One Hot Doctor by Sarah J. Brooks

Chapter 8

Thomas

“I like your family,” I tell Cora when we leave with promises to have dinner again. “They make mine look tame by comparison.”

“Would you believe me if I told you it’s not always like that?” Cora says.

I laugh. “No.” We reach her car. “I’ve had a really good time, thanks.”

“I never invited you,” Cora quips.

“I know, and I’m sorry for bulldozing my way into your family dinner.”

“I should thank you also,” she says, looking away. “You saved me. I didn’t know how to tell them any of this.” She waves her hands in the direction of her belly.

“I’m glad I helped.” I peer into her face. She still doesn’t look very well. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous,” she says. “I think I ate too much, and even vomiting doesn’t seem to have helped.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

Cora must be feeling terrible because she agrees without a fight. We leave her car outside her mom’s house and take mine.

“The first few weeks are tough, but it will get better,” I tell her when we’re in my car on the way to her place. I try to get into doctor mode, but I can’t think of her as a patient.

Her mumbled response tells that she’s already falling asleep. I peer at her and see that her eyes are closed. I shouldn’t worry about the vomiting, but I find myself eliminating possible causes. I’m quickly learning that being an obstetrician doesn’t exonerate me from worrying about Cora’s pregnancy. I’ve joined the group of fussy dads-to-be that I’ve always made fun of.

But my worry and thoughts stop with Cora. Every so often, I’ll get excited about the baby, but it’s sporadic, and most times, I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’ve fathered a baby.

When we get to her place, I nudge her awake. “We’re home.”

She pops her eyes open, a look of confusion on her features. “Oh God, I think I fell asleep.”

“Just for a few minutes. Come on, let’s get you in.”

I help her into the building, and as I open the door, she leans on me. “You just need a good night’s sleep, and you’ll be okay.”

“I feel unbelievably exhausted; it’s tempting to sleep with all my clothes on,” Cora says, leading the way into her bedroom.

She does exactly that, collapsing on the bed. For a few seconds, I stand in one spot, unsure of my next move. I can’t leave her like that. It’s uncomfortable sleeping with all your clothes on, especially now that she’s pregnant.

Making a decision, I go to Cora and proceed to help her out of her clothes while softly telling her it won’t take long. First off is her light jacket. My body betrays me when I lift Cora’s top over her head, leaving her with just a bra on.

I’m glad that although Cora is not completely asleep, her eyes are closed, so she can’t see my rapidly swelling hard-on.

I pull her pants down over her hips, desire burning a hot spot in the pit of my belly. I swallow hard and force myself to concentrate on the task at hand. A task that’s made even more difficult when musky scents waft up to my nose. I almost groan aloud as lust almost overwhelms me.

There’s only one thing left to do, and that is to unclasp her bra. I remember how much Tessa used to look forward to removing her bra at the end of the day. Cora mumbles as I roll her to her side.

When the bra is off, I keep my gaze averted and quickly pull up the bedding to cover her. I let out a big sigh when it’s done.

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I groan as I become aware of a soft hand fisted around my cock, stroking the length of it. I match the movements by rocking my hips back and forth. As I become fully awake, it dawns on me that first I’m not in my own bed, and second, I’m not dreaming. The hand on my cock is real.

The events of the previous night come to me. I’d debated on whether to go home, but the thought of leaving Cora alone when she was not well had not sat comfortably on me. I’d decided to spend the night. But why didn’t I have my boxer briefs on?

The answer comes to me. I sleep naked at home, and at some point in the night, I’d pulled them off, thinking I was home.

Cora trails soft kisses on my back as her hand drives me wild, leading me to believe that she’s awake. I turn around to face her. Even in the darkness, I can see the white of her eyes. I cup her cheek and brush my lips against hers. She parts her lips, and my tongue slides into the heat of her mouth. She inches closer, and her taut nipples graze against my chest. I kiss her deeply until we’re both panting.

A warning bell goes off in my mind. I shouldn’t be doing this. Having sex again will only complicate matters.

I break the kiss, but instead of pulling away, I slide down until I’m face to face with Cora’s breasts. I push them together and thumb each taut nipple.

“Oh God yes,” Cora cries. Her fingers thread through my hair frantically.

I lick and suck a nipple before moving to the next and then back again. After several minutes during which I shower attention on Cora’s gorgeous breasts, she pushes my head down.

I trail kisses down her belly and down to her pussy. I take her left leg, raise it to rest on my shoulder, and then use my tongue to prob open her folds.

Her loud moans fill the room. She calls my name over and over again. I noisily suck the juices that pour out from her pussy.

“I want you inside,” Cora says. “Please.”

I give her a few more licks before gently dropping her leg. She pushes me to lie on my back in a totally Cora way that I remember. I love it when she takes charge.

