Doctor Feelgood: (A Bad Boy Doctor Novel)

by Weston Parker

  "In the kitchen." She walked out and slid her arms around my waist, surprising me a little. "I'm going to kill you."

  "Oh yeah?" I pulled her arms off of me and stepped back, needing my space. "Almost killing Ashley a few weeks before wasn't enough?" The last few weeks had been a weird transition since Nate's best friend, Ashley tried to kill him and Jenna. The situation spun out of control quickly, and Jenna asked for my help, knowing that I was the son of the only mafia boss in New York City. Not hard to figure out seeing that her father was the DA of the city and had pictures of me and my family all over his desk.

  "Not funny," Nate barked and moved over to drop down on the couch. "What smells good?"

  "While you were snoozing, I made pasta." Jenna turned and glanced up at me, her warm brown eyes filled with acceptance. It was a rare thing to see in my world. A part of me wanted to put a bullet in Nate's chest and steal his woman while he tried to recover, but I loved him like a brother and truth be told... I wasn't that interested in Jenna physically. She just represented a life I would never have, but one I wanted so fucking bad if I were being honest with myself. "You hungry?"

  "I could eat." I glanced down at my watch and shrugged. "I just left the library and don't have anywhere else to be." I followed her into the kitchen as Nate started in on me for being at the library and reading a book. As if there was another reason to go to the damn library.

  "Ignore him." She reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Here. Take a load off."

  I took the beer and drank deeply. I didn't have many friends in the world, but Nate and Jenna were quickly becoming that for me. It scared me at times. No sooner would I let myself love them than they'd be taken... killed in cold blood.

  The image of my sister’s bloated little body killed my head, her face missing from the fish eating at her for two weeks.

  "Fuck," I spat out some of my beer and pressed my hand to my mouth.

  "Erik?" Jenna walked around the counter and put her hand on my back, rubbing softly. "What's going on?"

  "Nothing. Sorry." I pulled a little to my right. "Keep your hands to yourself, woman. Your guy in there is the jealous type, and I'd hate to defend myself when he comes limping in here threatening me."

  "Fuck you too, asshole," Nate called from the living room.

  "I'm good. Really." I glanced up at her and took another long sip of my beer, ignoring how good her tits looked in her t-shirt. Nate had himself a fine woman to strip down and worship every night. I'd have one too if I could get past being me.

  Jenna was pretty, but Grace was a goddess. I knew she was hiding herself from the world by wearing the horrible outfits that she did, and some part of me wanted to love her for it. She was saving herself, but for what? Who?

  Me. I wanted to believe it was me, but it was childish and silly.

  "I'm going to kill you for giving me a virus that would wipe out all of your family’s information from my Dad's computer. You told me it would just remove anything with your name on it." She shook her pretty head as she walked back into the kitchen.

  "Oh, right. About that. It's set up to wipe out anything with my first or last name." I shrugged and finished the beer. "I should get going. I just wanted to stop by to tell you that I need you to get Grace off my back. She's not the kind of girl I would ask out for the night, Jenna. I'm not a good guy. I'm looking for a quick fuck in a broom closet."

  "Jenna likes fucking in closets." Nate walked in and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her large breasts as I stood there, trying to look normal.

  "Stop that." She swatted at his thigh and turned her attention back toward me. "She would be so good for you, Erik, but I appreciate that. She's my best friend, and I love her. The last thing I would want is for her to get wrapped up in your shit."

  "And she would." I walked toward the door at the sound of them kissing. "Night guys. Call me later, Nate. I'm not dangling from this string you have me on much longer. You owe me fucker."

  "Alright. Shit."

  I walked out to the sound of him complaining. Some part of me wanted to tell him never mind. That he could keep living his life of freedom and I'd just live vicariously through him, but I couldn't. Not yet. The syndicate was a dangerous place to be and only having Kane guarding my back left me exposed and unsure of my next steps.

  It was suicide, but Nate would be my saving grace.

