Doctor Feel Good: A Novel From The Be Yours Series

by Saffire, Blue

  “You like that, you want more of that dick inside you? Tell me what you like? Can you handle more of my cock?”

  “Baby, this is so good,” she moans. “Don’t stop, I need this so much.”

  My mind races. How many men have there been? I tighten my grip on her thighs as I hold them to my chest. My thrusts turn punishing as I think of others touching what’s mine. I promised her we’d be together. Things got in the way, but I never lost sight of that promise.

  “You are mine,” I roar out above her screams of pleasure.

  “Shit, Omid,” she says breathlessly.

  She was in my practice to have another man’s seed planted into her womb. Jealousy and rage consume me. It will be over my dead body. My seed will be the only one she ever carries. I thrust deeper, this time intent on coming with her.

  I don’t listen to the reasoning my brain tries to offer. I listen to my heart that screams we’ve found the one woman that means everything to me. I’m more than aware I’m going about this the wrong way. The same threats that have kept me from her are alive and well. More so now that I’ve returned to the family.

  Still, I come inside of her so hard, I dare my sperm not to implant itself inside her. “Non ti perderò di Nuovo,” I say in Italian. A language I picked up from a few friends.

  “What?” she says with a dreamy smile on her lips.

  Thinking better of it, I don’t give her the translation. She still doesn’t know who I am. I won’t scare her off by telling her I refuse to lose her again. Instead, I drop a kiss over her heart then say, “Show me to your bedroom.”

  Chapter 7

  Breakfast

  Divine

  When I start to gain consciousness the first three things I note are the banging in my head, the throbbing between my legs, and the heat against my back. I start to come fully awake and the heavy leg and arm are the next things that I register. Then there’s the thick erection at my ass.

  I try harder to push the fog from my brain. There’s a man in my bed and I need him out. I don’t do sleepovers. He should’ve been gone after I got what I needed. Now if only I could remember who I called over. Whoever he is, his ass knows the rules.

  “Aç mısın?” he says in a deep accented voice. He’s minty fresh breath fanning the back of my neck as he asks if I’m hungry.

  I stiffen. What the hell did I do last night? I never bring men to my home that I don’t know. How drunk was I?

  He slides his hand between my legs and starts to kiss my shoulder. His beard tickles my skin and it starts to come back to me. Me riding his face numerous times last night. Being twisted in so many different positions. Soaking the bed.

  Oh shit, this dude had me squirting. That hasn’t happened since that one dildo I refuse to use because that shit scared me when I made myself come so hard not only did I squirt but I passed out.

  “Omid?” I test the name out hoping I didn’t just call him by someone else’s name.

  “Yes,” he says, not pausing in his soft kisses.

  I race to think of something to say. I need to get him out of my bed and home. Those are my thoughts until he pushes two fingers into me and grinds his erection into my ass.

  I turn to look over my shoulder and I’m met with light hazel eyes. Not the same odd clear from last night, but still unique. Everything comes flooding back to me. The couple who tried to pick me up. Omid coming to my rescue.

  I gasp and my body coils tighter as imagines of me sucking the hell out of his dick hit me full force. I’m never drinking again. Ever.

  “Um… I have to be in my office this morning. Do you need me to call you a cab?”

  He pulls a face and his hand that’s trying to scramble my mind though my pussy halts. I start to ease out of his hold to get out of the bed. I grab the sheet and pull it to my chest, clinging the fabric against my body.

  “Navid is waiting for us. I want to take you to breakfast,” he says calmer than his expression gives off.

  “Oh… um… I don’t know if I can fit that into my schedule.”

  “You need to eat and I need to eat. We’ll do it together,” he says with such finality, I have to raise a brow.

  Before I can protest, he stands and walks his naked ass into my bathroom like he owns the place. I press a hand to my forehead. I should not be distracted by his chiseled back and tight ass. However, I’m standing here biting my lip as I marvel at the man to end all men in my fantasies.

