Page 3 of Hot Life

Poor Marsha, I actually pitied her for a moment. I hoped that my visit may have opened her eyes to how harmful her language around weight was. Maybe she’d be better informed and more gracious with the next fat person she encountered.

Cedric didn’t speak another word until we were alone in our room, awaiting the doctor. Desmond spoke up, “Damn Cedric, you made me scared back there.”

“Nonsense,” Cedric replied, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. “The discrimination some people face just to get decent healthcare is absurd. Imagine all the women like Dolly without advocates or the knowledge of how outdated these yahoos are…”

I giggled and took his hand. “I love you, Cedric. I’m fine, really. I’ve experienced some form of that my entire life here and there. But for the most part, most people think I’m gorgeous. I know I’m beautiful and I love my body. All two-hundred and twenty-two pounds.”

“Mm, me too…” Desmond growled, sliding a hand under my dress to grip my thigh. “You’re hot as hell. And Cedric’s right. No one gets to talk down to you or make you feel anything less than the goddess you are.” Des’s rough palm slid higher up my dress and he shot a dark glance at Cedric. “These doctors are usually late, right?”

“Indeed,” Cedric agreed with a rasp. “I passed their room log and gather we have at least a forty-minute wait ahead of us.”

“See? That’s putting those smarts to good use, my friend. Any ideas on how we should pass the time?” His fingers reached the warm apex of my thighs, lightly stroking the fabric of my panties.

I gasped and pulled at his thick forearm. “You guys can’t be serious. Here?”

Suddenly Cedric was pulling me onto his lap, urging me to wrap my legs around him and his chair. “I think we have time.” His erection pressed against my thigh as he kissed me deeply. Another rough hand pushed down the top of my dress, finding my breast. I groaned and glanced at Des, who had one hand down my shirt and the other palming his own erection through his jeans.

I yelped as Cedric stood, gripping my ass firmly and carrying me over to the exam table. He laid me back as Desmond pulled the top of my dress down further, exposing my bare breasts. His scruffy face nuzzled my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I tilted my head back in a whimper while feeling the tug of my panties being peeled off. Cedric placed my heels in stirrups, and I sat up on my elbows. “I hate those things,” I breathed, watching my husband pull a rolling stool forward.

He lowered himself, peering up at me with his piercing gaze and grey tie askew, ever the professional doctor, at home in his terrain. “Let’s create a more positive association, then,” he purred, pushing his chair forward and gripping my ass. His head disappeared under my dress. I gasped as his tongue immediately found its mark. He circled my clit in time with Desmond, who was imitating his movements on my nipple. Biting, sucking, swirling. Des’s hand reached down, palming over my sex. Cedric pulled back, and I didn’t open my eyes in time to see what they’d decided but I felt it. Des rocked two fingers into me, slowly, his rough digits easing in and out. My hand shot up to cover my mouth and stifle my moan as Cedric’s tongue returned to its steady tempo of tracing my bundle of nerves. His teeth grazed my sensitive spot, pushing me higher and higher to the edge. I squirmed my hips, taking in every thrust of Desmond’s fingers, before he withdrew suddenly and met my stare. One at a time he inserted a finger into his mouth, sucking, as if I were the most delicious dessert he’d ever tasted. “God, she does taste good, doesn’t she?”

Cedric groaned in response, not faltering in his work. His voice vibrated his lips and made me clutch the paper covering the exam table. “Let me have a little taste?”

“Just a little,” Cedric grumbled, pulling back. The cool air hit my wet center and I shuddered in anticipation. Des’s beard brushed my core and he moaned, taking in his own taste of me. His tongue following the path Ced established. Both of their warm kisses pooled over me, mixing. I bit my lip, my breaths quick and uneven. Reluctantly retreating, he gave Cedric back his spot. Desmond carefully reached back around my thighs and pushed in his two fingers once more. A moan escaped my lips, breathy and wanting.

“I’m coming,” I whined, pushing on the stirrups as my hips bucked at both of my husbands’ pressure.

“Come for us, baby. You always take us both so goddamn good,” Desmond said in that gruff, sexy voice that always sent me over the edge. Stars clouded my vision as my bliss shattered through me. If I cried out, it didn’t register amongst the pleasure. My orgasm tightened around Des’s fingers and pulsed beneath Cedric’s tongue, still lapping up every ounce of my ecstasy. They wouldn’t stop until I told them to. They never did. It was hot as hell. I would have been happy to let them continue and bring me to another mountain top of orgasmic euphoria, but I knew we had limited time before a doctor came in the room.

Pushing them off, Desmond picked me up and steadied me on my feet. While I tidied my hair, Cedric reset the exam table, erasing the evidence of our tryst. Des plucked my panties off the floor and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Mm…These are mine now, Queen.”

I blushed at the sight of it. My bad boy and my professional. How did I get so lucky?

I’d just smoothed my yellow floral dress after cleaning myself off when a knock sounded on the heavy door. A woman shorter than me, with long, beautiful box braids, in a white coat and thick glasses entered. “Hi, Dorthea. I’m Dr. Kamara, but feel free to call me Akilah. I hope I didn’t keep you folks waiting too long. I’ve been behind since eight this morning, just one of those days.”

“Hello, nice to meet you,” I shook her cold hand. “And um…no, it’s fine—”

“We found ways to entertain ourselves.” Desmond’s cool voice taunted me while he shoved my pink panties into his pocket. I resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

Cedric, ever the gentleman, stood in greeting. “Dr. Kamara, it’s nice to see you again.”

She flicked a glance between the three of us and landed on my dark, silvery grey-haired husband. “Oh my god, you’re Dr. Winslow. I knew Dorthea’s last name looked familiar. Wow, sir, I can’t believe you remember me. I sat in on a surgery you did six years ago. It was the best work I’ve ever seen. Stories of you and your practice are everywhere.”

My husband’s jaw ticked slightly and I took his hand as he sat down. I knew what flashed through his mind just now. The case that haunted him and drove a wedge between us for so long. The girl he couldn’t save. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. That’s not what she’s referring too. But he recovered with a smile as Desmond rested a casual hand on my knee. Dr. Kamara didn’t miss the movement, and I almost laughed at watching the gears turn in her mind. Trying to figure out our relationship, no doubt.

“Is your daughter my new patient?” She asked with a smile. Desmond coughed to cover a laugh and I shot him a warning glare.

The corner of my mouth quirked in amusement as I replied. “This isn’t my father, but he is my daddy.

My doctor tittered in amusement and cleared her throat. Clearly I’d been reading too many age-gap smutty romance novels. But come on, if anyone was daddy, it was Ced. Cedric only grinned. “This is our wife. We come as a pair.”

“Forgive me, I noticed the hyphenated name and wasn’t sure,” she replied, wide-eyed in embarrassment. She turned to Des. “It’s nice to meet you…”

“Desmond Gregory, and the pleasure’s mine. Cedric says you’re one of the best in Georgia.”

Dr. Kamara blushed, her dark cool-toned skin aglow with pink undertones, either at the compliment or at my rugged, tattooed husband. I couldn’t blame her. He was looking absolutely sinful in his collared black shirt and dark jeans. His beard was grown and perfectly cropped. I did a little blushing of my own as I recalled where his beard had been just moments ago…

“Dr. Kamara—” Cedric began.

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