Doctor Steamy

by Kristen Kelly

  Small Kyle tugged at my dress. “Mommy.... Mommy I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “Oh crap.”

  “You said a bad word, Mommy.”

  “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” I slapped a hand over my mouth laughing and glanced over the heads of everyone around me until I spotted my Maid of Honor, Samantha. “Sam, can you...?”

  “I’m on it, Mattie. No problem.” Samantha looked stunning in the sage green dress she’d picked out. It went perfect with her strawberry blonde hair.

  “Kyle, go with Auntie Samantha, sweetie. She’ll take you to the bathroom.”

  “Carry me,” he begged, gazing up with his big blue eyes. He slumped down in a heap.

  Samantha hiked up her dress, ready to crouch down.

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned. “No, Kyle. Auntie cannot carry you. You are far too heavy for her.” Gently, I tugged him to his feet.

  “He’s so tired,” I explained to Samantha. “I couldn’t get him to sleep until midnight and then of course we were up at six.”

  “Why couldn’t he sleep?”

  “He was too excited about today and seeing all his cousins.”

  Samantha bent to Kyle’s level. “I get it. Being an only child, kinda sucks sometimes, huh buddy? I know. I’m an only child too.”

  Kyle stuck out his bottom lip. He tried to drop on the floor again but I gripped his hand tight.

  “I’ll take him,” Sam said, reaching for my son’s hand. “Come on, Kyle. Let’s go to the bathroom. How about I give you a piggyback ride?”

  “Yay!”

  She turned her back to him and sat on a folding chair. “Climb on, buddy.” She hoisted him up and then stood. Then they bounced away toward the bathroom while light classical music began to play in the background.

  Where the hell is Big Kyle?

  Readying myself, I tugged at the waistband of my dress, feeling like my slip was slipping then laughed at the pun inside my head. Then the jingling of a dog collar made me turn around. “Who...?”

  “Hey, beautiful,” chirped Big Kyle coming in the double doors. He shook the raindrops out of his coat and so did Smooch. Water droplets splattered all over my dress.

  “Oh sorry.”

  “Kyle, where have you been?”

  “Getting wet.”

  I handed him a towel. After sliding it over the back of his head and then rubbing vigorously, he rubbed the dog down too. “There you go boy. Good as new.”

  “I’m so glad you’re here. Mama was beginning to worry. You okay?”

  “Yeah, was just a case of indigestion.” He patted his throat for effect. “Where’s...?”

  “Prior engagement.”

  Sure. More like another one bites the dust, I thought sadly.

  “Sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too. Hey,” he said, turning the mood up a notch. “There was an accident on Five and Twenty. Tractor trailer tipped over. Chickens everywhere!” He laughed. “You should have seen ole Smoochie here with his face pressed to the window.” He let out a whistle. “The music is playing. Is that for...? Oh shit. I’m late. You look gorgeous, by the way.”

  “Thanks. You look pretty swell yourself.”

  “Swell?” He let out a chuckle.

  “One of Steven’s grandmother’s sayings. I guess she’s rubbing off on me.”

  “She sounds great. I want to meet her sometime. Maybe she can give me some advice.”

  “You will. She’s moving in with us.”

  “Cool!”

  I bent down tucking my skirts between my legs so I could pet Smooch without getting any water on my dress. It still felt like my slip was dragging but I couldn’t be sure. “Hey boy.” I ruffled the Great Dane’s large head and his tail thumped up and down. Peering up at Kyle, I said, “He looks awesome. I love the big purple bow on his collar.”

  “Doesn’t he though?”

  “That was li’l Kyle’s idea.”

  “I’m not surprised.”

  He glanced at his watch. “You nervous?”

  “Nope.”

  I hooked my arm inside his just as my son returned with Samantha. “Smooch!”

  “Kyle, no! He’s all...”

  Lunging at the big hairy dog, Kyle wrapped his arms around the dog’s neck and squeezed.

