Falling for Dr. Knight: A Falling Novel

by DL Gallie

  Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I watch Lexi on the swings. My mind drifts to tonight and suddenly, I’m nervous. I think I really like this guy…I can totally see myself falling for Dr. Knight.

  7

  Preston

  After texting Cress about tonight, I start to wonder if I’m coming on too strong, but her replies seem to indicate I’m not, so I guess I will keep going how I am. As I climb into the shower to get ready for tonight, I shake my head. This woman is turning me into a total girl. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited before a date, but then again, I have never met a woman as vivacious, sexy, and intriguing as Cress Bayliss.

  Stepping under the spray, the hot water hits my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I start to think about our texting/sexting over the last few days. Images of her in the shower with me run through my mind.

  Water cascading down her body.

  Her nipples erect, a droplet of water waiting to be licked.

  The water sliding between her thighs.

  Her eyes full of desire.

  Her plump lips, moist and waiting to be kissed.

  My cock hardens. Gripping it tightly in my fist, I picture Cress. Stopping mid-stroke, I realize I want it to be her doing this. Shocking myself, I turn the tap to cold and let go of my cock. Taking a page from Flynn, I join the blue balls club and decide to wait for tonight. Cress doing this will be so much better than my hand. Thinking of her has my cock coming to life again, so I think of saggy granny tits and it instantly deflates.

  Now that my dick is under control, I soap up and wash myself, avoiding my cock because if I touch it, I will grip it and jerk it. But I want more than anything for Cress to have that pleasure later this evening. So I refrain.

  Short-term pain, long-term gain.

  Stepping out, I wrap my towel around my waist and walk over to the dresser. Styling my hair, I stare at my reflection. I look different, I realize my eyes are brighter than usual…I think it’s to do with Cress. She’s bringing me to life, prior to meeting her I was just existing. I wasn’t living, she makes me want to live life…and I hope she wants to do it with me.

  Stepping into my room, I get dressed. Black slacks, deep purple dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to my elbow; smart but casual. As I slip my shoes on, I start to wonder what Cress will wear tonight. Whatever she wears, I know she is going to be sexy as fuck.

  Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I realize it’s time to go. I’m suddenly nervous but at the same time, super excited. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I head into the garage. Pushing the button on the wall, the garage door opens. I climb into my car and start the engine, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. This song is sexy and dirty…a good sign for tonight, I think to myself as I back out of the driveway.

  On the drive over to pick Cress up, I stop and grab a bunch of flowers. Not knowing what her favorite are, I grab a bouquet of sunflowers, which happens to be my mom’s favorite flower. With my flowers in hand, I get back on the road and my nerves settle; that is until I open the door at her mom’s. My mouth drops open at the vision before me. Cress is wearing a blood red halter dress that hugs her body in the sexiest possible way. There’s a split up the side accentuating her legs, her hair is straighter than straight, and her lips are stained red to match her dress. “Fuck me, you are a vision, Cressida Bayliss.”

  “Cress,” she murmurs, as her cheeks darken. Her eyes roam over my body and my cock appreciates the eye fucking. We silently stare at one another, the air around us thick with desire, want, and need. The moment is broken when Lexi steps beside her mom. “Hey, Dr. Preston.”

  “Hey, Munchkin, how you feeling now?”

  “All better.”

  “That’s great to hear.”

  “I took my Pony medicine, just like you said.”

  “Excellent,” I say, offering my hand in a high five which she excitedly hits. I shake my hand, pretending it hurts. “Wow, that’s a strong high five you have there.”

  “It’s cause I eat all my veggies.”

  “Did you eat them all up tonight?”

  “Yes…even the yucky Brussels sprouts.”

  I make a face. “I don’t like them either.” Suddenly I remember the flowers and the little something that I have for Lexi. “Give me a sec,” I tell them and race to my car and grab the gifts. Walking back up the path, I hand the flowers to Cress. “These are for you,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs, as I drop back down and hand Lexi her gift.

