Page 11 of Daddy's Double Surprise

I obliged her, sliding my cock into her tight, hot hole, her sphincter clenching around me as if she’d been made for me alone. The moisture from her pussy slicked me enough to make it pleasurable. Sunny moaned and rocked back into me as I thrust hard and deep into her tightness. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and her breasts bounced under her. I grabbed them both and squeezed hard as I slammed into her.

Her head was thrown back, a stream of profanities and moans escaping her lips. She was so hot, so tight, and so verywet. I reached around her body and found her clit, rubbing it in time to my thrusts.

Sunny came again with a scream, her whole body tensing. She gripped me like a vise and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came deep inside her, filling her with the evidence of our tryst. My dick pulsed and throbbed. She writhed and whimpered, and when her convulsing and jerking stopped, she lay bent over the desk as I pulled out.

It took me a moment to catch my breath. I picked up her panties and bra and handed them to her, along with her scrubs. She grinned at me and blinked her hooded eyes slowly. Then she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed me softly. I held her against my body for a second, enjoying her nearness, knowing Rick would have my head if he knew about this. She was way too young for me, but so tempting.

“Would it be insane for us to keep doing this? See where it went?” As the words marched off my tongue, I somehow knew that was what I really wanted. For the first time in years, I found someone I might actually want to date longer than once or twice.

Sunny pulled away and set the pile of clothing on the desk, then started to dress one piece at a time as she spoke. “Honestly, Carter, I think you’re an amazing man.” I could sense thebutcoming. “I’m just not planning to be around here for a long time. I’m only here until I feel up to moving back to Tampa. Dad insisted after Kira’s funeral I hang around a while.”

The rush of endorphins was already fading, but that statement sucked the wind out of my sails, and I felt the need to protest. “You might find a reason to stay, and if you did, maybe we could find out if we have something real here.” I bent and picked up my boxers, stepping into them and pulling them up. I hated to think this was just a fling and nothing more, that the deep connection I felt was only one-sided.

“Maybe,” she said, reaching around to snap her bra shut. She tugged on her scrub bottoms, then her top, slid her feet into her Crocs, and stared at her pile of files.

“Maybe? Is that you saying you’d actually date me?” I chuckled to keep it light, but I was feeling a smidgen discouraged.

“Oh, no. That’s a definite yes, I’d date you. I’m just not sold on staying here in LA. We’ll just have to see what happens, I guess.” She glanced at the papers again. “Mind if I clean this up in the morning? I think I’m feeling up to facing Dad now.”

“Yeah, go on…” I slipped into my slacks and watched her walk toward the back to get her things. When she came out, I was fully dressed, ready to return to my office. She pressed a kiss to my cheek and hovered close to me for a second. I said, “You never know. You might find a reason to stay here that’s so compelling you can’t go back.” I hoped she picked up on the fact that I was talking about myself.

“You’re right. Anything could happen…Goodnight, Doc.” Sunny kissed me one last time and walked out the door, taking my very fragile heart with her.

My God, what was I doing?

7

SUNNY

My hands shook as I positioned the X-ray machine. They shook harder as I reviewed the films. The woman waiting in exam room one came in with a possible broken wrist, bruising all over her body. With Jackson out for the day and Carter slammed with his own patients, I tackled this case, but it challenged my ability to focus and remain detached personally.

That was one thing they taught you in nursing school—to feel compassion without allowing your emotions to affect your decision-making ability. Seeing those bruises on her arms, hip, and the side of her face, however, pulled at something deep inside my chest, gnawing at it.

I carried the old-school films back to the exam room, passing Carter and a teenage male patient in the hallway. He smiled, but the best I could do was offer a curt professional nod. So many strong feelings swarmed me as I walked back to show the patient her X-rays and let her know that luckily this time there was only bruising.

I knocked before I stepped into the room, and she looked up at me with a drooping, crooked smile. Her little girl sat on thechair next to her rather than on her knee at the exam table as before. Those bright blue curious eyes were the reason I never brought up my suspicion about this woman potentially being in a bad situation at home. It wasn’t the sort of topic you should bring up around children, but after living through my own personal hell, it also wasn’t something I could overlook.

“Well, Mrs. Shroyer, I’ve had a look at the X-rays, and I don’t see any breaks. It appears to be all soft tissue damage.” Sliding the films into clips on the X-ray viewing box, I pointed to the areas we were concerned about. “I’m not seeing any breaks or cracks, not even a shadow. I think,” I said, turning to face her, “with time and rest, you will heal right up.”

Mrs. Shroyer nodded gratefully and sighed. “Thank you, Sunny,” she breathed, and she hugged her little girl to her side.

“I just wanted to confirm that these bruises came from a tumble down the stairs…” The positioning of each bruise, the way she said she fell, even her little girl telling me it did, in fact, happen, hadn’t settled my heart. I met her gaze and offered a compassionate look, a knowing look, and she smiled warmly.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “I promise you. I just slipped on Nisha’s Barbie car at the top of the stairs and fell.” Then she turned to her daughter whose shoulders sagged.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” the little one said, and Mrs. Shroyer gave her a big squeeze.

“No harm done. We just have to pick up toys around the house, so accidents don’t happen, okay?”

Relief started to seep in as they stood and Mrs. Shroyer took her daughter’s hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sucker I’d stashed there at reception when I saw the child come in, handing it to Nisha.

“Thank you for being such a good helper and being patient,” I said, and Nisha’s eyes lit up.

She glanced at her mom, who nodded and grinned, then Mrs. Shroyer thanked me again before they walked out.

I had to stand there a few minutes and compose myself before I could do anything. When I bumped into Freya a few weeks ago, I’d been riddled with guilt over never checking in on her. Kira and I moved to Tampa, and I went on my merry way, building a new life far away from here. It was Chad who brought it crashing back down to earth. Freya’s bruises reminded me of my own very painful incident with him. He only hit me once, but after months of watching his anger issue get worse and ignoring the red flags, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

After seeing Mrs. Shroyer’s purpled tissue, the same guilt welled up in my chest. I fingered my cell phone in the right front pocket of my scrubs and thought of Freya. She seemed so happy to see me, then so frightened when I asked her if she was okay. I’d let my own grief over losing Kira and my frustration with my father distract me from following up, and it was time I did something about it.

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