  I walked up to my bike and got on, fighting the yearning to go back in the library and tote Grace off to a quiet place to give her a taste of what she wanted so bad. I glanced up in time to see her walk off, as if she were watching me.

  "Night, Kitten," I mumbled, put on my helmet and drove toward my father's mansion. I needed to drown myself in depravity, and I knew I could do it there.

  The ride did me little good. Being left with my thoughts, I found myself angry and tense over the situation brewing inside of me. Loneliness swirled deep inside, and I felt like a teenage boy, making wishes and laying dreams down on the tracks of my future as if anything would ever come of them. I was a slave to my situation, and I always would be.

  "Hey, buddy." Kane glanced up from watching TV. "You need something?"

  "Pussy." I turned and walked toward a large living room where my father usually had a few girls hanging out just in case. There were over twenty of us in the syndicate, and the women were part of the package.

  I stopped by the door and let my eyes scan the room. I wanted someone with dark hair that I could easily imagine to be my sweet librarian.

  "Erik," Sally purred and stood up, her breasts nice and big, her throat good and deep. "You need to let off some steam?"

  "Yeah." I reached out and grabbed her hand, jerking her to my side as I pointed to a new girl with long black hair. Her body was thin; her breasts small like Grace's. "You too. Come on."

  I wrapped my arm around Sally and turned, walking towards one of the big bedrooms in the back. She curled up to my side and tried to kiss at the side of my face before I pulled her back a little.

  "No kissing and keep your back to me. You know the rules." I released her and walked into the room, pulling off my sweater and working on my jeans. "What's your name?" I turned to the new girl.

  "Tiffany." She reached up and undid the string that held her skimpy dress up. It fell to the ground and left plenty of creamy skin on display.

  "Good. Grab a handful of condoms from the bathroom down the hall." I reached for Sally, cupping the side of her neck and rubbing the pad of her thumb over her lips. "Suck real hard for me."

  "Anything you want." She sunk to the floor and wrapped her hands around my cock as the door closed behind us.

  "Where do you want me?" Tiffany moved to my side, her eyes wide as if she'd never seen another woman give head.

  "I want you to be Grace for me tonight, alright? Get on the bed, hands and knees and lift your ass in the air."

  "Grace?" She blinked a few times as if she wasn't sure where she was.

  The delicious sounds of Sally sucking and licking at my cock had my knees weak. Sex. That's what I needed. It was enough to take my mind off everything.

  I grabbed the base of the girl’s throat and pulled her toward me. "Stop asking questions and get on the bed. Your only response tonight is ‘Yes, Sir’."

  She shook but stood still. I was a little proud of her. "Yes, Sir."

  "Good girl." I glanced down and ran my fingers through Sally's blond hair. "That's nice. Good and deep. Cup my balls with your free hand and finger yourself with the other one."

  She moaned and slipped her fingers under her panties, the smell of pussy filling the air.

  "Delicious," I whispered roughly and reached out, jerking the new girl toward me, her pretty ass in the air, her sex shaved and ready for depravity. I ran my fingers down her center, pressing into her a little before leaning over and tonguing her ass.

  She cried out, and I bit her ass hard. Her slit grew sloppy wet, and I knew I had her. Closing my eyes, I jerked my hips, driving into Sally’s
mouth as I brought the pretty little thing on the bed to come on my face two or three times.

  Stepping back, I pulled my cock from Sally. "Out, sweetheart."

  "What? Seriously?" She pouted, but got up and walked to the door.

  "Close the door behind you." I climbed on the bed and grabbed a condom as the girl below me shook with ecstasy. "What's your name again, tonight?"

  "Grace," she whimpered.

  "Yeah. Perfect." I slid one hand into her hair and gripped my cock with the other. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy for a little while, and then you're going to tuck your hips and let me in your ass."

  "But I-"

  "It's wasn't a request," I barked.

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered and cried out loudly as I tucked myself inside of her, my dick thick and swollen from Sally’s attention.

  It wasn't going to take too long for the world to disappear and then I'd be right where I needed to be. Buried balls deep in Grace.

