Doctor Feelgood: (A Bad Boy Doctor Novel)

by Weston Parker

  "Does your dean make you feel like this?" he asked, shoving into her with a force that was almost painful. "Can he fuck you like this?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a sitting position. It seemed like his cock went even deeper this way, but she couldn't stand the words coming out of his mouth.

  "Fuck you!" she gasped, even as her hips did what her mouth claimed. Then she slapped him. His face was shocked for a moment, but then he smiled and rammed into her harder. She cried out, thrusting back to meet his rapid pace, the climb to her climax ramping up again.

  "I know that little bastard can't make you feel like this," he said into her ear, and she shoved him, trying to push him away from her. He stood, still holding her in his hands, and she almost died from the pressure of his cock so deep inside her. "He can't satisfy you, can he? You're a wild woman, made just for me."

  "Put me down!" she yelled, then struggled against him. He moved to oblige, but not in the manner she expected. He fell to his knees, then slid backward so that he was lying on the floor and she was on top of him.

  She could stop this now if she wanted, all she would have to do was climb off.

  But she didn't. She couldn't. Instead she rode him fiercely, and he gripped her hips, encouraging her. "That's right, darlin'," he groaned. "Give it to me!"

  She leaned back, and he moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently and working her nipples. She cried out again, her orgasm a breath away. "Come for me!" he ordered, and like clockwork she did.

  It was the strongest orgasm of her life, and it took her breath away. A second after her release she felt him slam into her and stop, emptying himself deep inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, desperate to catch her breath, while he moved her hair away from her face and stroked her back.

  * * * * *

  It took several minutes for Caleb's breathing to return to normal, and his thoughts to return to reason. Once again he'd ignored his better judgment and succumbed to his desire for the little professor.

  It had been more erotic than his raunchiest fantasy, but it had also been scary. They'd both lost control, letting their anger and passion mingle into something altogether more powerful. It reminded him too much of his parents’ rages. She'd even slapped him, for God's sake!

  Finally, she straightened and looked down at him. "What was that?" she whispered, and he thought he saw fear in her dark eyes.

  "I don't know," he said truthfully, "but it was dangerous."

  * * * * *

  Caleb had politely waited while she'd showered first, and had even offered her some of his clothing if she had wanted to change. She hadn't. She already felt too vulnerable and was sure she'd feel even worse if she replaced the protective layer of her familiar clothing with something that had been pressed against his warm and supple body.

  It was all too confusing, and the air between them was so full of tension that she was drowning in it. Dani couldn't catch her breath, at the mercy of thoughts that swirled like eddies in a coastal tide pool.

  She sat briefly on one of the wooden chairs flanking the table and put her head between her hands. How did this happen?

  For once her inner voice was silent. Events had tumbled out of control so quickly; she felt like her brain had whiplash. In the space of one night and one morning, she'd made love to the ranger after he'd revealed his past and fallen asleep in his arms. Then later she'd slapped and scratched the same man while they cursed one another before coming at almost the same time. He'd told her that she could stay with him, and in the next breath all but called her a whore. And in the meanwhile, she'd climaxed a handful of times.

  He sure knows how to make a girl's head spin.

  Steamy memories rushed in of them in the hunting shack, their lips glued together, his hands setting every part of her body alight with sensual fire. Then later, on the table, when he'd told her how wonderful she tasted. The table!

  Her head flew out of her hands and her butt out of her seat. Her eyes flashed to the floor where she'd straddled him and ridden home to glory. A bright blush filled her cheeks, and she remembered how good he'd made her feel, how good she was sure she'd made him feel.

  The bathroom door flew open, and Caleb walked out, his body enveloped in steam. A white towel was wrapped around his waist, and he was using another to dry his light brown locks. Dani watched as a bead of water slipped down from his neck, across his chest, and past his navel.

  She wished she could trace its path with her tongue. The thought made her blush burn brighter.

