Doctor Steamy

by Kristen Kelly

  I pressed on her collarbone, using my thumbs to hopefully undo her stress. “Listen, sweetheart, if I done anything to make you upset I....”

  “No. No, you haven’t done anything.”

  I took a deep breath. “You don’t know how much that means to me, Delila. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

  “Mmmm.” She tipped her head back and I took the opportunity to plant a kiss on her forehead. I wanted to do much more but I was waiting for the green light.

  “Patrick...”

  “Aye.”

  “I’m sorry for acting like a bitch. You’ve been nothing but sweet to me.”

  “You have nothing to apologize for. I know you’re tired. I know what it’s like to work hard. I’m a cop. Remember?”

  She jumped off the barstool, turned around, and for the first time in days gave me the biggest widest smile I could ever hope for. Then she buried her head in my chest, our arms wrapped around each other. “I remember. I remember a lot of things.

  “Oh do you, now?” I tipped her head up to me.

  “Uh huh.” Her gaze flitted to the back room then back at me. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

  I slid a finger down the side of her cheek and said, “Want to go to my place? I think you need a little relaxation.”

  “Um...”

  “Or we could go to yours.”

  “No. Your place is much nicer.”

  THE MINUTE WE GOT INSIDE my apartment she ravished me with kisses while at the same time pulling my uniform out of my tucked trousers and unbuckling my belt with record speed. I kissed her back and did the same. Before we knew it, the two of us were standing there in our birthday suits, laughing and breathless as we stared at each other’s bodies.

  “Looks like someone is happy to see me,” she said, reaching for what lay between my legs.

  “Fuck! Don’t do that. It’s been bottled up for two weeks. Who knows how firm the cap is on this powder keg.”

  She giggled. “Firm? Yeah, but powder keg?”

  “Yup. Ka Boom!” I waved my aroused cock and she fell on the bed, clutching at her heart and pretending to be shot. We both laughed so hard tears came out of our eyes.

  “Where have you been all my life, Delila?” I smoothed the hair out of her face and stared into those gorgeous sapphire blue eyes of hers.

  She sat back up on her knees. “Come here. Show me that loaded weapon.” A little glean filled her eyes and she motioned me toward her.

  “I have been sooo wet for you,” she said. “Feel.” She took my hand and placed it between her legs. I tickled her pubic hair. She pulled me on top of her and we fell heavily upon the bed. Then, pulling me close, she flipped the two of us over so that she was on top. I had to chuckle at her boldness because if I wanted to, I could have thrown her across the room without breaking a sweat, but this was fun.

  “I’m the one in charge now,” she said holding my arms down while her tits bounced before my face.

  “Something on your mind?”

  “Uh huh. There’s something I’ve been curious about ever since you walked into McGuire’s,” she said cupping my scrotum.“Damn, those things are impressive.”

  “Thanks. I got the pair because one wasn’t enough.”

  “Smart ass.”

  Damn, she was sexy. Her breasts stood proud upon her chest, the nipples ripe and hot. When I sucked one into my mouth her breathing grew erratic.

  She wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled.

  Once.

  Twice.

  “Delila, don’t...I’ll..”

  “Don’t worry. I won’t,” she whispered. “I have other plans for you.”

  “You’re pretty cocky for a virgin,” I said.

  “Ex virgin. Besides, doesn’t mean I haven’t had a hell of a long time using my imagination.”

  I breathed in her sweet scent as worshipped her breasts with my tongue, my lips. Everything but...

  I wanted to bite them in the worst way. I’d come close in the bar, but never used my teeth. Still stroking her clit while I sucked those perky tits, she threw her head back and moaned. I’d forgotten how exciting those noises were and my cock stretched further.

  For three seconds, my mind strayed while I listened to the female sound of ecstasy. Whatever was bothering Delila, seemed to be in her past. I wasn’t naïve enough to think it had disappeared completely though. Nor did I think it was simply a case of fatigue making her on edge. I knew enough from my psychology courses in med. school, that whatever it was, would raise its unruly head one day. I knew it wasn’t healthy for her to keep that all inside, but who was I to force someone into dealing with a painful situation?

