Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Mandy

Doc's strong hands knead into the soles of my feet, sending tingles up my legs.

I let out a content sigh and sink deeper into the couch cushions.

It's been a long day at work and this foot rub is exactly what I needed.

"How's that, darlin'?" Doc drawls, his jade green eyes twinkling mischievously. "Feel good?"

"Mmm, amazing," I purr. "You sure know how to treat a girl right."

He chuckles, his calloused fingers pressing into a particularly sensitive spot.

I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

Damn, this man and his magic hands.

We're curled up on the couch in my condo, just enjoying a quiet night in.

Kash is sound asleep in the bassinet I set up in my spare room.

Poor little guy was tuckered out after a busy day of eating, pooping, and charming the pants off everyone he meets with his adorable gummy smiles.

He may not be mine by blood, but I already love the kid to pieces.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" Doc asks, noticing my pensive expression. "You seem like you got something to say."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure how to broach the subject.

Things have been going so well between us lately.

The last thing I want to do is rock the boat.

But if our relationship is getting serious, which it definitely seems to be, then he deserves to know the truth about what I do.

"Well, it's just..." I begin nervously. "You know that content I film with Zoe? The adult stuff?"

Doc nods, his hands still kneading my feet.

If he's surprised by my sudden topic change, he doesn't show it.

I take a deep breath and plow ahead. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it. I mean, I know it's not exactly a traditional job. And we never really talked about it before. But it's important to me that you're comfortable with Spark being a cuckold in it as well. It's just…I don't want to disrespect?—"

"Hey," he cuts me off gently. "Mandy, look at me."

I raise my eyes to meet his steady gaze.

He's not judging me or looking at me with disgust.

If anything, there's understanding and acceptance shining from those jade depths.

"It doesn't bother me," he says firmly. "Not one bit. You do what you gotta do to get by. Ain't none of my business to tell you different."

Relief crashes over me like a wave.

I knew Doc was a good man, but I didn't expect him to be so accepting about my line of work.

Most guys would pitch a fit, call me a whore, and run for the hills.

But not him.

He takes it in stride like it's no big deal.

"So you're really okay with it?" I clarify, just to be sure. "It's not an issue for you? Even with Spark being involved?"

He shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his sensual lips. "Nah, darlin'. Your body, your choice. I've got no right to raise hell over how you pay the bills. As long as you’re not fuckin’ another man, fuck as many women as you want. I might get territorial over you, but that's 'cause you're my woman. I'm gonna get that way, especially if some certain dumb fucks at the club like Shiver wanna get a rise outta me."

Overcome with emotion, I launch myself into his arms, straddling his lap.

His hands come up to grip my hips as I rain kisses all over his handsome face.

"You're incredible," I murmur against his mouth. "Everything I've ever wanted. I don't know how I got so lucky."

Doc laughs and presses a sweet kiss to my forehead. "That makes two of us then. Now c'mere and let me show you just how okay with it I am."

I don't need to be told again.

Our mouths crash together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as our hands roam over each other's bodies like we can't get enough.

Shirt buttons fly open like they're on fire, and the next thing I know, I'm standing naked in my living room, Doc's strong hands all over me.

"Condom," I pant between kisses. "Lube."

"Oh, we gonna get real freaky tonight, huh?" He winks at me, walking over to my bedroom.

He’s back within a few seconds, condom and lube in hand.

He rips open the condom packaging with his teeth like a damn sex god.

We stumble our way to the couch, the perfect place for a good ol' fashioned tryst.

I slide onto my hands and knees, ass in the air as I look over my shoulder at him.

"Take me, Daddy. Show me what you're made of."

His eyes practically glow at my dirty talk, and before I can blink, he's behind me, entering me in one long, hard thrust.

I moan, my back arching as my nails dig into the leather couch.

"God, Mandy," he groans. " You feel so fucking good."

"You're not so bad yourself," I pant, rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts.

We move together like we've been doing this forever, our bodies in sync, sweat dripping down our faces as the temperature in the room rises.

His grip tightens on my hips as he picks up the pace, and I know he's close.

I moan, my climax building deep inside me. "I'm gonna cum."

He growls, angling his hips just right. "Cum for me, baby."

And then it hits, like a freight train of pleasure, tearing through my entire body as I scream out his name.

“Fuck, Doc!” I grip the couch cushions as wave after wave crashes through me.

He continues his thrusts, like we’re two teenagers who could get caught at a moment’s notice.

I say it before I change my mind. “God, Doc. Take the condom off and fuck my ass!”

I’ve never had any man fuck my ass before, but I want to experience this with him.

His pace hitches for a second, and I turn to look at him.

His eyes meet mine and I know he craves it as desperately as I do.

Sure, there's surprise there, yes, but also an unmistakable glint of desire. "You sure, baby?"

I nod, biting my lower lip. "I want you. All of you."

With that, he carefully pulls out and removes the condom.

He lubes up his already hard cock again, and I can't help but shiver in anticipation.

