My little girl. Merely thinking the words was enough to make me feel all sorts of things. I was forty-five, having decided long ago that my life would be Mick and my work. Where the hell was a little girl going to fit into all of that?
If Maddie was mine, however, wouldn’t Piper have said something? Wouldn’t she have contacted me when she first realized that she was pregnant? Surely, she couldn’t have just sat there, allowing me to talk to the girl, saying nothing about me being the father. Who does that? That would be cruel. No, Maddie couldn’t be mine. Piper had most likely found someone shortly after she and I hooked up. Strangely, I found that I didn’t like that possibility at all.
I did my best to push the Maddie situation out of my head. It worked, but what replaced her was Piper. I found myself thinking of our time together, our conversation on the plane, and what happened after.
I imagined her on all fours in front of me, moans pouring from her as I drove into her again and again. I remembered just how damned good it’d felt to come, to unloaddeep inside of her, to watch her back arch as she came again and again.
I glanced down, realizing that my thoughts of her had made my cock stiff. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be getting anything done in that kind of state. With a quick pull of my boxer briefs I was naked, my hand wrapped around my cock as I slipped back under the covers. I closed my eyes, stroking myself slowly, the pleasure building and building with each rise and fall of my hand along the length of my prick.
The fantasy unspooled in my mind. I was back in that hotel room all those years ago, Piper on her knees in front of me, a smile on her face as she opened her mouth and took my head into it, wrapping her lips around, stroking my shaft as she lashed me with flicks of her tongue and slow, sexy licks.
Her oral skills had been amazing—the way she sucked my cock was one of my clearest memories from that night and it’d been so damn hard to hold back coming into her mouth at the time.
But there in that moment, in my bed, I didn’t need to hold back. I lost myself in the fantasy, imagining the soft sucking sounds of her mouth and lips and tongue on me, savoring the memory of her mouth full of my cock. She’d known just how to work my shaft, just when to take her mouth off my head and place it on my balls.
Groans shot out of my mouth as I inched closer and closer to orgasm. I focused, imagining Piper sucking me hard and fast, her hand pumping my length as she made me feel so good that I could hardly think straight.
“Come for me, Valentino,” she spoke, her voice low and seductive, her tone making it clear she wanted it. “I want to taste you. I want to drink every last drop.”
That was all it took. The orgasm ripped through my body as I came hard, my cum shooting out all over my hand, my mind fixed on the image of Piper doing her magic with that sexy-as-hell mouth of hers.
When I was done, I gave myself a moment to recover. Then I reached over to grab the box of tissues off my nightstand to clean myself off. Right about that time, a soft whine sounded at my bedroom door. I sat up to see Mick sitting there, obediently waiting for me to get my lazy ass out of bed.
“Shit, sorry bud. Give me a second, here.”
I swung my legs over the bed and planted my feet on the floor, reaching over and tossing the tissues into the trash as I did so. I then hurried into the bathroom for a quick hand wash before throwing on some gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt, then stepping into a pair of weightlifting shoes on the way over to Mick.
“Hey, bud,” I said, dropping down and giving him some scratches behind the ear. “I kept you waiting today, didn’t I?”
Mick smiled, his tongue hanging out. I’d made sure to train him well, which meant that he wouldn’t put a paw over the threshold of my bedroom door without my say-so. At that moment, however, I felt bad enough for the poor dog that part of me was considering letting him sleep at the foot of my bed that night.
He and I headed down the stairs to the first floor, and after getting an espresso and hot water ready for my morning Americano, I opened the back door. Mick took off running, practically making a beeline to the stone fence. From where I stood, I could see that he was trying to get to Maddie. He couldn’t see her, but he could sure smell the kid. She must’ve made a hell of an impression on him. I spotted Piper across the huge distance of both our backyards and gave her a wave. She returned it.
“Hey, Mick!” I called out. “Get away from the fence and do your business, bud!”
He turned to me sadly before trotting over to his favorite oak tree to take care of necessities.
I stepped inside to make my Americano, then went back out and took that glorious first sip of coffee for the day. It was bright and warm outside, the sky a clear blue. I glanced over to see Piper one more time, but she and Maddie had gone inside. Though Mick couldn’t see her, his hangdog look made it clear he knew that she’d gone, and he wasn’t happy about it at all.
The first cup of coffee was important—that was the time I took for myself to think about the day ahead, to make my mental to-do list of all that needed to get done. The week was looking to be a killer. I had three surgeries coming up, and when I wasn’t in the OR, I’d be doing some follow-up appointments with previous patients.
What that meant was any paperwork that needed to get done for the week needed to happen today. I was normally against spending a Saturday working, but it was either put in a few hours today, or try to cram the work in between surgeries and check-ups next week—an easy call, really.
As I threw back the last bit of my Americano, I realized that I hadn’t hit the weights in a few days. The week ahead was already shaping up to look pretty busy which meant that I likely wouldn’t be able to get any workout in other than a quick run here and there until Friday. I added “hit the gym” to my mental to-do list, eager to get started on it.
I was already dressed for the workout, so I left Mick outside to enjoy the fresh air while I headed downstairs to my private gym. My house had been custom designed by me a few years ago when I’d first moved in, and I’d taken major pleasure in outfitting my personal gym in exactly the way I wanted it. There were free weights and barbells, exercise bikes and treadmills, and even a top-of-the-line stereo system and soundproof walls so I could blast my music while I lifted.
I got in a quick shoulders and chest workout, then followed it up with a brief shower. The day outside was almost too perfect to waste, and as I threw on some clothes, all I could think about was getting outside and going for a long hike. Duty called, however.
Once I was ready, fresh coffee in hand, I headed up to my office on the second floor—a large and breezy room with big French windows looking out over my front lawn and the rest of the neighborhood. I spotted the dog park, deciding that when break time came, I’d go there with Mick, maybe grab some lunch at the nearby deli.
Part of me hoped that I’d be lucky enough to run into Piper and Maddie.
I turned my attention to my computer, my stomach tensing at the idea of spending hours filling out paperwork. I loved being a doctor, but damned if paperwork didn’t put a slight tarnish on my affinity for my chosen field.
I sat down in front of my Mac, turned it on and navigated to the Google drive where I kept my paperwork. Before I had a chance to click the first file open, however, my phone shook in my pocket.
Eager for anything I could use to put the paperwork off, I quickly took out my phone and checked the screen. A smile spread across my face when I saw that the call was a FaceTime from my sister, Veronica.
