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  Here with Me

  AC Marchman

  Here with Me

  Copyright © 2013 by AC Marchman. All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: March 2013

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Limitless Publishing

  ISBN-13: 978-1496150561

  ISBN-10: 1496150562

  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  ~Dedication~

  To my mom Sandy

  Thank you for believing in me

  I LOVE YOU!

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Allie

  I wake up early to find myself wrapped in Donovan’s strong arms, enveloping me like a tangle of vines. This happens more times than not, but in all honesty, I don’t mind. Well, except when it’s especially hot like today. It’s barely sunrise and I can feel the humidity making my skin sticky and my hair wavy. I gently crawl from under my man’s grip and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and laugh at my bedhead. Actually, it’s more like “I had incredibly hot sex with the man I love last night and my hair is a hot mess” kind of bedhead. I give my reflection a smirk, then turn to run the shower. Since I started seeing Donovan, I hardly wear clothes when I stay the night with him, so I just step in and let the lukewarm water run over me.

  As I wash the sex smell away, I can’t help but remember the confession Donovan conveyed to me a week ago. He broke down his past with Claire for me, and it certainly made me understand him better. He was an abuse victim that didn’t know where else to turn. Only when Claire got arrested for the murder of her husband did he get the chance to break free of her clutches. I frown at the thought of him dealing with the psycho bitch. I wish I could go back in time and change his life, but I can’t. I can only be his future. My heart hurts so bad when I think of what he must have gone through, with no one to really talk to. I wish I could have been there for him then, but I don’t have a time machine, so it’s not happening.

  I turn the water off once I’m clean, and step out to see Donovan in all his naked glory, staring at me with those crystal blue eyes. My eyes shift down to below his waist and I can see he’s hot for me already.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers as he looks at me with such intense heat I can feel it between my legs.

  “Good morning, yourself,” I answer back, taking a towel from the rack and start to dry the droplets of water that still linger on my skin.

  He grabs his shaft and starts to stroke himself slowly, his hand sliding up and down. I can’t help but watch. I never thought a guy touching himself was hot until I saw Donovan do it. I know how his touch feels, so I start to rub my legs together. The heat outside is nothing compared to what’s happening in this bathroom.

  I watch intently as his pace quickens, unable to tear my eyes away. I lick my lips, wanting him to fill my mouth with his erection. He leans back against the sink and tilts his head back slightly, enjoying his own hand. I hardly notice that I’ve dropped my towel, but he does.

  His eyes are hooded and I know that look. It’s his ‘I want you right now and I don’t care where we are’ look. I take the first step toward him as he looks at me with his lips parted and his breathing coming in sharp, short intakes. I again shift my eyes downward, then place my hand over his, matching his movements.

  “Ah, fuck, baby,” he groans as I rub my naked body against his. “Put your lips on me.”

  Immediately I drop to my knees and grip his thighs with my hands. His own self pleasure stops as he stares down at me. I take one of my hands and replace his, starting out slowly as my tongue circles his swollen tip. I hear him growl and the sound only makes the growing desire in my belly grow. I move my lips from the top to the bottom, licking the bottom of his shaft like a popsicle. Donovan clenches his teeth and grips the sink with both hands. I repeat the maneuver a couple more times before I take him fully into my mouth and I feel him touch my tonsils.

  “Shit!” he groans as one of his hands grabs my hair. “That feels so good.”

  I look up at him through my lashes, catching a glimpse of his face, his chiseled features contorted into an expression of pure pleasure. I pull back up to the tip and slide my lips back down, lightly grazing him with my teeth. My mouth meets my hand that is wrapped around the bottom of his dick with my palm pushing lightly on his balls. I feel him tighten up, yet I know he doesn’t want to release just yet. He always makes sure I get my own orgasm before his own. I just continue to repeat my sensual assault over and over again.

  “Enough. Now I want to taste you, baby.” Donovan’s chest rises and falls quickly, his muscles in his abdomen clench and showcase the most perfect six pack I have ever seen. He helps me up and takes my hand, guiding me back to the bedroom. Before I know it, he has lifted me up, his hands palming my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I can feel the length of him against my already wet folds. I try to lift myself onto it, but he won’t let me. I get frustrated as I’m denied.

  “Not yet. Patience, love,” he whispers in my ear, gently nipping the lobe. I can already feel myself getting close, so whatever he does in the next five minutes will set me off like an atomic bomb.

  His lips find mine and he parts them with his tongue, which I gladly accept. My grip on him tightens as I feel his hands dig a little deeper into my thighs. He walks toward the bed and stops at the edge, then he slowly lets me down onto the soft, silk sheets.

