“All right, let's get you cleaned up,” I tell Paisley, handing over a napkin so that she can wipe her frosting-covered face. She lucked out and got the last unicorn cupcake the shop had. The pink and purple frosting piled high on top now covers her cheeks, nose, and even some on her chin.
“Let me help,” Lindsay offers, taking a clean napkin from the holder on the table. She wipes at the frosting, rather than smearing it like Paisley was doing. “Actually, let's go to the bathroom, and we can wash it better in there.”
“I can take her,” I offer, not wanting Lindsay to feel obligated to take care of Paisley.
“I’ve got it,” she insists, resting her hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be right back,” she says, squeezing where her hand rests before they head down the little hall to the girls' bathroom.
“Your daughter is super cute,” the young woman that helped us and who is now wiping down tables says.
“Thanks. She’s the best.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” Paisley calls out as she bounces down the hall. Maybe the sugar rush from the cupcake wasn’t my brightest idea tonight.
“What?” I asked, bouncing my head up and down, matching each of her bouncing steps. She reaches me and finally comes to a stop.
“Lindsay said she’d braid my hair after I take a bath tonight!”
“She did, did she?” I ask, looking up at Lindsay now that she’s joined us, and see her nodding her agreement.
“That I did,” she confirms. “But only after she has a bath and her hair is washed. She somehow got frosting in it, so I figured that was the best way to get it out. Sorry if a bath wasn’t in the plans tonight,” she says apologetically.
“We can definitely handle a bath,” I say. “How about we get out of here and head home. I think we’ve got just enough time for a bath, hair braiding time, and then bed,” I say to both of them as I bounce Paisley on my knee where she’s perched. “Sound good?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Lindsay agrees, as does Paisley.
I set Paisley down, then stand and grab the used napkins from the table and toss them in the trash before heading back outside. I snag Lindsay’s hand, entwining our fingers and giving her hand a little squeeze.
“Daddy, can you carry me?” Paisley asks, not even five feet out the door.
“Sure can,” I tell her, swooping her up in my arms. Once situated, I slip my hand back into Lindsay’s as we cross the parking lot for my truck.
* * *
“Well, well, well, what is going on in here?” I ask from the doorway. It took me two books before Paisley was asleep tonight. That’s after a half-hour bath, followed by Lindsay brushing out and then braiding her hair, all while we watched an episode on Disney Junior.
“I figured we would do some cuddling of our own, in here,” Lindsay says, patting the bed next to her. I don’t need another invitation. I reach behind me and grab the collar of my T-shirt and tug it over my head, tossing it toward the hamper in the corner. My bedroom door closes behind me with a click. I unfasten my belt, letting it hang open as I pop the top button on my jeans. Since Lindsay is already under the covers and she’s got them pulled up completely, I can only assume she’s mostly naked underneath.
“Yes, ma’am,” I finally reply. I shuck my jeans and socks, leaving me in only a pair of boxer briefs. My cock is already standing at full mast, ready to find the sexy woman underneath the blankets.
I pull back the blankets on my side, leaving Lindsay covered, still. I slide onto the mattress, situating myself on my side, facing her. “Come here,” I growl, reaching out and pulling her flush against me. My hands roam up and down her warm, naked flesh until I come to a bra and lower until I feel her panties. I can work with this.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you all damn day,” I say before I suck on the side of her throat. I slip a finger beneath her panties and find her wet. I groan against her skin as I suck a little harder, moving my lips to a new spot as to not leave a hickey on her throat. I don’t think she’d be too happy about that come tomorrow.
I break away. “I need these off, now,” I instruct, tugging at the waistband of her panties.
“Oh,” she says, I think, a little shocked I’m jumping right in. She shimmies out of them and I shuck my own briefs. I grab my cock, squeezing the base to try and calm the blood flow down slightly. I’ve got plans for tonight, and he’s just going to have to wait his turn. I’ve got a pussy to make come, first, multiple times, if I’m lucky.
“That’s better,” I say against her lips before I cover them with my own. I take advantage of her opening up for me, our tongues dueling as I kiss her as deeply as I possibly can. The fire that is coursing through my body has me ready to burst. While I kiss the fuck out of her, I tweak her nipples between my fingers now that they’re exposed to me. She lost the bra when the panties came off, leaving the two of us naked.
I kiss my way down her body, nipping and sucking her sensitive and most responsive areas. Places like the underside of her breasts, the area just above each hip bone, below her navel, but above her mound. I slide further down the bed, settling my shoulders between her thighs. The smell of her arousal fills my nostrils as I slide the tip of my tongue through her slit.
“Yes!” Lindsay cries at the movement.
“You like that?” I ask, more a rhetorical question. One that I really don’t need a verbal answer for. I slide my tongue up and down a few more times, purposely avoiding her clit with each pass. I know that’s the one spot she really wants my mouth, but I want her coming apart at the seams before I give in. Building up the anticipation, I slide a finger inside her, immediately feeling her muscles clench around it I find that bundle of nerves on the inside and rub it softly.
