Doctor Steamy
By Kristen Kelly
Book 3: Man in Uniform Series
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DOCTOR STEAMY
First edition. March 4, 2020.
Copyright © 2020 Kristen Kelly.
Written by Kristen Kelly.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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Doctor Steamy | By Kristen Kelly | Chapter 1 | Mattie
Two hours later
Chapter 2 | Steven
Chapter 3 | Steven
Chapter 4 | Mattie
Chapter 5 | Steven
Chapter 6 | Mattie
Chapter 7 | Steven
Chapter 8 | Mattie
Chapter 9 | Steven
The next day
Chapter 10 | Mattie
Chapter 11 | Steven
Chapter 12 | Mattie | Sunday
Chapter 13 | Steven
Chapter 14 | Steven
Chapter 15 | Steven
Chapter 16 | Mattie | One Week later
Chapter 17 | Steven
Chapter 18 | Steven
Chapter 19 | Mattie
Chapter 20 | Steven
Chapter 21 | Mattie
Chapter 22 | Steven
Epilogue | Mattie | Four Years later | April 25th and 26th 2021 | Mattie
The Wedding
The End
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CHAPTER 1 | Patrick
CHAPTER 2 | Patrick
CHAPTER 3 | Delila
CHAPTER 4 | Delila
CHAPTER 5 | Patrick
CHAPTER 6 | Delila
CHAPTER 7 | Delila
CHAPTER 8 | Patrick
CHAPTER 9 | Patrick
CHAPTER 10 | Delila
CHAPTER 11 | Patrick
CHAPTER 12 | Delila
CHAPTER 13 | Patrick
CHAPTER 14 | Delila
CHAPTER 15 | Delila
CHAPTER 16 | Patrick
CHAPTER 17 | Delila
CHAPTER 18 | Patrick
CHAPTER 19 | Delila
CHAPTER 20 | Patrick
Epilogue | March 18th two years later
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Doctor Steamy
By Kristen Kelly
Chapter 1
Mattie
THERE NOW CAME A DAY of complete nuttiness that even the smartest woman on the planet wouldn’t be able to see past the sad solitary existence that was my life. It didn’t matter that I volunteered more hours than Gandhi. That I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by lovely diversified and yes, grateful people every day of my life. Grateful for my passion at the shelter I worked in.
Grateful for the hope I gave them.
Grateful for me.
It didn’t matter that I had this huge enigmatic family that loved me to bits. Didn’t matter that I had a stellar education. Was born into a world of possibilities.
I still felt alone. Utterly and totally alone.
Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone, it has to be created. A quote from a book I once read. Did that mean I needed to create my own romance? Wasn’t that what porn was for? Okay, maybe not, but it helped.
Right now, I wanted to be touched. It had been far too long since I’d had sex, plus I’d just been turned down by the fourth guy in the online dating site today. Was my photo that disgusting? Maybe. No! Who the hell knows?
I felt rejected and today being Valentine’s day didn’t help. I wanted to feel better. Tonight!
“Life sucks being alone on Valentine’s day,” I said.
“Yup, it does.”
I was in Kyle’s kitchen and he was baking my favorite cookies, making me think I wasn’t so alone after all. We had each other.
“So, how’s it going with Kathy?” I pretended I didn’t know everything about their breakup, although it was posted all over Facebook.
“Daisy,” he corrected. “And it’s not. We broke up.” Holding a pan of cookies, he set it on a rack.
Ok, so I didn’t know everything about her. Like her name.
“Oh. Hence all the cookie baking, huh?”
“Cooking for my best girl,” Kyle said with a wink.
“Liar.”
“Okay, you don’t have to eat any.”
“Like hell I won’t.” I grabbed a cookie off the cookie sheet and stuffed it in my mouth. Rich chocolaty goodness caressed my tongue.“Wow. You outdid yourself, Kyle. These are better than sex.” I laughed. “Okay, not really.”
Kyle grinned. Shaking his head at me, he shut the oven door. He always cooked when he was sad. His loss was my gain. Right around the middle unfortunately.
“I didn’t like her anyway,” I said leaning forward. “But I’m sorry, Kyle. Really I am.” I placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
“Me too.” He opened the oven door and a whoosh of heat escaped into the air. I stepped back.
I can’t say I was sad to hear about it—she so wasn’t right for Kyle—but he’d had so few girlfriends. I was glad to have my best friend back. Selfish I knew but there it was.
I hadn’t had that many beaus myself. I wasn’t a beauty with hair that resembled spun silk like my sisters. The locks they owned came straight out of fairy tales. Rumpelstiltskin or Rapunzel perhaps. My own blonde hair refused to bend into any type of curl—it just hung there like icicles on a Christmas tree in March, and my eyes were too small for my impish freckled face.
