Hung (43 page)
Authors: Holly Hart
I
push back
into Mike one last time, even though I know he's completely spent, and the action triggers a little after-shock, and I moan with unbridled pleasure, exhausted, and happy.
C
hapter Thirty - Mike
N
either of us
say anything for a while; I don't think we can – we don’t have the energy or the mental capacity after experiencing orgasms like that. I've seen Katie buck underneath me like a Bronco before, but never quite like that! Maybe it's finally that the stress of not knowing whether she was going to pass her veterinary degree falling off her that caused it, but I don't care – whatever it was, it was amazing.
F
inally
, my breathing gets back to normal, and underneath me Katie's does too as she clings to my torso like a limpet, her nails dug into my back like she's afraid I'm going somewhere.
"
H
ow was that
?" I grin, looking down at her flushed face with pleasure, and not a little bit of pride…
"
H
ow was that
?" she asks. "How was that!"
"
U
m
, yeah?" I say, bemusedly.
"
M
ike
, you idiot, it was fucking incredible. I don't think," she pauses, breathless, "I don't think I've ever come like that! I thought I was going to wake Tommy up!"
"
N
o
," I agree, "I'm not sure you have. But now that we know you can…" I venture, grinning.
"
I
'm going
to expect it every time," she grins back wickedly.
"
H
ey
, I'll do my best," I say, "but no promises, that was…something else."
"
W
e'll just have
to get a lot of practice, won't we," she says cheekily.
"
I
'm not
sure we could!" I say. "Do you think most married couples still sleep together as often as we do?"
"
I
don't know
," she says, cocking her head to one side as she considers, and I hide my grin as I realize just how similar to Jake she looks while doing it – she definitely won't appreciate it if I tell her… "Let's not find out, eh? Let's just keep doing what we're doing and not risk anything."
"
B
elieve me
," I say, "that is completely, one hundred percent okay in my book. You know what?" I ask.
"
W
hat
?"
"
I
knew nurses got horny
, but I didn't know that vets were just the same… Congratulations, Katie Carson. Sorry – Doctor Katie Carson. You deserve it."
S
he punches me lightly
, with an embarrassed look on her face, but I can tell that secretly she's as proud of what she's achieved as she should be, even if she’s too shy to admit it.
"
I
'm not a doctor
, silly… Just a vet."
"
Y
ou
, Mrs. Carson, aren't ‘
just
’ anything – you know that? And anyway, I've always wanted to sleep with a doctor…"
"
I
told you
, silly," she says with that cute little smile – the one where she scrunches up all the little muscles on her face until the dimples start showing, "that I'm not a doctor."
"
Y
ou're
my
doctor
," I say, glad that none of the guys I used to serve with are around to hear me say that – they'd have my guts for garters if they heard me being so soppy. Still, it's true with Katie – she is all I've ever wanted, and now I've got it. Got her. And got our child.
"
H
ow's Tommy doing
?" I say, changing the topic of conversation. "Has his temperature come down yet?"
K
atie hops to her feet
, her body like a majestic dancer’s, with graceful curves paired with a sensual economy of movement, but right now she's moving so quickly that I get the sense that something is wrong. Luckily, Katie's quick to put my mind at ease.
"
H
e's fine
," she says with a guilty little laugh, "but you reminded me – it's time he had some food." She comes over to me, still naked, and I can't keep my eyes off her delicious breasts, which are dangling over me as she leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead.
"
I
'm
sorry for distracting you…" I laugh, gently grabbing one of her pert breasts and rolling her still erect nipple between my fingers until she lets out a little breathy gasp. She grabs my face between her two hands and holds it still.
"
H
ey
," she says giggling, "there'll be plenty of time for that later." And then she plants a long, passionate kiss directly on my lips. I lean into the kiss, savoring every moment as though I'm a long lost explorer finding water in the desert, not a man who’s already made love to my wife twice today, not one who has every intention of doing it again. She's insatiable, this woman – and every day I thank the stars that we run our own business, so we can take off
precisely
the time we need to, for when we need to… You know.
"
C
ome on then
," I say, hoisting myself to my feet, "let's go see the little tyke."
I
wander
behind Katie – deliberately – so I can stare at her magnificent ass rippling with every step.
"
S
top staring at me
!" she giggles.
"
N
ever
! What kind of man would I be if I didn't admire something as incredible as your ass?" I ask. "I'm serious – they should declare this thing one of the seven wonders of the modern world."
"
S
top playing around
," she says, peeking over her shoulder and winking at me.
"
W
hat makes
you think I am?" I ask, winking back. "Hey – should I put clothes on?"
S
he stops
, turns, and looks at me, her eyes deliberately falling to the magnificent package between my legs. I feel it twitch and stiffen under her revealing gaze.
G
od
, will this woman ever stop turning me on?
"
W
hy would
you do a silly thing like that?" she asks challengingly.
"
W
ell
, you know," I stammer, "I don't want Tommy to see anything
X-rated
, you know?"
K
atie lets
out a peal of delicate, tinkling laughter and closes the couple of paces between us, running her tiny, soft hand across my cock, so it really does stiffen this time. "Tommy? I know you love him, Mike, but he's a year old – he has no idea what's going on…"
"
H
e's a bright kid
…" I say, immediately rising to the defense of my son, but judging by the amused look on Katie's face, she was expecting me to say exactly that.
"
Y
ou're so predictable
, Mike."
S
he turns
and pushes Tommy's bedroom door open, and we creep in silently. Every time I cross the threshold of this room, it feels like I'm entering some inner sanctum. Tommy's not just my son, but a living reminder of the best friend – other than Katie – I've ever had. A memorial. I was so delighted when Katie agreed to name him after my dead friend that, I'm not ashamed to admit, I shed a tear. As we walk towards him, I remember the look she gave me, remember her response, how she simply couldn't understand why I was surprised –
"Of course we can call him Tommy. I wouldn't have it any other way…"
T
his girl’s a real catch
.
"
H
ow's he doing
?" I ask reverently as Katie gently picks him up out of his cot. "How's his forehead?"
S
he picks
up my hand and stretches it gently, bringing it down on our son's face. I relax, some inner tension falling away from me now that I know his fever's broken. "Thank God," I say, looking at my beautiful, red-faced son, "I was getting worried…"
"
M
ike
, you're so protective – it's just a cold!" Katie laughs quietly, apparently deciding against waking him up, in favor of allowing him to continue sleeping.
I
pick
Tommy up out of Katie's hands and cradle him against my broad chest, feeling his soft warm skin against mine. He's so tiny, so weak, so feeble that sometimes I stay up all night worrying about him. But that's my job; I'm here to keep him safe.
"I know, I know," I say, lowering him back to his cot, "but he's my only son…"
We tiptoe out of the room, moving like special forces soldiers on a stealth mission so as not to wake up our son. As soon as the door's closed, Katie looks at me with a wicked glint behind her eyes, and devilishly strokes her hand across me once more, remorselessly springing me back to life.
"I think it's about time, Mr. Carson, that we do something about that…"
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