One Hot Doctor by Sarah J. Brooks
Chapter 16
Thomas
I still can’t believe that Cora is here. I’d thought about her so much since arriving in Carlsbad that when I saw her, I was sure I was seeing things.
What must she think of me? I behaved like a fucking animal. The moment she entered the room, I’d been on her like a cat in heat. The plan was to stay away from her until I was over my attraction for her. The opposite seems to have happened. The more I stayed away, the more obsessed I became. That plan clearly is not going to work.
What I need to do is not to fight it. I know that my heart became ice when Tessa passed on. I lost my ability to fall in love. What I feel for Cora is all-consuming white-hot lust. The only way to get her out of my system is to give in to the affair. By the time the baby comes, I’m pretty sure she’ll be out of my system, and each of us can concentrate on the rest of our lives.
She stirs, turns to her side to face me, and places a cool hand on my chest. “Would you believe it if I told you that my purpose in coming here was not to be ravished?”
I laugh as does she. I’ve missed the sound of Cora’s laugh. I turn to her and stroke her hair. Now I’ve figured out what is happening between us, I’m comfortable with her and not frightened of my emotions. Lust is a powerful emotion.
“It doesn’t matter. You are here now, and I’m glad,” I tell her. “Do you feel like a walk on the beach before dinner?”
Her sexy leaf green eyes widen. “I can’t stay. I don’t have any clothes.”
“We’re at a beach resort. You don’t need clothes.”
She laughs. “True, but I do need some.”
Relief surges through me. She’ll give in. I think that she’s missed me as much as I’ve missed her. “There’s a gift shop downstairs with all sorts of clothes. Let’s take a quick shower and go and see what they have.”
“You’re very convincing, Dr. Clarkson.”
We reluctantly leave the bed and head to the shower.
“I love your curves,” I tell Cora as I’m lathering body wash all over her body. I can never have enough of touching and kissing her. She makes my own body come alive.
She stands under the water to rinse off, and then it’s my turn. I stand under the spray of water and allow it to cascade down my body. Cora rubs body wash over my chest, all the way to my cock.
“You’re insatiable,” she says, stroking my cock under the pretext of washing it.
“Only with you,” I tell her. For now. In a few months, I’ll have to move on and not necessarily to another woman.
Maybe to another job. As much as I love working at the fertility clinic, I’m starting to toy around with the idea of moving on. Possibly back to obstetrics and gynecology. I could even open my own clinic. The possibilities are many. I’m not there yet, but I feel as if I might be close to moving on. We’ll see.
Cora pushes me under the shower to rinse off. The next thing I feel is warm lips closing over my dick. I let out a deep growl of pleasure as Cora takes me fully in the mouth.
I slide my fingers through her wet hair as she moves up and down on the length of my cock. I groan and pump into her mouth. A soft hand cups and then caresses my balls. Her tongue teases the sensitive head of my cock, and within seconds, I’m growling like a beast. Cora does that to me. My lust for her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in this world.
I could come in her mouth, but with Cora, I’ve realized that my pleasure is intensified when I’m sharing it with her. I gently pry her off my dick and help her to her feet. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, and with one free hand, I press my cock through the folds of her pussy. She’s soaking wet and ready for me. When I’m buried to the hilt, I lean forward to kiss her.
She tastes like the beach and sunshine. She rubs her pebbled nipples against my chest and wriggles her hips searching for friction. I draw back and take one step so that Cora’s back is on the tiled wall. I place a firm grip on her hips and pull my cock back.
When I’m almost out, I slam back in, and her cries fill the bathroom. “More,” she says.
I slam into her over and over again. Her fingers rake the skin on my shoulders, but I don’t feel any pain. Even if I did, I wouldn’t care. The pleasure I’m feeling is worth it.
Cora’s climax is building up. I can tell from the cries coming from her mouth and the lost expression in her eyes. Then her body clenches, and juices flood her pussy, and slurping sounds fill the air as I pump through her orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” Cora cries as the orgasm rocks her.
Seeing her like that with her eyes rolled back, reveling in the pleasure we’ve created, brings me to my climax. She’s still trembling from her orgasm when I finally rupture and release spurts of my come into her.
***
“It must have been lonely watching all these couples walking on the beach holding hands and you’re all alone. Poor you,” Cora says playfully.
I adopt a similarly casual tone. “It was torture.” I mean every word of it. Even though the conference was a professional event, I’d noticed that most attendants had brought their partners or spouses with them. Yeah, calling it torture is not an exaggeration.