  Caleb ignored her, toweling himself as he padded to his bedroom, then closed the door behind him. Dani thought about opening a window to relieve some of the heat and tension that was nearly strangling her. Before she could make the decision to move the door to his room opened again, and he came out, dressed in loose-fitting gray sweats. His hair was wet and tousled, and she wanted to run her fingers through it while her lips pressed hot kisses on his neck.

  He didn't meet her eyes but looked off somewhere in the distance when he spoke. "I didn't get much rest last night, and there's not much I can do today because of conditions, so I'm going to take a nap. Is there anything I can do for you before I turn in?"

  "No." Her response came out in a nervous squeak. She coughed, then repeated herself. "No, thank you. I'm going to try and get some work done."

  Caleb nodded, then returned to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him, and suddenly Dani felt it was symbolic, that he'd shut her out of his life.

  The man was impossible to figure out. He ran cold, then hot, then cold again, in cycles so quick that she couldn't catch up. He'd opened up to her, spilled his darkest secrets.

  It couldn't have been easy.

  She thought he liked her, at least it had felt like it several times last night and this morning. He'd held her so tight; she'd felt so safe in his arms as she'd drifted to sleep. Still, his words this morning, their frenzied lovemaking, it was a complete contradiction to the tenderness of last night.

  That was sex, her inner voice intoned, and Dani was amazed she finally had something to say. Sex is not love.

  Who mentioned love? Dani argued with herself. Is that what's going on?

  No, she shook her head. She didn't have time for love, especially with a man who would clearly take a lot of work to keep up with. And yet, when he'd opened up to her last night, when he'd held her in his arms as she'd fallen asleep, she could feel her heart responding.

  I have to be careful. It would be too easy to fall in love with the handsome ranger. But like he said, it's dangerous. She wanted her career, wanted to prove her theory, to revolutionize the amphibian world.

  Didn't she?

  Dani pulled her laptop from her bag and turned it on, taking a minute to plug in. She pulled up her data screen and just stared at it. The rows of letters and numbers refused to come into focus. Instead, her memories forced her to relive his touch, his kiss, his smell -- like pine trees and mountain springs and pure masculinity.

  His eyes haunted her, their cold blue tempered by warm desire. The feel of his morning-after stubble rubbing roughly against her cheeks, her breasts, her thighs. The memories drove a shiver down her spine, and she once again tried to focus on her work.

  Danielle had had few friends during childhood. In the absence of age-appropriate playmates, she'd been forced to create her own worlds to keep the loneliness at bay. She'd imagined her life as an adult -- as a famous scientist who helped unlock the mysteries of the universe.

  Her future world had consisted of successful friends and associates, impressed colleagues, enthusiastic students, and eager journalists who all wanted to hear her story. But never had she imagined someone to love, someone who stood by her side and looked on her accomplishments with admiration and satisfaction. Now her imagination wanted nothing more than to cast Caleb in that role.

  In all her years of working towards the PhD, and now of working towards her tenure, she'd never really felt the lack of that someone special. She'd
dated, had even gotten somewhat close to some of her fellow students, but never had she felt this fantastic rush of lust that fired her senses to such a degree.

  Not only did Caleb blow her socks off in bed, but when he'd told her about his childhood she'd felt a connection to him that was unique. He'd never shared himself with anyone else, and she'd felt honored to be let in. When he'd looked at her, she'd seen the loneliness in his eyes, and it mirrored the loneliness that still lay hidden in her own soul.

  Dani exhaled heavily, trying once again to drive her wayward thoughts back onto the path of science. She scrolled through her data points, searching for a pattern. But again, she was destined to be distracted. This time it wasn't by her own thoughts. Instead, she was surprised by the yell that came from behind Caleb's closed door.

  At first she thought it was a fluke that perhaps she was hearing things. Then she heard it again, this time louder and more urgent. She ran to his door and hesitated. But she heard another scream and could no longer delay.

  Dani flung open Caleb's bedroom door.