  Yes, I even love all the dark hair on his legs. Sue me, it’s a weakness. It just screams man.

  “Divine,” he calls with that hint of an accent. Why on earth does he have to be Persian? I don’t have to ask to know he is. I can tell. Many people don’t know the difference between Arab’s and Persians. I do. This man is Persian all day. “Come here. You will shower with me.”

  My mouth pops open. See now, when I was sixteen, I loved that shit. Ar… that boy, was always so bossy. I went along with it then and giggled about it like a fool. I’m not sixteen anymore and I refuse to think about how much the similarity stings.

  When I don’t budge, he reenters the bedroom heading straight for me. He snatches the sheet, tossing it back on the bed and lifts me into his arms. The sweet kiss he places on my temple takes a little of the heat out of my temper.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You said you have to be to the office. You’re taking too long to come to me. We need to leave for breakfast so we can both start our day,” he replies as if it’s that simple.

  Placing me on my feet in the bathroom, he reaches for my shower cap and covers my hair. I bite my lips to keep from melting at the gesture. He’s a big guy. The care he’s giving to something so simple seems to contrast the action.

  I turn away to brush my teeth. Omid moves behind me and places his hands on my waist. My body reacts instantly. Butterflies take off in my stomach, my body seems to pulse with a new energy. I haven’t felt like this in years. Not since that first call.

  “Hello,” I said nervously.

  “Hello, gorgeous. Your voice is as beautiful as you are,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  He paused for a moment. “I’m so glad we could talk. I wanted you to hear the first time I told you I love you.”

  My mouth fell open, my stomach dropped and butterflies took flight. I had this tingling sensation all over. I couldn’t stop smiling.

  “I love you, too,” I replied shyly.

  “You will call me at this time every day.”

  I giggled and bite my lip. “Okay.”

  Just then Marica rushed into the room with a box. I looked at her curiously. Her excitement rolled off of her.

  “It’s for you,” she mouthed.

  Placing the phone between my neck and shoulder, I reached for the box. I grabbed the scissors from my desk and opened the box. Pulling the jewelry box from inside, I opened it and gasp.

  “Arman?” I said into the phone. “Did you send me this necklace?”

  He asked me for my address the day before. I gave it to him hesitantly. After all, we were moving at the end of the summer. If he turned out to be some crazy guy, I would be gone from this house soon.

  “Yes, do you like it?”

  I looked at the necklace and squinted at the heart pendant. Clasping it against my heart, I shook my head in disbelief. My face hurting from smiling so hard.

  “Are these real diamonds?” I whispered.

  “I will always give you the best. Put it on. Never take it off.”

  “Okay.”

  Omid’s fingers dancing across my neck bring me back to the present. He’s watching me in the mirror. Or should I say he’s staring at my bare neck as if he just watched my memories play along with me. I move away from him as far as his body caging me in will allow and finish brushing my teeth.

  When I’m done, he laces his fingers with mine and leads me into the shower. Why I follow without telling him he needs to go, I’ll never know. Maybe it’s the hangover.

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bsp; We climb inside and again he cages me in with his body—his front to my back— as he turns on the water. I stand before him stiffly not knowing how I should react. I’ve never done something like this before.

  My male encounters are usually so disconnected. I get what I need and they’re gone. With my longest relationship, he was always in a rush to get home to his family I had no clue about.

  Omid drops a kiss on my shoulder, before grasping my chin and tipping my head back. He hovers over me, kissing me deeply. I brace myself against the shower wall.

  Oh, yeah. This is why I brought him home. Damn.

  Too soon he breaks the kiss, leaving me dazed and frustrated. I want him, but I need to get him out of my home. I don’t like the way I feel around him.

  I’m too… comfortable. Oh, I cannot have that. Last time I allowed myself to fall for someone like him it broke my little heart in pieces.

