Doctor Feel Good: A Novel From The Be Yours Series

by Saffire, Blue

  “In other words, little cousin,” Remi starts.

  “Go claim your wife,” Ramses finishes.

  I sit back and breathe, daring to believe that I’m finally free to live my life fully. I think I’ve known it all this time but I’ve feared it would be a lie. As I sit here, I think I start to understand what I’ve known.

  Ramses releases a laugh. “You’ve been in love with her this long. It’s surreal, huh?”

  “If we can’t do this for you, none of it was worth it,” Remi chimes in.

  “My wife is calling. Since she’s the only one I fear, I’m going to need to answer this,” LaSalle laughs and stands.

  I watch him leave to take the call. When he’s gone I turn to my cousins and sit forward in my seat. I’m going to ask. I have to know.

  “He will just talk to Baba, right?”

  The twins laugh heartily. Ramses is the first to speak. “This is why we sent you to medical school. You were a good boy then and now you are a good man.”

  “He will have a talk with Uncle. We will have a talk with that fat fuck brother of yours. If they don’t want to listen, we will make things uncomfortable,” Remi finishes.

  “Uncomfortable?”

  “We are next in line,” Remi says. “I have no problem returning home to remind everyone.”

  “I’m for that. My sons can spend some time in the homeland,” Ramses muses.

  “You are your father’s first son as well. Never forget that. Paiman wants what you’ve given up. He’ll never be you,” Remi tosses out.

  “Let me ask you something.” I turn to the door LaSalle just walked back through as he speaks the words. “What’s really keeping you here? You know who we are. You’ve not been that naïve.

  “I’ve been around you to enough to know you’re a brilliant man. I’ve seen your temper as well. So none of this should surprise you or rattle you. What’s the real problem?”

  “I think I need another drink.” I sigh and tug off my jacket.

  Chapter 16

  Return

  Divine

  I’ve been walking around the house with the biggest smile on my face. My two-day pop up was a huge success and Omid should be home tomorrow. Not even the storm outside could dampen my mood.

  I have 50 Cent’s “I Get Money” blaring as I wiggle my hips. Another trip to the bank with Terrance today had me feeling like a boss. My merchant account even called me to make sure all the money coming in wasn’t unusual activity. They were about to freeze the account.

  The icing on the cake, my doctor’s appointment is tomorrow. I smile when I look to my phone on the kitchen countertop. Dada has been sending me pictures of little baby outfits.

  “Aw, this one is so sweet,” I coo to myself.

  I shoot her back a text and grab a glass of water to chug down. I’ve been so thirsty today. I blame all the excitement.

  I found myself a little dizzy once or twice at the pop up location. I even took a nap when I got home. So unlike me.

  My doorbell rings, causing me to jump. I scratch my messy ponytailed head. I’m not expecting anyone.

  Marica said she wanted to spend the night alone. I think she’s nervous about tomorrow. I didn’t push after the second time she mentioned wanting time to herself.

  My brothers usually call first and Patience’s husband doesn’t let her out after ten. I look at the clock. Oh, wow. I hadn’t noticed that it’s after midnight.

  Grabbing the throw from my couch, I tuck it around me. I’ve been in my panties and bra since I got home. I creep to the door to peek out first. When I see the figure outside my house, I gasp and tear it open.

  “Omid,” I squeal.

  He’s standing out in the rain, drenched but looks like a god. I’m frozen at the sight of him. He’s simply breathtaking.

  His hair is plastered to his forehead. Raindrops are sliding down his nose and hanging from his dark lashes. His dress shirt and slacks are clinging to his tight sculped body.

  Even his stance is drawing me in. His feet are set wide apart. His fists are clenched tight at his sides.

  I dart my tongue out to wet my lips as my nipples tighten in my bra. I don’t know if it’s just the sight of him or the time we’ve spent apart that has me reacting like this. Whatever it is, I lose all sense as I stand staring at him.

  “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he says as he takes me in.

  I take off the throw tucked around me to hand to him to step inside and get dry. A sound rumbles in his chest as he moves forward into the house swiftly and kicks the door closed behind him. Ignoring the offered throw, he lifts me onto his waist and shoves his hand in my ponytail.

  “I’ve missed you too,” I barely get the words out before he covers my lips with his.

  His mouth is hot and demanding. I moan into his kiss, melting into his strong arms. Something has changed. His kiss is still possessive. However, something else lies beneath the possession.

  I can’t put my finger on it right way. Alcohol flavors his breath. Maybe that what’s different. This new aura about him could just be from having a few drinks. After all I’m sober, unlike the last time he was intoxicated around me.

  “Don’t think,” he says against my lips. “I want you to just be here with me. Turn everything else off for tonight.”

  “Okay,” I nod as he looks me in the eyes for my submission.

  His lips turn up. I reach to run my thumb over his full lips, while he walks us to my bedroom. He drops me on the bed with a bounce and starts to peel his soaked clothing off. I move onto my knees to help, reaching for his belt.

  When his erection comes into view, I bite my lip and stare. I want him. I don’t just want him to get me off. It’s been selfish of me and I plan to fix that immediately. I lower and wrap my hands around him as he stumbles to kick off his shoes and jeans.

