One Hot Doctor by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 30

Thomas

I’m straining to read, and when I look up from my book and out the window, the sun has already dipped behind the clouds, leaving only hints of orange that it had been there.

I’m sure that Cora decided to nap, but it’s been at least four hours. I hate to wake her up, but she needs to eat and save some sleep for tonight. I close the curtains and turn on the lights.

Upstairs, I knock lightly on Cora’s door, and when there’s no response, I gently open it. Cora’s rosy musky scent hits me as I tiptoe to the bed to look in on her. She’s completely asleep with her mouth slightly parted and strands of hair stuck to her forehead.

She’s so beautiful, and she looks so peaceful. I can’t figure out what is going on in that beautiful head of hers. Especially since the fire happened. Take today for instance. When I told her which bedroom she would be using, a flash of disappointment went through her eyes, but it disappeared quickly. I expected gratitude for giving her space.

I let out a sigh, and unable to resist, caress her stray strands of hair back in place. I haven’t decided yet whether to wake her or not, but that resolves by itself when she begins to stir.

Her eyes pop open, and confusion darkens them before recognition dawns, and she gives me a smile that wipes all thought from my mind. She lifts her hand, drapes it around my neck, and then pulls me to her.

I draw in a sharp breath as her soft hot lips touch mine. My cock grows hard instantly as she draws me into the heat of her mouth. She moans into my mouth as we kiss.

Take it easy, I tell myself. It doesn’t work. I need more.

I slip into the bed next to her, and when she moves closer, I feel her soft naked body next to mine. I groan and pull her closer. She melts into me, and I stroke her back and ass.

She climbs on top of me, and I reach up to cup her breasts and tease them. It’s been so long that it feels like I’m touching her for the first time. I rub my thumbs over her nipples, and she lets out a cry. Her nipples are super sensitive now, as it happens with pregnant women, and I’m loving seeing the effect my touch has on her.

Arousal juices seep out of her and wet my shorts. She rubs her pussy over my erection and moans loudly. I sit up and take a nipple in my mouth. Cora’s breathing becomes pants and whimpers.

“I want you inside me,” she says.

“I want to make you feel good,” I tell her and fall back on the bed.

With my help, she pulls down my shorts and boxer briefs, and my cock springs free. I raise myself off the bed, and she pulls my shorts off all the way. Wild sensations go through me as Cora grips my cock at the base and then begins to stroke it.

She guides my cock to her entrance, presses down on it, and inch by inch takes me in. I keep a firm hold on her hips as she takes my cock in completely. Her hair frames her face, and I reach out to tuck it behind her ears so that I can see her.

She pulls away from me until only the head of my cock is buried in her pussy, and with my help, she slams back down. A loud cry escapes her lips, and she braces her hands palms down on my chest.

We lock gazes, and the experience changes from passionate sex to something deeper. A meeting of two souls who fit together like parts of a puzzle.

Tears fall from Cora’s eyes and flow down her cheeks, and I instinctively know that they are tears of happiness. I rise to a peak and take her with me, moving her hips faster and faster. We explode simultaneously and orgasm together. Our faces contort, and her inner walls clench around my cock, holding it imprisoned.

She falls against my chest, and I hold her tight as if to protect her from all negative things.

Our breathing is fast, and it slowly gets back to normal.

I love you.

The words are on the tip of my lips, but I hold them back. Already the physical relationship between us is shaken. I know that Cora only agreed to come and stay with me for lack of choice. I was the most comfortable option. Adeline’s home is noisy with the twins tearing around the house all day. At Riley’s, Cora will feel out of place. It’s uncomfortable living with a couple.

Before my sister Fran got married, she stayed with Tessa and me for four months, and she said they were the four worst months of her life. It was the one time when she really felt her singlehood. She said if Tessa and I were not in each other’s arms, we were staring at each other. She would go to bed depressed every night and sleep wondering if she would ever fall in love.

So yeah, Cora would not go and stay with Riley and Leo unless she had no other option. The same reason applied to staying at her mom’s. From what she told me, Ian has more or less moved in with her mother.

“That was awesome,” she says almost shyly, her warm breath fanning my chest.

“I’m glad. It was great for me too.”

“I’m beginning to come to terms with being homeless,” Cora says with a laugh.