I lie back and watch as she gets onto my lap to straddle me. My cock bobs up and down in anticipation of being buried in Cora’s sweet folds.

“You look so beautiful up there,” I tell her.

“I need you,” Cora says in a tone that makes the hairs at the back of my neck rise.

“I’m here,” I respond, surprising myself. A couple of years earlier, a sentiment like that would have got me running for the hills.

Her eyes are glazed over as she takes my cock with one hand, holding it in place as she lowers herself onto it.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my cock stretches her inner walls with every inch that goes in.

When I’m completely in, I sit up and grip her hips and then take a nipple into my mouth. I suck it while my cock swells inside Cora’s pussy. She pushes me back onto the bed and proceeds to ride me. I keep a loose grip on her hips as she moves up and down, her breasts bouncing along. How did I stay away so long from Cora? I’d give anything to have this feeling of being buried in her pussy all the time.

Her walls mold around the length of my cock, milking me with every movement. Cora is definitely every man’s dream woman in bed. She gives everything during sex, holding nothing back.

“I’m almost coming,” Cora cries.

I grip her hips tighter and thrust upward with more force and urgency. I know that she’s coming when her eyes widen, and she lets out a series of loud, throaty cries.

My cock throbs before releasing a string of cum deep inside Cora’s pussy. I shudder and groan and continue pumping through my orgasm. When it’s over, Cora collapses on top of me, and I cradle her, holding her close.

Protective feelings come over me as I hold her. I think about the baby growing inside her. My baby. I’ve heard dads-to-be saying that it doesn’t feel real to them. I can relate to that. I wish I could picture our little girl snuggled in Cora’s tummy, growing by the day.

Cora’s breath returns to normal, and she slides off me. She flicks a switch, and the room is flooded by light. She lies down facing me. “How did you come to spend the night?”

This was from someone who seconds ago was demanding that I fuck her. I’m not sure whether the question is friendly or not.

I turn to my side to face her. Her hair covers her cheek, and I’m tempted to smooth it back, but I don’t. I’m not sure about where I stand. “I felt bad leaving you alone. Do you want me to leave?”

“It’s a bit too late for that,” Cora says, a note of amusement in her voice. “You wanted to talk.”

“Yeah.” I take a moment to gather my thoughts. “I wanted to apologize for the way I acted when you told me that you were pregnant. I’m sorry, and I deserved to have cushions thrown at me.”

She cracks a smile, but the wary look does not leave her face. If we’re to have a go at this parenting thing together, I’m going to have to be a little more honest with her.

I clear my throat. “There’s something I never told you when we were dating. I was married before.”

Cora’s mouth forms an ‘O.’

Familiar pain creeps into my chest, and I harden my heart. It’s been almost four years. Enough time for the pain to abate, but sometimes I wonder if it ever will. Though, to be honest, I now have moments when I remember something from my past with Tessa, and I laugh.

I really was an asshole. How could I have not told her something so huge like I had been married just months earlier? Then the answer comes to me. If I’d told her about my marriage, then I’d have had to tell her that I’d lost Tessa.

It had taken me years to say that out loud.

“What happened? Divorce?” she says.

I hate this part where I have to explain that we did not divorce, but that wife died. Guilt usually follows, and it’s no different when I tell Cora.

“Tessa died in a road accident.”

Cora covers her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry. Oh God, that’s terrible.”

“It’s four years ago now,” I tell her as if it makes a difference when I lost her. The fact remains that I lost her.

Cora narrows her eyes. “That would mean that when we met three years ago, it had almost just happened. Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrug. “I’d been in a bad place and could not even bear to think about Tessa let alone talk about her. Anyway, I’m telling you this now so that you can understand why I never want to marry again.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Cora says tightly.

I curse myself. I always say the wrong thing where Cora is concerned. “I know.” I search for the right words. “What I want to say is that I’m not good at relationships.”

She rolls her eyes. “Believe me; I know that.” She has a right to roll her eyes. I’ve been a complete bastard to her.

“After I lost Tessa, I was done with relationships. And of course, that goes for babies too.”

“You should have worn protection then.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve said that to myself.”

Cora abruptly sits up in bed and swings her legs over the edge. “Look, Thomas, I know that you’re probably feeling guilty right now, but you don’t need to.”

“I’m not feeling guilty—”

“I’ll take care of my baby myself.”

This was going downhill fast. “You’re getting me wrong, Cora. I’m willing to take responsibility for my child. I just can’t promise anything more than that.”

“What does that mean exactly?” she says, the atmosphere between us still icy.

“It means that I want to have a relationship with our child.”

She gets back under the covers but doesn’t face me. She looks up at the ceiling. “This is turning out to be so complicated and so hard.”

She looks so tired, and an urge to take care of her comes over me, but I stifle it. I don’t want to make the same mistake I made the other time by giving Cora hope that we can be anything more.