  “Divine,” he hisses when I wrap my lips around him.

  I smile and go to work. I lock eyes with him and the storm in his sends my heart pounding. I whimper when he grabs my ponytail and starts to thrust into my mouth.

  I make a gagging sound and he pulls out to give me room to breathe. The look he gives me dares me to give up as he thrusts back in. Again I gag and he pulls back, he’s still daring me with his gaze.

  I narrow my eyes at him, taking the challenge. I’ve never been a quitter. I tighten my grip and relax my throat, breathing out of my nose.

  “Fuck,” he growls before he starts to give me praise in a mix of Farsi and Turkish.

  His head falls back when I pull back and spit on the tip. I grin as I stroke him and he lowers his head to look back at me while I cover him with my mouth again. I said I don’t suck dick. Not that I don’t know how.

  My big sister used to give me and Marica lessons. Patience didn’t have three babies by sitting and looking pretty. My sister is a huge freak and she has no problem sharing her skills.

  I reach to massage his balls while he thrusts and guides my head. I go for the magic spot behind the balls right as I flick my tongue under the tip. His hand tightens in my hair.

  “Enough,” he says huskily. “I want to be inside you.”

  I wipe the spit from my mouth with the back of my hand. Omid grabs my face and seals his mouth to mine. I reach behind me to release my bra. My breasts feel extra heavy and sensitive as they bounce free.

  Still consuming my lips, he backs me onto the bed. I have no choice but to follow, he pulls one of my legs from beneath me as I wiggle the other free. He stops to kiss down my body, still keeping a firm grasp on my jaw.

  The sound of fabric tearing greets my ears as he rips my panties from my body. He licks at my folds but it’s much too fast, just a single lick. As if he changes his mind on the course he plans to take, he licks and kisses his way back up my body.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out when he sinks into me.

  He bares his teeth and a growl vibrates within him. I’m wet with the excitement and anticipation from sucking him. It’s making his s
trokes smooth and easy.

  “I need you,” he gasps like a man drowning.

  The look in his eyes is almost one of desperation. He still has a tight hold on my face as he pounds into me. I cup the back of his head trying to understand.

  I know he said not to think, but this is so intense. There’s so much at play. He takes my lips in a kiss that’s mixed with pleading, need, and something else.

  “I’m here,” I whisper when he frees my mouth and looks down at me—needing to say something, anything.

  He stares into my eyes for what seems like forever. He’s searching. For what? I don’t know. When he seems to find it, he nods and lifts my right leg, pinning it into my chest. He slows his thrusts and finds a pace that stirs something deep within.

  Not within my body. Within my soul. I cling to his back. Tears prick the backs of my eyes as I realize this is what making love feels like.

  The intensity in his eyes, the feel of him moving in and out of my body. Once again, he’s giving me something no one else ever has. I’m having an out of body experience as I watch us come together with such passion it threatens to ignite the room.

  “Sen her zaman benim oldun.”

  I bite my lip and nod. The tears start to slip. I want this. I want him.

  I’m still scared, but I can’t deny the words. Just maybe I have always been his. From the time he walked up to me in that bar and claimed me without question, I’ve been his.

  * * *

  Omid

  I should’ve gone to my own home after drinking with LaSalle and the twins. However, the more I sat there and revealed my true fears the more I knew the answer was here. She’s all I need.

  I need her to know how much I need her. No matter what the truth brings between us, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do better this time around. I’m older, wiser, I have what’s necessary to keep her safe.

  I groan as I push into her. Her tears are cutting through the cloud of emotions I’ve been driven by on the way to her. Emotions that run a wide range and had me twisted in knots. Anger, fear, love, frustration—the list goes on.

  I meant to come here and talk. When she opened the door and took off that blanket, talking went out the window. I release my hold on her leg and face and reach for her waist.

  Turning onto my back, I command, “Ride me,”

  She nods as the tears continue to spill from her pretty eyes. I claw up her back as she keeps the steady pace I’ve set. I lift and capture her lips, deepening the kiss as she starts to grind her hips into me.

  “That’s it. Give it all to me,” I whisper.

  She throws her head back. I kiss my way down her neck, collarbone, to the center of her full breasts. I make love to her soft skin with my lips.

  “Yes,” she moans. “You feel so good.”

  “Take all you want.”

  Dragging my hands up her back again, I glide my palms over her arms until I reach hers and lace our fingers together. I lift my eyes to watching her enjoy herself on my cock.

  “Omid,” she gasps when I start to thrust up into her.

  “Have all of me. I’m yours,” I say huskily.

  She shivers and I smile against her breast that I’m nuzzling. I kiss my way to her nipple and suck it into my mouth. The sound of her cries filling the room takes me to another place.

  The day I thought I’d lost her forever. The day I thought I’d never find her again. Something primal rises within.

  Here she is in my arms. I’ve suffered from not knowing if I’d ever get to have her like this. No matter what I’ll never be without her again. We’ll work through everything. I demand it.

  I flip her onto her back again, sliding a leg beneath her ass as I drive into her. Her cries get louder and she tightens her hold on my hands as I pin hers to the mattress above her head. I close my eyes and savor the feel of her gushing all over me, soaking the sheets beneath us.

