Doubt (The Connected Series Book 1) (22 page)

"Oh no you don't, I want you to come on my tongue."

And with that, he plunges his tongue inside of me, his tongue brushing repeatedly over my already sensitive clit, I am so wound up, I explode, biting onto the pillow to muffle my cries. Doug continues to lap at me, prolonging the pleasure. When I have come back down, I feel him crawling up my body, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I pull his face to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on him.

"You, Mr. Roberts, are a fucking tease!" I growl into his mouth.

"And you, Miss Bennett, are the sexiest fucking woman alive." He growls back.

"I want you…" I grip his arse, pulling him into me. He reaches between us, guiding his thick, hot, cock into me. Ripples of pleasure run through me as he fills me up.

"You feel so hot!” he whispers into my neck "So perfect.” He begins to thrust slowly at first then harder. As he picks up pace, I hear it. The bed squeaks.

"Doug, stop!" His eyes are filled with need and he frowns at me.

"You have got to be kidding!” eyes wide I try stop him moving.

"No, the bed. It's squeaking, we need to move.”

Doug thrusts one more time and raises his eyebrows at the sound of the bed squeaking. He doesn't say anything, hooking his arms under my legs he pulls me up and into his arms, dragging the duvet onto the floor before laying himself down so I am straddling his hips.

"Ride me, Sophie.”He whispers, reaching up to take a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I move my hips in a circle before lifting off of him and slowly sinking back down. Doug raises his hips to meet me and we find our rhythm. It isn't long before we are both covered in sweat and chasing our own release.

"I'm coming Doug…" My voice is strained and louder than it should be, Doug grips my hips, sitting up so we are nose to nose before crashing his mouth to mine and be thrusts up into me one more time as I clench around him, I feel his release flood me. His lips muffling our joint cries of pleasure.

I am woken a few hours later by the sound of Doug’s phone ringing.

“Doug.” I whisper, tapping his arm that is wrapped around me.

“Ummm.” He snuggles into me again, tightening his grip on me.

“Your phone.” his grip slackens and he reaches over me to where his phone is sitting. He sits up when he sees who it is.

“Sophie, its Abigail.” I sit up and switch on the bedside light.

“It’s a FaceTime, do you mind?”

“Of course not, answer Doug. I’ll get up.” he pulls me back to him and shakes his head.

“I’ll keep it on me, don’t leave,
please
.” I sink lower in to the covers, well out of sight as he answers his phone.

“Daddy!” Abigails face fills his phone screen, smiling and perfect.

“Abigail” Doug smiles into the screen.

“Its dark there?” she questions

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s nighttime here. How was your day?” she smiles.

“My day was great, Nana and I went to the park and we made cookies. Daddy, do you want to see yours?” She reaches for something and hides it behind her back.

“I would love to see mine, you baked it just for me?” Doug peers into the screen a huge smile on his face.

“Yes, Daddy.
Look!
” She holds it up in front of her face. The cookie is in the shape of a D and covered in heart sprinkles.

“Wow. That is the best cookie I have ever seen, you didn’t make that did you?”

“I did!
I did!
Just for you see? It is D for Daddy.” I can’t help but smile.

“I can see it; did you make one for Nana and Pops too?” Doug asks.

“Yes. Pops wanted a football shape and I made Nana a flower. Nana told me I will have to eat it or it will go bad. So I can’t bring it when we see you.” her bottom lip pushes out and she frowns.

“It will go bad. But we can bake more when you come. Why don’t you taste it for me now and tell me how it tastes?”

Doug suggests. Abigail’s face lights up and she brings the biscuit to her mouth and takes a bit.

“Yuuuuuuummy!” she grins, “It is the best cookie EVER!” Doug laughs and brings his mouth closer to the screen.

“Let me try!” this makes her laugh.

“Daddy! You
can
’
t
you’re not
here
!” She is holding her tummy as she laughs. She is beautiful.

“Sure I can, gimme!” Doug laughs with her “Bring it to the screen, I’ll bite it!”

She wipes her eyes and brings the cookie to the screen. Doug leans in and makes a biting sound.