  “Wet,” I finished. “Awe, Smoochie is kissing him.”

  “A little too much,” Big Kyle said. “Smooch heel!”

  “And he heeled,” I said, clearly impressed. “When did you teach him that one?”

  “Oh, where have you been, Matilda? Oh, that’s right. Obsessing over this wedding. I told you we were taking obedience classes. Haven’t we, ole pal?”

  “Obedience school? How wonderful.”

  “Yup, he can sit, shake hands, stop, and...” He burst out laughing. “Sometimes he even pees on cue.”

  “No way.”

  “Yup. Pretty funny when we’re walking past Mrs. Roswell’s rose garden and you know she’s always out there pruning the darn things.”

  “Bet she doesn’t like that. How do you...? I mean he doesn’t....”

  I can’t say the word out loud, he mouthed. With a hand to the side of his face, he whispered the two code words in my ear. He was right, spoken fast one sounded exactly like the other. Especially to a dog. Or so it seemed.

  “You’re joking, right?”

  “Nope.”

  I laughed. “Just don’t say it in the chapel,” I said. “If he waters one of my uncles legs, I’m toast.”

  “Don’t worry. You ready?”

  “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  It was then that the organist started playing my favorite song, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. “Oh my God, it’s happening.” My eyes misted over. Christina’s voice was like an angel’s, soft and love-filled. The piano and cello in the beginning, made it the perfect processional music. I hoped my makeup didn’t run because right at this moment I didn’t know if I could hold back the tears. You can do this, I told myself. All the lights in the room dimmed and a million different candles lit up the chapel. A collective gasp rang from our guests. It was at that moment I knew I’d made the right decision in deciding not to elope. Also placing Mama in charge, not that I had any choice in the matter. I couldn’t have picked a more romantic way to walk down the aisle if I’d planned it myself.

  “That’s our cue, girls” said Mama all dressed in blue. After several of my female cousins, in floor-length lavender and lace strolled down the aisle, Mama and the flower girl linked hands. I couldn’t help laughing when halfway down the aisle, Rachel stopped, peered behind her, and frowned at all the flower petals on the carpet. She pulled her hand free and ran back. Then she started picking up flower petals up one-by-one and placing them back in her basket. Somehow Mama convinced her it was acceptable to leave the flowers littered all over the floor and the two of them proceeded to the end of the aisle.

  “You and Smooch are next,” Big Kyle said to my son who was busy stretching at the dog’s lips to see inside his mouth.

  “Kyle, dogs don’t like that.”

  “He actually doesn’t mind,” said Big Kyle.

  “Does he seem a little restless to you?”.

  “The dog? He’ll be okay. Won’t you, boy?” He ruffled the damp fur on top of Smooch’s head. Then did the same to my son’s. I laughed.

  “Just hold onto his leash like this.” Kyle demonstrated then placed my son’s hand on the leash. “And don’t let go. Can you do that, Kyle?”

  “Uh huh.” When the dog lifted his head, he was nearly a foot taller than my son. I was surprised Kyle hadn’t tried to ride him like a pony yet. Escorted by a brindle-colored Great Dane, Small Kyle walked through the chapel doors and down the aisle. Or was that the other way around?

  At first everything was fine, then Smooch decided he wanted to smell all the guests in the pews. He got fixated on my Auntie Millie for some reason. Maybe it was the feathers in her hat. Maybe they reminded him of the chickens he’d seen earlier. W
hatever it was, Aunt Millie was getting a bit perturbed by this big dog sniffing at her skirts. She swatted his nose, her eyes wildly searching for someone to help her, acting as if she expected him to take a bite out of her at any moment. Narrowing my eyes, I focused on movement to her left. Was that..? Yes, it was. Something was moving. A small face popped out of a bag she had on the bench. A cat!

  Doctor Carver was seated behind her. He tried to push Smooch away. “Git. Git away, you stupid animal.”

  “Pull on him,” a voice said.