  * * * * *

  He was sitting behind the couch, playing with his toys like most evenings. He picked up a brown frog with green stripes and stacked it on top of a bright yellow frog with haunting dark eyes. Behind the couch, he could hear his parents start their evening quarrel.

  His mother's voice rose up the scales until she was almost shrieking. His father sat still, his head down unless it was occasionally thrown back while he guzzled deep from the bottle of vodka held in his big hand.

  Young Caleb picked up a pair of blue and black frogs with brilliant yellow stripes and placed them atop the growing pile.

  "You worthless piece of shit, you'll never satisfy a woman like me."

  His mother's words made him cringe. The things she said to his father, things that Caleb knew would wind him up, these things were disgusting things, hurtful things. Dirty things.

  "Most of the time you can't even get it up. What kind of a man is that? You're not even half the man that bartender is. He couldn't wait to get inside me."

  Caleb heard a loud slap and knew that his mother had finally touched a nerve. But even in the face of his father's violence, her mother wouldn't be stopped.

  "You pansy bastard," she crowed, laughing in his father's face. "You hit like a child. And you fuck like a teenage boy -- wham bam, and one minute later, thank you, ma'am. He fucks like a champion!"

  The leopard-spotted frog in his hand gave a loud croak as Caleb turned his head to the action on the couch. His father had risen, and he now reached out and grabbed his mother brutally.

  Caleb dropped the frog and hopped over the couch, knowing that he had to stop his father. But once on the other side, he stood frozen. His father brought his large hands up around his mother's neck and began to squeeze.

  Suddenly, Caleb was no longer looking on from the couch. No, now he was standing before his mother, his hands pressed around her neck. She smiled, and abruptly she changed. It wasn't his mother smiling up at him with evil intent; it was Danielle.

  The professor's dark eyes were full of malice as she laughed into his face.

  "Why would I want a freak like you?" Dani asked, not even attempting to fight back against the pressure of his hands around her throat. "You can't give me what he can. You're nothing. I could never love a man like you. The whole time you were between my thighs I was thinking of him."

  That last line twisted his mouth into a painful grimace. He squeezed harder, trying to stop the stream of words, trying to drive out the thoughts they prompted.

  Dani just laughed, her face redder than a stoplight, her lips turning blue. He watched her dark eyes begin to flutter closed and still he squeezed. Her lips moved, and he bent in to hear her whisper, even as he choked the life out of her.

  "I knew you'd hurt me," she said, then gasped out her last breath.

  "No!" he screamed, letting go of her neck but grabbing her shoulders and pulling her to him. Her limp body hung in his arms, and he cried out again. "No! NO!"

  * * * * *

  "Caleb!" Dani ran across the room towards the figure thrashing on the bed. He was obviously in the depths of a dark nightmare. She grabbed his shoulder and shook it, calling his name again. A look of utter agony claimed his features and her blood ran cold.

  "No!" he was shouting, so she shook him harder. Suddenly he struck out at her, his heavy arm connecting with her torso and knocking her off balance. She fell from the bed and hit the wall, sliding down it to land on her bottom. The impact jarred her, and the pain in her tailbone made her cry out.

  All of a sudden Caleb sat bolt upright in bed, his blue eyes flying open and searching the room. Tears were rolling down his face, but he paid them no attention.

  He spotted Dani and leapt out of bed, crouching beside her on the floor. "What happened?" he demanded, pulling her up from the floor and setting her down on the bed.

  "Nightmare," she explained, moaning and rubbing her backside. She caught her breath and continued. "You were having a nightmare. I heard you, came in and tried to wake you up. But you were still dreaming, and you sort of knocked me for a loop."

  Caleb groaned, covering his face with his hands, but quickly recovering. "Are you all right?" he asked, searching her for marks and bruises.

  "I'm fine. At least I will be after a couple of aspirins." She looked up into his concerned face, unable to stop her curiosity from driving her to ask, "What were you dreaming about?"

