Doctor Perfect: The Omegas of Sweet Water, Texas Page 5

  “Please,” he whispered, licking his full lips. “Fuck me, please.”

  It wasn’t like I needed convincing. I was so hard and ready to enter him, I felt light headed with need. I moved over him, nudging his thighs wider as I pressed my cock to his hole. His breathing picked up as I lowered my body on his, and when I pushed inside him, he cried out and wrapped his arms around my waist. He was so tight I almost came right then, but somehow I held on to my control. I hesitated a second, trying to keep a grip on my lust, then I began to thrust deep and hard.

  His lips moved silently, and his gaze held mine as I sank deeper and deeper into him. Even though we’d only spent one night together before, we seemed to know what the other needed instinctively. He met each thrust with a moan, giving and taking, our naked bodies undulating as one. Soft groans and the slide of flesh were the only sounds in the room for a time, and the pleasure was so intense it was difficult not to let myself drown in the delicious squeeze of him.

  After our discussion about fucking bare, my mind was filled with images of taking him raw. I could just imagine the hot clutch of his flesh without that latex barrier. I wanted to watch his expression change as my hot seed filled him, he’d probably come too at the feel of me pumping my load into him. I’d fuck my cum deep into him, smearing my scent inside and out of his body. No other alpha would come near him then. No other alpha would dare.

  “Liam.” Fox’s voice trembled, tinged with desperation.

  His pleading pulled me from my lusty fantasy, and I held his gaze. “Do it. Come.”

  “Yes. Yes.” His movements sped up. “I need to.”

  Clamping my hands on his thighs, I was able to pump into him even deeper, fucking him so deep, his eyes widened and his lips parted. With an almost startled cry, his body jerked, and warm, thick spurts of cum coated his stomach and chest. His shuddering orgasm was so beautiful to watch, it sent me over the edge too. The delicious squeeze of him on my swollen cock sent me flailing into my climax, and with a chest deep groan, I finally came hard. Clenching my teeth, pleasure radiated from my head to my toes, the waves of ecstasy so powerful, I couldn’t open my eyes.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me, kissing my shoulder and neck, and whispering how good it was to be fucked by me. I wasn’t usually emotional during sex, but I felt so connected to him in that moment, my eyes stung. My cock was still inside him and I had no desire to pull out. I simply wanted to lay in his arms and enjoy the moment. Something weird was going on with me. Maybe it was the death of my dad that was making me so emotional. I’d tried not to fixate on his passing, but it was hard not to. We’d had a lot of unresolved issues and now they’d never be resolved.

  “That was fucking awesome.”

  Fox’s husky voice broke into my morose thoughts and I laughed. I pulled carefully out of him, tossing the used condom in a trash receptacle near the bed. “It kind of was, wasn’t it?” I returned to him.

  He sighed and nuzzled my neck. “I thought maybe once was enough.”

  “You mean because I didn’t call?”

  “Yeah.” His tone was self-conscious.

  “No. It was just because of my dad.” I trailed my fingers down his spine.

  He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, but then he asked, “Were you two close?”

  My wince was hidden by the darkness. “Yes and no. We were very different.”

  “Was it a generational thing?”

  I laughed gruffly. “No. It was a personality thing. Plus, he didn’t want me to be a doctor.”

  “Oh.”

  “He loved me. I knew he loved me, so at least I have that to hold on to.”

  “That’s good.” He shifted. “Why didn’t he want you to be a doctor?”

  “He didn’t believe in medicine.”

  Fox laughed, as if he thought I was kidding.

  “I’m serious. He only believed in the power of prayer.”

  He sat up on his elbow, peering through the dim light as if trying to read my expression. “Is that why you find my positive thinking theory annoying?”

  “Maybe. It reminds me of how block headed my dad was.”

  “Well, just for the record, obviously I believe in medicine. I’m a nurse.”

  I grinned and smoothed my hand over his hip. “I know.”

  “I just think we can treat ourselves with both medicine and the mind.”

