Possessive Veterinarian

by Flora Ferrari

  She doesn’t want this to look too easy. I understand and neither do I. I’m not pompous. I’m just good at reading people in some ways. I have to. I’m a doctor. Sure I work on animals, but humans are animals too. I learned years ago in a Psychology of Medicine course that there is a reason patients give to the doctor for their visits, and it’s not always true, as strange as it sounds. If I was a doctor that worked on people, I’d have to really find out what the underlying problem was more often than one might expect...meaning what the patient says doesn’t always jive with the truth. The real issue isn’t always disclosed or immediately clear.

  Animals are easier though. They think of eating, sleeping and breeding. If they’re injured it shows, although most all animals are tough as hell and will just take injuries in stride, trying to stay positive and enjoying life as best they can.

  They know life is short, and once I really saw her I realized the same.

  And what I’m not short on is her favorite ice cream. Lucky for me I eat the same kind, and little does she know I packed the container at her old place. I’ll eat that one and give her the cold one from my house. I like smooth ice cream better so we both win.

  I move to her room, stopping just short of the door. “Delaney?”

  I hear the floor make the slightest of noise and soon she’s in the hallway.

  “I can’t eat two bowls.”

  “One is for me.”

  “But it’s the same kind…isn’t it?”

  “We eat the same flavor.” I hand her the bowl and leave her be, moving to the living room where I put on her favorite music. I know how much she likes jazz, remembering her dad once telling me she’s an old soul and listens to the classics.

  I plop down on the couch and not five spoonfuls later I hear, “Now you’re gonna tell me we listen to the same music too?”

  “There’s no need to lie when the truth says everything you need to know.” I’m not lying. I do listen to jazz every night, or at least I have been for months since her dad told me. It’s really grown on me and I actually prefer it now to any other type of music.

  She rolls her eyes, but I see the corners of her mouth turning up at the same time. She just can’t hold back that smile.

  I, on the other hand, am holding back a lot. Does she really think I’m going to accept money from her? I mean I will, but I’m going to put it in an envelope and give it back to her at some point. No way she’s paying rent in her own home. I would say I’m going to give it back to her when she leaves, but no way is she ever escaping my roof.

  Or if she won’t accept it I’ll find a way to slowly put it in some sort of special bank account for her, or put it towards the kids college fund. Heck, maybe I’ll just give it to her on her birthday. One thing I’m definitely not putting it toward is the diamond I’m going to bling out her finger with…because I already bought it. Not only that but I’m a man, and a proud one at that. Whenever I glance down at her hand and see it I want to know it’s there because of me, although it’s because of her and the way she makes me feel.

  Slowly she moves to the single, plush chair next to the couch I’m in. I so want to tell her that there’s space next to me. Don’t push it. Don’t push it, I think.

  “You said back at my place…I mean my old place…that there were some things to talk about.”

  “That’s right.”

  She slides her spoon into the cold chocolate fudge and brings it up to her mouth. She slides the spoon in and leaves it there, as if she’s waiting for me to finish my words before she removes it.

  “You really want me to keep you from your ice cream a second time?”

  She sits the bowl down on the table and I do the same, pivoting in my seat to drink in the site of her high cheekbones, porcelain skin, her silken hair, and that glow about her that makes her a real life angel.

  “I want you, Delaney. And I’m tired of waiting. I’m done.”

  Her face turns red and I want to tell her to breathe, but I’m holding my breath too.

  Instead I stand, moving closer to her. “When I saw that guy talking to you today…when that fucker touched you.” I pause, my nostrils flaring as rage fills me at the thought of something bad happening to her. It would be devastating. And if another man tries to lay a finger on her again he’ll quickly become acquainted with the exact definition of devastation. “It flipped a switch in me that was technically already on. When I saw you four years ago at that party when you were heading off to college, something inside me clicked. Something inexplicable happened within me. At that exact moment in time I knew there was no other woman for me. I remember exactly where I was, how I felt, how the air smelled, everything…and most importantly you.”

  Her hands move from her lap to the edge of the couch as if she’s trying to balance herself, to keep from tipping over.

  “You know how long four years is? It’s a jail sentence. That’s how I felt being away from you, waiting for you, wrestling with the idea that you were my best friend’s daughter even though it was just mental masturbation. My mind wrestled with the idea incessantly, but the only answer possible was always a foregone conclusion. There was never a chance in hell I was letting you get away from me.” I pause. “I know I’ve been acting like a savage beast today, but that’s just four years of pent up need boiling over. I’ve got a lot of need…a lot, and it’s all for you. I haven’t given thought to a woman since that day…not even looked at one because I knew from that moment on you were mine. And if I’m being honest…I never have been with another in my entire life. I don’t give into short-term pleasures. I only think long term and every vision of my future has you in it. I had no desire for any other woman. All this time I was just waiting until you graduated so I could make you mine.”