This is perfect and new to me. I’ve never walked on the beach with a woman. The warm sand tickling our bare feet, the water lapping the shore, and the salt-tinged breeze keeping the air cool are all intensified.
I could stay here for days. Weeks even. I glance at Cora strolling beside me. She looks so beautiful and chill with her silky red mane blowing wildly behind her. She senses my stare, turns and smiles, and then takes my hand.
She looks so different from the Cora who walked into my room hours earlier, anger literally spewing out of her. After our shared shower, I managed to convince her to stay with me until Sunday. The conference is over, and the only thing lined up for the weekend is just relaxing. We found everything Cora needs in the gift store, and now I feel as if I’ve just received an unexpected gift.
“You doctors have the cushiest lives,” Cora says.
“Why is that?” I ask her, amused by her turn of phrase.
“Look at all this.” She uses her free hand to gesture at our surroundings. “Have you ever heard of a conference for gym owners held at a beach resort? No! Not fair.”
I laugh at the indignation in her voice. “There have to be some perks to listening to people’s problems all day.”
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Cora grudgingly agrees. “Seriously, I couldn’t do what you, Martin, Fran, and my brother-in-law do. What drew you to wanting to become an obstetrician-gynecologist?”
No one had ever asked me that question before. It was so long ago that I have to take a moment to remember. “It’s not something I’d wanted when I went to med school. Initially, I wanted to go into cosmetic surgery, then after rotation, I fell in love with the myriad of aspects of women’s health. So, I changed directions, and I never once regretted it.”
“It must be awesome to be so sure of what you want and to have your family’s support,” Cora says, her voice carrying a tinge of sadness.
“Doesn’t your family support your choice to be an entrepreneur?” I ask her.
“If you hadn’t noticed, my family is full of what is thought of as traditional occupations. I remember how horrified everyone was when I announced that I wanted to study sports science in college.”
“That’s crazy. It’s so admirable to watch someone start their own business and make a success of it. Some of us can only dream of it.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to do your own thing.” There’s surprise in her voice.
I also surprise myself when I tell her my dreams. She listens without interrupting, and when I finish, she’s very encouraging, and I actually start to get excited about it.
“So will you do it?” Cora asks.
I shrug noncommittally. “It’s just something on my mind, that’s all.”
“What’s your favorite place to vacation?” Cora asks me after a beat.
I wrack my brain and come up with nothing. “The last time I went on vacation, it was with my family, and I was sixteen years old.”
Cora grinds to a stop. “You’ve never been on vacation as an adult?”
“No.”
“That’s a sin,” she exclaims. “Why?”
I shrug. “I guess I’ve always been too busy with stuff. College, then work, then …” my voice trails off.
I was about to say then Tess passed on. We’d had plans to go on our very first vacation as a couple.
“We have to rectify that,” Cora says. “My friends and I have been on loads of vacations over the years, but I have to say that my favorite spot is Hawaii. I love it there.”
“Maybe one day we’ll go there together.” The words come out before I can arrest them. Making such statements is a recipe for danger, knowing full well that when the baby comes, that will be the end for us.
In the distance, boats bob on the surface of the darkening ocean. A sigh of pleasure escapes my mouth. A thought so unexpected and so poignant comes to me. I wish I’d done such things with Tessa. Pain spreads across my chest at the realization of how little fun Tessa and I had. I have very few memories to draw on. That’s another regret to add to my regret box.
I’d always thought of myself as having been a good husband to Tessa, but the more Cora and I speak, and I get a glimpse of her and her friends’ lives, it hits me that I was actually quite a shitty husband. Yes, I performed all the duties and responsibilities of a husband, but when I look back, I don’t see the fun.
Tessa had been so patient with me. She had probably been waiting for me to slow down. To start living. Even then, I’d worked all weekends, leaving her to her own devices. She had never complained, and I remember telling her that it was all for us and there would be time for other things later.
Only time ran out for us, and that later never came. My timing had always been bad when it came to relationships. Some people should come with a warning sign glued to their foreheads: Not suitable for marriage/relationships.
“I’m starving,” Cora says, jolting me back to the present. “It’s embarrassing how hungry I get.”
“You’re growing another human being in your body.”
We turn back, and once again, each of us is lost in our thoughts. There’s something about the sea and the beach that’s inspiring candid thought.
There’s something else that I haven’t even managed to admit to myself. After I got over the initial shock of the pregnancy news, I’d gotten excited about the baby. But a couple of weeks later, that feeling disappeared.
I’m ashamed to admit that the baby doesn’t feel real anymore. I look at fathers-to-be at work and see the excitement in their eyes. Where’s my excitement?
I really am fucked up.