  “Lay back, baby,” he gently says and I do as I’m told. “Put your feet on the bed and bend your knees.” I stare up at the mirrored ceiling above the bed. It used to freak me out at first, but now, it’s so hot watching him. He glances up and sees me staring back at him and I blush slightly. He grins, then spreads my legs apart further and proceeds to give me the pleasure my body craves. His tongue swirls around my folds, stopping every so often to lick my clit. It’s almost too much and my body can’t take it.

  “Oh, God!” I can’t hold back any longer as the orgasm rips through me, causing me to buck my hips up and grab his hair, pushing his tongue deeper as I come. His hands release my thighs and the last ripple causes my body to quiver.

  “I take it you enjoyed that.”

  “Damn right I did,” I pant as I gaze up into those startling blue eyes. I watch him intently as he stands up, then lowers himself on top of me. Again, I feel his erection at my entrance and this time, I won’t take no for an answer. I grab his ass with both hands, showing him that I want him inside. He gives me that crooked smile I adore and I know he won’t make
me wait long.

  Donovan slowly glides into me and I gasp. He fills me completely and he stills for a moment, letting me get accustomed to his girth. He pulls out slowly, then pushes in a little harder. My legs wrap around his waist, demanding him to go deeper. I can already feel my body starting to build up for another explosion of desire and lust. He stands as he scoots me with him, pulling me to the very edge of the tall bed.

  He places his hands on my hips and rams me hard. My eyes roll back as he shows me no mercy, thrusting into me, each time harder and deeper than the last. His grip tightens and the sound of our bodies banging against each other fills the room. I cry out as my second climax rocks me to my core. I clench my muscles around him as with one last thrust, he spills his seed into me as he cries out my name.

  He lays back on top of me, both of us sweating and panting, trying to catch our breath. I push his dark brown hair out of his eyes and stare into the depths of his soul. I know this man loves me, there’s no doubt in my mind. Maybe that’s why the sex has gotten even better than before, which I didn’t think was possible.

  “I love you,” he whispers, as if he can read my mind.

  I smile back at him and say, “I love you, too. More than you know.”

  “I highly doubt that.” Donovan gives me a quick peck and stands back up. I wince as he leaves me empty. He laughs and says, “Miss me already? I’m ready for round two if you’re down.”

  “I don’t think I could handle any more of you, stud.” I giggle as he helps me up. “I guess there was no point to a shower, huh?” I look at his body, glistening with the sweat I caused him and it makes me smile.

  “Nope, so let’s take another one,” he says as he walks in front of me and I take the time to admire his toned back and tight ass. I swear I have never seen a more perfect specimen of man, and it’s still beyond me that I can call him mine.

  I hear him turn the water back on. I walk into the bathroom and step into the double shower with him. For whatever reason, there are two shower heads, but we only ever use one. He moves out of the way so I can get under the warm water. He grabs a bath puff, squirts some of my favorite bath gel on it, and then, ever so slowly, starts to rub it down my breasts, on my belly, and down my legs. He works his way back, using his free hand to lather the soap even more. I feel my nipples harden under his touch and I moan lightly. His wet hands slide easily over my soapy skin as he proceeds to wash my back and shoulders. The water is warm, but the way Donovan turns me on is just plain hot. He gently turns me around so I can rinse off, but that doesn’t stop him from kneading my breasts. With my back against him, I feel his erection poking me again.

  “Mmm, you weren’t kidding about round two, were you?” I purr as I reach behind me and grab ahold of his dick. He hisses through clenched teeth as I stroke him.

  “Baby, I could make love to you all day long if you let me. So, please. Let me.”

  I nod my head, then stroke him faster, giving him my silent answer. All day in bed with Dr. Donovan Callahan? Sounds like pure heaven to me.

  He growls, the sound coming from deep in his throat. He twists my nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. I poke my ass out, trying to coax this sex god inside me. To my surprise, he grabs his erection away from me, turns me around and then pushes me against the shower wall. My body is smashed against the wet tile. He grabs my hands and puts them over my head, causing my breasts to rise slightly. As he takes my hardened pebble into his mouth, I suck in a breath and arch my back.

  He softly nips as he teases me with his expert tongue. I bring down one of my hands and run my fingers through his hair, holding him in place as I already feel myself getting wet for him. The way this man drives me wild never gets old. It’s always something a little different with him every time and it gets me all hot and bothered, just thinking about what he’s going to do next.

  I don’t have to wonder too long, because he lifts me up with his strong arms and holds me in place as he continues his sensual torture on my breasts. He licks and flicks, making the desire pool in my belly again. Then I feel his erection right at my clit, rubbing against me, back and forth. I cry out, my already hypersensitive body wanting—no, needing—him inside me again.

  Again, I don’t have to wait long; he can’t seem to wait either as he pushes his way in. As he releases me from his mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. Our stare never wavers as he gets into a steady pace. Slow, then fast, then back again. He brings me to the brink of climax, then takes me down a notch. It’s like he wants me there on the edge, then pulls me back. I know he does this because with me, the longer it builds up, the better my orgasm is.

