Author: Harper Sloan
Category: Contemporary
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Gladys looks like she might faint, and this time I have to bite my cheek so hard I taste blood. If she had been anyone else, I would have thought of a better way at getting back there than giving her that kind of mental picture. However, Gladys is old as dirt, and the last thing she's going to do is use a hint about Tate working with a python in his pants to try and get with him.
"Oh, well . . . let's, uh, let's see here." She pats her hair and I can practically see the wheels turning while she composes herself. "Let's just get you back in a room. I'll let Dr. Montgomery know he has a walk-in. Don't you even fret about privacy, honey. I'll tell him it's a consultation and have him send Nurse Rebecca on home. You won't have to worry about a thing. Of course, you know I won't say a word."
I nod and smile. "Thank you, Ms. Gladys. I appreciate it. I'm not sure I could take another night of this pain. All the way to my chest sometimes, if you can believe it." Okay, so I'm laying it on a little thick now.
But Gladys must not think so, because I hear her whisper something about bettin' my ass she'd believe it before she walks toward the huge shelves of patient files and grabs the one I assume is mine.
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you in a room and settled before he's done with his last patient. That'll give everyone still in the office some time to clear out. Don't you worry about a thing. Let Ms. Gladys make sure you've got some privacy. Can't have such a sweet thing like you with rumors flyin' around, and if you knew which patient was in there, you'd understand. Well, you'd understand and have the whole town talkin' like you're knocked up or somethin' if she gets her eyes on ya."
It's on the tip of my tongue to say it'll probably happen anyway, seeing as Ness is parked out front. Won't make a difference to the people driving by that I could just be here for my yearly.
"You take your time and slip this on and then just sit right up there." She hands me a paper gown before rushing out of the room with a smirk on her face.
I give her five minutes before she calls Marybeth Perkins and starts that pregnancy rumor herself--only she's going to pair it with mention of Tate's huge cock getting me that way and bruising my insides all the way up to my ears, I'm sure.
"This better work," I grumble to myself, toeing off my boots and taking off my socks, shirt, and shorts, folding them neatly on one of the chairs next to the exam table. My white lace bra comes next, my heavy, needy breasts swaying as I bend over to pull the matching boy shorts down my legs, placing them on top of my clothes.
I pull the paper robe on, folding the ends over each other across my chest, and move to the exam table, but before my ass hits the paper on the table, I rush over to my jeans and pull my phone out of the back pocket. Without bothering to unlock it, I swipe the camera up from the bottom and check my face.
My hair is still falling around my face in natural waves, and my sun-kissed skin is flushed, but in the way that makes me look like I'm glowing, not like I'm embarrassed. It's my eyes that give me away, though. They might as well be emerald stones with a flashlight beaming through them, giving away all my secrets.
It's because of the glow emanating from deep within my soul and out through my eyes that I know Tate Montgomery is going to take one look at me and know he's lost, but we both won.
20
TATE
"Use Me" by Blaire Hanks
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Fuck.
I was this close to getting outta here before five today.
I haven't heard from Quinn all afternoon, but knowing she's been working her ass off on Paw's truck all week, saying she's just days away from being done, I don't doubt the reason is because she's lost in her work. Something, I've discovered this week, she has a tendency to do often.
All I want to do is finish up with my last patient and go surprise her at the shop. Even though I just saw her last night, I still want more. Hell, I'll always want more. A few dinner dates and whatever the hell last night was just aren't going to cut it.
I want more.
Fuck, who am I kidding? I want it all.
I'm so close to folding on that stupid-ass dare of hers that it's not funny. If me giving in gets her naked in front of me, fucking sign me up. I'll drop to my knees now.
"Who's the walk-in, Gladys?" I ask sullenly as she's packing up her stuff for the day. "Where are you headed?"
"Oh, nowhere," she says, still rearranging shit on her desk.
"I know you sent Rebecca home, but with no one else here I'm gonna need you to stay in case I need to do an exam. You know I can't do that alone."
She waves me off. "I know. I'll be right here after the consultation for you to let me know if I can leave or if you need me."
