Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (144 page)

“You’re staring at me,” I pointed out,
smiling myself.

“Because you are the most gorgeous woman
I’ve seen in years—maybe my whole life,” Patrick said. I blushed even harder.
Patrick rolled my nipples between his fingers slowly, sending crackling jolts
of sensation through my body even as his lips descended on mine. I shivered
against him, exploring his body with my hands, touching him everywhere except
his hard cock until finally it was the only part of him in my reach I hadn’t
touched. I wrapped my hand around the heat and hardness of Patrick’s erection
and he groaned against my lips as I started to stroke him slowly.

Patrick pulled back from my lips and
dipped his head down, bringing one of my breasts up to his mouth. I moaned as
he latched onto my nipple, sucking and licking, his hand kneading and massaging
my other breast. He pressed me back until I started to tumble onto the bed,
gasping. Patrick steadied me as I went down, covering my body with his own,
caressing me everywhere as he kissed me again and again. I wrapped my arms
around his shoulders, writhing as Patrick’s hand slipped down between my legs.
I felt his fingers brush against the slick folds of my labia and a little moan
left my lips, my hips pushing down for better contact. “Mm,” Patrick murmured,
his mouth against my neck, brushing up to my ear. “You’re already so wet…god,
I’ve dreamed of this.”

I squirmed as Patrick’s fingers worked,
rubbing and stroking me slowly. He barely missed my clit with his fingertips,
teasing me. I kissed his face, his neck, along his shoulders, my hips moving to
get better contact. I trembled as I got more and more turned on by the moment,
rubbing against Patrick’s body, against his fingers, hungry—starving—for more.
He nibbled along my throat, his mouth dipping down to my breasts again, and I
lost all track of time as he worshipped my breasts with his lips and tongue,
kissing and sucking and licking, sending crackling electric pleasure through my
body that I hadn’t felt in years.

He began rocking his hips, rubbing the
heat and hardness of his cock against my thigh even as he worked me with his
fingers. Two fingers slid inside of me while Patrick’s thumb swirled around my
clit, and I cried out, arching up off of the bed, my hands tightening on his
back. “You’re so tight,” Patrick murmured, panting. “It’s going to feel so good
to be inside you Mack…fuck.” His fingers wriggled and twisted inside of me,
brushing against my inner walls, and all I could do was gasp and shiver and
moan, my body moving with a will of its own.

Patrick kissed me again hungrily, and I
felt the tension building between my hips, my muscles tightening more and more
as he worked me with his hand. I moaned out, whimpering any moment his thumb
left my clit even for a second, lost in the feelings coursing through my body.

In minutes—heartbeats, it seemed—I felt
the tension between my hips becoming almost unbearably tight. I was on the edge
of coming, so close that I could almost taste it. Patrick’s fingertips swirled
around inside of me, finding my g-spot, and I almost screamed with pleasure as
the tension broke. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, making it
impossible to think. Patrick kissed me again and again, swallowing down my
moans, and his fingers kept working inside of me, his thumb against my clit, as
I lost myself in the sensations flowing through my body.

He didn’t stop until I began to slow down,
shivering and panting for breath. “God that was good,” I said, opening my eyes
and looking up to see Patrick watching me intently. His fingers slid out of me
slowly, and he gave my clit a quick brush with his thumb as he settled on the
bed next to me.

“I’ll give you a few minutes,” he said
with a satisfied little grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that to
someone.”

“That’s a shame,” I said, giggling almost uncontrollably.
“You’re so good at it—that talent’s been going to waste.”

“I’ve been saving it all for you,” Patrick
suggested. I rolled my eyes, turning over onto my side. Patrick’s cock was hard
as a rock, flushed almost purple.

“Let me at least…” I licked my lips and
reached out, feeling a little uncertain. I wrapped my hand around the base of
his cock and started stroking slowly up and down. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” Patrick said, groaning.
“Just—fuck—just keep it slow. Don’t speed up. I don’t want to come in your
hand.” I chuckled, rubbing the tip of his erection with my thumb as I stroked
him.
 
