Chapter Twenty-Two
Nick
“So neither of them get the name Henry?” I ask sleepily, smiling into the phone in my hand.
“Nope! Isn’t that hilarious? They’ve been arguing for months about who gets to name their son Henry, and they both had girls!” Considering it’s about two in the morning, she sounds like she’s wired to stay up all night long.
At seven o’clock last night, she sent me home to get a bit of my Sunday chores done. Even though I was perfectly content sitting in that waiting room with Meghan and her family, I conceded since my pile of laundry was overflowing and my dirty dishes were ready for the washer. So, I spent the evening catching up on my chores and wishing I were at the hospital with everyone else. That feeling of longing to be with her got worse as darkness fell and I was off to bed.
Alone.
“Everyone is doing fine?” I ask with a yawn.
“They’re all perfect. Lexi had Stella right after you left, after only an hour of pushing, while Jaime just delivered little Amelia almost an hour ago. Everyone is completely over the moon for these two babies, including their daddies. Ryan won’t let anyone else hold her yet, and when I left, Linkin was curled up to Lexi’s side in the hospital bed while she fed the baby. Grandma tried to worm her way into Jaime’s room for the delivery, but was pushed out. No one wants an eighty-two-year-old woman looking on while you’re trying to push a watermelon out of a grapefruit.”
I can’t help it; I cringe. “I’m glad everyone is doing well,” I tell her. After a few passing seconds, I add, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Her confession puts a smile on my face.
“My bed is lonely tonight.”
“Mine too. If it wasn’t so late, I’d come over.”
“Your car is still here,” I remind her.
“Oh yeah. That’ll make getting to work difficult,” she says with a loud yawn.
“I’ll come get you. I’ll even bring fancy coffee.”
“That would be amazing. I can’t believe I have to get up in like four hours. I’m not even tired,” she says with another yawn.
“That’s the adrenaline, but I think it’s starting to wear off.”
“It is,” she concedes. “I’m suddenly really tired.”
“I’ll let you go to sleep, honey. I’ll be there at seven thirty, okay?”
“Thank you,” she says softly, the sound going straight to my cock. Not good, considering I’m home alone tonight.
“Good night, Meggy Pie.”
“Good night, Nicholas Adams, D.D.S.”
I hang up, chuckling, and set my phone down on the nightstand. I reach for the pillow, and I’m not talking about mine. I’m referring to the one that cradled Meghan’s head just twenty-four short hours ago. Like a weirdo, I inhale, the scent of her shampoo filling my senses and not helping my hard-on any.
It’s definitely going to be a long five hours until I see her again.
* * *
“I have a surprise for you,” I tell Meghan as I enter her room.
“A surprise?” she asks, turning and offering me a full-watt smile.
Meghan is wrapping up her day, even though it’s only one o’clock. Since Tuesdays are our late appointments nights, we try not to schedule many afternoon appointments on Mondays, except post-weekend emergencies. Today we are lucky and our last patient was at noon. Patty and Erika left a few minutes ago, which means it’s just me and my dental hygienist left in the empty building.
Alone.
And to say I’m craving her is an understatement.
“I brought lunch,” I tell her, pulling the bag out from behind my back.
Her eyes twinkle as she says, “I’m starving.”
“Me too,” I reply. But not for food.
Unable to resist any longer, I set the bag on the chair and pull her into my arms. She goes willingly, wrapping her hands around my waist and holding on tight. When she’s finally against me, I grasp the sides of her face with my hands and lower my lips to hers. Her breathing hitches moments before I feel her against me. She tastes like honey and cinnamon, like sexy woman. I coax her mouth open with my tongue and dive inside. I can feel her fingers dig into my lower back, and the burn only fuels my already raging fire for her. I’m hard as stone, ready to devour her with my mouth, my hands, my cock.
But it’ll have to wait.
First lunch.
Then, if I’m a good boy, sex.
It practically takes an act of Congress to pry my lips from hers, but I do it. Her eyes are all glossy and her lips are pink and swollen (a look I fucking love on her), so I place one more chaste kiss on her lips and begrudgingly pull away. “That’ll tide me over for a few minutes. First, we eat,” I tell her, reaching for the bag and pulling out the contents.
There are two deli sandwiches that I had sent over, plus a few homemade sides. I take the containers out and set them on the counter. The deli included plastic utensils with my order, so I shoved the two forks in the salads and called it lunch.
“This looks good,” she says as I hand her a ham and cheese on wheat – hold the mayo.
