Page 23 of The Doctor

Squirting a dime-sized amount of shower gel in the palm of my hand, I grip my shaft and squeeze the tip. Letting out a low moan, I start to slowly stroke, wanting to live in this moment for as long as possible. With Raine back in my life, my hand may be the only relief I get for the foreseeable future.

I picture Raine in the little black dress she wore the night I met her and the little red bra and panties she had on underneath. The way her hot mouth felt as she took me down her throat. Lapping ice cream off her taut stomach and sucking and licking it off her sweet pussy. My hips thrust into my hand as I stroke faster, and my grip tightens as stream after stream of white ropes coats my hand and the shower wall.

I can’t remember the last time I came so fast and hard, and I know it’s only because of Raine and her hot little body. Wanting to be available for Raine if she needs me, I quickly wash, dry off, and get dressed.

It’s strange to walk past the bedroom next to mine and see the door shut. I want to go in and check on her, but I don’t want to disturb Raine if she’s finally resting. Instead, I head into the kitchen and try to figure out what the hell I can make for a queasy pregnant woman for dinner with the ingredients I have.

After staring into the fridge for long minutes and realizing I have nothing notable in my refrigerator, I decide tonight I’ll order dinner, and tomorrow I’ll have some groceries delivered.

Finally, having a chance to rest, I lie down on my couch to wait for dinner to arrive. Even after my release, a headache starts to form, and my mind swims in confusion. While I want Raine in my bed and underneath me, I’m not prepared for everything else.

How can I be a father?

I can’t even imagine what Raine must be feeling. What if she never wanted to be a mother?

It makes me wonder if Raine will eventually hate me and regret our night together.

All of these thoughts swim through my head, making my headache worsen with each unanswered question and unresolved feeling.

What if Raine’s feeling the same way I am, and it’s part of the reason she’s feeling unwell? After dinner, I’m going to try to talk to her and hopefully help ease both of our minds.

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