"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 hardest 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."
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.
His hips bumped against my ass hard and fast as he pulled his huge shaft in and out of my wetness. I held on for a few more seconds before I lost it.
I cried out his name against his lips and lifted up, meeting him stroke for delicious stroke. He tightened his hold on my mound and pulled at my skin as I moaned loudly, completely comfortable with letting myself go in front of him.
"So close, angel." He licked my neck and gripped one of my breasts hard as he rammed into me from below. "I want to be the one to give you what you want."
A baby?
"Don't stop," I mumbled and arched my back, contracting my body to give him the tightest hold he might get.
"That's it. Milk it, Ans. Milk that dick."
"God, yes." I closed my eyes and worked my hips, pulling at his cock until he forced me to stop.
I relaxed against him, his body still tucked inside of mine, twitching and pumping out come.
"Stay with me tonight." He kissed the side of my face as he ran his finger through my wetness in slow, steady motions. I wanted more of him. I wanted a whole night, but I knew better.
If I stayed, I might never want to leave.
So, I did what was best for both of us. I kissed him goodbye, got dressed and walked out like I was just another woman who occupied his bed. Crying all the way home wasn't part of the plan, but starting to fall for the biggest playboy in hospital history wasn't either.
17
Parks
An odd feeling settled in the center of my chest the morning after Ansley left. It was the realization that I didn't have the time I needed to break down her walls and destroy my own. It wasn't a quick fix or an after fuck that was going to heal either of us.
I was an idiot for thinking it was.
After drinking a cup of coffee and choking down a few pieces of toast, I got dressed and headed up to the hospital. I missed my house back in New York and my friends. Starting over sucked balls, and wasn't for me at all. I was comfortable being who I was back in New York. This new, more sensitive mother fucker was starting to get on my nerves a little.
Not that I wouldn't have been soft toward Ansley back in New York, but something about being alone made me even more willing to consider and even promise things that I knew I'd never really do. Not in the long run at least.
It was for the best that she left the night before, though a chiding voice ran through my head all morning, trying to convince me otherwise.
I got to the hospital and parked next to a car full of residents. They didn't hide the fact that I was the topic of conversation, but such was life. I was in a good enough mood to let them be. Good karma would come back my way, or so I hoped.
Ansley got out of her c
ar about the time I walked by it, assuming she was already inside. The door smacked against me, and I stepped back, offering her a cocky grin.
"That's work place violence, Miss."
She rolled her eyes and got out. "I'm running late. File a complaint with the Chief of Staff. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear I mutilated something."
"Mutilated? That's a bit much." I smiled and moved back, closing the door for her as she walked toward the hospital. I had to jog to catch up. Seemed as though our little love making session wasn't making much of an impression on the Ice Princess.
"We have to stop by Nolan's office. He texted me a few minutes ago asking where the hell we were." She gave me a sideways glance, something like she might do to a pesky teenager.
"No one told me about a meeting with Nolan this morning." I pulled out my phone to check for messages. "We're just supposed to read minds now?"
"I was going to text you once I got inside." She walked through the door, her head held high. The saucy bitch was acting like I wasn't even there. Crazy.
Anger burned through me, and I reached out and grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Hey. Did we make love last night, cause I remember something like that happening. Nice dinner. Flowers. Wild, passionate sex. You screaming my-"
She reached up and clamped her hand over my mouth as her cheeks flushed. "Stop it. We're at the hospital, and last night was amazing, but it was the past. Leave it there."
That odd feeling from earlier woke back up. It was a chill, a coldness, the numbness of rejection. So maybe I wasn't the only one trying to think things through. Obviously, Ansley had pondered on us a little too and came up short. Fuck me.
I moved back, turned and walked toward Nolan's office. If she wanted to keep things professional, then I would do just that, but she wasn't going to like it. I was a dick back in New York. A cocky one, and namely because I could be. I busted my balls in the OR and made sure to be the fastest, the brightest - the best.
She was behind me, or so I assumed, so I made sure to push the door a little harder than usual when I walked into Nolan's office. Hopefully, she could slip through and not think too much of it. She wasn't after a gentleman, and it was a damn good thing. Cause, I wasn't one.
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