  Still, right now we were good.

  More than good.

  So good my head was spinning.

  I added another finger, strumming her faster. Harder. Loving how she slipped along my fingers.

  “Yes. Yes. Oh Patrick...” She shuddered with her release.

  What would it be like to wake up to this every morning? To have the kind of happiness that I had once upon a time with someone? And I wondered about kids. A lot.

  Probably that wasn’t fair, because Delly and I never had that conversation. It was probably too early in our relationship. Hell, she was still in college. I didn’t even know if she wanted kids, what with her sister’s always underfoot.

  “Mmmm, that was nice,” she said with a shit-eaten grin. Her hair was impossibly ruffled, her face flushed. “Now you’re turn.”

  “Yeah? Who says?”

  She threw a pillow at me. “Are you saying you don’t want me now?”

  “Like hell I am.” I grabbed a couple of pillows, piled them one on top of the other and said, “lay your chest on the pillows and spread ‘em, sweet thing.”

  “What? No, I was going to...”

  “Now, Delila,” I boomed in my best police officer voice. “Or maybe you’d rather suffer the consequences.”

  “Ooh, getting rough and dirty with me. I like it.”

  She turned her back to me and bent over, tipping that perfectly tight ass in the air. Then she, hugged the two pillows.

  “Now that’s what I call a blue light special.”

  She swiveled her head around. “A...what?”

  “Blue light special. That’s what we all it when we pull someone over for speeding.”

  “Cute.”

  “Now, down in front.” I patted her backside, but that was the only gentlemanly gesture I had in me.

  I positioned my cock before that warm wet pussy and plunged full-speed ahead, making her take every inch of me in a single hot burning thrust.

  Hands on her hips, I started to move. She made a little mewling sound and I paused for just long enough to ask, “You okay?”

  “Mmmm.”

  I grunted like an animal, loving the sensation throughout my body, the rising pressure in my cock, my balls pulled tight.

  The nerves inside my skin shouted all at once.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  Delila gasped. The angle. I knew it was tight and she still wasn’t sufficiently stretched.

  I couldn’t help myself. It was impossible to go slow. She smelled and felt like sunbeams and mountains. Crystal clear rivers and new summer rain. Like the best kind of steak after eating sandwiches for a week.

  I pressed the pads of my fingers into her hips to keep us connected.

  “You’re so fucking tight, Delila.” And I was hard. So hard it almost hurt. I quickened my pace, my orgasm rising. “You okay?” I managed to croak out without breaking my rhythm.

  “Yes. Wait. No. No, Patrick stop. Please.” It was too late, and I wasn’t even sure about what she was saying. I was close. So close, I could taste it. Not a single thought registered in my brain except getting the job done. It took all of two minutes.

  As I pulled my dick out, Delila turned around and glared at me. “I...I told you to stop.”

  “Oh. You did? Why?”


  She jumped off the bed in a tizzy, snapping her clothes off the chair and pulling them on with a vengeance I’d never seen in her before.

  “Tell me, Delila. Tell me what I did. I thought you wanted...this.”

  “Not like that, I didn’t.”

  I scrubbed a hand over the back of my head, confused. “Not like what?”

  Tears filled her eyes and she pulled on her panties. “Bare, you asshole. Completely bare.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t have birth control, you jerk.”

  Now the tears were streaming down her face.

  “No birth control? But you said...”

  “I know what I said, but it’s gone now. No more IUD. I... I should have told you but...”

  “Damn right you should have told me.” I couldn’t help the anger in my voice. I’d been in this exact situation before. Women who knew about my money and played at forgetting their birth control. They either wanted to blackmail me for abortion money, or get me to marry them. I knew Delila wasn’t like that, but old wounds die hard.