A string full of jibberish falls from Lindsay’s lips as I continue my assault, looking for the few seconds of pure bliss. I finally take pity, flicking my tongue over the bundle of nerves that makes up her clit. I suck it hard into my mouth and increase the thrusts of my fingers. Because of the amount of time I spent building her up, she exploded on my fingers and tongue in a matter of seconds. I slow my strokes, sliding my fingers from her pussy. I kiss her inner thighs, first, then drop a few more open-mouthed kisses to her skin as I push up the bed. Once back up near the pillows, I reach over and grab a condom from the nightstand. I tear the package open with my teeth, then roll it down my cock. I stroke myself a few times while I wait for Lindsay to come down from her intense orgasm.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yes,” Lindsay agrees. I tug her until she’s straddling me. I can feel my cock sliding through her folds as she moves her hips back and forth over the top of me.
“I need inside you, baby,” I tell her as I reach between us and line my cock up with her entrance. She starts to sink down, her body pulsing around the crown. I hold on to her hips and thrust up hard until I can’t fill her any more. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grit out, grinding my molars to keep from being loud. The last thing we need right now is Paisley busting through the door.
“Ride me,” I instruct once Lindsay adjusts to me being inside of her. She rotates her hips a few times, finding what is going to work best. Her hands pressed against my chest, and my hands still on her hips as I help guide her body up and down as she bounces on my shaft. Her body is squeezing me as she builds towards her release.
“I’m close,” she moans out, her movements becoming a little more ragged as she chases her release.
“That’s it, babe. Come on my cock,” I tell her, sliding a hand between us and finding her clit with my thumb. I press against the bundle of nerves, rubbing it just how I know she likes it. I feel her orgasm hit; her bouncing stops as she collapses forward, her mouth resting next to my ear as she pants heavily through the release. I grip her hips once more, holding her tight as I thrust up, pounding into her as I chase my own release. The tightness that envelopes my cock makes the friction on my shaft intensify the sensations. My orgasm barrels down my spine, and I pull her lips to my own to
keep from yelling out as I come, filling the condom.
I break the kiss, gulping in air as I work to catch my breath. “You good?” I ask, running my hand up and down Lindsay’s back. She’s lying on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her warm body.
“Perfect,” she murmurs, her breath hitting my neck.
I lay there for a few minutes, completely content to bask in the hormones. The only noise is that of our labored breathing as we both work on slowing down. The moment is broken when Lindsay pushes up until she is sitting, still straddling me with my softening cock inside of her. I purposely twitch it, causing the most beautiful laugh to fall from her lips.
“How about a shower before we fall asleep?” I suggest.
“Yes,” she says, sliding off me. I immediately miss her warmth and tightness.
I follow her to the bathroom, stopping to grab two clean towels from the cabinet. She turns on the water while I dispose of the condom. I watch as she rummages through her bathroom bag that sits on my counter, pulling something out. I watch as she pulls her hair up and into a messy bun on the top of her head before she steps into the shower.
I follow her, taking a few seconds to adjust the warmth of the water. She likes hers a little hotter than I like my showers, usually, but it's amazing what I’ll put up with for this woman. “Do I get to soap you up?” I ask, wrapping my arms around her body, my hands cupping her breasts as my lips find her exposed neck. With her hair out of the way, it is all open territory for me. I tweak her nipples between my fingers, her ass starts to rub against my cock, springing it back to life as I harden against her backside.
“How do you do this to me?” she asks, turning in my arms, hers going around my neck as she presses our bodies flush together. “I already need you again,” she tells me before pulling my mouth to hers.
I take control, backing her up against the tile wall. I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her up until her legs wrap around my waist. Pinned against the wall, I devour her mouth as I glide my cock through her folds, hitting her clit with each thrust.
“I need you inside me,” she moans.
“I don’t have a condom in here,” I tell her, needing to remember to stash some in here for future showers.
“I’m on birth control,” she says, and I’m caught off guard. Is she saying what I think she is? “And I’m clean.”
“What are you saying, Lindsay?” I question, needing to know what she is alluding to. I need to know that she’s okay with me going bare inside of her. I’ve never done that, to my knowledge. Lilly and I are confident that a failed condom is what got us Paisley.
“I’m okay with it if you are. If you aren’t, then that’s okay,” she rambles.
“I’m more than okay with it, baby.” I kiss her hard, wanting her to know that I’m more than okay with this.
“I’ve never,” I remind her. “And, of course, I’m clean, but are you sure? I don’t want any regrets to come tomorrow morning,” I tell her honestly.
“Tucker, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to leave this shower and go take care of things myself.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, even if the idea of watching her pleasure herself doesn’t make my cock ache and leak with a few drops of pre-cum. I reach down, grabbing my cock; I slide the tip through her folds one more time before lining us up. I thrust my hips up, filling her completely. The feeling of her bare has my eyes crossing. The way her body envelopes me has me thinking this is what heaven must be like.
I find a fast rhythm, bottoming out with each thrust. The wall helps pin Lindsay’s body exactly where I need her to be. My lips find their way back to hers, and I kiss her deeply as I piston my hips, filling her with fast and deep thrusts. I swallow her cries as she comes all over my cock. The way her body convulses around my cock has as my own orgasm racing through my body. I snap my hips one last time against her and feel as my body unleashes and fills her with my cum. My mind jumps forward to visions of her belly swollen with our child, and it does nothing but spur on my desire for this woman.