  “I know. My dad was kind of wacky. He had a lot of unusual ideas about the world.” I tried to push away the depression that wanted to settle on me. “But I loved him.”

  He nestled beside me again, and his arms tightened. “Of course you did.”

  The feel of him against me felt surprisingly right. Generally, I didn’t like staying over at someone’s house, or sleeping with the same people more than a couple of times. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and those actions sometimes confused omegas. But the idea of not seeing Fox again didn’t sit well with me. His energy attracted me; comforted me. I knew we didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but I still enjoyed him. Maybe I was over thinking things. I did tend to do that, especially with things of the heart.

  But this isn’t anything to do with the heart. This is just sex.

  “Both my parents are still alive. My mom was sick last year and that scared the hell out of me. But she’s better now.” His voice was groggy.

  “Do they live here in Sweet Water?”

  “Yep.” He nodded and his stubbly chin rubbed my chest.

  “You and your sister seem close.”

  “We are. She’s my best friend.”

  I smiled affectionately and then frowned. Was I actually starting to like Fox as more than just a sexual partner? That thought nonplussed me a little. But not enough to stop seeing him. I’d probably tire of him soon enough, but for now, he was fun. Sweet. “I don’t have any siblings.”

  “That’s must have been weird.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know…” He laughed. “Wasn’t Christmas morning a little strange. Just you tearing into your presents with your parents watching you?”

  “It wasn’t like that. Mom would put on Christmas music and dad and her would have some spiked eggnog.” I smiled at the memories. “It was wonderful actually. Both of my parents were very loving. My dad had some unorthodox thoughts on medicine, but he was very warm.”

  “I’m trying to picture you in that environment, and it’s just not working.” He snorted with amusement.

  “Why not?” I pulled my brows together.

  “Because I keep picturing you in a little white doctor’s coat.”

  I laughed. “On Christmas morning as a kid?”

  “Yep.”

  I scowled and moved to tickle him. “Stop picking on me.”

  He blocked my seeking hand, and held on to my wrist, his warm breath whooshing over my skin as he chuckled. “I can’t help it.”

  “I was just a regular kid. I did regular kid stuff.”

  “If you say so.”

  I couldn’t help laughing. “I’m serious. It wasn’t until college that I became this stuffy person you see before you.”

  He stopped moving, and said, “You’re not stuffy.”

  I exhaled tiredly. “I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and boring.”

  “No.” He moved against me again, his hands sliding over my skin. “You’re anything but boring.”

  My cock stirred with interest, and I nudged my knee between his thighs. “Is that right?”

  He laughed, and surprised me by rolling over to straddle me. “Yep.” He rocked his hips, sliding his ass over my hardening cock. His dick was stiff and he stroked himself while he stared down at me. “I was really disappointed when you didn’t call me.”

  “Yeah?” My heart beat picked up as he leaned over and grabbed another condom and the lube.

  He tore open the condom with his teeth, and he slowly rolled it down my surprisingly hard length. I tended to need more time to recover, but the fee
l of his hands on me was too delicious.

  I moaned and pulsed my hips. “I need to fuck you, now.”

  He smiled and opened the lube bottle. “Patience.”

  “Now you’re just trying to get back at me for saying that to you.”

  “Nah. I just want this night to last.”

  He slathered his fingers and tossed the bottle onto the sheets. Lifting up, he prepared himself, lips parted and eyes hooded. Excitement ramped in my gut, and I dug my fingers into his hips, wanting to fuck him desperately. Once he was ready, he lifted himself above my cock, and he sank down. The tip of my dick pressed his hole, and then the tight muscles of his anus gave way, and he groaned and lowered himself all the way.

  The sudden, intense squeeze of his channel on my sensitive cock had me hissing with pleasure. I couldn’t help but thrust upward, holding him in place as I impaled him even deeper. He shuddered and cried out, clamping his ass on my cock, and whimpering. I shoved my hips up and down, sliding in and out of his perfect slick heat, wishing I didn’t have a condom on. God, I’d have loved to mark him. Fill him.

