Page 41 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
Her plea hit me low, snapping the last of my control. My grip on her waist tightened as I drove into her, harder, deeper, finding a rhythm that left no space for doubt. Every time I filled her up, she squeezed around me like her body was trying to hold me there, refusing to let go. The slap of our bodies echoed through the room, her cries tangling with my groans until it felt like the whole damn world narrowed to just us.
“Take it, baby. That’s it—take all of me.” My voice was rough in her ear, teeth grazing her shoulder as I pulled her tighter to my chest. She broke down against me, trembling, her moans tearing into a sharp cry as her release ripped through her. I didn’t let her go. I held her there, steady, moving with her until she sagged against me, spent and shaking.
Only then did I let go, my own climax crashing hard as I buried myself deep, grinding into her like I could weld us together. My forehead pressed to hers, our breaths hot and uneven, and I whispered, “Mine. Always mine.”
It wasn’t a threat this time. It was a promise. And I knew she felt it in every shiver that rolled through her body against mine.
My body ached so good. It was still early, but the memories of last night felt like it was only moments ago. I turned on the soft sheets of his bed to face him. His eyes were closed, and I could see the rise and fall of his chest. I wanted to reach out and trace the length of his jaw and down the tip of his nose to mark his face in my memory. But I didn’t want to wake him up. It seemed like he needed this rest. I was glad I was the one to give it to him.
I slipped out of bed and handled my hygiene, then quickly hopped in the shower. I wanted to brush my teeth and maybe make a little breakfast.
The dick I received last night upgraded him from Doc to Desmond swiftly. I stepped back into the room and glanced over at Desmond, who was still sleeping comfortably, when I heard a light knock against the door. I rushed over to get it, figuring it was Esa so she wouldn’t wake him.
I opened the door to see Esa rubbing her eyes. I slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid against my shoulder.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
She nodded, so I instructed her to brush her teeth and then meet me in the kitchen. I watched for a moment as she rushed towards her room. Once I could no longer see her, I made my way down the hallway, then downstairs into the kitchen. I hoped I wasn’t overstepping by being in this man’s kitchen.
I stood in front of his fridge and released a breath before pulling the doors open. I grabbed the carton of brown eggs, milk, and cheese. Then, I placed them on the counter. Then, I bent down to pull open the freezer drawer but didn’t notice anything I would need there. So, I opened the fridge again and noticed a drawer with sausage inside. So, I grabbed those and then turned to place them onto the counter as well.
It wasn’t long before Esa was skipping into the kitchen with her dolls and a princess dress on. After she brushed her teeth, she must have decided to change her clothes as well. I couldn’t help but smile in her direction.
“Whatcha doing?” she questioned in a singing voice.
I chuckled and pointed towards the food on the counter. “We’re cooking breakfast! You want to help?” I asked.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“Okay! But I need your help. Do you know where I can find the pots and pans?” I asked.
She walked around the island to a lower cabinet and pulled it open. Then told me the story of when her father made spaghetti with her, which was her explanation of why she knew where to look. I couldn’t help but smile as I grabbed the things I needed.
It didn’t take me long to find the rest of what I needed: seasonings, silverware, and the bowls. It wasn’t long before I had Esa sitting on the counter mixing the eggs while I seasoned them with salt and pepper, then added a little milk since I noticed he didn’t have any heavy whipping cream.
Once we finished mixing those, we set them aside so I could cut up the sausage. Esa talked the entire time. It amazed me how kids had something to say about everything, but it didn’t bother me one bit. Who wanted to sit in a quiet kitchen? I glanced up at Esa since I had her mixing pancake mix now, and she had a bit of mix on her dress and face. I couldn’t understand how that happened, but I wasn’t the one to judge. I turned around and noticed a speaker on the corner of the kitchen counter.
“Oh, Esa, do you want to listen to music?” I asked with a wiggle of my hips.
She smiled widely and nodded, waving her arms around in a circle after placing the bowl to the side. I walked over to the Bluetooth speaker and turned it down because I wasn’t sure how loud he had it. Then I turned it on and connected my phone after disconnecting Desmond’s.
It didn’t take long for us to figure it out, and it wasn’t long before my classics played through the speaker. “Emotions” by Mariah Carey played, and I couldn’t help but sing along, teaching Esa the words. She was using the mixing spoon as a microphone as I cooked the sausage on the stovetop.
We danced around the kitchen when “Every Little Step” by Bobby Brown played. It was a lot of things I played about, but Bobby Brown wasn’t one of them. Esa didn’t know the greatness that was playing the swinging of her little body, which let me know she had a good ear for good music.
The clearing of someone’s throat caused me to look up, only to see Desmond standing freshly showered in front of hisparents who I’d met on more than one occasion since they usually picked Esa up.
Esa and I turned to face them with smiles. I waved awkwardly because I wasn’t sure how much he told them about what we had going on. But by the look on his mother’s face, she was pleased. His father matched her expression as Esa ran past her dad to get to them.
Desmond was unfazed as he walked further into the room to get to me. He reached around me and moved the pancake I was cooking from the stove top to the other side. Then leaned down to kiss me, then whispered in my ear.
“Damn, I fucked you so good I deserved breakfast. You look damn good cooking it too. Next time, wake me up so I can help you. You deserve breakfast too, baby.”
I giggled like a schoolgirl. This man had that kind of effect on me.I might as well get used to it.