  Chapter 4

  Grace

  "Grace. Seriously?" Jenna laid across her big white bed at her parent's house, giving me a look I'd seen too many times over my short life.

  "What?" I twirled in front of the mirror. "I like it. It's conservative."

  "It's boring and old." She rolled onto her back and climbed off the bed, walking to stand between me and the mirror. "The eighties called, and they want their tie back."

  She grabbed the bright pink tie I had on and tugged on it.

  "I like this." I forced a frown as she walked toward her closet.

  "No. You're not wearing that out tonight. Take it off. Now."

  "I don't like your tone. Reminds me of Nate." I smiled wickedly and turned to face her. "Speaking of... tell me what's been going on with you guys. You know I have to live vicariously through you."

  "No. You don't." She tossed me a white top and black miniskirt that would make a whore look needy.

  "Yes." I tossed it back to her. "I do. I don't have a boyfriend."

  "You know what?" She lifted her eyebrows and dropped the clothes on the floor, moving back to stand in front of me. "You've never had a boyfriend. We're in our early twenties. It's time to stop letting all that bullshit from your mother stop you from being who you really are."

  She reached up and undid my tie before unbuttoning the white button up I had picked with pride from my closet. There was no way in hell anyone would hit on me at Kadia if I looked like a cross dresser.

  "This is hot." I gripped her hand and wagged my eyebrows. "Go slow, okay?"

  She laughed. "You like dick, and so do I."

  I shrugged. "I wouldn't know." I glanced down. "I've never really had it."

  "What?" She moved back like I'd scalded her. "We've been best friends our whole lives. You told me you slept with Tommy Johnson and Tanner Walls."

  "I lied." I shrugged and moved away from her. "I'm sorry. Honestly." I hopped up on the bed as the familiar feeling of disappointment raced through me. "I've never slept with anyone."

  "That's nothing to be sorry about." She moved in front of me and pushed my shirt over my shoulders. "It's beautiful. Are you saving yourself for marriage?"

  "No. Yes. I don't know." I glanced down at my hands feeling like a child all of a sudden.

  "Hey." She touched my chin. "Talk to me. I'm your best friend. We're like sisters."

  "I want to sleep with someone, but not just anyone. It's too intimate, too much like giving myself up for nothing." I pushed at her chest. "Back up. You're in my space."

  She laughed and moved back, picking up the shirt. "And is there someone you have in mind for giving up your V-card to?"

  Heat rushed up my chest and coated my neck. "Erik, of course, but he would probably be appalled by it. Guys like him like a woman who knows what they want."

  "And you don't know what you want?" She handed me the shirt. "Put this on and pull your boobs up a little so they show right at the top of the shirt."

  I did as she said and tried to figure out how to get myself out of the most awkward conversation we'd had to date. "I want Erik."

  "Good. Nate should be here any minute. Put on that skirt, and I'll make him call Erik."

  "I thought you said Erik was horrible for me." I laid back and pulled off my tights before getting off the bed.

  "Wow. Your ass looks great in those panties."

  I turned and put my back to the mirror. "There aren't any panties there. Hence the word string." I laughed and reached for the skirt.

  "You girls in here?" Nate's voice filled up the hallway, and I yelped and ran for the bathroom to find it locked.

  "Yeah. We're just changing." Jenna rolled her eyes and turned as Nate walked in.

  I stood with the skirt hanging in front of my waist, not able to think clearly enough to put the damn thing on. "I'm getting dressed!"

  "Good. Turn around and show Nate how good your ass looks in those panties." Jenna lifted her finger in the air and twirled it around. "Turn. Seriously. You have no clue how good you look."

  "What? No. Nate! Get out." I pointed to the door as the world felt like it was closing in on me. My goodie-goodie persona was sliding fast at the thought of Nate's approval of my ass. It would boost my confidence. It would turn me on.

  I was a horrible friend.

  "So..." Nate glanced between the two of us, the handsome bastard obviously okay with giving me a rating while his girlfriend was standing right there.

  "Turn around. Seriously." Jenna walked toward me, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around.