Still, I knew my dream man was out there somewhere. He didn’t have to be handsome, just easy on the eyes but he did need to be educated or Mama would make my life miserable. And hot! Like a freaking locomotive when it came to the bedroom. He’d need to trace my skin with magical fingers then, and only then he needed stamina. No going off like a firecracker like my last boyfriend. I yearned for him to fuck me like a freaking racehorse. The image of this happening blew my mind for a second. “Wow.” I could see the fantasy unfolding in my head as I sipped red wine muttering to myself. Taking a handful of cookies, I plopped down in a chair.
Kyle frowned. “What was that?”
“Um... I said... Now?”
“Yeah, now. No, next Tuesday. What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you listening to me?”
“Sorry. I was in my head.”
“Well, get out of it.” He took off the apron he was wearing and hung it on a hook.
“So what were you saying? Exactly.”
I asked you to stay with me tonight,” Kyle repeated, giving me those puppy dog eyes that always melted my heart.
Was he capitalizing on that fact that I knew he was hurting?
“Sure. I got nowhere to go.” I didn’t want to be alone tonight either which was the reason for all the wine in my system. It was freaking Valentine’s day. I refused to cry in my beer. Um...wine.
“Okay. You’re alone. I’m alone. Let’s be alone together.” He slipped an arm around my waist. He led me to the couch. “Sit. We’ll watch Friends.”
“How pathetic.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Ya know this would have been my first Valentine’s day with a girlfriend.”
“Life sucks.” He grabbed a few cookies and dropped them in his pocket.
“Sure does but hey...I’m glad you’re here with me,” he added brightly.
“Me too.”
Grabbing a blanket off a nearby chair, Kyle threw it over us both. He flipped on the television and we snuggled on the couch. “Thank you for not making me be alone on Valentine’s day.” He kissed me on the cheek. I leaned my head upon his shoulder.
“Well, it’s her loss, Kyle. You’re a great guy and if she can’t see that she’s not worth it.”
“I keep telling myself that but...I really liked her, ya know. Not in the happily ever after kind of way but still...It sucks to be thrown to the curb like an old shoe. And after only two weeks!”
“You’re not an old shoe.”
“Feel like one.”
“I know.”
“And I’m alone. Again.” Stretching his long legs out on top of the coffee table, he let out a long sigh. “Something wrong with me, Mattie?” He took a cookie out of his pocket and shoved it in his mouth.
I didn’t make eye contact. Something had been off with literally every girl he’d been with. I perceived how detached he appeared with whomever he was dating. No display of emotion whatsoever and from what I detected, they barely talked to one another. It was like he was just going through the motions. I didn’t get it. Not at all. Why couldn’t he talk to women as easily as he did to me? They weren’t me, I guess. Was that a sign of something more? Had I missed the memo?
“At least you have Smooch.”
“And you.” Kyle took my hand in his. Warm and comforting, it felt good to be close to someone.
A soft bark behind us.
“He wants a cookie.”
“Dogs should not eat chocolate,” I warned. Glancing over my shoulder, the large Great Dane just stood there with the most sorrowful expression. Echoing my own, I thought. “Hey boy.” He smelled of sunshine and sausages, his massive head resting on the back of the couch. “I wouldn’t exactly say you’re alone, Kyle.” I reached behind and scratched the dog’s head.
“He is a good dog,” Kyle admitted.
“The best.”
I’d always wanted a dog. I could have one if I wanted but my apartment was too small for any respectable type of canine and I wasn’t the type of woman to carry one around in my purse. If I couldn’t have a husky or maybe a St. Bernard, I didn’t want a dog at all. But this wasn’t about a dog. Or the prospect of having a dog which suddenly didn’t seem like as big a decision as I’d always envisioned. This was about Kyle and me. Both of us were single. Both of us were alone. Both of us hurting and hopeless.
Kyle slid a hand between my legs, stroking me through my jeans. Because of how mellow I was right now and more than a little shocked, I let him to see how far he would go.
“There’s no one else here but us, Mattie. Can you tell me why two friends who love each other to death, wouldn’t want to comfort each other on Valentine’s day?”
“I... Um, what do you mean, Kyle?”
I knew exactly what he meant, because I’d been thinking that exact same thing since I walked inside the door an hour ago.
I leaned toward him. His hand slid beneath my shirt. My breath hitched and all sorts of warning bells were going off inside my brain. Dang, he smelled good too! Why the hell did he have to smell so good?
It will ruin your friendship. And you can’t go back if you do this. Ever!
“Will you stay the night with me, Mattie? Please.”
No, no, no.
“I...”
This wasn’t fair. The wine. The fact that I was horny. My brain was firing blanks. Probably ovulating too although I’d no idea where I was on the freaking baby monitor. It had been so long since I’d had sex; there were probably cobwebs down there. I’d stopped paying attention to calendars and menstrual cycles months ago.
“I need to know not everyone I’m with despises me, Mattie. I need to know I’m not an old shoe.”
That part made me laugh.
“It’s not funny,” he said, sounding offended.