He felt so good, so hot and heavy
in my hand. I wasn’t scared of how big he was. I wanted to feel him inside of
me maybe as much as he wanted to feel me wrapped around him.

Patrick’s hands started wandering over me,
teasing and caressing, and I struggled to focus on rubbing his cock; it
twitched against my palm, the tip going slick with precum, and I started to
really get into it. I loved the way his hips moved, I loved the ripple of his
muscles as he became more and more turned on. I felt my hand starting to go
slick from the precum flowing freely from the tip of Patrick’s cock. He pushed
my hand away all at once—and pushed me onto my back at the same time. “Are you
ready for me?” I licked my lips and nodded.

Patrick covered my body with his own once
again, his hips shifting against mine. He kissed me hungrily, his legs slipping
down between mine, and I felt the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against
my soaking wet pussy, barely sliding in. “We’re going slow, right?” Patrick
nodded, pulling himself up and balancing on one elbow above me. He reached down
between our bodies and guided the tip of his cock against me, rubbing my clit
for a moment before he pressed against my inner labia.

I moaned out as Patrick thrust into me
slowly, filling me up inch by inch. It had been forever—at least it felt like
that—since I’d been with someone, and I moaned again as Patrick pushed past the
resistance of my body. He felt so thick, so hot inside of me. I arched up off
of the bed, pushing my hips down to meet Patrick’s, taking him deeper and
deeper by the moment.

We started moving together, touching each
other everywhere, kissing everywhere our mouths could reach, and I lost myself
again in the feeling of Patrick’s body against mine, his cock inside of me,
rubbing along my inner walls. The tip of his cock brushed against my g-spot,
and I cried out in pleasure, my thighs tightening around him, my whole body
shuddering. Every time his cock brushed against my pleasure center I came
closer and closer to climax, my body crackling with the sensations rushing
through my veins. I clung to Patrick as if I was clinging to life itself,
moving in time to his thrusts, my body completely in charge.

All at once, the last of my control
dissolved and I came again, moaning out as Patrick moved inside me. Waves of
pleasure washed through me, blotting out any thought, and all I could do was
move with him, my muscles flexing and relaxing around the thick, hard cock
buried deep inside me in little spasms. My climax intensified as Patrick sped
up, thrusting harder and faster, rubbing against my g-spot again and again. I
barely even noticed as he shuddered against me; I barely even heard the long,
low groan of pleasure that left him. I felt his cock twitching inside of me and
then the sticky-slick gush as he came.
 
We both kept moving until we couldn’t anymore, and I smiled to myself as
Patrick collapsed against me, panting as hard as I was, soaked with sweat. “We
need…to do that again soon,” I told him. “As soon as we catch our breath.”

“I agree,” Patrick said. He pressed a lazy
kiss to my cheek. “Give me ten minutes.”

Chapter Six - Patrick

I gulped down coffee as I pulled away from
my parents’ house, glancing back into the back seat to see Landon. I was
exhausted—I hadn’t stayed up until two in the morning with someone else for
years—but it was worth it, as far as I was concerned. I smiled to myself. “Did
you have a good time with Granny and Pop?”

“Yeah!” Landon looked up from his toy and
smiled. “Granny made ice cream for dessert. It had chocolate in it—she let me
watch!”

“Ice cream,” I said, nodding as I
maneuvered into traffic carefully. “That does sound like a good night.”

“Did you have a good night Dad?” Landon
watched me from the back seat. “You were with Mack, right?”

“I was,” I told him. I smiled again to
myself, probably looking like an idiot—but I didn’t care.

“What did you do?” That was a trickier
question; obviously I couldn’t tell my five-year-old son about mauling the
mattress with his gorgeous physical therapist.

“We had dinner together and saw a movie.”

“You should take her to Fun Town,” Landon
suggested. “That’s where I would take someone if I wanted to impress her.” I chuckled.

“Maybe I will,” I told him. “Fun Town is
probably a better idea if you come with us on a date sometime.”

“Are you going to take me with you?”
Landon sounded—and looked—surprised at the idea.