“Ummm Ummmmm! That
is
the best cookie EVER!” He smiles, licking his lips. This seems to make her day and she smiles right into the screen.

“I love you daddy.” her little hand touches the screen like she is reaching out to Doug.

“I love you too Abigail. It won’t be long and we can be together for two whole weeks.” he reaches a finger out and touches the screen too.

“I know. I have a chart counting the sleeps, just like you told me to do.” Doug squeezes my hand under the covers and I squeeze right back.

“I have to go for my bath daddy. I love you with my whole heart and to my toes.” she says.

“I love you with my whole heart and to my toes too, baby girl.” Doug replies, looking at her face on the screen.

“Bye daddy!” the screen goes blank and Doug puts it on the bedside table.

“She is so beautiful, Doug. And so funny.” He shifts down the bed and snuggles me to his chest.

“She is, isn’t she?” he grins “I don’t know how I created something so perfect.” he sighs.

“Seriously? I know. She is a mini version of you.” he squeezes me tighter and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“She is my greatest achievement, Sophie. Nothing beats the feeling of knowing, I helped create that little girl.” I can feel the pride radiating from him.

“You should be proud of her.”

We lay there is the silence for what feels like ages, before I feel his breathing steady again and I know he has fallen back to sleep. I take the time to think. When it is just the two of us, it is so hard to believe he is a father, that he has a daughter. I know, pretty soon, my life will change. What if we don’t get along? What would that mean for us? Doug couldn’t stay with me, not if his daughter didn’t like me. The thought fills me with dread and I try to push it out of my mind. Of course we will get on. We have to.

***

I wake up and the sun is shining into the room. I reach out for Doug but he is already up.
What time is it?
I raise my head off the pillow and look at the clock, 10.17am.
Whoa!
I must have really needed the sleep. The last few weeks have caught up with me it seems. I stretch in the soft covers and contemplate getting up. I strain my ears to hear any noise in the house. Nothing. I throw the covers off and get up.

Wrapping myself up in my dressing gown I go on the hunt for coffee and Doug. I pad into the kitchen and find it empty. Walking over to the kettle I see a note in my mum’s familiar writing.

Gone to walk Toby. Didn
’
t want to disturb you. Croissants in the cupboard and fresh coffee beans in the fridge. See you soon darling. Mum X

Unusually for me, my tummy is hungry. I put on the kettle, fetch the coffee beans from the fridge and put the oven on to warm up the croissants. I switch on the radio while I get breakfast. Grinding the beans and firing up the coffee machine,
Dark Horse
comes on the radio. I shimmy while I get my breakfast ready, singing and dancing along to it. The smell of the croissants has my tummy growling in hunger, I’m just getting them out of the oven when I hear the door open and the clatter of doggie feet come towards the kitchen.

“Hi!” I yell as I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Doug appears around the corner looking jaw droopingly gorgeous. Dressed in a chunky black roll neck jumper, jeans and walking boots, his hair all windswept, he looks utterly fuckable.

“Morning sleepyhead.” he comes towards me, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me. He smells of the outside and I can’t help but inhale.

“Morning.”

“You were fast asleep when I got up, I didn’t want to wake you. Have you just got up?” He asks, walking me backwards until I feel the counter at my back.

“Yes. I guess the last few weeks have caught up with me...” I’m not even aware of what he is doing until it is too late, his cold hands have snaked inside my dressing gown and found my nipple, the coldness of his hands makes me gasp.

“Doug!” I whisper, pushing his hands off me. “We are at my
parents
!” he dips his head, kissing my neck

“They aren’t here, they popped to the shop. We’re staying for Sunday lunch by the way.” My sleepy, lust filled brain struggles to process the information all the time Doug’s cold fingers are on my breasts, his tongue licking down my neck.

“We’re....
what?
” I pant, leaning into him.

“Staying.”
kiss
“For.”
kiss
“Lunch.”
kiss.
I go limp in his arms as one cold finger slides down my tummy to the tie on my dressing gown and tugs. Pushing open my dressing down, he steps back to look at me. His hungry eyes drink me in.

“God you are beautiful.”

“Can we do this later? They could come back any minute.” I go to close my dressing gown when he steps forward, halting my hands.