  When he begins to rub body wash into my skin—releasing the tension in my shoulders—I lose a little more of the battle within. I place my forehead against the shower wall and sag. I’ve only dreamed of being pampered like this.

  Am I wrong to relish in this just a bit?

  “There, that’s better,” he murmurs as he works magic with his hands. “Where would you like to go for breakfast?”

  I let that question sink in while he lathers the rest of me then washes the soap from my body. He pulls me back against his chest and I’m wrapped in an unfamiliar secure feeling. Tipping my head back, he starts to target the pressure points on my face. I sigh in relief as the throbbing in my head subsides.

  I start to question why I can’t keep him. It’s that thought that has me shaking myself out of bliss. I turn to face him and look up into his eyes.

  “Listen, what I can remember of last night was amazing but I don’t do sleepovers and I don’t do breakfast. If you want to exchange numbers we can maybe do this again. All I ask is that you let me know if you’re seeing someone else. I usually like for my sex buddy to be exclusive during our understanding,” I say.

  “Sex buddy?” he says in disgust. “I wouldn’t reduce you to some woman I let warm my bed. Nor will you make me some breathing dildo.”

  He shakes his head and backs away as if I’ve drawn a knife on him. He looks pissed. I guest he won’t be my next fuck buddy. I shouldn’t feel so disappointed. I’m getting ready to have a baby. I’m sure that would be more of a turn off for him.

  “I don’t do relationships. I like my life the way it is. I haven’t had a partner in almost two years. You broke my fast last night. If you’re not interested then that’s fine. I have a busy life as it is,” I think I say the words more to convince myself than him.

  He starts to mutter to himself in Farsi. I’m a little rusty, but I think he just said I lost my mind. He storms out of the shower snatching a towel to wrap around his waist, still fuming and muttering.

  I blow out a breath and turn the shower off. I wanted him gone. So why do I feel like I just broke something vital to my own existence?

  “Omid, wait,” I call after him and begin to follow.

  * * *

  Omid

  “Sex buddy?” I grumble as I tug on my pants.

  She really doesn’t know who the fuck I am. I’m no fuck buddy to anyone. Hearing my wife reduce me to a fucking fuck buddy burns right through me.

  I don’t care that she doesn’t know that she’s my future wife. I know and I’m not amused by this. My cell rings as her voice travels to the living room where I’m retrieving my clothes.

  “Hello,” I snap as I hold up a finger for Divine to quiet as I take the call.

  “Hello, Dr. Omid. Mrs. Holiday has gone into labor. She’s on her way to the hospital.”

  I look at my watch. Yesterday was my day off. Dr. Jennings was on call for me. She has officially been off for twenty minutes.

  “Thank you. I’m on my way,” I say sharply.

  “You’re welcome, Doctor.” I hang up the phone and grab my shirt to pull on.

  “I’m sorry. I think I offended you—”

  I hold my hand up again. “We’re not finished. We’ll have to have a rain check on breakfast. One of my patients just went into labor.”

  I walk over to her and palm the back of her neck, dragging her to me to kiss her thoroughly. When I feel her melt into me I break the kiss and peck her forehead. “I will call you later, Divine. We can plan for dinner sometime this week.”

  With that, I turn and leave her standing, staring after me.

  I’ll show her a fuck buddy.

  Chapter 8

  Who Are You?

  Divine

  My head is still spinning after Omid walked out of my home three days ago. Walking out to go deliver a baby. The irony. He’s a doctor. An OB/GYN. Life sure does like to make fun of me.

  After spending the morning remembering the night before in full, I decided to research the man that turned me out and had me doing everything I never do. I found nothing on the internet which is so damn odd. Granted all I have is a first name to work with. Still I thought I’d get at least one hit for an OB named Omid.

  Nothing. That’s what I’ve come up with. My curiosity grows with each day. I never gave him my number but he has sent me a text message every morning and night. Today, he sent one right in the middle of a little impromptu meeting with my team.