  Kyle yanked on Smooch’s leash, but Smooch wasn’t moving. Of course he was just a small boy and Smooch was strong.

  “You terrible, terrible creature,” I heard Aunt Millie shout. “Whatever made her think to bring a dog into a synagogue?”

  It’s a chapel. A Christian chapel.

  The cat poked its head out further, then one paw and then another. Smooch went on point.

  He’s a hunting dog. Who knew?

  “Does anyone know how to get this dog to move?” someone yelled.

  I gazed at Big Kyle, panicked.

  “Give them a minute,” Kyle said.

  Finally, my brother, John ambled over to where Aunt Millie was seated.

  Phew!

  “Sit. Dog sit!”

  Oh no!

  Smooch lifted his leg and...

  “Oh God. I can’t watch.” Mortified, I covered my eyes.

  Everyone in the chapel was shouting and laughing. All except Aunt Millie.

  A few minutes later I heard, “Open your eyes, Mattie. Aunt Millie is okay. A little miffed but okay.”

  I peered into the chapel. “What happened?”

  “Let’s just say she got out of the way of fire just in the nick of time.” Kyle said with my son in his arms and the leash in his other hand. “Sorry, Mattie. I thought he could do it.”

  “It’s not your fault, Kyle.”

  “It is.”

  My heart squeezed as tears ran down my son’s chubby cheeks. “Smoochie bad dog.”

  “No,” I said. “He just gets his signals mixed up.”

  “I wanted to be in your wedding, Mommy,” Kyle complained. “And now Smoochie ruined it.” He pronounced ruined, woo-ind.

  “That’s okay, little man. Grammy is walking with Rachel. How about you and Uncle Kyle walk me in?”

  “Okay.” His face beamed.

  “You have to admit, it was pretty funny,” Big Kyle said.

  I giggled. “Maybe a little. Besides, it serves her right for bringing a cat to my wedding. What in the world was she thinking?”

  “Damn straight,” Kyle agreed.

  “Kiss for good luck, baby?” I crouched down and kissed my son.

  Then, after kissing me on both cheeks, Big Kyle lifted the veil covering my face.

  I hitched up my skirts—by now I was convinced it was indeed slipping—and my song began all over again from the beginning. Linking arms with my best friend, I clutched my little boy’s hand in the other. “Here we go, boys.”

  We made it to the altar without mishap. I smiled with happiness as both Steven’s parents drifted down the aisle by Steven’s side as if they were Jewish parents. They’d made such an effort to blend, which both thrilled and confused me, but this was no time to try and figure out if they were being sincere or had ulterior motives. No. For now, I would take it for what it was worth. Two very stubborn people wanting to give their only son a great wedding.

  The minister welcomed everyone in the room, told a little history of how he met Steven and I, and then introduced Rabbi Abraham who placed prayer shawls on Steven and mine shoulders.

  We’d gotten through with most of the Jewish ceremony when Steven said, “Oh, I have something.” He reached into his pocket, retrieving a piece of paper with something written upon it. He handed it to the minister. “Can you read this?”

  The minister frowned. “Um, are you certain, Steven?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  Steven and I studied each other, perplexed.

  “Certainly I can read it,” said the minister, easing my mind slightly.

  Why on earth wouldn’t he want to read a simple scripture?

  When he got to the part, “For you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband,” there were more than a few strange stares and a few snickers. Then somebody laughed. Then the whole room was roaring. Steven and I got into the screaming giggles too.

  I hadn’t noticed until now, that little Kyle had made his way up to the altar and curled up on an extra prayer shawl, fast asleep. I motioned to Big Kyle. He scooped him up in his arms like he was nothing. He sat with him on his lap, the dog now obediently at his side. Go figure.

  After we were able to compose ourselves, the minister apologized and said he likely had read the wrong scripture. We didn’t care. All I cared about was this wonderful man beside me. This brilliant doctor who loved me and my crazy family.

  When it was finally time to exit the church, my uncle’s cell phone went off and we heard, you have finally reached your destination.

