Page 37 of Dr. Scandal Claus
With one last kiss on the tip of his dick, I climbed back up his body and straddled him. I guided him into me, feeling him fill me up. It took a moment to position my hips correctly, but I found the right angle.
"I love you," I whispered into his ear as we started to move in a rhythm that was so familiar. It was like we were made for each other, like destiny ordained that we would find one another and nothing would keep us apart. I didn't know why I felt like I should shy away from him or hide. The vultures would always be circling, and moments like this when our hearts and bodies were entwined and becoming one—those were the times that mattered.
"I love you too, baby," he panted in return. And for just a moment, the world outside our little tent didn't matter.
Nick's thumb rubbed my clit and I rocked my hips faster and harder, grinding against him as he met my thrusts. "Oh God," I gasped, feeling a climax building, "I'm so close." My words were only a whisper, but the way I had to stay quiet only made the sensations more intense. I gritted my teeth and clenched aroundhim, bracing my palms on his hip bones as I rose and fell on his body.
"Yes baby, just like that," he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. "You feel so good."
It wasn't long before I was coming apart in his arms, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and Nick noticed. He pulled me down across his chest and swallowed my whimpers with a kiss. His free hand kneaded my breast, then found my butt and pulled me down harder onto his shaft. He sank deeper, hitting my cervix and making me grunt. I knew I was too loud, but he was making it feel so good.
When the first orgasm passed, Nick flipped us over carefully. There wasn't nearly as much space on this tiny air mattress as either of our beds at home, and my head and hair dangled off the side. Nick backed away, pulling out of me, kissing a trail of fire across my chest, my nipples, my navel, and finally my core. His tongue lapped at the moisture collecting there after my orgasm, and his tongue drove me wild.
He licked and sucked at my clit until my back arched and I dug my nails into his shoulders. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first. I gasped then clenched my teeth and breathed hard as Nick licked me to completion again. My hips bucked against his face; my pussy clenched around his fingers, and I rode out the waves, feeling like I was teetering on the edge of passing out. Each sensitive flick of his tongue on my clit made me jump with pleasure.
Then he slowed, lapping gently, licking up my moisture, before gripping me by the backs of my knees and pulling me to the edge of the air bed. On his knees at the end of the airbed, my pussy was just the right height for him to take me. His knees had to be hurting, pressing against the thin plastic fabric of the tentfloor that lay on the rocky ground. But when he slid into me, he sighed heavily in enjoyment.
"Shh," I reminded him as his thumb found my clit again and he started thrusting. The first tentative thrusts soon turned into urgent ones as his hips slapped my thighs with each contact. His pace increased and I gripped the sleeping bag tightly in my fists.
"Oh wow," I panted, my voice hoarse and raspy from biting back screams of pleasure. Nick's thrusts were erratic now, his breathing ragged in my ear. Sweat had formed on his brow and he brushed it away. The expression on his face was desperation, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He was close.
"Come with me," I whispered, knowing the orgasm building inside of me again was going to be the best one yet.
"God, I love you…" His soft response was barely audible. His words resonated deep inside of me, both literally and figuratively. I knew he meant them with every fiber of his being and I felt the same way. He was my other half, my rock in this crazy world.
Nick's entire body tensed, then relaxed as he pumped his seed deep inside of me. I bit into my pillow to muffle the moans that threatened to escape as we both came unraveled together. My pussy pulsed and clenched as it contracted around him. I felt the mess between us and sighed as his lips found mine, kissing me deeply.
Finally, Nick collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me down and making it hard to breathe. When he pulled out and rolled to the side, I sucked in a deep breath. The chill of the night air hardened my sweaty nipples, and I couldn't even lie there and enjoy the afterglow. I was already shivering. I dressed quickly, ignoring the mess we made that was draining down my legs, and I flopped into bed next to him. He'd put his sweats back on, but his sweaty bare chest was salty as I kissed it.
