Chapter 3 #2
“You are a very bad girl Rachel. Very sexy but bad” Rachel moaned while sucking his dick. Jake felt like a king. Kylee didn’t ever want to suck his dick.
Rachel stood up and Jake picked her up and ripped her dress off. Rachel moaned out loud “Dr.W you deserve to cum harder than you ever came before”
He looked at Rachel with a sweaty face “You call me Dr.Waterman” as he grabbed her by the face and started kissing her.
Jake then shoved his dick into Rachel’s tight wet pussy and she let out loud moans, He never got these types of moans from Kylee. “HARDER!” Rachel screamed.
Rachel rocked against him. She kissed down his throat, screamed his name in a voice that curled around him like silk, and he couldn’t remember the last time someone said it like that.
Rachel moaned around him, her eyes closing as she focused on her body still buzzing with unfulfilled desire. She could feel the tension building within him, his thrusts becoming more urgent, and his grip on her hair tightening. “Im about to cum” Rachel moaned
“Not yet,” he growled, pounding her harder.
“I’m not done with you.” He turned her around, pressing her against the wall once more, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her.
Rachel gasped as he entered her from behind, his thickness stretching her, filling her completely.
He thrust into her with abandon, his movements primal and desperate, and his breath hot against her ear.
“Hold on,” he commanded, his voice a low growl as he began to move, his pace relentless.
The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure washing over her in waves as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Rachel cried out, her nails digging into the wall as she met his thrusts, her body moving in perfect harmony with his.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the muted sounds of their passion.
Jake’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur.
Rachel came all on the tip of his dick. “Good girl Now get back on your knees” Rachel hurried down to her knees and put his dick back in her mouth “my turn now Rachel “Rachel then put his dick that was filled with her cum in her mouth.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth sucking him, her hands gripping his thighs as she deepened her suck, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke.
Jake’s hands tightened in her hair, his hips moving in time with her mouth, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with need.
“You’re going to make me cum.” Jake finished in Rachel’s mouth.
She sat up and looked at him in the sexiest way as she wiped his cum from the side of her mouth.
“That’s how you get taken care of and release stress Dr.W”
Jake moved quickly, suddenly hyperaware of everything: the clock on the wall, the tightening of his chest, the lingering scent of sex in the air.
He adjusted his shirt with trembling fingers, buttoning it fast, running a damp hand through his hair to smooth it back into place.
His pulse was still erratic, but his mind had already leapt ahead to home, to Kylee, to dinner, to anything that might anchor him back to the life he’d just stepped out of.
He avoided looking around the room as he shrugged into his coat, his mouth set in a hard line.
Without a word, he pulled the office door shut behind him and strode out of the clinic, keys already in hand.
The cold evening air hit his face like a slap.
But he welcomed it. He needed it. He needed to forget. He needed to get home.
Kylee stood at the stove, stirring a pot of spaghetti while Kayla babbled in her bouncer behind her. Macy sat at the island stacking crackers, humming softly, and the house felt warm, the kind of domestic, lived-in comfort she’d worked hard to create.
When Rachel had called hours earlier saying Jake had a last-minute surgery. Said he’d be working late. Kylee had taken the news in stride, though something about the girl’s chirpy voice had rubbed her wrong way. Still, she pushed the unease away. He was busy. He always was.
When the front door opened and she heard his familiar footsteps across the foyer tile, she froze.She turned just as he walked into the kitchen, shrugging off his coat, his face unreadable.
“You’re home early,” Kylee said slowly, stirring hand paused midair. “Rachel called and said you were staying late because there was a surgery added on.”
Jake’s expression didn’t shift much, but his eyes flicked toward her just for a second and something inside Kylee sharpened.
“Yeah,” he said, voice tight. “The patient canceled at the last minute. One of those weird schedule mix-ups. I figured I’d come home instead.”
She nodded, watching him. “You didn’t text.”
He shrugged, moving toward the sink to wash his hands. “Didn’t think it mattered….”
Kylee stared at his back, the muscles in his shoulders stiff under his shirt, and something deep in her gut twisted quietly.
She forced a smile and turned back to the stove.
“Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Smells great,” he said, drying his hands on the towel. “Thanks, babe.”
But his voice was hollow. Too casual. Too smooth.
And Kylee, suddenly, wasn’t sure what she believed anymore.
Dinner was over, the kids had been bathed and tucked in, and Jake had retreated upstairs almost immediately after kissing Kayla goodnight. No lingering. No offers to help. Just a quick, mumbled, "I’m going to shower," before disappearing down the hallway.
Kylee stood in the kitchen, scraping plates into the trash, the sound of utensils clinking against ceramic louder than usual in the silence. She loaded the dishwasher mechanically, hands moving on autopilot while her mind spun.
Something was off.
The entire evening felt wrong. Off rhythm. Like a familiar song being played out of tune. She wiped down the counters slowly, staring out the window into the dark yard.
The reflection of her face stared back, faint in the glass, tired eyes, pursed lips, a stiffness in her jaw she hadn’t noticed until now.
She’d gotten her hair done. Nails, too. Spent time just being herself, trying to remember what it felt like to be a woman outside of motherhood. And he didn’t say a word. Not about her hair. Not about the color on her nails. Not about her.
The sound of the water running upstairs had already stopped. A few minutes later, she heard the soft creak of their bed as he climbed in, not waiting for her.
No conversation.
No TV.
Just silence.
Kylee took a deep breath, tossing the damp rag into the sink. The hum of the dishwasher filled the quiet, steady and low.
Her eyes drifted toward the hallway that led to their bedroom.
Something wasn’t right. But once again she let it go.
The next morning at the clinic it buzzed with its usual quiet rhythm, soft classical music playing low from hidden ceiling speakers. But for Jake, everything felt louder. Sharper. Like his nerves were exposed.
Rachel was already at the front desk when he arrived, typing away with painted nails and a coffee in hand. She wore another same tight fit dress with a high slit and sleeves that slid off her shoulders like an invitation. Her dark red lipstick was bolder than yesterday
“Morning, Dr.W ,” she said with a wink, not bothering to hide the way her eyes trailed down the length of his body. “Late night?”
He paused, jaw tight. “Yeah. Busy.”
Rachel tilted her head, her smile sweet but edged. “You seem tense again. Might need another….. Adjustment?”
He didn’t answer. Just moved past her, heading into his office with a briskness he hoped came off as indifferent. But he felt her watching him the entire way.
Once behind his desk, he sat down hard and rubbed his hands over his face. The memory of yesterday clawed at the back of his mind her voice, her body, and her hands. The sound of the door closing behind him as he left her. The guilt hadn’t sunk all the way in. But something did.
And still he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He couldn’t stop looking at her. She made it worse.
Her presence was magnetic, disruptive. She floated between exam rooms with a swing in her hips and purpose in every step, as if she knew exactly what she’d done and exactly how to keep doing it without saying another word.
At one point between patients, she brought a folder into his office. Instead of placing it neatly on his desk, she leaned over unnecessarily far, placing the papers directly in front of him, her perfume saturating the air.
“The afternoon’s wide open if you need time to catch your breath,” she said, lips hovering a little too close to his ear. “I’m good at clearing space... when you need it.”
Jake didn’t respond right away. He looked at her, really looked at her and for one moment, let the weight of what was happening settle on his chest.
Kylee’s face flashed in his mind. Her voice last night was calm but heavy. He blinked, shook his head slightly. “I’ve got work to do,” he said, his voice low and clipped.
Rachel straightened, her smile unfazed. “Just say the word, Dr. Waterman. “And then she was gone. But the scent of her lingered. And so did everything else.
Back at home Kayla’s soft breathing filled the nursery as Kylee laid her down for her nap, gently pulling the blanket over her tiny frame. She lingered by the crib, brushing a finger along her daughter’s cheek, but her mind was elsewhere too loud, too unsettled.
Jake hadn’t texted all morning. Nothing about his schedule. No update. Something didn’t sit right.
Kylee walked into the hallway, pulling her phone from her pocket. She scrolled through her messages. The last one from him was short, sent early: Busy morning. Talk later.