, they popped to the shop. We’re staying for Sunday lunch by the way.” My sleepy, lust filled brain struggles to process the information all the time Doug’s cold fingers are on my breasts, his tongue licking down my neck.

  “We’re.... what?” I pant, leaning into him.

  “Staying.” kiss “For.” kiss “Lunch.” kiss. I go limp in his arms as one cold finger slides down my tummy to the tie on my dressing gown and tugs. Pushing open my dressing down, he steps back to look at me. His hungry eyes drink me in.

  “God you are beautiful.”

  “Can we do this later? They could come back any minute.” I go to close my dressing gown when he steps forward, halting my hands.

  “Sophie, they just dropped me back. They will be.. “ he looks up at the clock in the kitchen, “at least half an hour. We have time.”

  He picks me up, sitting me on the counter top before stepping in between my legs and taking my lips.

  “Be quick.” I tell him, kissing him deeply.

  “I think I can do that.”

  He reaches down, pulling out his already erect cock. He takes himself in his hand and rubs his cock up and down my folds, the feeling is out of this world.

  “That is so hot.” I can’t tear my eyes away from him.

  Slowly, he pushes into me, filling me, stretching me. He grips my arse, pulling me fully on to him. I link my hands behind his neck and loose myself to the feeling of being totally joined with Doug.

  ***

  “Mum this looks amazing.” We are all sat around the table with what can only be described as a feast in front of us.

  “Thank you darling.” mum smiles. Mum is happiest when she has a houseful to cook for. We all tuck in to delicious roast chicken and everything you could want.

  “It looks like Christmas... just with a chicken and not a turkey.” Doug says, reaching for the sausages wrapped in blankets.

  “It isn’t a roast without all the extras.” Dad agrees taking one of mum’s massive Yorkshire puddings.

  “Doug tells us that you are both off to the Maldives this week?” Mum looks at me, raising an eyebrow,

  “You didn’t mention it when we spoke last week.” I feel the heat in my cheeks.

  “I wasn’t sure what work would be like, so I didn’t want to get too excited about it in case it didn’t happen.” I lie, taking a bite of my stuffing.

  “Have you had your jabs?” dad asks looking worried.

  “Yes, dad.” Doug looks at me and I laugh.

  “Don’t remind me of those.” he frowns.

  “This fine specimen of a man was the biggest wimp when he had them done!” I scoff, “A total baby.”

  “I’m with you there Doug, I hate needles.” Mum takes Doug’s hand and smiles

  “Thank you Elizabeth.” Doug smiles his knicker melting smile.

  “Nice to know someone understands.” he grins at me.

  “How was your trip to New York, Doug?” My dad asks. Doug locks eyes with me and swallows his mouthful of food.

  “It was good, tiring but good.” Doug smiles at my dad. I hope he stops it there, he doesn’t of course.

  “When do you think you will have to go back?”

  “I don’t think it will be for a while, but I will need to go back.” he looks at me and I smile.

  “Hopefully I can go with Doug next time Dad.” I pipe in.

  “I’d love to go to New York.” Doug beams at me and I feel a little flutter in my stomach. That man is too gorgeous for his own good.

  It is seven in the evening and we are still stuffed from lunch and getting ready to leave. Doug is helping me pack the bags when he takes my hand and sits me down.

  “Sophie, I’m really uncomfortable lying to your mum and dad about Abigail.” he looks troubled.

  “We aren’t lying Doug, we just aren’t telling them yet. I need to get it a bit straighter in my head, to be 100% with it before I tell them. They will be concerned and rightly so, so I need to be able to deal with their reactions.” I tell him.

  “I just need a little time, can I have that?” I don’t want our visit to end on this sad note, “I will tell them after our holiday. I promise.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.

  “Okay.” he nods and gets up, putting the last few bits into the bag. “We should make a move; travelling back at this time on a Sunday shouldn’t be too bad.” I get up and wrap my arms around his waist.

  “I’ve had a wonderful weekend with you, Doug. Just what we needed.” his arms come around me and he sighs.

  “It has been. I wish we had longer. But we are off on Wednesday so we can spend time together then.”

  “I can’t wait. Doug, sun, sand and sea... What more could I want?” he presses his groin into me.

  “Sex?” he growls.

  “Well, that goes without saying.” I laugh. “Sex and you are just made for each other.”

  ***

  “Have a safe journey back, sweetheart and an amazing holiday, I look forward to hearing all about it.” I am wrapped in mums arms. “And when you’re ready to tell me what’s going on... I’m here. You know that.” she pulls away and winks at me.

  “How did you know?” I whisper in her ear, I am so surprised I don’t even think to deny it.

  “I’m your mother; I know when something is wrong. Will you tell me soon?” she looks worried.