13
Lindsay
“We’ve got two MVAs inbound. Adult woman and a female minor!” Betty calls out after she hangs up with one of the inbound ambulance crews.
“I’m on it,” I call out, jumping up from my chair as I pull out a gown and face shield to get on so I’m fully protected when the ambulance arrives, and the patient is in front of us.
Dr. Knight comes up beside me as we wait at the ambulance doors; I can hear the sirens as they pull into the bay, and wait for them to come to a stop before the back door pops open and the paramedic jumps out. Allison and Dr. Murray go to meet that patient, and Dr. Knight and I take the second one that pulls in just a few seconds later.
The paramedic who was driving the second ambulance starts calling out information to us before he reaches the back door. “Female passenger, five years old. Was properly secured in a five-point harness. She’s got a fractured arm and is complaining of belly, chest, and neck pain,” he says, and I take in everything he’s just told me. The doors finally pop open, and the stretcher is pulled out. It isn’t until the stretcher is next to me that I realize that the little girl in front of me is Paisley. The scared look on her face makes tears spring to my eyes. I suck in a deep breath, willing my tears to go away. I’ve got to be strong for her in this moment.
“Lindsay!” she cries. “Where’s my mommy?”
“I’m right here, baby. Your mommy is being looked at by another doctor; she’s in the next room over,” I tell her, pointing in the direction of the other trauma bay.
“I want my mommy and daddy,” Paisley calls out again.
“I know, baby, and I’ll have someone call Daddy, okay?”
“Okay,” she sniffles as everyone gets to work on her. Dr. Knight assesses her, calling out orders to everyone. I work on keeping her calm as I administer some pain meds he’s ordered. We draw labs, x-rays are taken to confirm the broken arm, as well as to check for other fractures. Thankfully, the exam and ultrasound show no internal bleeding, so no need for surgery.
“Where’s my daughter?” I hear an all too familiar deep voice from the hall. “She was brought in by an ambulance, car accident. I need to see my daughter!” he booms again.
“Sir, calm down. I’ll see what I can find out for you,” one of the new interns says to Tucker. I step out of Paisley’s treatment room and close the distance to him.
“I’ve got this,” I say to the intern at the desk. “Tucker,” I get his attention.
“Lindsay,” his voice cracks, and he brings his fist up to his mouth, biting back another outburst. “Please tell me she’s okay. She has to be okay.”
“She’s going to be just fine. Nothing a pink cast won’t fix in just a few weeks,” I tell him. “Now, take a deep breath, and you can go in and see her.”
He wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my neck, and I can feel his body shaking as he sobs. I can’t imagine the call he got, informing him his daughter was at the ER after being in an accident.
I hold him close, shouldering his pain as he lets it all out. He’s got his turnout pants on since he’s on shift right now, and if he leaves the firehouse, not only is his entire truck probably here, but they have to be ready to go if they were to be called out.
“Ready to go see your girl?” I ask once he’s pulled himself back together.
“Yes, please take me to her.” I grip his hand and lead him into the trauma bay.
“Paisley,” he sighs her name as he steps through the door. He assesses her as she lays on the bed. We’ve splinted her arm, as we’re still waiting on ortho to come for her consult to determine if she needs surgery, or if we can just cast it.
“Daddy,” her tired voice calls out as tears slide down her cheeks.
“I’m here, sweetheart,” he tells her, moving to her side. He wipes at her face with his fingers. She looks so small compared to him, but he’s so gentle. I’m sure being a little more so right
now than he would if he was wiping away tears from a fall or some other reason she might cry.
“Where’s Mommy?” she asks again.
“The doctors are still fixing her up,” I tell her. “They should be done soon, and then maybe we can take you to see her, or she can come to see you.”
“Mr. Wild,” Dr. Knight states as he steps back into the trauma bay. He goes over everything that he’s found out so far from test results and what we’re still waiting on, and why we might even need that information. “Overall, Paisley is fortunate; she was protected so well in her car seat. I’m confident that you’ll be taking her home sometime today with just a cast and some pain meds for the next few days. Once we get that ortho consult, we’ll know for sure how to proceed,” he finishes telling Trucker.
“You’re sure no head injuries or internal problems?” Tucker questions.
“I’m confident she’s got neither of those. Her belly was tender upon our first assessment of her, but the ultrasound we performed didn’t show any evidence of her bleeding internally. The tenderness is consistent with where her straps were, so I’m confident that it's just from the impact of the accident. But, we’ll for sure keep an eye on her while she’s here and make sure no changes are noted.”
“Thanks, Doc. And her mother, she’s okay?” Tucker asks.
“I’m not the doctor on her case, but I’ll see what we can find out. Are you family?” he asks.
“Only because we have a daughter together,” Tucker tells him.
“Then, we’ll have to get permission from the patient or her family before we can relay any information to you; I’m sorry,” he tells Tucker.
“I understand.” Tucker sinks down into the chair next to Paisley’s bed, his hand holding on to hers as he rests his forehead against the side of the mattress.
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