Page 62 of Doctor Mile High
I pause at the bottom of the staircase and look around my house, wondering if it’s too sterile for us. Dove needs to add her touch. The floors are white tile, the walls are white, even the stairs are white. They have gold trim on the edge, but that’s the only pop of color.
How did I not notice how cold my home is?
Before Dove, I was only existing, and now since I have her in my life, she brings vibrance to my everyday life. I want our home to reflect that.
Climbing up the steps, I’m careful not to spill her latte, and when I get to the top, I flip the hallway light on to illuminate a long plain hallway.
The walls have art on them, but it reminds me of the hallways at the hospital. I can’t have my family think they’re surrounded by medicine when I come home. Everything needs to change. The walls need painted. We need family photos. We need new furniture. Even my bedframe is boring and plain because I’m never here. The hospital is my life.
Not anymore, though.
I peek into Winston’s nursery to check on him. It’s the only room in the house that has any type of life in it. The walls are painted a light green and cartoon dinosaurs are painted on every wall. Pressing my hand against his chest, I let out a long breath when I feel his little body rise and fall. I can’t count how often I do this every day. I have to make sure he’s okay. I can’t go a day without knowing he’s okay.
“I love you so much,” I whisper to him, low enough to not wake him, but I hope he can hear me.
“You’re such a good dad.”
I turn to see Dove standing in the doorway in a thick fluffy robe, towel drying her hair. She looks so beautiful. She’s feeling so much better since the plane, the surgery, and the conference. She’s so strong, and she can’t even see how amazing she is. That’s okay. I’ll remind her every day for the rest of my life.
“Hey, Love Dove.” I stroll over to her, kissing her cheek before handing her the latte. “How are you doing today?” Tucking a piece of her wet hair behind her ear, my gaze drifts over her face, wanting to see every inch of her natural beauty. Her eyes are so blue, they remind me of the sky on a cloudless day.
“I feel amazing and more like myself. I’m nervous to know what Dr. Leighton will say. If I’m ready to work or—” She hooks herfingers in the waistband of my sweatpants, rubbing her hand back and forth across my skin.
My body reacts. My skin reacts in a million goose bumps, my cock coming to life quicker than it ever has. I grab the mug from her and set it on the small table, pushing her against the wall and grabbing her throat as I lock my sights on her lips.
“You’re playing with fire, Dove. We have to be careful until your doctor says otherwise.”
She sinks her hand further, wrapping her lithe fingers around my cock. I moan, my knees buckling from how fucking good she feels. I haven’t touched myself in so long. She couldn’t, so why should I? I wanted to save every drop of cum for her because I’m ready to fill her up all over again.
I growl, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her plump bottom lip that’s begging to be kissed by how she keeps flicking her tongue across it.
Unable to resist any longer, I crash my lips against hers, needing to feel her against me just this once. My body is on fire. My skin is sensitive and burning for her touch.
“I need you so much,” she moans, breaking our kiss to take a sharp breath as our bodies become needier for one another.
I hook her leg over my hip, wanting her to feel the hard length of my cock pressed against her clit.
“Fuck,” I moan, sucking her lip into my mouth. “We can’t. We can’t.” I pull away from her, chest heaving to catch a breath.
But the robe’s belt isn’t tied tight enough and it unravels, showing off the perfect curves of her body. Her hips are widerfrom pregnancy, her breasts fuller with milk, and there isn’t one part of her new body that I don’t want to ravage.
“We can’t,” I sneer between tight teeth, smashing my lips against hers once again.
I’m unable to control myself.
No penetration. No sex. We can do that, but Ineedto feel her against me. I’m fucking desperate for her touch.
Her nails rake down my back and all I hope is that she’s left her mark on me.
“Winston,” she moans, just like she did that night in Costa Rica.
I grab her leg again, wrapping it around my hip so I can settle between her legs. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good. I’m trying so hard not to flip you around and fuck you. You make it so hard to be good when you have a body like this.” My palms skim down her sides, then grip the full round globes of her ass.
Our kiss becomes frantic, messy, our tongues twirling around one another to steal the taste that only belongs to us. I begin to rock, my body answering the call of hers, and the thick, flared tip of my cock brushes over her clit.
Dove’s cries are loud and I have to cover her mouth with my hand. “Shhh, you’ll wake him up. Do you think you can be good?”
She shakes her head, licking from my chin to my lips. “Definitely not.”