  “Oh shit, baby,” she screams.

  Her words bring a smile to my face. I look down at her breasts bouncing and lick my lips. The shine of sweat that glistens from her brown skin is gorgeous.

  I lean into her ear. “Who’s pussy is this?”

  “Omid,” she pants. “Yours. Oh my God, it’s yours.”

  I lick from the base of her throat back to her ear. “It will always be mine. I and I alone possess the knowledge of how to make you come like this. Not even you will so much as touch yourself unless you have my permission. No one touches my pussy but me.”

  She’s going to come again. I dip my head to take her sweat covered, hardened peak in my mouth as I rock into her at just the right angle to give us both what we need. I bite down on her nipple as she releases. I’m roaring my own climax through my teeth as I come seconds later.

  My heart is pounding. As I draw in a breath reality sets in. We’ve made love. Divine is sober. This was a conscious decision, not made under the influence. I’m finally getting through.

  I kiss her temple. Her eyes are closed and her body lax. My woman has been satisfied.

  Spent, I slide my arms beneath her and roll onto my back. The alcohol beckons me to give my body rest. When her cute little snores reach my ears, I grin up at the ceiling.

  “I love you,” I murmur before I join her in sleep.

  Chapter 17

  Can’t Continue

  Divine

  I’m so nervous. I almost chickened out. Last night was so amazing. I get goose bump every time I think of Omid’s touch. There was something different going on between us.

  It was there this morning as he made me breakfast and proceeded to feed it to me. I didn’t know he could cook until I woke to the smell of cinnamon and coffee wafting through my house. As soon as I entered the kitchen he wrapped around me and kissed me passionately.

  “I’ve missed this,” he murmured against my lips.

  It was the perfect morning. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his arms but I had my appointment and to my surprise he planned to return to work today. I thought he’d take a few days to rest.

  I love his dedication to his work. It’s just one of the things I’m falling in love with. I’ve allowed myself to admit that—barely.

  “I’m glad you’re back,” I said against his lips as he stood at the door to leave.

  “We’ll have dinner tonight,” he replied.

  I was on the verge of telling him then that I’d changed my mind. I want to talk about our relationship and maybe put this all off for now. I was just that close.

  However, I want this baby. Once he was gone my home felt so alone again. More lonely than usual.

  I don’t know what the future holds for me with Omid. Our five weeks apart changed a lot. As I got ready this morning, once he had left, I thought about my priorities and where I want to be in five years.

  While I could see Omid in the picture. I could also see my time running out. I don’t want to lose out on having this opportunity.

  “You don’t have to do this,” Marica says beside me, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “I want this baby,” I say to her pleading with my eyes for her to understand.

  “What did Omid say about it?”

  My cheeks heat. We didn’t do much talking last night. This morning he seemed a bit distracted even as he showered me with affection. Honestly, I figured it might be because of my appointment today. I didn’t want to pour salt in the wound.

  “Ms. Favors. Dr. Nobi would like to see you,” I look at the nurse holding the door open, then back at Marica.

  I thought he’d call us in together to give us the pills or needles or whatever. I’m not sticking myself for the next eight to twelve days. I’m going with the pills. Marica opted for the injections.

  In any case, I thought we’d go in together. My nerves go through the roof. I swear I can hear every breath I take, every footstep I make. I gulp down, licking my suddenly dry lips.

  The walk to Dr. Nobi’s office takes two hours, when in reality it’s only a minute or so. I’m sw
eating everywhere. Yet chills start to run through me as well.

  “Hello, Divine,” Dr. Nobi says when I step into his office.

  I look between him and Omid. Omid’s eyes are fastened on me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. Not able to find my voice, I wave like a jerk and go to take a seat.

  I fall into the seat clumsily. My cheeks heat with embarrassment. I settle properly in the chair and drop my eyes into my lap.

  Omid moves to take the seat next to me. I wish I could say the gesture comforts me. Instead, my heart starts to pound more. The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s about to choke me.

  “Normally, Dr. V-Shah wouldn’t be here unless I needed to consult him. However, he overheard my medical assistant discussing the test you took this morning,” Dr. Nobi starts.

  My mind races to the blood work. I’ve never been reckless sexually. Omid is the first partner I’ve ever had unprotected sex with. Oh God, if I have some STD. I feel the tears coming. I’ve ruined my life.

  Oh my God. Does Omid have some shit he gave me?

  I can’t even look at him. I tighten my fists. If I have some shit and he knew he had some shit, I’m going to fuck this place up.

  “We’re not going to be able to start the treatments,” Dr. Nobi continues with a smile.

  Do they always give bad news with a smile? A single tear makes it through and I quickly swipe at it. Omid reaches for my hand but I snatch mine away.

  “Why not?” I choke out.

  “Because you’re already pregnant,” Omid says, pulling my eyes to him finally.

  “What?” The word comes out like a tiny puff of air.

  “You’re pregnant, Aşkım.”

  “How? It doesn’t work that fast. We had sex last night,” I blurt out before clamping my mouth shut.