  She snatches the gift bag from my hand and pulls out the My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic DVD; her eyes light up. “My very own Pony DVD. Thank you, Dr. Preston, thank you.” She throws her little arms around my neck and hugs me.

  “You are most welcome, Princess.”

  Looking up, I see Cress holding the flowers in one hand and her other over her heart with an adorable look on her face. Winking at her, her cheeks darken. “Let me pop these in some water and then we can go.”

  “I can do that,” her mom says from behind her.

  “Evening, Momma Cress.”

  “Evening, Preston,” she says, taking the flowers from Cress. She winks at her daughter. “You two have fun tonight.”

  “Mom,” Cress scoffs, as she turns around to get her things. My eyes watch as she walks away and her dress from the back is just as stunning.

  Momma Cress steps over to me and stares intently at me. “You hurt my baby girl and I’ll hurt you. These two girls are all I have left, and I will not let anyone hurt them again. You got me?”

  Nodding my head, I confirm, “Yes, ma’am—”

  “Don’t call me ma’am,” she interrupts.

  “Yes, Momma Cress. I don’t plan on hurting her, or Lexi, or you. Scout’s honor.” I hold up three fingers and smile.

  “Good.” Cress walks back toward us, her shoes echoing on the floorboard. “Now you two kids have a great night,” she says to Cress, kissing her on the cheek before Cress drops down and hugs Lexi goodbye.

  “Be a good girl for Nanna and I will see you in the afternoon after school.”

  “Nite nite, Mommy.” Lexi pulls away and cups her mom’s cheek in her hand. Cress stands up and steps beside me. “Bye, Dr. Preston.” Lexi says, offering me her fist for a fist bump.

  “Bye, Lexi girl,” I reply, bumping my fist with hers.

  Lexi and Momma Cress head inside and close the door. Looking to Cress, I smile. “Shall we?”

  “We shall,” she says and links her arm with mine as we walk down the path to my car for our date, one of many…I hope.

  8

  Cress

  When Preston handed me the flowers, my heart rate sped up at the thoughtfulness of his gift. When he handed Lexi a gift as well, my whole body thrummed with pleasure and my heart soared, especially when I saw what it was. A sob built in the back of my throat as I watched Preston with the most important person in my life, the scene before me was so beautiful. The connection he has with Lexi is strong already. I can tell that if this goes off the rails between us, she too will be heartbroken. Then Mom arrives and even she is smitten with him. Damn, we will all be gutted if this turns to shit. Maybe I need to back off and keep them apart until I know what this is between us.

  Mom takes the flowers from me when I offer to pop them in water, but I’m thankful, as I don’t really want to leave her alone with Preston, who knows what would occur. As I rejoin them, I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my laugh when Mom scolds him for calling her ma’am.

  We say our goodbyes, with a fist bump for Preston and Lexi—it totally melts my heart seeing that—and then he escorts me to his car. With each step we take down the path, my nerves ramp up. My eyes land on his car and I smile. “Your car is pretty sexy, Dr. Knight.”

  “As are you, Ms. Bayliss.” He reaches around me and opens my door.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No thank you, Love. Thank you for allowing me to wine and dine you tonight.
”

  “You just want the promised horizontal tango lesson.”

  “That’s just an added bonus.” He pauses and looks at me, his gaze heating my skin, and again that déjà vu feeling washes over me. “Cress, tonight is just the beginning of something beautiful.” With those words, he closes my door. Holy shit, we haven’t even left the house yet and I’m already swooning for this man.

  He pulls into a parking garage and we climb out. My eyes rake over his car and I shake my head, this is one sexy car…for a sexy as hell man. “Shall we?” he says, offering me his elbow.

  “We shall.”

  Linking my arm through his, we make our way to the elevator and take it down to the street level. We step out and cross the road. My eyes light up when I see we are walking toward, Las Tapas. It’s a mom-and-pop run Spanish restaurant. “Ohh, I love this place.”

  “Me too, they make the best—”

  “–paella,” we say together and laugh.

  Things are so easy with Preston, I can definitely see myself falling for this man and that scares me. I haven’t felt like this with anyone since Creed, and we all know how that turned out.