  I move even closer and I swear I can smell her. My right hand comes up slightly and I cup her chin gently in my grasp. “And the thing is…from the look on your face today I know that you want me too. I know you not only want me to make you mine, but you know I’m yours. I know I’m right, but still I want you to tell me. I want to hear it come from those sweet lips of yours.”

  A long moment passes as she just stares up at me. “It’s true.”

  “What’s true? Tell me exactly. I want to hear the words.”

  “You. You’re mine. You always have been.”

  I suck in a big breath of air unconsciously, a hissing sound coming from my mouth as I inexplicably blink suddenly.

  I swallow hard, but the hardest part of me is damn near level with her face, begging to be freed from my pants.

  “Say the other part. The other way.”

  “What other way? There is no other way for me in this life but you. All roads lead to you.”

  Damn my woman’s got me sprung.

  “Tell me who you belong to, now and always.”

  “You.”

  “Again. Louder.”

  “I’m yours. I’m yours…always have been and always will be.”

  “Damn right you are.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Delaney

  I stand, or Donovan’s hand elevates me, I’m not really sure.

  I felt like I was dreaming, floating, finally right at the moment I’d always waited for.

  “You’ve never been with another woman?”

  “Never.”

  “I’ve never been with a man.”

  He groans and his face bunches together, his teeth clenching.

  “Never even been touched. Never been kissed.”

  I feel his grip tighten on my chin, but it’s not overpowering…yet.

  His pupils dilate as he stares down at me. I come up on my tiptoes without even realizing it, my body willing me to close the gap between our lips.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” I call out immediately and with complete conviction. How do I know? Not because I want to be hurt, but just because I want to see what I drive him to do, see how I can make him lose control.

  I know he’s close
right now. I know that he would never hurt me. But I still want to feel his power as he’s on top of me thrusting into me before he fills me with his seed and makes me pregnant with the child I’ve always wanted to bear for him.

  “Good, because I feel like I should be softer with you, more gentle. I know I should pour a bubble bath for you on top of the Empire State Building, clearing the entire damn building and surrounding area so nobody sees you. Call LaGuardia and JFK and tell them no flights in or out of the city while I wash your hair in the finest shampoos from Paris before I scrub your body with the most expensive minerals from the Dead Sea. And then…” He swallows hard. “When every part of the rest of the world is removed from your skin and you feel completely at peace, born again, I’ll be the first one to enter inside your world.”

  I whimper.

  “I’ll bury my cock so deep inside you we’ll never get it out…at least not until it’s time for you to deliver our child.”

  A moment passes and suddenly we both burst out laughing.

  “I know what you mean, but I don’t think that came out right.”

  “You’re right beautiful, but there’s a reason I just messed up royally. It’s a sign that even as much as I want you so badly right now…even though I know all it takes is for me to bring my lips another inch closer to yours and within seconds our two bodies will become one…we have to wait.”

  “Wait!”

  “Tomorrow night. You deserve so much more than your first time here in some house with dogs that are still awake and running around.” He turns and looks at the table. “And I’ve already interrupted your ice cream twice tonight.”

  “You’re welcome to…accidently…spill some on me. Maybe my neck?”

  “Damn, woman. You’re not making this any easier.”

  “I can see that,” I say as my hand comes forward and fists his cock through his trousers.

  He leans into my grip, his eyes closing, as he exhales his warm minty breath in my direction.

  “Don’t,” he says, taking my hand away.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “Hell! I like it too damn much. That’s the problem. I’m liable to explode in my pants like a high schooler right about now and that’s not gonna happen.”

  “I know you must have a lot of tension. I can relieve it for you.”

  “No. I’m saving my first seed for your first time. It’s too damn perfect.”

  “But don’t you hurt down there?”

  “More than you could ever know.”

  “I may not have much experience, but I have a vivid imagination.”

  “Is that what listening to jazz at night and reading all those books on your Kindle does for you?”

  “Do you know what kind of books I read?” Now it’s my turn to smirk.

  “Suddenly I have an idea. And that tells me you surely have quite a few ideas of your own.”

  “Actually…you have no idea.”