  “Earth to Divine,” Dada says.

  I look up from my phone, placing it on my desk, I run a hand through my hair. That’s a mistake. The gesture triggers memories of Omid tugging my hair while barking for me to take this dick.

  I shake off the memory. “Sorry,” I blow out. “Where were we?”

  “The photo shoot. You were finalizing the looks,” my assistant Terrance says.

  “Right, I like these two outfits. This one can go. I think the makeup should be the focus for this set. This looks just too much,” I say and I slide the wardrobe photos around on top of my desk.

  “I got you,” Dada says.

  I look at my childhood best friend. She’s the only real one I have left in my life. All my other so called friends from growing up started to act funny when all of my success hit.

  People are always surprised that she works for me. Whenever they see her wearing a Hijab they make all kinds of assumptions. All I see is my best friend that has rocked with me since junior high school.

  “Can you give me an update on those sponsors? Am I still doing a video for that makeup remover?”

  “Yup. I have you scheduled to do a few videos tomorrow. You have a few unboxings and two influencer requests,” Dada says.

  “I’ll print out the schedule and bring it in. You have a few conference calls this week,” Terrance says.

  Terrance is another gift from above. He’s a friend of my brothers. If you ask me they only wanted me to hire him for security.

  However, Terrance has proven to be a great asset. He keeps this flowing and for the most part he doesn’t run to tell my brothers my business. I respect that.

  “Great—”

  My phone buzzes on my desk. I suck my lip into my mouth. I know it’s him before I look down.

  Omid is annoyed with me. He asked me to go to dinner with him last night. I haven’t replied since. I don’t think it’s a good idea. This dude has me all in my feelings. I don’t even want to play myself and try to move this into the causal call zone.

  After my head cleared, I realized how good the sex was and causal anything with him isn’t going to fly. Not when he makes my heart flutter when he sends a text. Nope. I don’t have time for that.

  Glancing down at the text I suck harder on my lip.

  Exactly how long do you think I’ll let you get away with this?

  And that would be the other reason I’m avoiding him. His high-handed, do as I say approach is not going to fly. Why? Oh, just because it’s sexy as hell when he does it. I know my limits. Omid checks too many boxes for me. Boxes I forgot I once had.

  “Div, who has your nose s
o wide open?” Terrance says.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “So we’re going to ignore the glow you came in here with the last few days?” he says. “And what’s with the look on your face each time that phone goes off?”

  “What look?”

  “Nothing,” Terrance says and flattens his lips into a thin line.

  “No, no,” Dada says. “You’re so right. I’ve noticed.”

  I stand from my desk and pretend I’m busy clearing it off. Neither of them gets the hint that this meeting is over. They sit watching me.

  “It’s getting late. We can touch on everything else in emails or tomorrow,” I say to dismiss them.

  A knock at my office door has me lifting my head. My mouth drops open. Omid is standing in the doorway, dressed in a tailor made charcoal grey suit. He has a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to take you to dinner. Are you ready?”

  “What… how… I never said I’d go,” I spatter.

  He moves into the office with all of that swag. He looks so good, better than I remember. The closer he gets the more I feel like I’m being pulled in.

  Placing the roses on my desk, he reaches for my waist and pulls me into him. “I’m a resourceful man when necessary.”

  He leans in to nuzzle my neck and places a kiss behind my ear. I shiver in his hold, willing my hands not to lift to his waist or chest. He smells so damn good. My office will probably smell of this for weeks.

  “You two are a beautiful couple,” Terrance says.

  “We’re not a couple.”

  “Thank you,” we respond in unison.

  I narrow my eyes at Omid. He gives me a sexy grin and shrugs his shoulders. I drop my eyes to his lips. My body heats as I remember all they are capable of.

  “Guys can you excuse us?”

  Terrance sucks his teeth. I turn and Dada is prying him out of his seat. I watch them leave before turning back to Omid.