“I know it’s not. Yeah, sure I can stay the night. If you want.”
I’d never been able to resist anything Kyle asked of me. Not cheating on our homework in sixth grade. Not skipping school in ninth grade so that we could sneak into a football game. Nothing. Not that we were in love or anything but he had this lost puppy-dog quality to him. It broke my heart when his family died in a car accident one summer. My parents took him in. The lost lonely boy. Also my best friend. As long as I can remember, Kyle was always here for me and me for him. I loved him. Why shouldn’t we be lovers too?
“Come on, Mattie. Say yes.” He said this haphazardly while flipping channels with the remote control and swore when he passed one he wanted.
Way to make a girl feel irresistible, Kyle.
It wouldn’t be the first time we’d fooled around. Once we’d mixed up compassion for romance back in high school. It was just harmless petting, but we knew it was a mistake. Or I did anyway. But tonight. Tonight I had raging hormones, a bottle-and-a-half of wine in my belly, and absolutely no strength to resist him.
Our hands still clasped together, I swung a leg over Kyle’s, something we’d always done as kids, only this time my thigh brushed a bulge inside his trousers. I tried to ignore the faint groan of arousal coming from my best friend. As if all these feelings we both were having would somehow disappear, I ignored it.
“If we do this....If I do this, it has to be a one-time thing, okay? It can never happen a second time, Kyle.”
He turned to stare at me, took off his glasses, and placed them on the table. There were dark circles under his eyes and his nails were bitten to the quick. My heart just about melted. I couldn’t make sense of it because he barely knew this girl. The last time I saw him this broken was when his parents died. He’d only been twelve then. To this day, I can still hear him sobbing in the night.
His hand stilled between my legs but I still felt the heat of it through my jeans. My heart sped up.
“You don’t have anywhere you have to be, right? I mean, you aren’t working or anything.”
“I...No. Nowhere I need to be,” I lied. I’d planned on stopping at the shelter I volunteered at on my way home but got sidetracked when I noticed that Facebook post.
Kyle stroked my hand with his thumb. He really did smell great due to the cologne he’d picked out—musk with a hint of sandalwood. He’d tried so hard, had candy in a heart-shaped box and everything. I gritted my teeth. What kind of a person breaks up with a guy on Valentine’s day anyway?
“Can you believe she said I was a lousy lover?” he blurted out. The hand roamed higher up my arm until it rested just below my breast. It simply waited there like a bandit right outside my door. My mouth ran dry and I didn’t know what to say.
“I know how to please a woman, Mattie. I do.”
Uncomfortable with this conversation, I sipped my wine. Why did we have to talk about it? If we were going to fuck, then I wanted to fuck and be done with it.
“Tell me, Mattie. Was it good when we were together?”
“We never...”
“No but almost. Just tell me. Do you remember how you felt when I touched you?”
“Kyle, we were kids. Everything feels good when you’re fifteen.”
“So you admit it. I’m not a lousy lover. Or does that even count? Never mind. I�
��ll form my own conclusions.” He nuzzled at my neck.
“She says this does nothing for her by the way.”
Little tingles traveled up and down my scalp, skittered across my skin and then settled in my pubic region.
So wrong on every level.
“Kyle, we shouldn’t...” The words were weak and I wasn’t even sure I meant them.
He stopped to gaze at me with hungry eyes. “Why not?”
“I...It’s not right.”
“Says who?”
I didn’t answer. My body was on fire and as much as I wanted to push him away I couldn’t make myself do it. I also hadn’t removed his hand from my leg.
He grinned. “Look at you. All hot and bothered.”
“Am not!”
“Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes.”
“What?”
“They’re dark. You’re aroused. Admit it.”
I let out a huff. Slightly appalled by my body’s reactions to his touch, I shut my eyes, trying to fantasize about someone else. A movie star. The last porno clip I watched was on the internet. Anyone besides Kyle. I wanted him so much but I shouldn’t, should I? This is Kyle. Freaking Kyle!
“Open your eyes, Mattie.”
“Good girl. I need to see the heat inside them.”
It wasn’t just heat he was seeing, but arousal so carnal and raw, I didn’t know what to do with it. Maybe it was the wine or the fact I’d not had sex in at least a year.
His mouth came down on mine. It was a sweet kiss. A soft moist kiss. And then bam! It was like he didn’t want to kiss me anymore. He sat there for several seconds studying me with the strangest of expressions. Sadness? Remorse? Or was he trying to prove something?
“Kyle...?”
“Yeah.”
“You alright?”
“Of course, why?”
Then it was like nothing ever happened and I wondered if he were just taking a breather. He picked up the remote and turned off the TV.
I was practically in his lap while he nipped, bit and tickled my neck. Strong fingers crawled inside my shirt. Arching my back, I pushed a breast into his hand. “I want this to be good for you,” he growled. “It would be easier if you tell me what you like.”
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