"Relax, Mandy," he whispers, his voice gentle against my ear.

His fingers stroke soothing circles on my back as he slowly pushes himself into me.

It's uncomfortable at first, a strange fullness I'm not used to.

But he waits patiently until I adjust and when I give him a small nod, he starts to move again.

This new sensation is different: rawer, more intimate than anything I've ever experienced.

I gasp as Doc thrusts into me slowly, carefully.

He kisses the back of my shoulder.

"Damn, Mandy," He hisses, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "You feel so fuckin' good."

He wraps a strong arm around my midsection, pulling me closer to him.

His other hand reaches around, sliding between my legs.

His fingers dance over my sensitive bud as he continues his slow, measured thrusts.

My body responds instantly, heat pooling low in my abdomen as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable pitch once more.

"Faster," I gasp, clutching the couch cushion.

He growls in response, his fingers increasing their pace along with his thrusts.

I can feel every inch of him moving inside me, the delicious friction setting my nerves aflame with aching need.

Sensations spiral out of control as the pleasure peaks and I tip over the edge again, crying out.

My body clenches tight around him and that's all it takes for Doc to follow me into oblivion.

He thrusts forward one last time and grunts as he releases inside me, bringing his lips next to my ear. “That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

Afterward, Doc's breathing is ragged, matching my own.

He pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss of contact.

He holds me close until our breathing returns to normal.

I don't want to move from this position.

I'm comfortable here, in his embrace.

His warmth is comforting, calming my overwrought nerves.

Eventually, Doc pulls away and I make a small noise of protest.

He chuckles low in his throat and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Don't worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere."

True to his word, he doesn't leave.

Instead, he takes the time to clean me up with the care of someone who truly cares.

He tosses the used washcloths in the hamper and climbs onto the couch with me, covering me up in a blanket, except he leaves my breasts exposed.

He comes up to me and lays on me, grabs my breast, and suckles my nipple into his mouth.

The sensation sends a shudder down my spine, a tantalizing echo of the pleasure that still hums beneath my skin.

His tongue flicks against my sensitive nub, drawing a soft gasp from my lips.

One of his hands slides down my stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my bare skin.

I grip the back of his head tightly as he continues to tease me, the tension building slowly, steadily.

There's nothing rushed about this—it's slow, languid, almost luxurious.

His mouth on me is like fire and ice—hot and cool at the same time.

It's an intoxicating contrast that has me squirming beneath him.

Every touch of his mouth sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body hum with need once more.

He chuckles against my skin.

And then Doc moves, shifting until he's nestled between my thighs.

Before I have time to protest the loss of contact with his mouth, he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rolling both of my nipples until they’re hard nubs.

His mouth is on my pussy, “Fuck, you taste delicious.”

The words strike me like a bolt.

It’s so raw, so explicit, but it's Doc.

He wouldn't be him without his blunt honesty.

I feel myself blush, the heat radiating from my face and spreading all the way down to my chest, but I don’t push him away.

Instead, I grip his shoulders and arch my back, pushing myself further into his mouth.

He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks of desire coursing through my veins that only heighten the sweet torture he’s inflicting on me.

I’m panting now, gasping for breath as he continues to feast on me like a man starved.

“Doc,” I whimper, rolling my hips against his mouth.

He lifts his head just long enough to give me a devilish smirk before diving back in.

I can do nothing but writhe underneath him, trapped by the onslaught of pleasure he’s causing with every flick of his tongue and teasing nip of his teeth.

My breaths come out in ragged gasps, my heart slamming hard against my ribs.

I'm so close to the edge, the tension coiling tightly within me.

I can feel that familiar rush building up, ready to push me over into oblivion.

"Doc... Doc," I mumble his name like a prayer, clutching onto him as if he were my only anchor in the storm of pleasure sweeping over me.

He responds by intensifying his movements, his tongue delving deeper and the soft petal-like licks turning into insistent prods that soon have me unraveling beneath him.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, my hips bucking off the couch as waves of pleasure rip through me.

The world narrows down to just Doc and the incredible things he's doing to me.

It's too much, and yet not enough.

I can feel him smiling against me even as I convulse around him, riding out my orgasm until I'm left breathless and shuddering on the plush cushions.

As my senses slowly come back to me, I vaguely become aware of his body shifting against mine.

His roughened hands gently slide up my body, tracing a line of fire along my hypersensitive skin.

He murmurs hoarsely against my ear, his warm breath fanning across my cheek.“God, Mandy.”

"Watching you come undone..." he trails off, his hand cradling my cheek as his green eyes bore into mine.

The intensity in his gaze is almost too much to bear, but I can't look away.

As we bask in the afterglow, Doc's stomach lets out a truly impressive growl.

I can't help but giggle. "Worked up an appetite, did you?"

He grins at me unrepentantly. "What can I say, you're insatiable. A man needs sustenance to keep up with you."

Just then, a thin wail issues from the spare bedroom.