"If Quinn calls, do me a favor and let her know I'll pick her up at the shop when I'm done for an early dinner."
Gladys nods but looks like she's about to swallow her tongue. Strange lady, I think with a shake of my head.
I check my watch one more time before walking down the hall. Jesus, she didn't even leave the patient's chart in the door pocket. I'll have to remind her about protocol in the morning. I rap my knuckles on the door twice and wait. After receiving a muffled confirmation that whoever's inside is ready, I turn the knob and step inside the room.
"Good evening," I say distractedly, and I shut the door and move to the sink to wash my hands. "I'm Dr. Montgomery. You'll have to forgive me, Gladys seems to have left your chart in here. What brings you in today?"
I dry my hands and turn around.
And there's Quinn Davis. Wearing nothing but a paper gown and a smile.
"What?" I breathe.
"Hello, Doctor," she says, her grin spreading wider across her face, her hoarse, seductive rasp tingling up my spine, making me shiver.
"What?" I parrot, my mind incapable of anything more now that the only thing I can see is a fantasy I never knew I had coming to life.
"I've been a bad girl, Doc." Quinn makes a mock sad face. "I skipped my last appointment and I just realized I needed to come on in and get that done lickety-split. You see, I've got this deliciously hot boyfriend, and even though I'm sure he'll keep me safe, it's up to me to make sure I keep us both protected from any unexpected surprises and get my birth control prescription before I run out."
"You want birth control?" I ask lamely, swallowing a thick knot in my throat when she shifts her legs--uncrossing them before recrossing them, with the opposite leg over the first one, taking so much time that I know the flash of her bare pussy was intentional.
She's trying to kill me.
"Well, of course, Doc. I also should probably get a full workup. Need to make sure everything is in tip-top shape and all." She smiles, unwavering in her patient act. I wonder if she's just as lost in the fantasy as I am.
I probably could have formed a full sentence, but when she stops talking and leans back and presses her palms against the table directly behind her, my eyes cross in pleasure.
The gown opens, flaps falling to the side, and I'm face-to-face with the most beautiful set of breasts I've ever seen. Full, more than a handful, with the suntan outline of what is obviously one tiny-as-fuck bikini. When I see her erect nipples pointing at me in the middle of perfectly symmetrical areolas, light pink against the pale skin, my mouth waters.
"Did you have time to fit me in for a workup?" she coos, balancing her weight in a way that I know isn't fucking needed, but is done to give her impressive chest a chance to jiggle.
"A workup?" I moan, my cock reminding me that he's been denied what he wants for way too long.
"Yes, Doctor, I need a full workup."
"Full workup," I repeat, stepping away from the door and advancing. Two steps into the room though, I stop, because she lifts the leg crossed over the other and widens the space between them just enough that I can see the wetness on the outside of her bare pussy.
"Well, that's up to you, Doc. . . ." She pauses, and I force my eyes to move, spending a few seconds on that hot-as-fuck chest before looking her in the eyes for the first t
ime. "I know it's almost the end of office hours and all, so if you don't want to work me in, I understand."
"Fuck me," I hiss, finally getting some mental capabilities back when I see the truth of the reason for her visit shining bright in those green eyes I love so much.
I turn, grab the handle, and open the door enough to stick my head out. "Gladys, you head on out, you hear? No need to stick around."
"No exam?" she calls down the hall from her desk, something I know she only does when we're alone.
"Nope. We're finishing up now and Quinn's gonna stick around while I catch up on my charting for the day. I'll see you in the morning."
"You got it! See ya in the morning."
I rest my head against the doorjamb and wait to hear the front door shut and lock before turning and slamming the exam room door closed.
"You wanna win that bad, Grease?" I ask darkly.
She shakes her head, but the toothy smile she's sporting says otherwise.
"I think you're lying."
"I don't wanna win the bet," she murmurs with a needy whine to her voice. She shifts and rises off the table and places both her hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open more. "It's so much more than just the bet," she continues, dragging the tips of her fingers up her leg before spreading her sex open enough for me to see the creamy essence of her arousal.
