Page 69 of Doctor Mile High
“You take my cock so well, my love. I wish you could see how much I stretch you. You’re such a good girl for taking every inch.”
I love the praise and Winston knows it.
He spins us around, grips the headboard for leverage, and hammers into me hard and fast. The entire bed shakes from the passion and force, the headboard smacks against the wall, and the frame grinds against the floor with every thrust I take.
Winston’s hips stutter and his gasps become louder. His hands cling to my body, fingers leaving bruises against my skin, and he spills inside me. He drives in deeper, pushing his cum as far as he can, and we collapse onto the bed in a sweaty heap.
We’re both gasping for breath, his cock still lodged inside me.
“There’s no way I’m going to forget that. You’re right.”
He chuckles, kissing my shoulder. “I’m not either. Nothing about you is forgettable.” He slowly pulls out of me and we both groan. His semi-hard cock slaps against his thigh when he bends down to pick up his pants on the floor.
He pulls a velvet blue box from the pocket. “I know you deserve romance, but I’m tired of you not having a ring. You’ve been mine since Costa Rica, Dove.” He opens the lid and I gasp, forgetting how to breathe when I see the gorgeous emerald stone.
It’s huge, surrounded by a halo of diamonds. This had to cost a fortune.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Oh my god, Winston. Yes!”
My hands are shaking as he slides the ring on. I’m speechless. The emerald nearly takes up my entire finger.
“It’s eight carats. Every month that we were apart,” he says, leaving me stunned.
I can’t help but marvel at this ring. I can’t take my eyes off it.
I’m getting married.
19
WINSTON
“I’m a little nervous,”I admit to Dove as we pull into her parents’ driveway to drop off our son.
There’s a charity gala tonight where all the wealthy people in the city will come, flaunt their money, and donate to the child cancer fundraiser that goes to all the children’s cancer centers and hospitals in the city.
I’m in a simple tuxedo and Dove is wearing a tailored velvet red strapless dress that hugs her body in ways that have me wishing we could go back to yesterday, when we spent the majority of our time in bed.
“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” she asks as we get out of the car.
“Because I’m probably closer to your parents’ age than I am to yours. They might not like that once they see me in person.”
“They aren’t going to care.” She unbuckles the car seat just as her parents open the front door.
Her mom screeches. “Oh my god, is that my grandchild?” A short dark-haired woman with gray streaks comes running down the front steps. “Finally. Oh, I was getting so antsy waiting to meet him. Let me see him, Dove.”
“I’m getting him out of the car seat. And it’s so good to see you too, Mom,” Dove teases.
“Oh, Dove. Don’t be dramatic. You know I love you but I want to meet my grandbaby.”
“What about my fiancé?” Dove straightens, flashes her hand at her mom, and they both scream together.
Her mom jumps up and down with excitement, tears rushing down her face. Her mascara is ruined with the black lines staining her cheeks.
“Oh my god, Dove. It’s so beautiful. It’s huge. Holy shit,” she curses, causing me to smile.
“Great. Now, I’m going to have to upgrade my wife’s ring,” a deep voice booms beside me along with a hand clamping down on my shoulder. “I’m Dave Blair. We spoke on the phone after you saved my daughter’s life.” He holds out his hand to me, an appreciation glimmering from his eyes that I often see from a patient’s family when the surgery is successful. “Thank you for saving her.”