  Breed him.

  The fact I kept having that same reoccurring fantasy startled me. It had to be that I was simply caught up in the passion of the moment. I didn’t want a relationship. I just wanted to forget the world, buried deep inside him. “Fox,” I whispered.

  “Harder. Oh, God.” He bobbed up and down on my cock, moaning and running his hands over his beaded nipples.

  This felt too good. I wasn’t going to last, but he probably wasn’t either, if his needy sounds were anything to go by.

  “Shit,” he hissed, stroking himself fast. “I’m gonna come. Fuck you feel good.”

  “Yeah, come.” My voice was hoarse as I pounded into him. The slick glide of my cock inside of him was too much. I had to come. I had to.

  His body stiffened and he threw his head back. “Fuucckk.” His body jerked, and he shot thick ropes of cum over my abs.

  The sight of him in the throes of his climax was too much, and I came too. My dick throbbed and then exploded, my release filling the condom buried deep inside him. My body quaked and shuddered, and he moaned and trembled holding my gaze. The connection between us was insane, I felt like I could feel what he felt, and that he could do the same with me.

  He sighed and slumped, slowly sliding off of me to collapse beside me. I lay where he’d left me, legs splayed and cock spent. I reached to rest my hand on his leg, needing the feel of his skin under my palm. “Wow,” I whispered.

  “I know.” He smiled weakly.

  We fell silent. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. “I needed this.”

  He sat up and grabbed tissues. Then he gently cleaned my stomach off, and slipped the condom from my deflated cock. He pulled the blankets over us, pressing up against me. “Sleep.”

  I knew I should probably just get up, dress and go. But I didn’t want to. I just wanted to fall asleep in Fox’s arms, and not worry about anything but the two of us. “You sure it’s okay if I stay?”

  “I’m more than sure.” He kissed my shoulder.

  Letting out a tired breath, I decided not to obsess about what was the right thing to do here. He wanted me to stay, and I wanted that too. Why fight it? I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Dad died. I’d almost worried I’d never sleep again because of my swirling thoughts and emotions about Dad. But somehow, wrapped in the warm embrace of Fox, I found my lids heavy and I allowed sleep to claim me.

  Chapter Six

  Fox

  Priscilla opened the door and handed me a bottle of beer immediately.

  I frowned. “Is it that kind of day?”

  She laughed gruffly. “Yes.”

  I walked into her small apartment and found her boyfriend sitting on the couch. “Hey, Doug,” I called out.

  “Oh, hey, Fox.” He waved, but he was deep into playing a game on the X-box.

  I followed my sister into the bright kitchen. She closed the door for privacy, and then she took a long swig off her glass of wine. “I’m about to murder him.”

  “Who? Doug?”

  She nodded. “He’s been on that damn game all day. It’s Saturday. It would be nice to go do something on my day off.”

  “We can go do something if you want.” I sipped my beer. The cold crisp flavor made me sigh, and I set the bottle down. I was feeling pretty cheerful after my night with Liam. He’d left early in the morning, but he’d promised to call. I hoped he really would, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high. However, regardless of my cautious optimism, I was still riding on a happy high of great sex and amazing sleep.

  “I sort of wanted to spend a little time with my boyfriend.” She winced. “No offense.”

  I shrugged. “I get it.”

  She studied me. “You’re in an awfully good mood.”

  “Yeah. I am.” I grinned.

  “Does that have anything to do with Dr. Prost?” Her smile was sly.

  My face warmed. “How would you know that?” It wasn’t like Liam and I had announced we were meeting up after work. How the heck had my sister figured that out?

  “A little bird told me they saw you at The Watering Hole late last night.”

  “What bird?”

  “Never you mind. Is it true?” Her eyes were bright.