"What's it about, then?" I ask, the last two words coming out like a growl when she pushes two fingers inside herself, pumping them slowly.
My hands are already unfastening the buttons on the short-sleeved plaid shirt I wore today, my cock pulsing behind my jeans with each thrust of her fingers into her pussy. She doesn't answer, rolling her head around on her shoulders and picking up speed with her hand just slightly. I toss my shirt blindly behind me and advance.
"What's it about?" I press. "If you don't want to win the bet, then why aren't you saying the words that'll lead to us getting what we want?"
"Because," she pants, hand moving faster.
My head drops when she doesn't speak, and the sight before me has my hands fumbling to remove my belt. I can smell her and my mouth waters. Reaching into my pants and pushing my briefs out of the way, I pull my throbbing cock free and begin stroking it. Each time her fingers come out of her pussy, they're even wetter than before.
I bring my left hand up and clamp my fingers around the base of my cock, trying to stop the come from exploding.
"Because?" I ask with a deep, gritty groan.
She doesn't answer, and I'm too close to blowing my load all over her to keep watching her touch herself like that, so I reach out and grab the wrist of the hand she's fucking herself with and pull it away from her pussy. She whines and I don't even give a fuck. I lift her wet fingers up while I bend, letting my cock free from the vise grip to stroke it again. I force her hand to move, painting my lips with the juices from her body, feeling like the most powerful man in the world when she whimpers.
I raise my brow, open my mouth, and push her fingers into my mouth up to the knuckles, my tongue swirling and licking her essence off them. The second her taste explodes on my tongue, I know she's won. I groan, my eyes rolling, and suck my cheeks hollow while I continue to swallow her one-of-a-kind flavor.
She pants breathlessly as I pop her fingers out slowly, one by one. I lean forward, letting go of my cock to rest the hand not holding her wrist captive on the table next to her hip. My cock rubs against her leg, leaving a trail of pre-come against her skin. When our faces are just inches apart, I take the hand I'm still holding and place it palm-down on her leg. Then, slowly, I drag it back up her thigh, flipping it so that my hand is on top of hers, until we've reached her soaked pussy together, her cupping herself under my hand.
"You want me to beg?" I demand in a strong voice.
She whimpers again and I press against her first two fingers, the ones I just cleaned, until the tips of our fingers are inside her together. The heat of her body almost too much to bear.
"Do you." I thrust a little deeper. "Want me." I pull out. "To beg?" I press our fingers against her clit.
A high-pitched whine escapes her lips and she nods rapidly.
"Fuckin' gladly," I grunt, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her nose before lifting my hands up and to her shoulders, forcing her back down on the exam table. She hadn't even realized she was scooting down toward me before I had the stirrups out and both feet placed in them. Then I kneel on the small step that's coming out from the table under her exposed pussy and look up her body with my mouth nearly where I want it most. "I'm on my knees for you, baby. I crave this body almost as much as I need it. Your pussy soakin' my balls while you come on my cock, takin' everything I have to give you deep inside that body. Rest of my days, I'll feel the same desperate need for you, Quinn. One day I'm gonna fill you up until my seed takes root and I'll do it again and again after that. Gonna give you that family we always talked about, but first, I'm beggin' you to give it all to me, Quinn. Give me this body I crave, but give me the heart inside it I need."
"God, yes," she cries, reaching down her body to push her fingers into my hair with both hands, pulling my face toward her pussy.
"Sit back and let the doctor work," I instruct, shaking my head to dislodge her hold. I hear her cry of protest, but the second I lick her from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit, the roaring in my ears becomes too much for me to focus on anything else.
I feast on her like a madman, sucking in my cheeks with my lips spread, mouth wide and covering her whole pussy. Her wetness coats my tongue, and her cries of pleasure echo through the room.
Not wanting her to come without my cock feeling the stranglehold of it, I rip my mouth from her with a gasp, feeling the combined wetness of my spit and her pleasure all over my chin.