Kash is awake and making his displeasure known.

He definitely takes after his daddy in the volume department.

"Speaking of needing sustenance..." I sigh and start to disentangle myself from Doc, but he stops me with a hand on my thigh.

"Tell you what—I’ll grab the little man, and you make a food run. Pretty sure we worked off whatever calories we're about to consume."

I arch an eyebrow at him. "You just want an excuse to eat junk food."

He chuckles. "Damn straight. I'm thinking pizza. Or those sliders from the pub down on 5th..."

Laughing, I shake my head. "Oh no. There's a 24-hour cafe downstairs that has amazing pastries and sandwiches. I'll grab us something from there while you deal with our tiny tyrant."

Doc arches a brow and smirks, “Our tiny tyrant, huh?”

I don’t even realize what I said until he repeats it… and I don’t know how to recover from it.

In another universe, maybe I’m Kash’s mom, and I’m Doc’s ol’ lady… a girl could dream.

Doc’s eyes are twinkling. "I expect a cookie for my trouble. Maybe two."

"You drive a hard bargain, but deal." I peck him on the lips before scooting off his lap.

Snagging his t-shirt from the floor, I slip it over my head. The hem barely skims my thighs.

Doc rakes an appreciative gaze over me and groans. "Christ, woman, you can't walk around looking like that. I'm only human."

Feeling sexy and powerful, I shoot him a wink over my shoulder as I slide on a knee-length jacket and button it up.

I grab my purse and I’m all ready. "Just keeping you on your toes. Be back in a few—try not to miss me too much."

The cafe is quiet this time of night, only a few insomniacs and night shift workers scattered among the booths.

I smile at the purple-haired barista and place my order—two hot chocolates, a couple breakfast sandwiches, and an assortment of sinfully decadent pastries, plus two cookies.

Gotta keep my man happy.

As I'm waiting for my food, a voice from the past cuts through the 90s alt-rock playing over the speakers.

A voice I hoped to never hear again. "Amanda, how ironic it is to be running into you again?"

My blood turns to ice in my veins.

No.

It can't be.

Why the fuck is he here?

Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, I turn...and find myself staring into the cruel, glinting eyes of my stepfather.

God, I can see even better now how the years haven't been kind to him.

His face is more heavily lined, his hair grayer and thinner.

But that cold, calculating gleam in his gaze is the same.

It still makes my skin crawl, even after all this time.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand, my voice trembling only slightly.

I'm not a scared teenager anymore.

He can't hurt me now.

A smirk twists his thin lips. "I live here, sweetheart. Just bought a condo in this building. Nice place." His eyes flick over me, assessing. Judging. "You visiting someone? Or do you live here too?"

Unease prickles along my spine.

I don't want this man knowing anything about my life, especially where I live.

My boyfriend...

"I don't live here," I snap. "My boyfriend does."

There.

Let him chew on that.

I have someone in my life now, someone who would happily beat this abusive prick into the ground if he tried anything.

But even as a small measure of smug satisfaction washes over me, my mind is reeling.

How can he afford to live in a swanky building like this?

Last I heard, he'd gambled away every cent and was in debt up to his eyeballs.

Cirrhosis of the liver should've killed him by now with how much he drank.

Yet here he stands, looking as arrogantly confident as ever.

None of this adds up.

Just then, the barista calls my name.

I turn to grab the cardboard tray holding our hot chocolates and the paper bag full of food.

All I want is to get back to the safety of my condo, back to Doc's strong arms.

But as I start to walk quickly toward the elevator, my stepfather's clammy hand clamps around my arm. "I'll be seeing you around, Amanda. Count on it."

My stomach plummets as I yank my arm free of his grip and hurry to the elevators, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The doors slide shut and I slump back against the mirrored wall, my legs suddenly weak.

How is this happening?

I left that life behind, started over.

Yet here he is, like a malignant tumor that keeps coming back no matter how many times it's cut out.

The elevator dings and I step out onto my floor, fumbling for my keys with shaking hands.

I unlock the door and slip inside, letting it click shut behind me.

The warm, comforting scent of home wraps around me but I barely notice.

All I can think is that he's found me. Somehow, some way, my past has caught up to me.

Doc's deep voice drifts out from the living room. "Babe? That was fast."

I swallow hard and force my feet to carry me down the hall.

He's sitting on the couch, Kash nestled in the crook of his muscular arm.

The sight of them, my two guys, sends a pang through my chest.

All I want is to keep them safe. Happy.

"Hey," I say, hoping my voice doesn't betray my inner turmoil. "They didn't have much of a line."

I set the food and drinks on the coffee table and perch on the edge of the couch, my body still thrumming with tension.

Doc studies my face, his eyes narrowing. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I bark out a humorless laugh. "Something like that."

Taking a deep breath, I tell him not to worry about it, that we should enjoy our food.

Luckily, he doesn’t press me any further.

Still, what is my step-father doing here, and why am I seeing him twice in the last couple of weeks?