  More laughter. More people doubled over in hysterics. I almost peed my silk panties this time.

  As Steven and I strolled down the aisle arm in arm, my slip finally fell to my ankles. I stepped out of it, and handed it to Samantha who was now blue in the face from laughing so hard.

  I was right. Nothing was going to ruin the brilliant future Steven and I had to look forward to from this day on.

  And my family? They were obviously coming along for the ride.

  The End

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  CHAPTER 1

  Patrick

  I was a selfish egotistical prick.

  I was supposed to protect her. Protect her from the world. From me if need be.

  I couldn’t.

  I thought I could resist her.

  Those charms she’d been putting on me for weeks.

  But I was wrong.

  I was weak.

  Because all I wanted to do right now was fuck that pretty little ass of hers. And the bonus? Break free of the icy cold that had numbed me all damn day.

  The one that ended with three dead teenagers.

  Even though I was a cop, it never got easier but today was especially hard, my emotions heightened.

  I need a release.

  I needed her.

  What she was offering...

  Only she had the power to erase that grim scene from my mind.

  Erase the blood.

  Forget the broken St. Christopher’s medal lying on the pavement.

  Forget the book on the pavement, pages flipping in the wind.

  Forget it all.

  Just be here.

  With her.

  I was only human, right? And I needed her. But could she be a virgin?

  I didn’t know and didn’t care.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking,” I said, pushing my erection so close I’d probably made indents in her thighs.

  This was wrong. I knew that. What kind of a cop takes advantage of a hot young thing in the back room of a pub?

  Again, I didn’t care about morals right now.

  I gave her a cocky grin, hoping she didn’t recoil at the whiskey on my breath, praying she wouldn’t change her mind. My head felt likely to explode. So did my cock.

  This wasn’t me. I didn’t screw every woman who rubbed her tits up against me. And there had been plenty. I was a police officer. Not some sexed-up, pimple-faced teenager looking for a quick lay. I could say she had bewitched me, had me under her spell, but who would believe such a thing?

  “Take me,” she whispered once more, as if
I hadn’t heard her the first time. My cock strained against the uniform, begging for attention.

  “We shouldn’t,” I heard myself saying, but then she slid her tongue down the side of my throat, and laughed. “Like hell we shouldn’t.” She was giggling too much now and I loved the way the bubbles rolled off her tongue. It made me hot and a little angry. After the day I’d had, I had to be rough.

  She was gorgeous too. Her voice soft, like spring rain. Her hair, baby-fine. Eyes blue as a summer’s day with tits I yearned to mold and stretch. I wanted to crawl inside that hot eager body. Never come back out.

  I pressed my lips to hers, letting my tongue do all the exploring it wanted to and then some. God help me, she tasted like the best kind of sin. Smooth like innocence. Edgy like the wrapper around the best kind of chocolate.

  Fuck, if I didn’t taste her soon, I was a dead man!

  I couldn’t help myself. “Mmmm,” I said as I leaned back to look at her. The heat in her eyes echoed my own, making me rock hard, balls full. Still, I knew I should go slow.

  I didn’t want to.

  I leaned into her, felt my cock push against the zipper, slid a hand beneath her blouse, began blazing a trail up and down her silky skin. I tweaked one taunt nipple and the squeal she let loose made me salivate like crazy.

  I forced myself to look at her closely, examine those beautiful eyes for indecision. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to do what I really wanted to do. Be inside her within five seconds fast. I took a deep breath. “Baby, I’m trying to be a gentleman here but you’re not making it easy.”

  “Oh?” Her eyes widened, looking down her lashes at me. “If I wanted a gentleman, I wouldn’t have asked you back here.”

  “Dammit, Delila, You’re just a kid.”

  She cocked her head with a faint smile, took my hand and placed it on one breast. “You sure about that?”

  I growled. “Like I said, you don’t know what you’re asking. I’ve had a shitty ass day, sweetheart and I’ve been drinking. I don’t know if I can...”