  “I will. I just need to sort it in my head first. I’m okay though mum. I promise.”

  “Okay.” she kisses my cheek and releases me to my dad.

  “You look after my daughter, Doug. She is so precious.” my mum is hugging Doug.

  “I promise you I will, Elizabeth. She is more precious to me than anything.” he leans down, kissing my mum’s cheek making her blush.

  “I’ll come see you soon dad.”

  “You better, we don’t see you nearly enough.” he grumbles, rubbing my back.

  “You should come see me, I have the spare room.”

  “One day darling girl, one day.”

  Mum and dad wave us off at the door and we make our journey back home. I’m asleep within minutes and only stir when Doug stops the car.

  “Sorry, I can’t keep my eyes open.” I yawn, stretching
in my seat.

  “You’re exhausted, Sophie. I am the cause of that.” he looks sad and I regret falling asleep.

  “No you’re not. I could have come back sooner, Doug. It’s my fault.” I take his hand.

  “Let’s go get a big ass coffee to keep me awake so you have company on the rest of the journey.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Because we are going away, Doug and I hardly see each other Monday and Tuesday. Doug is rushed off his feet with work and leaves before I get up and comes home after I have fallen asleep. I have the days off so spend it packing and shopping. I pick up a white bikini I just know Doug is going to love, he loves me in white. I am sitting at the laptop loading songs onto my iPod and one-clicking books for my eReader when I hear a key in the front door. Doug walks in, carrying shopping bags and a huge smile.

  “I’ve been shopping.” he lifts the bags up, “Want to see what I have?”

  “Of course I do.” I put my laptop down and wait expectantly.

  Doug sits down and kisses me before delving into his first bag. He pulls out two pairs of swimming trunks and two pairs of flip flops. Followed by six t-shirts and three new caps.

  “I like them all.” I nod

  “You’ll love this even more.” he reaches into one last bag and pulls out a red bikini.

  “I’m not sure that will fit you, Doug.” I frown. Rolling his eyes he hands it to me.

  “It will fit you though. Can I get a preview?” he grins at me mischievously.

  “Absolutely not. You, Mr. Roberts, have to wait.” I kiss him quickly, jumping off the sofa before he gets any ideas.

  “Thank you!” I yell as I run up the stairs to put it in my suitcase.

  “I’m going to phone Abigail, I won’t be able to while we are on the flight.” Doug calls up to me.

  “Okay. I’ll keep out of your way.” I hear footsteps up the stairs before Doug appears with a scowl on his face.

  “Can you stop assuming I want you to keep out of the way? I want her to know about you Sophie.”

  “Sorry,” I pout, feeling like a child being told off.

  “You don’t have to be sorry.” He flops on the bed and dials a FaceTime call to Abigail. When the call is connected, a different voice answers.

  “Hi Doug.”

  “Hello Jane, how are you?” Nana? I mouth to him. He nods.

  “I’m great. Do you want to speak to Abs?”

  “Yes please. How has she been?” Doug props himself up on the bed and stretched his legs out in front of him.

  “She has been well. She misses you though; she woke up crying last night asking for you. I thought I best mention it in case she does. She is okay though. Counting down the days on her chart till we come over.” Jane laughs and Doug smiles.

  “I miss her terribly too.”

  “It’s difficult for both of you. I’ll just get her for you.” I hear footsteps then Jane’s voice again.

  “Abs, it’s your daddy for you.” there is a high pitched squeal and then I hear Abigail’s voice.

  “DADDY!”

  “Baby girl. Are you okay?”

  “Yes! I was just practising my dancin’, do you wanna see?” Doug leans forward, almost like he is trying to get closer to her.

  “Yes I do.” Doug looks over to me and grins, waving me over.

  “Are you ready?” I hear her call. I can tell she has placed the phone down somewhere as her voice is quieter.

  “Yes.” Doug replies.

  I hear Timber begin to play and then I see Abigail dancing on Doug’s screen. She is wearing a little pink t-shirt and white shorts with a little cowboy hat and pink cowboy boots. She is wiggling her little butt and she is doing some kind of line dancing, kicking her heels together and dipping her hat. I smile as she does a twirl and it throws her off balance.

  “Can you see me, daddy?” she calls coming closer to the screen to see if Doug is watching.

  I don’t think to move, so captured by this beautiful little girl.

  “Who is that, daddy?” Doug looks to me and I smile and nod.

  “This is my very special friend Sophie, Abigail. Would you like to say hello?”

  “Yes.” Doug hands me the phone and I look at the screen.

  “Hello Abigail. You are a very good dancer.” I smile, I see the pride in her eyes as she smiles at me.

  “Thank you, Sophie. Can you dance?” he looks at me with eager eyes,

  “Not as well as you can. You are the most beautiful dancer I have ever seen.” she giggles and pulls on her plait pigtails.