She says it like a joke, but I detect the fear in her voice. “You’re not homeless. Your building will be renovated soon enough, and you’ll be back home. I’m hoping that by then, I can convince you to stay longer.”

“Don’t joke about that,” she says.

I’m not joking. I think it, but I don’t say it. It’s a frightening thought and the first time that it’s sprouted in my mind.

“Losing my home and business is the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me.” She slides off my chest, rolls onto her back, and stares up at the ceiling. “I felt so frightened and out of control.”

“I know what you mean,” I tell her. “It’s a frightening thing to feel. I felt it for months after Tessa died.”

“One moment, your wife was alive, and in the next, she was gone. I can’t imagine how you managed to come to terms with that,” Cora said. “I’ve lost my home and business temporarily, and I feel like my life has ground to a stop.”

“There’s no scale to the things that make you feel as if the world has tilted. You’ll feel better as the days go by. The human spirit and survival instinct are very strong. Plus, you have a lot of us here for you.”

She turns her head and smiles. “Thank you. I’ll be all right, and as everyone keeps saying, what matters is that our little munchkin is okay.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Munchkin?”

She laughs and pats her belly. “Yeah, since I can’t decide on the gender I want.”

I reach out and stroke her belly. “You realize that you have no say?”

She smiles mysteriously in response as if she knows something that I don’t. A loud sound comes from her belly, and we both laugh.

“Luckily, dinner is ready,” I tell her.

She lifts the comforter and looks down at her naked body. “I’m going to have to borrow one of your shirts.”

“I have a better idea, which I’m sure you’ll like more. Go to the closet.”

She looks at me questioningly.

“Go on.” I nudge her, and she gets up and goes to the walk-in closet. I’m smiling even before I hear her reaction.

She’s quiet, and I’m about to follow her in when she peeks out. “Are those my clothes?”

“Yes. I got your sizes from Riley. I’m not sure I got everything you need. Let me know what I missed, and I’ll go grab it tomorrow.”

She looks over her shoulders and then back at me. She covers her mouth. “I think I’m going to cry. No one has ever done something so thoughtful and so nice for me.”

“You’re welcome.”

She looks over her shoulders again. “You must have spent a fortune. I want to pay you back.”

“No, wipe that thought away from your mind. You’re my lover and baby mama. I’d do anything for you, Cora. I mean it.”

She stares at me solemnly. “Thank you.” She turns back, and I hear the rustle of clothes. I dress too and make her bed.

“I’ll leave you to dress and go and warm up dinner,” I tell Cora.

Downstairs, I warm up leftover dinner from lunch and serve it onto plates. Cora comes down just when I’m placing them on the table. She models a pair of shorts and a tank top.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her following her with my gaze. “You’ve got perfect legs, and figure, and ass.”

She laughs. “I’m glad you think so. You thought of everything.”

“I had help. From the store assistant.”

“What did you tell her happened to my entire wardrobe?” Without ceremony, she takes a bite of her food and fills her mouth with it. I love that about Cora. When she’s hungry, she eats. No wrestling with her hunger.

“They’re trained not to ask.”

“If I were her, I’d still want to know, training or not,” Cora says.

I laugh. It’s nice and natural having her in my house. The house feels more lived in. As if a family lives here. I like that thought.

The topic moves on to our families.

“It was nice of your family to come and see me at the hospital,” Cora says and starts to giggle. “Everyone offered me a place to stay, including your parents.”

“They love you, and so do I.”

She doesn’t bat an eyelash. I might as well have told her the color of her hair for all the attention she paid to it. I slowly exhale. I’d have hated it if she’d made a big deal of it.

“Thanks. I’ve had a lot of support, and I appreciate it,” Cora says.

We eat in comfortable silence for a while, and then Cora looks at me grinning. I like her this way. Playful, relaxed, and just plain happy.

“Do you realize that we are both out of jobs?”

“You just had to remind me, huh?” I make a mock stern face, then relax. “Seriously though, we’ve worked hard for years. This is a good opportunity to relax and plan the way forward.”

She nods. “That sounds good. Plan for the future.”

We finish eating, and this time, Cora won’t hear of me doing the dishes alone, so we do it together. Afterward, we settle in the living room and watch documentaries on Netflix.

This could grow on me. It’s nice to be part of a couple again.