Page 4 of The Holidays with Dr. Mitchell
“And your poor, old dad has surgery early, that means I need to wake up at four in the morning,” Jake said while I internally sighed.
I just wanted to have more time with him. We had so many nights like this where he got home late and slept only a few hours before he had to get up and do it all again. I missed the old Jake and me. I hated feeling like this because most doctors who lived an hour away from the hospital would just sleep there if they had to be up at four for surgeries the next day. I was grateful that Jake always came home to us, but those efforts weren’t enough tonight.
“Do you want me to read to them?” I questioned.
“No,” Jake took Kaley’s hand. “We’ll do a quick bedtime story, then it’ll be light’s out, Mom.”
“Okay,” I said, turning and allowing this negative vibe to follow me into the bedroom. I took the decorative pillows off the bed and turned to go wash my face, brush my teeth, and prep for bed, praying that this rotten mood would be gone in the morning.
“Hey, baby,”Jake said, his strong hands running up each side of my legs. “Your sexy ass isnotgoing to sleep until I have my way with you.”
“I’m far from sexy,” I admitted.
“Don’t ever speak lies about yourself like that,” he said, his voice low.
“Well, I don’t feel sexy,” I said, hating that I was in this pathetic mood.
Jake’s lips touched my neck while he pulled my oversized tee shirt over my head. “Then it’s time I make my wife feel on the inside the way she is on the outside. You’re beyond sexy, baby.You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re going to know that very well when I’m finished with you.”
His lips and tongue ran down the center of my spine, his hands cupping my breasts before moving down to remove my shorts and underwear. I grinned when his teeth gently nipped each of my ass cheeks, and then he turned me to face him. I looked down, tears filling my eyes with so much love and gratitude for this man who always made me feel beautiful, even on my worst day.
I cradled his face in my hands, smiling down into his deep blue eyes that were peering up at me with a love that made me feel like his queen.
“I love you, Jacob Mitchell,” I said. “You are the best man.”
He rose and carried me to our bed with ease. “The kids are down, and I don’t care if I go to sleep late tonight.”
“But your surgery?”
“Stop making excuses for your grown-ass man of a husband.Youare my priority, angel. Tomorrow’s surgery should not be on your mind because, I assure you, it’s not on mine.”
Being loved by a husband who knew how to meet not only your sexual needs but your emotional needs as well was something all wives wanted. I was so thankful I didn’t have to ask him for this or that I didn’t have to complain about my shitty day for him to make me feel beautiful again.
Jake just knew. He always seemed to know what I needed without me ever saying a word. I was blessed beyond all measure to have this man in my life, and even with my battle with cancer, he’d proved himself to be ten million times the husband I could’ve ever asked for, helping me get through that terrifying time not just physically, but mentally as well.
I was a very blessed woman, and I was so happy the funk that’d followed me throughout the day was nonexistent now.
CHAPTER 3
Jake
If there was one thing I didn’t take for granted in life, it was my wife and the love we shared. Before Ash, I was a mess on every level. She was my other half and made me a better man in more ways than one.
So, when I came home from work to find the love of my life looking so worn out, sad, and seemingly depressed, everything within me went to work to ensure her worries were dissolved. I understood my wife carried a heavier burden than I did, working in her gallery and lovingly fulfilling our children’s every need while simultaneously being the ideal wife. Though I had no idea what got my lady down today, I could only imagine it was because she felt lonely. Being married to a surgeon called for quite a few days and nights of being alone, and that wasn’t including all the times I was unexpectedly called away in the middle of spending time together because of emergencies.
Regardless of the reasons for her sad and worn expression, the simple fact was that my angel needed affection and love, and I was the man to give that to her.
Hearing her soft whimpers and feeling my hair being gripped in her fists while I was devouring the delicious taste of her hot sex was turning my ass on, and I was craving more. While Ash laid her head back into the pillows, her legs fell open wider, and her hips arched up, allowing me more access to the one part of her body that I loved bringing to heights of pleasure the way I knew I could.
My hands gripped each side of her waist while I used my lips and tongue to massage her clit. While Ash’s grip tightened at the back of my head, she covered her mouth with her other hand, muting the sounds of arousal she was experiencing. Her ass moved higher in the air, her heels dug into the bed, and she pressed my head harder into her delicious pussy.
“Like that, baby,” she called out breathlessly in a whisper.
It was pretty humorous how we had to whisper so we wouldn’t bring attention to the kids sleeping upstairs. Sometimes it was frustrating as fuck for me because I wanted to hear her scream in pleasure, but if that happened, our kids would be traumatized for life.
I buried my tongue in her opening, seeing she was dripping wet and riding the edge like my angel always did before she found her release of pleasure.
“Come all over my face, angel,” I said, begging to taste more of her.