“If I see her a few more times I will,” I
told him. “Would you want to see Mack outside of your sessions?”

“She’s nice,” Landon said with a shrug. “I
like her.”

“I’m glad to hear it buddy,” I told him,
thinking about how good it had felt to be with Mackenzie, how much better it
had felt to doze off with my arms wrapped around her than it had ever felt to
lie in bed alone. I had a vivid flash in my head of pinning Mackenzie down on
the bed, of kissing her as I slid inside of her the second time, feeling her
muscles tighten around me, feeling her wet heat wrap around my hard cock.
Don’t think about that with your son in the
car,
I reminded myself. “It’s still the early days though,” I said out
loud. “I don’t know if she wants to see me again.”

“Did you make her mad?” I chuckled as
quietly as I could.

“Nope, I managed not to do that.”

“Then why wouldn’t she want to see you
again?” I considered the question. From Landon’s perspective, the boy had a
point. Why wouldn’t Mackenzie want to see me again? We’d had a good time, and
the sex had been incredible. When I’d left her place in the early hours of the
morning to catch some sleep before I went to pick Landon up to take him to
school, we’d both agreed that we wanted to get together again. But she’d told
me more than once that she felt weird about the ethics of dating a patient’s
parent and I had to respect that.

“I’m just saying, if Mack doesn’t want to
go with us to Fun Town, you and me will go by ourselves. Maybe next month.”

“Sure,” Landon said, shrugging again. “But
if she doesn’t want to go with us to Fun Town, I don’t think I’d want to go
with her anyway.” I turned into the gate at Landon’s school and laughed a
little bit.

“That’s an excellent point.” I settled in
to wait for my turn at the drop-off line, looking in front of me at the cars
inching forward. “Let’s see how it pans out, okay?” I thought about the wager
that Landon had made: that I couldn’t find him a new mom before the New Year.
I’d probably been an idiot to accept it, since even if things went absolutely
great with me and Mackenzie it wasn’t like I could marry her after knowing her
for less than a month, but I thought—I hoped—that maybe we’d be on the track to
at least having a good relationship by the New Year.

We went through the usual drop-off ritual,
with me telling Landon to be good, asking him if he had his homework ready to
turn in, if there was anything that he needed me to sign for his teacher.
Landon informed me that he was fine—he had his homework done, with help from
his grandparents, that he was ready for the school day. Finally I pulled up
into the drop-off zone and put the car in park briefly; I had gotten a placard
for the car when Landon broke his leg, so the people in line behind me, waiting
to drop their kids off, wouldn’t start bitching. I helped Landon out of the car
and gave him the cane he was allowed to use as he needed, made sure he had his
lunch and his backpack, and then rushed back into the driver’s seat to get out
of the way.

As soon as I was off school property, my
thoughts turned back to Mackenzie. I’d worried that the flowers I’d gotten her
were stupid, that it was something guys just didn’t do anymore and would make
me look like an old man and a creep. But she’d loved them. In fact, she’d
walked me to my car at the end of the night to get them out of the passenger
seat where they’d been left behind in our rush to get to her bedroom.

I remembered what she’d said about liking
peonies even better—and I reminded myself that I should track some down before
our next date.
Whenever that is…
I
shook off the possibility that she wouldn’t want to see me again, playing back
every moment my tired brain could remember: how she’d loved the food at Girl
and The Goat, the way she’d responded when I’d started kissing her. I was
almost glad that it had taken more than one date for me to get into bed with
her; it made it that much better.

I had hooked up a few times with women
after Joanne died. I was never proud of it, and I tried to keep it to the bare
minimum, but it had been years since I’d decided to focus completely on Landon
and making sure that my son had what he needed. If I was honest with myself I
was more than a little afraid when we went up to her apartment together that I
wouldn’t be as good in bed as Mackenzie would want—or as good as she deserved.
I grinned to myself as I maneuvered through busy Chicago traffic, making my way
back towards the office. It had been like being in a diet for years and then
going out to an enormous steak dinner; I was glad we’d gone slow the first
time.