  “So when were you going to tell me? After you got pregnant? Were you trying to trick me all this time? Playing some kind of sick game here?”

  “What? No! Why would you think that?” She moved further away, and stood before the window looking out.

  “Seems to me you had no reason to take out that IUD. Wanna tell me why you did?”

  “That’s my business,” she spat.

  “Really? And if you got pregnant, that would have nothing to do with me either?”

  “No.”

  “It takes two to make a baby, Delila. Don’t pin this all on me.”

  She didn’t say anything, just kept getting dressed.

  “Unless, like I said, you were trying to trick me into marrying you or something but then again... Maybe you had a case of the guilty conscience?” I didn’t really think that, but I wanted her to look at me.

  That got her to turn her head around like I wanted.

  “What? You’re twisting this all around. And I did tell you. Just now. When I said stop. Maybe a little late but...”

  “Sweetness, no man on God’s green earth could have pulled out when the Yanks were coming home.”

  “The what?”

  “Never mind. You really think this is my fault, Delila?”

  She gave out a heaving sigh and then said, “No. No, I guess it’s my fault.”

  “There is such a thing as a morning after pill,” I offered.

  “Actually...I’m on the pill now, but it hasn’t been that long so I was scared.”

  “So you’re not likely to get pregnant?”

  “No.”

  I shook my head and crossed the room to her. “Come here.” I took her in my arms, laying her head on my chest. “Sweetheart, you are going to drive me to drink. Again.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Patrick

  The days dragged by, and I looked forward to our weekends together. Sunday was getting to be our thing. I found myself counting the days to when I could see Delila and every day, which was always busy as hell, felt like torture when we were apart.

  After our misunderstanding, I wanted to make it up to Delila. Show her I really did know how to treat a lady. And not just throw money at her. She seemed to get upset whenever I laid out a bit of cash, hence the fancy restaurant idea or the daily rose bouquets I sent to her work for a full week after our tiff. What did I know? Not a lot, I found out. I thought it would make her smile, but she said she was embarrassed. I thought it was enough, but it wasn’t. Some days I felt her slipping away from me. But then we’d have amazing sex giving me hope. I thought to myself... everything is bang on again.

  It wasn’t all confusion and missed steps.

  After several weeks of dating, I was learning more about Delila. Her tastes were simple. Instead of fine wine, she preferred beer. Instead of the richness of silk against her skin, she liked faded denim, and once when I’d suggested flying to Paris for cocktails at midnight, she burst out laughing. I’m certain she thought I was joking. I wasn’t, but I saw no need to correct her. I was more than willing to look the fool, if it made that beautiful smile wider, especially when she worried so much about her sister.

  So now here I was. Poised at the bottom of her only sister’s front stoop, palms moist with sweat holding a bouquet of wild flowers. Not for Delila this time. “Ten eighty seven,” I read the numbers on the bricks. “Yup, this is it.” I climbed the steps to an exquisite mahogany door. I straightened my shoulders, but just stood there with those damn flowers in my mitts.

  Frozen.

  I couldn’t make my feet move. I’d never been so nervous about meeting someone in my life.

  I glanced to my left, scanning the symmetrical brownstones. As beautiful as the day they were built, they shouted prosperity and class. How was it the sister afforded such luxury? A topic of conversation, I said to myself.

  All at once, I wished I was in uniform. People respected the uniform, not necessarily the man. Or was that fear? Today was a big step in our relationship. A huge one, Delila had told me. Did she think that would give me confidence? Not likely. It added to my anxiety.

  I was just about to knock on the dark weathered wood when three kids showed up in the window of the door. A girl about four or five holding what must have been her baby brother and a another smaller boy. A few seconds later, a tall woman, smiling and with long ginger hair, appeared above the kids, her resemblance to many of my cousins on the Scottish side uncanny.

  Susan.

  “Come in, come in,” she said opening the door wide. “Kids, go tell Auntie Delly, Patrick is here.”

