Page 78 of The Doctor's Truth

She cries out into my mouth, and her sex clenches around me tightly, followed by quick pulses. She rides out her orgasm, rocking in my lap, moaning softly. I lift my hips to meet hers, and when I let myself go, it feels like an afterthought.

The trust in her eyes. The moans from her lips. Those are the moments I savor. My orgasm feels almost secondary.

She clicks the vibrator off, tosses it to the mattress, and pants. Those green eyes of hers look hazy, like she just woke up from a great dream. She grins.

“God. You’re good at that.”

“You’re a vision,” I tell her.

There’s a moment between us. I’m still inside of her, and she’s wrapped up against me, and we practically share the same body like this. I feel spilled open.

“I love you,” I tell her. It just comes out.

Kenzi looks down at me, and her eyebrows knit, like I’m speaking a different language. She opens her mouth, but—

Then we both hear the front door unlock, and Otto’s small feet racing inside.

“Shit!” Kenzi says under her breath. In a second, she jumps off me and grabs her clothes, yanking them on. I follow suit.

“You have to go,” Kenzi says. “They can’t see you here.”

“Your mom knows about me, right?” Kenzi gives me a look, and that’s all the answer I need. “Ah. You want me to hide in the closet or something?”

Kenzi’s eyes flit to the window, then back to me. Her mouth in an apologetic grimace.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“I’m so sorry…I just…this isn’t a conversation I want to have with Otto, you know?”

As if on cue, the kid starts calling out, “Mum?”

“Go,” Kenzi says, her voice urgent.

Copy that. I open up the window. My jacket it downstairs, but—c’est la vie, I guess it’s taking one for the team. I’m halfway on the tree branch, halfway in her window, when I glance back and add, “I’ll climb out the window. One condition.”

“What?”

“Come to my parents dinner this weekend?”

“Yes!” she says, exasperated. “Fine! Now leave!”

“Sweet.” I wink. “See you later.”

And then I drop, shimmying down the tree. My car is parked across the street, so I slide into it and warm it up.

I got up and out of there so fast, my condom is still clinging to me. Awkwardly, I reach into my pants, snap it off, and put it…where?

There’s an old coffee cup sitting in the console. Sure.

A minute ago, I was telling Kenzi I loved her. Now, I’m stashing used condoms in coffee mugs.

Life is weird.

I’m about to peel out when I see through her window—Kenzi has made it downstairs. She scoops Otto up, and the kid laughs in her arms.

The sight warms me, like taking a sip of hot cider on a snowy day. She’s a good mom.

I might’ve told her on an impulse, but I realize now that I meant it. I really do love this woman. I want to be part of that picture. Me, Kenzi, Otto, Donovan. One big happy family. It could work, right? Why not?

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