“I took a chance that you didn’t have lunch plans,” I tell her, unwrapping my own sandwich and taking a bite.
“No, not today. I’m going to the hospital around three to see the babies. They’re both supposed to be released later, so I wanted to go see them both together before they head home.”
“They’re sending them home today? They just had babies. Is that safe?” I ask, completely shocked by this news. I mean, I know I’m a smart man and have had my share of schooling to become a dentist, but I’ve never really been around babies. Never deliveries. So I’m a little shocked that mere hours after delivery, they send them home.
“It’s completely safe, as long as the deliveries were normal. I know if a woman has a C-section, she’ll be in the hospital a little longer, but with most vaginal deliveries, a woman is usually released the next day.”
“Wow, that just seems so soon,” I reply, taking the fork from the macaroni salad and offering her a bite.
Her lips wrap around the fork, making my cock twitch in my trousers. “That’s delicious,” she replies, licking away the trace of salad from the corner of her mouth. “It does seem soon, but I’ve learned that most parents just want to get home where they can rest more comfortably in their own space,” she adds.
“Makes sense. Hospitals are definitely not everyone’s cup of tea,” I reply and watch as her eyes darken and slowly turn misty. Something tells me she was remembering the exact reason why she’s not a fan of hospitals.
“Anyway,” I start, trying to pull her attention away from whatever memory she’s trapped in, “if you’re interested, I thought we could spend a little time together this afternoon.” Now, I’m not so sure my plan is the best deal – especially since she’s probably thinking about Josh right now.
She gives me her full attention and a smile. The storm clouds seem to dissipate, even if for a little while. “Sounds great,” she says between bites. “And if you want, you can go with me to the hospital to see the babies?” It comes out a question, like she’s a bit uncertain that I’d want to go with her.
“Absolutely. I’d love to go meet your new nieces,” I tell her, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
I’m rewarded with another grin before she reaches into the container of fruit and grabs a grape. Instead of bringing it to her own mouth, she moves it to mine. Our eyes connect as I slowly move toward the fruit she holds. The fruit is sweet, but not nearly as delicious as the fingers I wrap my lips around. Those sexy green eyes widen as my tongue swirls around the tips of her fingers before sucking the fruit from her grasp and pulling back to chew.
As soon as I swallow, I move. She’s in my arms, my lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss. I’m starving, but not for the food. I need her. My body craves her touch.
Forgetting lunch, I devour her mouth with my own, savoring the hearty taste of fruit and Meghan. Sliding my hands up her sides, feeling the burn of her hot skin as I push her scrubs out of the way. She tugs on my dress shirt and undershirt, stripping them from my waistband, and scores her nails against my side. Shivers rack my body and my cock swells unbelievably hard. So hard I’m afraid I might suffer some sort of permanent damage if I don’t rectify this situation.
Now.
“Jesus, I can’t believe how bad I want you,” I groan as I push her top over her head and toss it somewhere into the room. Her breasts are wrapped in lace, a delicate pink color that reminds me of those rosebud little nipples inside.
Instead of feasting on that particular prize, I focus on her neck. The smooth, creamy, slender column of her delectable neck. My tongue teases and my teeth nip just enough to cause her to gasp in pleasure. The sound is like a tornado to my soul, reckless and wild, yet surprisingly soothing.
“This is crazy,” she says as her hands slide down and grip my ass.
“Definitely crazy.”
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she adds, her slender fingers finding my belt and working on the closure.
“Definitely not,” I reply, continuing to shower open-mouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone.
The sound of my belt unbuckling, followed by the unmistakable release of zipper teeth has me on edge and gritting my teeth. Jesus, I’m ready to explode and she hasn’t even touched me yet. She pushes my pants down, my boxer briefs stretched tightly across my throbbing cock.
“It feels kinda good to be bad,” she whispers just as her hand slips into my underwear and wraps around my cock. When she slowly strokes from root to tip, my eyes cross and all ability to breathe ceases to exist.
“Sooooo good,” I groan, forgetting all about her neck. I have to place my hands on the counter just to keep myself upright.
Suddenly, she drops to her knees and grabs the waist of my boxer briefs. With one quick swoop, she pulls them down to my ankles, my hard cock practically slapping her in the face. The tip is wet, my body taut with need and alive with desire. She gazes up at me, her own yearning written all over her face, and slowly brings her mouth to where I need her most.
“Fuck,” I groan as her lips wrap around my shaft. She sucks, hard and fast, bringing my entire cock into her warm mouth. I can’t breathe. There’s not enough air in the room, in the building, in the world.