“Sophie, they just dropped me back. They will be.. “ he looks up at the clock in the kitchen, “at least half an hour. We have time.”

He picks me up, sitting me on the counter top before stepping in between my legs and taking my lips.

“Be quick.” I tell him, kissing him deeply.

“I think I can do that.”

He reaches down, pulling out his already erect cock. He takes himself in his hand and rubs his cock up and down my folds, the feeling is out of this world.

“That is so hot.” I can’t tear my eyes away from him.

Slowly, he pushes into me, filling me, stretching me. He grips my arse, pulling me fully on to him. I link my hands behind his neck and loose myself to the feeling of being totally joined with Doug.

***

“Mum this looks amazing.” We are all sat around the table with what can only be described as a feast in front of us.

“Thank you darling.” mum smiles. Mum is happiest when she has a houseful to cook for. We all tuck in to delicious roast chicken and everything you could want.

“It looks like Christmas... just with a chicken and not a turkey.” Doug says, reaching for the sausages wrapped in blankets.

“It isn’t a roast without all the extras.” Dad agrees taking one of mum’s massive Yorkshire puddings.

“Doug tells us that you are both off to the Maldives this week?” Mum looks at me, raising an eyebrow,

“You didn’t mention it when we spoke last week.” I feel the heat in my cheeks.

“I wasn’t sure what work would be like, so I didn’t want to get too excited about it in case it didn’t happen.” I lie, taking a bite of my stuffing.

“Have you had your jabs?” dad asks looking worried.

“Yes, dad.” Doug looks at me and I laugh.

“Don’t remind me of those.” he frowns.

“This fine specimen of a man was the biggest wimp when he had them done!” I scoff, “A total baby.”

“I’m with you there Doug, I
hate
needles.” Mum takes Doug’s hand and smiles

“Thank you Elizabeth.” Doug smiles his knicker melting smile.

“Nice to know
someone
understands.” he grins at me.

“How was your trip to New York, Doug?” My dad asks. Doug locks eyes with me and swallows his mouthful of food.

“It was good, tiring but good.” Doug smiles at my dad. I hope he stops it there, he doesn’t of course.

“When do you think you will have to go back?”

“I don’t think it will be for a while, but I will need to go back.” he looks at me and I smile.

“Hopefully I can go with Doug next time Dad.” I pipe in.

“I’d love to go to New York.” Doug beams at me and I feel a little flutter in my stomach. That man is too gorgeous for his own good.

It is seven in the evening and we are still stuffed from lunch and getting ready to leave. Doug is helping me pack the bags when he takes my hand and sits me down.

“Sophie, I’m really uncomfortable lying to your mum and dad about Abigail.” he looks troubled.

“We aren’t lying Doug, we just aren’t telling them yet. I need to get it a bit straighter in my head, to be 100% with it before I tell them. They will be concerned and rightly so, so I need to be able to deal with their reactions.” I tell him.

“I just need a little time, can I have that?” I don’t want our visit to end on this sad note, “I will tell them after our holiday. I promise.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.

“Okay.” he nods and gets up, putting the last few bits into the bag. “We should make a move; travelling back at this time on a Sunday shouldn’t be too bad.” I get up and wrap my arms around his waist.

“I’ve had a wonderful weekend with you, Doug. Just what we needed.” his arms come around me and he sighs.

“It has been. I wish we had longer. But we are off on Wednesday so we can spend time together then.”

“I can’t wait. Doug, sun, sand and sea... What more could I want?” he presses his groin into me.

“Sex?” he growls.

“Well, that goes without saying.” I laugh. “Sex and you are just made for each other.”

***

“Have a safe journey back, sweetheart and an amazing holiday, I look forward to hearing all about it.” I am wrapped in mums arms. “And when you’re ready to tell me what’s going on... I’m here. You know that.” she pulls away and winks at me.

“How did you know?” I whisper in her ear, I am so surprised I don’t even think to deny it.

“I’m your mother; I know when something is wrong. Will you tell me soon?” she looks worried.

“I will. I just need to sort it in my head first. I’m okay though mum. I promise.”