  I thrust the flowers toward her. “These are for you.”

  “Thank you Patrick. I’ll go put them in water.” She waved me inside. “Why don’t you have a seat. Delly will be right out.”

  “Are you my new uncle?” the older boy asked as I dropped myself down into a much lower sofa than I’d expected. I half expected a cloud of dust to puff up, and there was hollow in the middle making the couch lean to one side.

  “He’s not her boyfriend, stupid,” said the girl, the younger child sliding out of her arms. “And besides Auntie Delly’s boyfren is a cop.”

  “Oh yeah,” said the boy screwing up his face in confusion. “I forgot. So who are you?” He got up on his knees, braced himself on one of my shoulders, and stared into my face. He smelled like peanut butter.

  “Didn’t you hear Mommy? He’s Padick.”

  “You are?” asked the boy.

  “I am Patrick. She’s right and I am a cop but I’m not in uniform today.”

  “Okay.” That seemed to satisfy the boy because he jumped off the couch and toddled off.

  “I’m Aileen,” said the girl. “That’s my brother, Kyle and that one is Peter. He’s just a baby. He don’t know anything.” She gave me a toothy smile. “Know what I got? I got a pony. He’s Twilight Sparkle and he has white fur with a purple mane. He’s not like the other ponies because he has wings. He don’t have a horn like the unicorns cuz he has wings. You wanna see him?”

  I was just about to answer when Delila entered the room. Crouching to the little girl she said, “maybe later, sweetheart. Okay? Patrick and I have a concert to get to, but next time he comes, you can show him your whole collection.”

  The little girl’s face drooped. She stuck out her bottom lip but then left the room, singing to herself two seconds later.

  “Susan insists on talking to you for a few minutes before we go. Is that all right?” She sat down next to me on the couch, smelling of lilacs and something earthy and wild. Her hand gravitated toward mine and I clutched it tightly, the urge to pull her into my arms strong as ever.

  “You changed your hair again,” I said.

  “Do you like it?”

  “It’s...dark. Very dark.”

  “Yeah, I’m going for that Goth look. Next I need the black lipstick and how do you feel about a ring through my nose?”

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bsp; The shock on my face must have said it all, because she laughed hysterically.

  “She’s messing with you, Officer,” Susan said coming into the room. “Now Delly, that’s not nice.”

  “Yeah, I know but it’s fun too.” She gave me a wicked smile.

  Susan adjusted several old blankets on the back of an overstuffed chair and then seating herself across from us. “One thing you have to know about my sister is she’s as Polly pure as they come. She’ll never get a tattoo and the only rings you’ll ever see on her body are the ones on the ends of her fingers.”

  Delila nodded. “Afraid so. I’m pretty boring.”

  “Boring?” I said. “I wouldn’t say that.”

  Delila pointed to her head. “It was supposed to be cocoa brown. I’m only laughing about it so I don’t cry.”

  “Oh no. No. It looks great,” I said, wondering if I’d put my foot in my mouth once again.

  “No, it doesn’t. I thought about wearing a hat until it grew out but... But I look awful in hats.”

  I rubbed my chin, thinking. “Temporary right?”

  “Right.”

  I tilted my head. “Well I like it.”

  “Better than my strawberry?” Those big blue eyes widened, waiting for my response.

  “In addition to.”

  Her face stretched into a wide open grin.

  Kudos for me. Two points.

  “Okay.”

  “See I told you he’d like it,” said Susan. “Speaking of which, I know you’re a cop, but I still need to know something about the man who is dating my sister. Can I ask you a few questions?”

  “Sure. And when you’re through maybe you wouldn’t mind a few questions yourself?”

  “Not at all.”

  Judging by the look Delila gave me, I was pushing it with her sister. Maybe she thought Susan was none of my business. Maybe there was something to hide after all. I didn’t think so. She didn’t fit the prototype, but the lawyer in me just couldn’t resist asking anyway.