  We step inside and while we wait to be seated, we look at one another, and again that déjà vu feeling appears. “Have we met before?” I ask.

  Preston shakes his head. “I don’t think so, but occasionally when I gaze at you I get this feeling like we have.”

  Nodding my head, I smile. “It’s so weird.”

  “Well, either way, I’m glad I get to know you now,” he says, just as the hostess arrives and escorts us to our table.

  Las Tapas is your typical Spanish restaurant. Gorgeous Spanish inspired artwork lines the walls, crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling. There’s custom-made bar tops with handmade Spanish tiles and natural wood. Wine racks full of wine line the walls and large windows overlook the outdoor dining area. Each table is set with candles, making it intimate and perfect for our first date, by creating the perfect romantic dining experience.

  Preston pulls out my chair and pushes it in. The heat from his body sets mine ablaze, he didn’t even touch me and I’m already turned on, panting and wanting more. Thankfully the waitress arrives and hands us our menus.

  “Buena noches, what can I get you to drink?”

  “Can I grab a glass of Tempranillo, please?”

  “Make it a bottle,” Preston says.

  “Por supuesto,” the waitress replies, turning away from us, she makes her way back to the bar, leaving Preston and me alone for the first time since we sat down.

  We stare at each other across the table. I lick my bottom lip and gently bite, my go-to movement when I’m nervously excited. This man does things to me, even without laying a hand on me. I notice his eyes locked on my lips, then he looks into my eyes. His stare penetrates deep into my soul. My body thrums with desire. I swallow deeply. Neither of us has spoken but so much has been said with our eyes.

  I want you.

  I desire you.

  I need you.

  The waitress returns with the wine but we keep staring at each other. She silently opens the bottle and fills our glasses. She turns and as she walks away, I hear her silently whisper, “That was caliente.”

  We both laugh.

  Picking up his glass, he raises it in a toast, “To the beginning of something amazing.”

  “I’ll drink to that.”

  Tapping my glass against his, I take a sip and moan in delight. “Ohh wow, that’s a good vintage.” Looking up, I see Preston staring at me open-mouthed. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

  He shakes his head, “No, that sound you just made had my mind going to a dirty sexy place…with you.”

  “Do tell, Dr. Knight,” I playfully tease, resting my elbows on the table and my chin in my palm, blinking rapidly at him. When I stop with the blinking, I realize that probably looks like I’m having a fit rather than the sexy siren I was going for.

  He leans forward, “Well…” But before he can tell me all the dirty sexy things, the waitress arrives.

  “Are you ready to order?”

  “The paella,” we both say at the same time.

  “el amor está floreciendo,” the waitress says with a smile, before turning around and leaving us alone again.

  “What did she just say?” I ask, my voice laced with confusion and intrigue.

  “Beats me,” Preston shrugs. “But she seems pretty happy right now, so I’m guessing it was something good.”

  “It was very good,” the lady at the table next to us says.

  We both turn our heads to see an elderly couple at the table.

  “What did she say?” Preston asks her.

  “Love is blossoming,” her husband says, He takes his wife’s hand in his and brings it to his lips and kisses her knuckles. She smiles adoringly at him, love radiates between the two of them. “Lucia and I had paella on our first date sixty-five years ago. Love is the food of life. Paella is life therefore paella is the food of life and love. And Lucia is my life and love. ”

  “That is beautiful. I wish you many more years of love and paella.”

  “Salud,” he says, raising his wine glass toward us.

  Preston and I raise ours in return and both say, “Salud.” We gaze at one another, our eyes are locked on each other, as we sip the wine.

  We are both quiet, processing the man’s words.

  Lucia and her husband stand up and leave. I watch as they walk away, he gently rests his hand on her lower back; that is unbridled true love. Looking to Preston, I smile. “Wow, can you imagine being with someone for that long?”

  “I’ll let you know in sixty-five years.” Preston replies, the look in his eye is carnal.