  I focused on not clenching my ass as I dropped my forehead to her shoulder. "I hate you so much."

  "Wow. I never in a million years would have thought you were hiding such a beautiful body under those clothes, Grace. I'm impressed. You're an official cock-blocker for yourself." He clapped and winked as I turned and glared at him over my shoulder.

  "Now, get out!"

  He turned and walked out, laughing.

  "See? I told you." She walked back to the closet, tossing me a pair of sexy black heels. "Wear your hair down and put on a little bit of makeup and we're heading out."

  "I'm not going home with some weirdo tonight."

  "I know you're not, but I want you to notice how guys react when you're not busy covering yourself up constantly. You're stunning, Grace. You need to see that."

  "What if I lie and say that I do?" I gave her an innocent smile as she scoffed and walked out, leaving me with my thoughts. Was she really going to get Nate to reach out to Erik? Did I want that? He had to be five to six years older than me, and would he really be impressed by my virginity or think it was funny?

  I didn’t know him that well, but something told me he was just enough of a dick to make fun of me about it.

  Only one way to find out.

  ****

  "I feel sick," I mumbled and walked toward the bar.

  Jenna wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "Don't. Everything is fine. Just relax and have fun tonight. I'm not going to let you go home with a stranger. Drink and dance and just explore, Grace."

  "Explore?" The sound of being so forward with my sexuality made my pulse spike. How long had I been holding myself back? Right. My whole fucking life.

  "Hey, beautiful." The bartender leaned forward and smiled.

  I glanced over at Jenna. "I'll just get a beer."

  "Tell him." She laughed loudly. "He was talking to you."

  "No, he wasn't." I glanced back at him as he nodded.

  "Yeah. I was. You're gorgeous. What's your name, baby?"

  I glanced at Jenna again, who rolled her eyes at me and turned to walk off. Something inside my chest swelled. Whether he was being nice or not... I liked it. I'd been working for so long not to get the attention that I wasn't sure how to handle finally getting it.

  "It's Grace, and I'll take a shot of tequila. Two actually." I pressed my hands to the bar top and watched as his smile grew.

  "It's on the house tonight. Anything you want." I licked at my bottom lip and mov
ed toward the liquor.

  "Find something you like?" Erik's voice surprised me a little. The sound of it washed over me, forcing me to realize that it didn't matter what he might want from me. I was willing to give it. All of it.

  "The liquor or the bartender?" I glanced sideways at him before turning my attention back to the bar. I could play the bitch like he did most days in the library.

  "Both?" He offered a card. "Put the lady’s drinks on my card with mine. It's not a request."

  The guy nodded, his eyes widening a little.

  I turned and lifted my first shot to my lips. "To the scariest guy in all of New York."

  He took my other shot. "To the woman he'd choose to fuck every night if his life were any different."

  The liquor burned on the way down, as did his words. The truth. He wanted me beneath him too, but his life wouldn't afford it. It was a life I knew nothing about, and yet I wanted to so bad.

  "And one night would simply destroy everything." I licked my lips and set my shot glass down, knowing I was pushing in the wrong direction.

  "You're just a child locked in that beautiful body, Grace. You don't need to dress like a slut for attention." He reached out and gripped my chin hard, leaning down and letting his lips hover above mine. Every pleasure point I had lit on fire, my body screaming for me to close the gap and submit fully to him. Power rolled off of him in intoxicating waves, and the darkness in his eyes called to me. "You already have everyone's when you're being yourself."

  "I want more," I whispered and moved closer, only to feel the pressure of his free hand on my hip.

  "I'm not the man you want in your life. Stop fooling yourself and get your head out of a book, kitten. I'm a monster, not a savior."

  He kissed the tip of my nose and walked off, joining Jenna and Nate across the room. I turned and ordered a beer, grateful that the bartender was moving so fast that night.

  I couldn't get enough air in my lungs as I stood there, feeling two feet tall. My mother had the power to cut me down to nothing, but it would seem that Erik Bertinelli did too.