How To Be A Trophy Husband Ch. 2

After we ate that night, Alexis went back home and Amanda slept in the hospital bed with me. I fell asleep almost instantly, cuddled against her, feeling her warm skin and soft curves. My cock was half-mast, thick and heavy against her bare ass. I would’ve loved to go for a third round, but I knew my body needed rest. Amanda didn’t help, however, and wiggled her cheeks until my cock rested between them.

I’m so glad I’m marrying this woman.

I slept like a baby, content and loved.

“I have to go back to work.” Amanda woke me up with the worst possible news.

I pouted.

“Stop.” Her sweet laugh rang as she laid her hand on my chest.

“I need to do some course correction, sweetie. Gordon shouldn’t have to do my job forever.”

I nodded.

“Kiya is taking off school and work to watch you, and I’ll be back tonight, okay?”

I breathed a deep, dramatic sigh. “I guess that’s okay.” I smiled and grabbed her hand. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked.

“For never . . Leaving me. You stayed here for me.” I looked at her.

She gazed back at me with loving eyes, and put my hand on her face.

“I could never leave you, and I will always stay. You took a bullet for me, baby boy. If that’s not an ownership ritual, I don’t know what is!” She reassured.

I smiled, and we kissed with love. Pure, unfettered love. The kind of love between two people whose souls are destined for eternity.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Mommy.” I whispered into her mouth.

She shook her head, her nose brushing mine. “We don’t have to wait. We can do it when you get out of the hospital.”

My eyes snapped open. “Yes. Please. I don’t need a big thing, I just need you.”



She kissed me again. “You still need a ring, baby.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t. I’ll just get an ‘A’ tattooed on my finger.”

Her eyes snapped open. “Oh, fuck yes. Yes, let’s do it. I’ll get everything ready, and make sure whoever needs to be there is there.”

I nodded. “I still haven’t met your mom.” I laughed.

She shrugged. “She knows about you.” She looked at me knowingly. “Approval is an understatement.”

I smiled. “My mom won’t. . “ My voice faltered.

“That’s okay, baby. There will be more than enough love to go around.” She whispered.

“There’s more than enough love right here.” I grabbed her ass, and she giggled.

Amanda kissed me fiercely. “I love you so fucking much.” She got out of bed.

“Kiya will be here soon. I need to get home and business-ify myself.” She dressed quickly and collected all of her things.

I watched her in amazement. “I’m so lucky.”

Amanda leaned over the bed when she was done.

“It wasn’t luck, darling. The universe wouldn’t let us be apart.” She kissed me. “I love you. Don’t get into trouble with Kiya.”

I laughed. “I love you too, Mommy. I’ll try not to.”

I leaned back in the bed with my hand behind my head.

Trophy husband. Who would’ve thought.

I laid naked in the hospital bed waiting for Kiya. I kept one hand behind my neck, flexed my bicep, and stroked my cock leisurely. Before too long, I heard a knock on the door.

“You don’t have to knock, just come in.” I said.

The door opened and a strikingly sexy Indian doctor wearing green scrubs and a white lab coat entered. She had long and curly raven black hair, deep brown skin, and sharp features.

“Oh fuck.” I snatched the blanket and covered my lap, and my hard cock tented the white fabric.

“Are you sure I don’t need to knock?.” She said, amused, as she came in and closed the door.



“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” I said, my face red, my cock deflating.

“No need to apologize, Mr. Sampson.” She said with a smirk as she walked over to the bed.



“I am Dr. Naidu, the surgeon who operated on you.”

“Oh!” I sat up in the bed quickly, and extended my hand. “Thank you! Thank you so much.”

“You’re very welcome. May I inspect my work?” She shook my hand, and stood next to me.

“Sure.” I leaned back on the plastic headboard and let her look at my chest.

She bent over at the waist and looked closer at my chest scar. She gently pressed her fingers around the area, and my muscle fibers reacted to the dull pain. I looked at her hair that draped down her arched back, at her coat hanging down her ass, smelled her perfume, and felt her breath on my body.

“You’ve healed much better than expected.” She murmured.

The combination of her touch, her smell, her sultry voice, and everything about her lit my arousal and steeled my erection again.

I suddenly felt air on my cock, and I realized my sitting up and arousal had exposed me again.

Her head turned towards my lap. “Better than expected, indeed.” She whispered.

“I am so sorry.” I blurted, terrified.

She stood back up and looked back at me with smoldering eyes, then gazed back down at my body. Her fingers trailed from my chest, down my abs, and settled at my hip bone. Her touch sent lightning through me, and I spasmed slightly, making my cock bounce.

“I see why my nursing assistant visited your room after her shift was over.” Her hand moved up and across my lower abs, causing me to instinctively flex and clench.

Her brown eyes pierced through me with lust. We heard a knock at the door. She quickly pulled the sheet back over my lap.

“Come in.” I said, my voice cracking.

Kiya walked in and saw the two of us. “Oh hi, Doctor!” She said as she set her purse on the chair.

“Hello, Miss Morris.” She turned back to me. “You are healing perfectly. I will evaluate you again before you are discharged, Mr. Sampson.”

She said professionally, then turned on her head and left the room.

“Again?” Kiya asked, and she moved over to the bed.

I cleared my throat. “What do you mean?”

Kiya shrugged.

“She already checked how you were healing last week. Said you were fine. Why does she have to check you again?”

“I think she . . “ I pointedly looked at my crotch.

Kiya’s mouth gaped and she pulled back the sheet, revealing my cock.

“Oh, you totally should. She did save your life, after all.” She grabbed my cock and started stroking me. “The least you can do is show her your gratitude.”

I leaned my head back and enjoyed the sensation of her velvet hands pumping me up and down.