  Lifting my wine to my lips, I take a sip and stare at Preston over the rim of the glass. This man continues to amaze me, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up because sexy doctors don’t want me. I’m a nobody; therefore this must be a dream. A fucking good dream but it must be a dream nonetheless. Preston squeezes my arm, snapping my attention back to the present and the realization that this is in fact real life.

  “You drifted off there, where did you go just now?”

  “Nowhere in particular. Just thinking that this must be a dream because I’m on a date with a sexy doctor in an amazing restaurant. Drinking amazing wine about to dine on a fantabulous paella. Things like this don’t happen to me. Ever. Therefore this must be a dream.”

  “You think I’m sexy?”

  “That’s what you took from what I just said?”

  “I took the important parts. I’m sexy and fantabulous paella.”

  “You are really something, Dr. Knight.”

  “A good something?”

  “I haven’t made my mind up yet,” I pause for emphasis, “but if tonight keeps proceeding like this, you will definitely be getting that tango lesson before the night is over.”

  9

  Preston

  Fuck me, this woman is something else. I have never been around a woman like her before. She’s sexy as fuck. Vivacious. Flirtatious. Funny. Down-to-Earth. She is the complete package.

  Our date is going smoothly. The paella is delicious, both of us moaning in delight with each mouthful. After dinner, we finish off the wine and continue to get to know one another. “…I’m pretty sure I scared Ave off of ever having kids after I nearly crushed her hand when I was in labor.”

  “You are amazing,” I honestly tell her.

  “How so?”

  “You’re raising your daughter alone.”

  “I’m not alone, I have Ave and Mom.”

  “No, they help occasionally. You are doing all the hard work yourself AND you substitute teach if needed.”

  “It’s nothing compared to what you do.”

  “Don’t sell yourself short, Cress. I think you’re amazing and that’s all there is to it. Now, would you like to dance with me?”

  She looks over her shoulder and sees a few other couples dancin
g, that’s one of the things I love about this place. People don’t care, they just do what feels right, and right now, I want to dance with this woman. Her face lights up. “I’d love to.”

  Standing up, I step over to her and offer my hand. She places hers in mine and like each time we touch, there’s a spark that jolts through me. Spinning her around, I pull her in close to me. One hand sits on her lower back, the other holds her hand between us. She rests her head on my shoulder and we sway to the music. Our bodies becoming one. Taking a deep breath, I breathe in. Her smell envelops me. “I love your scent,” I whisper into her hair, breathing everything about her in again. “I could get high breathing you in.”

  I feel her smile against me. “I’ve worn this since forever,” she quietly says as we continue to dance.

  “What is it?”

  She lifts her head and gazes into my eyes. “True Love by Elizabeth Arden.”

  If that isn’t a sign of what’s to happen between us, I don’t know what is. Between her perfume name, the kind words from the waitress, and the love story between Lucia and her husband, we are surrounded by all things love tonight. I can see myself falling for Cressida Bayliss.

  Cress rests her head back on my shoulder, her body molding into mine once again. She turns her head and begins to kiss and nuzzle where my neck and shoulder meet. My hand slides down her back and I cup her ass, her perfect taut ass, in my palm. She reaches down and lifts my hand from her ass, placing it back on her lower back. Making a quiet tsking sound as she lets go.

  Sliding my hand back down, I squeeze her ass this time. She lifts her head and stares at me. It's the perfect moment for our first kiss. Closing my eyes, I begin to lean forward when she spins away. I realize the music has changed, to a much faster song. She holds my hand and spins in and out in sync with the music. She spins back in, this time her back to my front. She swivels her hips, which has my cock wanting to dance too. There’s no hiding what she’s doing to my body right now. She glances at me over her shoulder and winks. Minx, I think to myself as she spins out again. This time when she spins back in, she slides her hands seductively up and down my chest. She grabs my hands. “Let’s dance,” she huskily says. The tone of her voice heads straight to my dick and it hardens further between us. I’m frozen, I stare at the sex bomb before me. “Let’s tango,” she says, as she takes my hands in hers and we begin to tango.