"Breakfast at dawn? I'll make eggs and bacon," he said to me, finally able to use his full voice. I sighed happily and pressed a few more kisses to his chest as I wrapped my body around his and pulled the covers over us.
Before I could even put together an appropriate statement of gratitude for his offer to help me, he was snoring. I felt better that he would help me so I didn't lose the bakery, but now there was an even bigger niggling fear. If people found out that he really had given me money, they'd know I was a gold digger. No amount of self-defense would ever convince them otherwise. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe we'd be better off to just lie low and let whatever happen happen.
I just didn't want to go home and find the same mess was still there. I needed it to go away now. I needed life to be normal again.
28
NICK
Scarlett suggested we lie low for a while and I agreed to it. Now late September we'd been staying out of the public eye for the past three and a half weeks. We ate at her house or mine, ordered groceries to be delivered, and she'd even taken to sleeping while Ethan was at school, baking during the midnight hours, and hiring a local single mother to run the cash register for her. The bakery even had reduced hours to early morning through lunch now. She was struggling and it didn't feel right.
Today, I was feeling the sting of the town's hatred. I stood at the counter of the coffee shop across the town square from Scarlett's bakery to get my coffee. I'd run out of K-Cups at home, and without my morning caffeine fix I'd be dragging all day. So I broke my own agreement with Scarlett to stay away from places where people were talking and I stopped to get a cup of coffee.
The snickering and whispers started immediately, but I didn't turn to see who it was that instigated them. Instead, I tried to just focus on ordering and paying. All I needed was coffee; then I could leave. But the barista had a few orders before mine, and I was forced to wait as she prepared them.
When curiosity got the better of me and I turned over my shoulder to see who was making the fuss, I saw Fiona. She shocked me. Her hair was past her shoulders, fiery red, curls in ringlets that hugged her curves. She'd obviously gotten extensions, and the tailored suit she wore fit her well. If she'd have been smiling politely, I'd have thought she was attractive.
Instead, she was staring at me with her eyes, but her face was angled at someone else, a woman seated next to her. They were talking quietly and snickering, and when I tried to read her lips, I was sure I picked out the words "gold digger" and "such a shame." They made my anger flare instantly, though the only thing I could do was clench my fists and jaw and look away. It seemed like she was always somewhere ready to make me furious.
It didn't matter how much time passed or how Scarlett and I reacted, Marjorie Whitman's piece calling Scarlett a gold digger and me her baby daddy had done its damage. Every time someone in this town saw either of us, they snickered. Now I was second-guessing our choice to lay low. Maybe if we'd have just gone on living our lives normally instead of hiding from this, people would've grown tired of the same old gossip and moved on to someone else.
I didn't think Fiona would move on until she saw Scarlett and me happy together, though, and maybe she was one of the reasons why people kept talking. She was so jealous that she couldn't seduce me and win me back that she just kept talking about me. I had half a mind to go tell her off, but just as I worked up the courage to say something, the barista called my name and I had to collect my cup of coffee.
I left the little coffee shop feeling very frustrated and annoyed. It had been five months since Marjorie's first segment aired. She'd done a few more throughout June and July, and her August broadcasts turned more toward a few politicians again. Ihad hoped this would've blown over by now, but if Fiona was the one fueling the rumors now, maybe it never would. It wasn't like the police could do anything about people spreading lies. They still hadn't even found out who broke into my office before Labor Day weekend.
Attempting to shake off my bad mood, I drove to the office listening to the radio. A few songs that reminded me of Scarlett came on and I sang along with them. And when I pulled into the parking lot and parked, I already felt better. I shot Scarlett a good morning text, knowing she'd be getting Ethan ready for school so she could go back home and sleep.
She responded with a kissing emoji and a car emoji, so I knew she was driving. And since I had patients to see, I headed into the office. Now I felt a lot better. I had learned how to deal with the negativity, and having Scarlett as my anchor to weather the storms helped.