Meghan places her hands on my ass and with nothing but her sweet mouth, starts to work me over like a fucking porn star. I’ve never experienced anything like this before in my life, and considering how amazing our weekend was, that’s saying something.
I focus on my breathing, which becomes increasingly difficult, as she bobs up and down, using only her mouth and wicked tongue. She takes me straight from horny to crazy in about ten seconds. Any other time, I might be a little embarrassed by how quickly I’m about to come, but not today. Not with her.
It’s because I want her so fucking much.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, gazing down and watching as she takes my cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes connect with mine and she doesn’t let go. Instead, it only fuels her further. She practically swallows me, my dick disappearing into her mouth and the head of my cock sliding down her throat. I lose it. Yes, I come harder than I’ve ever come before, but it’s more than that. It’s that moment that I realize I’m in jeopardy of losing so much more.
My heart.
Her name is a sweet song spilling from my lips as she swallows and gently licks my shaft. Another shiver sweeps through my body as she pops off my cock and smiles up at me. And I swear to God I almost tell her that I love her. No, it’s not one of those lust-fueled, I just got off confessions.
It’s real.
I’m not on the verge of falling for her.
I fucking have.
Years of friendship have transformed into something real and deep and meaningful.
And that scares the ever-loving shit out of me, because she’s not there.
She’s not ready.
And she may never be.
On the verge of a full-on panic gripping hold, I push all thoughts of that crazy L word from my mind and focus solely on the woman on her knees before me. She’s smiling up at me with that ornery, satisfied grin, and I can’t help but smile back. She makes it so easy.
Needing somewhere else to focus my attention, I reach down and pull her to stand, my mouth greedy and hungry. Completely ignoring my own pants, I push hers down, revealing the sexiest little scrap of lace panties I’ve ever seen. “What is this, Miss Summer? You’ve been hiding these in scrubs all morning?” I ask, running my thumb over the coarse, wet material.
“Surprise,” she whispers, gasping as my thumb traces the slit between her legs.
“You seem full of surprises today.” Gently spinning her around, I help her sit down on the dental chair. I pull slip-on shoes off her feet, followed quickly by her pants. “You know,” I say, gliding my palms up the insides of her thighs and gently spreading them as I go. “I didn’t get to finish my lunch.”
“No?” she inhales, her eyes following my every move.
“Nope. And I’m so fucking famished,” I tell her moments before I bend down and graze my tongue over the lace between her legs. I hear another gulp for air as I continue to swirl my tongue over the soaked material.
Making sure the armrest and other obstacles are out of my way, I step on the foot pedal to raise her up. There’s a hint of laughter in her eyes as she slowly moves upward until she can go no more. It’s still not quite high enough, but it’ll do. With my hands on her thighs, I bend down and lick hard, sliding my tongue between her folds. The scrap of panties is slightly restricting, but also more erotic.
“Hands behind your head,” I instruct. There’s no hesitation, only lust in her eyes, as she reaches over her head and grabs the headrest. “Now, hold on tight, honey.”
My mouth waters as I push aside her panties and slide my tongue into her pussy. Meghan spreads her legs as far as she can, giving me the perfect glimpse of her sweetness. With a firm tongue, I flick her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Keeping the lace to the side, my hands slide beneath her ass, raising and tilting her toward my mouth.
Then I devour.
I lick and suck every part of her, gliding two fingers into her pussy. She’s tight, already gripping my digits, but begging for more. My cock is already hard and ready, but before I give in to that particular need to feel my dick engulfed in her tight, wetness, I want to make her come with my mouth. Her hips start to gyrate, moving in rhythm against the friction of my tongue. The sweetest moans of pleasure fill the air as I thrust two fingers inside her and suck hard on her clit. It pulses in my mouth, an indication that she’s getting so close. I can’t wait to taste her release on my tongue and feel it around my fingers.
It doesn’t take long and she’s there. Her body tenses, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vise, as she screams my name over and over again, her body riding the ultimate wave of pleasure. I could do this all day, every day, and never tire of it. Watching her come is my newest favorite pastime. My favorite addiction.
When she’s left boneless and sated in the chair, I maneuver it down and help her stand. “I’ve never done that here,” I tell her, kissing her lips and unsnapping her bra.
“No?” she gasps when my fingers connect with her hard nipples.
I shake my head. “Know what else I’ve never done, but have been thinking about nonstop for the last week?”
She shakes her head, shivering against me.
Grabbing her in my arms, I bring her to my chest and start walking. “Fucking you against my desk.”