  Finally, after holding me back, he goes hard and lets me break loose. This one is like a tidal wave washing over me as my body convulses in his arms. I wrap my hands around his neck because I don’t think I can stand after all this mind blowing sex. My legs feel like Jell-O and my muscles seem like they will give out.

  “Oh, baby, why are you so good?” he grunts as he releases his own climax. He grips me tight as he throbs one last time.

  “You tell me first, then I’ll tell you,” I say breathlessly. My heart is pounding against my chest wall, and it seems like it will never slow down. I close my eyes as he holds me. I feel him cut off the shower and then grab a towel to wrap around me. I already feel tired again, my body betraying me from having a full day in bed with Donovan. Well, at least in the way that I had in mind. Right now, a nap doesn’t sound so bad right now.

  He hums as he dries my back off, as I’m still in his embrace. I allow myself to drop down, so he wraps the towel around me, tucking it down the front. My eyes are half closed as I trudge back to the bed.

  “Tired, baby?” I hear him chuckle behind me. “Didn’t know I was going to wear you out like that.”

  I turn to look at him and study his features for a second. Not like I don’t know them by heart, but it still makes my heart flutter just to look at him. His bright blue eyes, his chocolate brown hair that flops on his forehead, the toned abs he sports, that sexy V at his hips. The list goes on and on.

  “Hmm mmm,” is my reply and I throw myself on the bed, letting the towel fall off me. Having three orgasms in a matter of an hour takes a lot out of a girl, so it doesn’t take me long to fall right back asleep. Right before I drift off, I feel Donovan’s arms bring up the blanket around my chest and he kisses me on my temple.

  “I love you, Allie.”

  Chapter 2

  Donovan

  As I watch my girl sleep, I wonder what life with her would be like. I already know she’s the one I want to grow old with, even after a few months. I know that I may be rushing things, but there’s something about her that draws me in. I can’t put my finger on just what exactly it is. Maybe it’s a combination of things, like her compassion for others, her passion for everything she does, the way she adores her son and made a selfless decision for him. It’s obvious that we are physically attracted to each other, but it’s her heart that made me really fall for her.

  “Baby, there’s so much I want to show you, so many places I want to take you. You are my forever,” I whisper as I push a strand of her chestnut hair out of her face. She doesn’t respond, other than a light snore. “You have no idea how much I need you, Allie. Absolutely no idea.” My lips brush her cheek, then I roll back over and try to rest before I start the day. I’m off from the clinic today. Actually, I don’t have that many days left of my residency left before I’m finished. I have to study to take my boards and I’m just as nervous about it as I was my first day of medical school.

  When sleep fails me, I roll gently out of bed so I don’t wake Sleeping Beauty. I grab a pair of boxer briefs and some khaki shorts. I pad my way down to the kitchen in my bare feet to start a pot of coffee for us. I also decide I’m going to make Allie breakfast in bed. I know she likes French toast, so I start with that. As I set the bread into the pan, my cell phone rings.

  Who the hell is calling me at 7:30 in the morning?


  I look at the screen; I don’t know the number. I debate on answering it, but before I get the chance, it hangs up. It was a Georgia area code, but I have no idea who that is. The fear sets in. When Allie and I returned from Virginia, I read that Claire was released from prison due to Russell Grady recanting his statement. He said that it wasn’t even Claire that bought the poison to kill her husband.

  Allie was in the shower one morning as I sat down to read the news. I was startled when I saw the front page. Claire was out, just like Donna said she would be. I dropped the paper on the table and put my head in my hands. Allie walked up behind me quietly and started rubbing my tense shoulders, causing me to jump out of my seat.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” Her green eyes were wide with concern as she backed away. I pulled her in close for a hug, just to let her know that it wasn’t her that scared the shit out of me. Then I held her at arm’s length and asked her to sit down. She hesitated, but sat down.

  I handed her the paper and I watched her face drop as she read. When she was done, she looked at me with evident fear.

  “What does this mean for us? What do we do?” She sounded as terrified as I felt. I had let the woman abuse and use me for years, and when I was finally able to put all of her shit behind me, this happens.

  “I honestly don’t know. I don’t want you to worry, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  “It’s not me I’m worried about.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck, nearly choking me. “What if she finds you? You do live at the same address you did before she went to jail.”

  “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry; I’ll install more cameras and a better alarm system. She’s not going to get to me, I promise you.” My arms enveloped her small waist. I tried to believe that. I really did.

  A week had passed since Claire was released and I hadn’t heard a word. If I knew her, which I did, she would have left some sort of message or text. Then it occurred to me that I had changed my number several times since she had been away. I told myself there was no way she could get my number…right?