My knees are sore as fuck from the unforgiving perch I was kneeling on, but I ignore them and stand, kicking my foot against the step to force it into the table so I can move closer. My cock in hand, I thump it against her pussy a few times while watching her breasts shake with her rapid breathing.
"You finally know the man I am now?" I ask, lining my cock up so that the tip kisses her entrance.
"I'd know him anywhere," she breathes.
"You givin' him your forever?" I slip the thick head in, hissing when her wet heat surrounds me.
"God, yes," she moans, her heart in her eyes.
"Never, Quinn. I'll never spend another day without you in it. You hear me?"
She nods and I push an inch in, making her whine.
"I'll spend every day makin' up for the time we lost. That pain will never touch you again."
"You," she gasps when I feed another few inches of myself into her body. "You don't have to make up for it, it wasn't . . ." She moans and bows her back off the exam table, another two inches inside her. "Wasn't your fault . . . forgive you," she whispers, her whole body trembling.
"Fuck," I rumble, her words hitting me straight in the chest. Then I slam into her, the rest of my cock gliding deep until my balls are pressed tight against her ass. I reach back and grab her thighs, lifting her feet out of the stirrups and, praying to God she can see my feelings for her written all over my face, I start to power my body into hers.
The sound of our wet flesh connecting, the scent of our sex heating up in the air around us, the promise of forever confirmed in her eyes--all of this makes me feel overcome with emotion, and my thrusts falter, making my pelvis grind against her clit. That's all it takes for her to cry out, dig her nails in my forearms, and suck me deep while she comes all over my cock.
I'm not even a second behind her.
When the dregs of my release are sucked from my cock by her pulsing cunt, I collapse on top of her, our sweaty chests gliding against each other.
She looks up, a dreamy-as-fuck expression on her face, and smiles, pushing some of my sweaty hair out of my eyes, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Thanks for fittin' me in, Doc."
21
QUINN
"Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter
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"You look beautiful."
I feel my chin tremble and I nod in agreement, knowing I'm seconds away from turning into a blubbering mess.
"Thanks," Leigh says, turning from the mirror to look at Clay, her eyes shining. It's Leigh and Mav's wedding day, and while part of me can't believe it's already here, another part of me feels like all of us Davis clan have been waiting on this damn near forever. Waiting to call Leigh our sister and finally make it official.
"Goes without sayin', but I'm gonna say it anyway: I'm happy as hell that you're officially goin' to be a part of our family, like you've always been meant to be." His deep voice is steady even though I can tell by the tight hold he's got on his body that this moment is just as emotional for him as it is for me.
"If you make her cry, I'll kick your ass," I try to joke, but my voice comes out weak and wobbly.
"You ready, sugar?" Clay asks Leighton, and when she nods, I feel a new burst of emotion clawing up my throat.
"You're about to be my sister," I breathe, walking toward her from the wall I was leaning against.
Her chin wobbles this time, and I shut my mouth before I turn us both into sniveling messes. I wrap my arms around her, the simple lace wedding gown feeling just as perfect to the touch as it looks clinging tightly around her body. Somehow Leigh looks both comfortably casual and like she's about ready to hit the red carpet at the same time. From chest to hips, the material fits her like a glove; then it flares out to a knee-length skirt. I French-braided her hair earlier, twisting the braid so that it falls over one shoulder. Her makeup is elegant and simple except for her lips, a bright ruby red slash across her face that gives her a vibe of sophistication and drama. She looks like a princess.
"I love you," I whisper in her ear.
"I love you back, sister."
It takes me the whole walk to the front of her house before I'm able to successfully blink the tears completely away, avoiding ruining the mascara that I put on. I might not wear makeup often, but when I do, I want it to look perfect, dammit.
When we get to the front of Leigh and Maverick's house, Tate is sitting in the front seat of the golf cart that'll take us to the back pasture, a place that I know means a whole helluva lot to Maverick and Leigh--it's where they first began their romance when they were just kids, and where they rekindled it as adults. Seeing Tate looking damn fine in a fresh button-down shirt and slim-fitting Wranglers is, thankfully, enough of a distraction that I'm finally able to fully compose myself.