Jack

I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but I watched closely as Ellison’s expression went from surprised to ecstatic. Then she turned to look at me and it shifted once again, this time to indecision. Whatever the person on the line was saying was clearly confusing her and it pissed me off. We were happening. End of story.

I frowned, tempted to take her phone and play a permanent game of “Keep Away.” Of course, the doctor in me would never separate her from her connection to the hospital. He would, however, hang up on the fucker making her question our relationship.

She turned away from me, her phone to her ear, and moved to leave the room. Not fucking happening. I snagged her arm and tugged her back into my lap. She scowled at me but gave up struggling to move when she realized I wasn’t going to budge.

“Thank you for the opportunity, Declan.”

Declan? What kind of a man was named Declan? A man with a pussy, that’s who.

“I know you need an answer soon, however my”—she glanced at me—“situation has changed since we last spoke.”

I was getting really irritated at being left out of this conversation. I made a grab for her phone so I could listen in but she batted my hand away and pinched the skin so hard I yelped in pain.

“Sorry, one of my patients was just given a shot. Anyway, could I have some time to think it over?”

I growled and ended up with her hand pressed over my mouth again. Think what over, dammit?

“Great. Thank you, Declan. I’ll be in touch soon.”

She pushed the disconnect button on the phone then smacked my shoulder. “You’re such an asshole sometimes, Jack!”

“Who the fuck was that?” I demanded.

She sighed. “Let me have a little time to process, then we’ll discuss it, I promise.”

I was about to argue, but the feel of her lips on mine and her hot little pussy rubbing against my still hard cock distracted me. She placed little kisses along my jaw until she was by my ear. “Who owns my pussy, honey?”

“You better fucking know who you belong to, Ellie,” I snarled as I cupped her ass and yanked her closer, leaving absolutely no room between us. I ripped my shirt from over her head and latched onto a nipple, squeezing her ass hard as I sucked. Removing one hand, I freed my dick from my boxers and shoved the overly large boxers to the side, baring her dripping pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, right? You’re drenched for the man who owns this pussy?” She moaned and I grabbed her hips to slam her down onto my cock as I surged inside of her. One thrust and I was fully seated inside her, her tight, slick walls gripping me, sucking me impossibly deeper.

We both groaned and after the phone calls and her change in attitude after the last one, I had no control left. I drove up into her, bringing her down hard as I entered her over and over, rubbing against her clit every time. My lips licked, bit, and sucked on her large, diamond hard nipples. I loved the way they felt in my mouth, tasted on my tongue.

My hands journeyed from her hips to the firm, round globes of her ass, spreading the cheeks. The middle finger of my right hand ringed her puckered little hole and when she cried out in pleasure, I put the tip inside as I brought her down one last time and we shattered together.

I emptied inside her, long jets of come filling her as I silently cheered my boys on, encouraging them to reach the finish line. I quickly shifted so we were lying on the couch with her trapped below me, staying buried deep inside her. I didn’t want any of that shit leaking out. She didn’t seem to mind, sighing and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I didn’t want to start our relationship off with secrets or dishonesty, so I decided it was time to have the condom conversation, right after I’d buttered her up (go ahead, laugh. I get it) and was still filling her with my cock.

I kissed her deeply first. “Baby, we need to talk,” I mumbled against her lips.

“Hmmmm?” her tone was relaxed and mellow. I wasn’t above taking advantage of her agreeable mood.

“You know we didn’t use condoms last night? Or this morning?”

She groaned, “Shit. Damn you and your giant cock, Jack Halston. I can’t think when you’re fucking my brains out.”

I didn’t even try to hide my smug grin.

She rolled her eyes. “You need to figure out how to use a condom, Jack. I swear to all that is holy, if you got me pregnant with your baby, I’m going to kick your ass. Besides, I’d probably be forced to have a C-section because it will inevitably inherit your mammoth ego and a head that large won’t fit out of my vagina.”

“I’m a doctor, Ellie, I know how to use a fucking condom.” I brought my face inches from hers, my expression turning serious. “I just chose not to because I’m going to knock you up, baby. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get until I’m sure my kid is growing in this sexy belly.”

Ellison’s jaw dropped in shock, and I nodded firmly to emphasize my determination to make this happen.

“And, let’s get this out in the open so you can come to terms with it sooner rather than later. If your house isn’t up for sale before you find out you’re pregnant, you bet your ass I will handle that shit.” I softened and kissed her sweetly, “I want you in my bed every night, Ellie. I want to wake up holding you in my arms. And I definitely want to have easy access to the pussy I own.”

Her eyes had begun to melt at my words but the last sentence snapped her out of the haze. Way to go, dipshit.

She took a deep breath and stared at me, clearly trying to maintain a semblance of calm and control. I was still fully seated inside her and all this talk about babies and having her whenever I wanted had turned my semi-hard erection into stone. I shifted hoping to gain a little relief in another position.

At the movement inside her, Ellison glared at me and tried to push me off of her. Her efforts were futile. I outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds.

“You can’t just decide to get me pregnant, Jack!” she exclaimed.

I sealed my mouth over hers before mumbling, “Sure I can,” against her lips. Moving with slow, torturous strokes, I drove her out of her fucking mind until she exploded in my arms and I filled her with even more of my seed.

“See?” I murmured.

“I—I, um … no, you, um,” she stuttered, her mind seemingly in a confused and disconnected state.

I pulled out of her, my chest figuratively puffing up at her small sound of protest. Picking her up, she wrapped herself around me like she did when I carried her. I started for my room and the shower, but right when I set her on the counter, my cell phone started ringing.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I swiftly stalked across the bedroom to grab it from the dresser. “Dr. Halston,” I answered.

“Doctor,” Debbie, the shift supervisor said urgently, “Heather developed a complication. The on call doctor wants to open her up again, but I knew you’d want to be the one.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I responded before hanging up and tossing my phone on the bed. I rushed into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ve got to go in.”

Ellie frowned. “Heather?”

I nodded and hopped into the glass stall. She hurried in after me and began to rush through a shower too. I should have expected she would want to be there as well. Heather was also her patient.

Our personal stuff would have to wait. We reached the hospital and I confirmed Heather needed additional surgery. I wanted to put my fist through a wall, but my volatile reaction wouldn’t help either of us. Ellison pulled me into the scrub room and helped me prep. Her presence soothed my turbulent emotions, infusing me with calm and determination.