  He pulls me in close and tickles me to death as we laugh like little kids before he picks me up and playfully throws me on the couch.

  “Your ice cream,” he says, handing it to me. “I’ve got Netflix and all the movie channels. Enjoy.”

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “I’m going to get the dogs settled in for the night, or at least try, and then go to bed.”

  “To bed? You don’t want to watch a movie with me?”

  “There’s absolutely positively no way I can watch a movie with you tonight. I don’t trust myself one bit.”

  I let a moment pass as I process his honesty and vulnerability…when it comes to me.

  “Me either,” I say and he turns and walks toward the kitchen but keeps his gaze focused on me.

  A few steps later his head moves forward to watch where he’s walking.

  “Me either,” I repeat softly. I need to watch what I’m doing too, because I may be a quote unquote naive virgin, but if we have unprotected sex tomorrow we really can get pregnant, even though these aren’t my most fertile days.

  Something tells me this man has some potent swimmers though. Heck, he’s been saving them up all his life. He might kill me with that eruption of his.

  At least I’d die happy, finally getting exactly what I want.

  I stick my spoon into my ice cream and flip through the channels.

  But I’m not going to die though. That’s obvious.

  Even though I know tomorrow he’s going to make it feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  In a lot of ways I feel like I already have.

  CHAPTER 11

  Delaney

  I tried to sneak out of the house early this morning but Donovan was already up. He was in the kitchen drinking coffee and had a cup poured for me. For a guy who takes his coffee black he sure made a nice cappuccino.

  I asked him if I woke him up and he said no. Although he wasn’t standing over the top of me watching me sleep, he was already awake.

  I laughed at that, and after we had a nice coffee together he drove me to work and promised to pick me up at five and take me to pick up my car.

  I wish I could have taken two days off in a row, but it’s too much to ask after starting a new position. Not only that, but who works hard on a Friday, not to mention how much work could I actually accomplish when I spent the entire day daydreaming about him, about tonight, about becoming a woman?

  The last hour of work was the slowest hour of my life, and when the clock struck five I was out of there like greased lightning.

  I push through the double door that lead out from my climate controlled fluorescent prison and into the real world.

  I walk on my tiptoes immediately, trying to see over whoever parked right in front of the building as I want to scan the parking lot and pick up his car as soon as possible.

  Looking left and then right I don’t see him, but I proceed forward until I’m startled and freeze, as the door to the limo at the curb springs open and there he is…in a tux!

  “Going my way?” I say and shoot him a wink.

  “Always.”

  He steps out and gives me his hand, helping me inside and immediately the smell of fresh cut roses tickles my senses…and that’s because the interior is filled with red rose petals.

  “Whoa.” I’m beyond impressed.

  “That’s what I said when I saw you the second you walked out those doors.

  “Aww. And look at you.”

  I can’t help but touch him, running my hand along his lapels. Even though the tux and shirt underneath I can still feel his rippling muscles, his chest like two tectonic plates ready to rumble.

  “This is for you.” He hands me a large, square box that’s expertly wrapped with a bow.

  “Did you wrap this?”

  “Sometimes you have to have a little help in life.”

  “Uh huh.” I smile. “Am I…supposed to open it now?”

  “Your decision, but you’re going to need it soon. That’s for sure.”

  I slide my hands underneath it and bounce it a few times in my palms. “It’s light…and I bet it’s beautiful too.”

  “Then it will be just like you.”

  “Have you been practicing these lines, mister?”

  “Never. They come naturally when I’m with you because I absolutely mean them. I don’t even have to think—“

  I lean in and grab his face, pressing my lips to his as my body melts into him.

  I feel like a balloon deflating, but in a good way. It’s like everything inside me has been freed and I’m at home here in his arms. It’s like my whole life I’ve had my head in the clouds for him, just kind of floating until something happened. Well, something happened all right. We finally found each other only to find out our feelings were completely mutual, and just as intense for one another.

  And just as quickly as I feel the warm electricity shoot through his lips and transfer through mine and into my body I’m that balloon again, but this time it’s a shot of helium and I’m soaring
high.

  I pull my face back with a puckering sound filling the limo as we take off…I think. The ride is so smooth I barely notice.

  Then again the only thing on my mind is him.

  I carefully open the package, knowing I’m going to save the wrapping paper, box and everything for later, meaning forever. I’m so head over heels for him that whatever is inside here might get wrapped up at a future point and I’ll just unwrap it by myself one day when I’m home alone, just to relive this experience. That’s how crazy I’m feeling right now.