  I decided there was no reason to be cagey with my sister. I told her everything anyway, and would have spilled my guts today, eventually. I took another swallow of beer, making her wait for my answer. Then I set the bottle down and laughed. “Yep.”

  She punched my arm. “You sly dog. How did that happen? Did he call you?”

  My smile faded. “No. Actually, we uh… we had a really sad case at the end of our shifts.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Shit. Was it the postmortem C-section?”

  Nodding, I said, “Unfortunately, yes.”

  “I heard about it. The baby is still breathing. That’s hopeful.”

  “It is. I just hope he keeps getting stronger and doesn’t go downhill.” I sighed. “Anyway, Liam and I decided to grab a drink after that to let off some steam. It was pretty depressing.”

  “I’ll bet.” She bit her lower lip. “Did he explain why he never called you after your first night together?”

  “His dad died.”

  “Crap.” She widened her eyes.

  “I know. He was obviously torn up about it. He had to fly out of state to help his mom with the arrangements.”

  “Oh. Well, that’s awful. But at least he didn’t just not call, right?” She gave a weak smile.

  “Exactly. He had a good reason.” I worked the label of my beer bottle with my finger nail. “When he left this morning he said he’d call.”

  “Then… he probably will.”

  “Yeah.” I met her open gaze. “I hope so. I really like him.”

  She nodded, her jaw a little tense. “I don’t think he’s looking for anything serious.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “I know.” She didn’t sound convinced. “But you’re kind of built for relationships. I’m not sure about him.”

  “Priscilla, I’m not looking for anything serious. I still need to heal from what a dick Jerry was.”

  “Sure. But it’s been six months. You’re probably about ready to start dating again.”

  “As you well know, my career comes before the whole baby thing for me. I’m not the typical omega who can’t wait to settle down and have kids. I have plenty of time.” I raked a hand through my hair, feeling a twinge of anxiety. It wasn’t easy bucking what people expected of you. But I also wasn’t going to just start popping out kids because society thought I should.

  “Right. But you’re still an omega no matter what. Our kind crave stability and an alpha.” She gave an irritable glance toward the closed kitchen door. “I’m starting to think maybe I’m wasting my time with Doug.”

  That grumpy comment was surprising coming from my sister. She was usually very easy going and p
atient about Doug’s more immature side. I frowned and examined her closely. “Is everything okay between you two?”

  “Yes. But like I told you, he’s starting to annoy me. He takes me for granted. I don’t like it.”

  I laughed. “He’s always been this way.”

  “Yep.”

  “But now it matters?” I narrowed my eyes.

  She avoided looking at me.

  “Priss. What the heck is going on with you?”

  She sighed and met my gaze. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”

  I bugged my eyes. “Excuse me?”

  She slumped. “I just took a test this morning.”

  That certainly made her foul mood more understandable. I glanced at her glass of wine and slid it away from her. “What the hell are you drinking wine for?”

  Looking depressed, she pushed her lower lip out in a pout. “It’s fruit punch.”

  I laughed. “Oh.”

  “I can’t believe I’m gonna have a kid.” She groaned.

  “Well, it’s good news, isn’t it?” I arched a brow. “You want kids, right? You’ve always said you did.”

  “Not now. I wanted them later.”

  “Well… I guess life had other plans.”

  “Yeah, great. Now I can have two kids.” She gestured toward the living room.

  “Does Doug know?”

  She scowled. “Hell, no.”

  “Why not?”

  She shifted uneasily. “I’m not sure what to do.”

  I tilted my head. “You mean you don’t want to have the baby?”

  “Maybe.”

  I hesitated. “Well, that’s obviously up to you. But Doug should at least know, right?”

  “Why? He’s like a ten-year-old.”

  “It’s his kid. He has to be told.” I grimaced. “I think Doug will step up.”

  She exhaled roughly. “And if he doesn’t? Then what?”

  “I’m here. I’ll help you as much as you need. Come on, you must know that.”

  Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I can’t believe this is happening. I forgot my birth control pill two times. Just two fucking times.”