  “Can my daddy dance, Sophie?” she asks.

  “Yes, he can most certainly dance. Get him to show you when you see him.” I look over at Doug, who has a look of total happiness on his face. I love you he mouths at me.

  “Is he there Sophie?” Abigail asks.

  “Yes he is, I will pass you back to him. It was lovely to talk to you.” she waves her little hand at the screen and blows me a kiss.

  “Bye Sophie.” I pass the phone over to Doug who smiles brightly at his little girl.

  “Daddy, can I see you dance?” Doug throws his head back and laughs,

  “When you come to my house you can. We’ll dance together.”

  Doug’s response causes Abigail to squeal with joy. I point to the door and smile, I’ll see you downstairs, he nods and I leave them to it. The sound of happy chatting filling the air. Doug reappears half hour later, happy and freshly showered in jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Abigail has been asking lots of questions about you.” he smiles pouring us both a glass of wine.

  “Has she?” I raise my eyebrows, surprised.

  “Yes. She said you were very pretty too. Of course, I agreed with her.” He takes a seat next to me on the sofa and I snuggle into his side.

  “What else did she say?” I’m intrigued.

  “She asked if we are getting married. When we will live together. If she can meet you. Where you work. Do you like pink.” he laughs at that last one.

  “Wow. Some of those are deep questions for someone so small.”

  “She is a deep little girl, in some ways; she is so much older than her years. I told her you didn’t live here, we weren’t getting married... yet…and that yes, she could meet you.”

  “And she said...?”

  “Well, she said she was looking forward to meeting you the most.” I turn to look at him.

  “Really?” I can’t help the shock in my voice.

  “Really. Why are you surprised? You are amazing! Of course she would want to meet you. She is so open to love, Sophie. She has the biggest heart.”

  “I am excited to meet her, Doug. I really am.”

  “It looks like she is too.”

  We eat dinner then head to bed both of us tired and not looking forward to the overnight flight. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling cold. It only takes me about ten seconds to realise why. Doug is over on his side of the bed and has completely stolen all the covers. I poke his naked butt with my big toe repeatedly until he stirs.

  “Stop poking me!” he turns over to face me, “Why are you poking me?” he looks so sleepy and adorable.

  “You’ve stolen all the covers!” I grab the corner and pull. Nothing happens as Doug is wrapped in them.

  “Can I please have some covers before my nipples fall off?” his head lifts off the pillow at the mention of my nipples.

  “Your nipples?” He makes the funniest face and I fall back onto the bed laughing. Real belly, tears running down my face laughing. I feel a tap on the head, when I open my eyes, I look up into the amused face of Doug.

  “What is so funny?”He asks, trying not to laugh.

  “I have no idea!” Wiping my eyes I try to speak. I start laughing again. Doug just looks at me, with an amused look on his face.

  “You’re crazy.” he laughs at me.

  My tummy is hurting from too much laughing and I need a wee. I scramble up and run to the bathroom. When I make my way bac
k to the bedroom, Doug is laying back, the picture of relaxation and he has his very large, very erect cock in his big hand and is stroking himself.

  “What are you doing?” I hop onto the bed and cover myself up.

  “Waiting for you...” he husks out.

  “I think you are doing more than that.”

  “Watching you laugh like that, turns me on. Big time.” I watch his hand move up and down the length of him and feel a sudden rush of wetness between my legs.

  “I’m not going to help you out, Doug.” I make sure to keep eye contact with him.

  “You’re not...?” he speeds up a little, running his free hand down his stomach.

  “Nope. I’m tired and I need to go to sleep. Goodnight, Doug.”

  I close my eyes and pretend not to be bothered by the huge hunk of male pleasuring himself next to me.

  “I will just have to keep going on my own then....”

  My plan works, there is nothing I find sexier in the bedroom than Doug pleasuring himself, and he knows it. I crack open one eye and peek at him. My mouth waters, he is so sexy... and he knows it. He kneels up, coming nearer to me as he runs his hand up and down his erection.

  “I think you need to be uncovered.” With one tug, the cover is on the floor and I am lying there naked, wet and excited. He leans down to whisper in my ear.

  “I’m going to come over your fabulous tits, Sophie.” I shudder at his words and close my eyes. I don’t say anything; I just open my eyes and watch him.

  The sight of his big hand moving up and down his thick erection is so incredibly erotic. I chance a glance at him and his eyes are hooded. I can’t help but dip my hand between my legs as I watch Doug. I am so wet and ready. As he speeds up, my breath hitches. As my hand speeds up, his breath hitches. The only light in the room is from the window and it makes Doug even more breathtaking.

  “I’m close, Sophie.” his fist is pumping even faster.

  “I’m right there, Doug.”