  Dani could see the shutters come down in his eyes. "Nothing," he said, turning away from her and standing up. She watched him as he made his way to a dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. He slid it on, still refusing to volunteer any more information. "It was just a dream. Let's forget it."

  Dani nodded, then stood up. She knew he was shutting her out again, and it was frustrating. But she wouldn't provoke him, not while he was so shaken up by his nightmare. "Well, got anything for lunch?" she asked, trying to change the subject and rid the room of the awkward atmosphere.

  "Sure," he said, heading towards the kitchen. "Follow me."

  Chapter 12

  Caleb stared across his plate at the woman before him. She was thoughtfully chewing on her sandwich and seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. He couldn't blame her.

  But even as he realized it was for the best, Caleb couldn't help wanting to pull her closer, just as he was pushing her away. Yet the dream came back to haunt him. He couldn't hurt her, couldn't risk that, not when she'd come to mean so much to him.

  "I think you should leave the park," he said before he could change his mind. "You can either go back to your college or stay somewhere in the vicinity, maybe in Alsea. But you can't stay here."

  "Why not?" she asked, finally meeting his eyes.

  "You know why not."

  "No," she said, a flush rising up her soft cheeks, "I don't."

  Caleb growled. The woman loved frustrating him. "It's too dangerous here."

  "Why? Because of the flooding?"

  "No," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

  "Because of the invisible miners?"

  "That's part of it, but not the main reason."

  "Then what's so dangerous?"

  "Me," he said softly and watched her inhale sharply. "I'm dangerous to you. You shouldn't stay here."

  "Caleb," she began, and he heard the let's-just-be-reasonable tone in her voice and cut her off.

  "I don't want to hear another lecture. You know there's something between us. When I'm around you, I can't stop myself. I want to touch you, to hold you, to be inside you. But I shouldn't. I can't. So you have to go."

  Dani looked as if she'd been slapped. "Just because you can't control yourself, I'm supposed to give up my research? Do you know how much work I've done to get here? I'm not going to toss it all away because you can't keep it in your pants."

  "I'm not the only one," he said, looking at her meaningfully.

  Dani scowled. "That's utter bullshit! What happened to 'I do
n't do relationships'? Sounds like you're the one being clingy now."

  She crossed her arms, her dark eyes hooded. "I'm not leaving. Period."

  It was Caleb's turn to scowl. Why couldn't she just listen to reason? Why did everything turn into a debate with her? "Well, you can't stay here. And your campsite is probably underneath three feet of mud right now, so you certainly can't stay there. What does that leave you?"

  He watched her, watched the wheels turning behind her expressive eyes. He thought for a moment that perhaps she'd surrender, and he was surprised at the disappointment he felt. But he should have known better.

  "The shack!" she shouted in triumph. "I'll stay in the hunting shack. It's pretty close to my campsite, so I should be able to pick up the feed from my cameras there without a problem. And we know it's not damaged. As long as you'll loan me some of your firewood, I should be able to make do until my camp can be reclaimed."

  Shit, Caleb thought. He'd already forgotten about the shack. She had a point. "No." The shack was still too close. He'd know she was in there, and he doubted he could keep himself from pursuing her.

  "Why not?"

  "Just no."

  He didn't want to let her know just how much she affected him. If she hadn't gotten the hint already, he wasn't going to say the words.

  "Really?" she asked, and he didn't trust the tone in her voice. "Well, I don't think it's up to you. I have permission from the Forestry Service, and the support of Brice Masterson. So I'm staying. If you want to call up your superiors and explain to them that you can't stop yourself from popping a boner around the new scientist and therefore she has to leave, be my guest. But until they tell me I have to go, I'm staying."

  "Dammit, Dani," he said, slamming his palm against the tabletop. "Why are you making this so hard?"

  "Me!" she shouted, her anger ratcheting up. "You're the one making this hard! I've done years of research and now I've finally got a chance to really prove my theory and you want me to just throw that away. Why? What are you so afraid of?"