Doctor Feelgood: (A Bad Boy Doctor Novel)

by Weston Parker

  "What?" His words rang through my mind, waking me up to the possibility of being incredibly naughty for him.

  "You heard me, Kitten. I can't get away right now. There's too much shit going on at the house, but I have about fifteen minutes. I'm in one of the bedrooms at my Dad's place. I want you spread across the top of me, but that can't be right now."

  "Erik. You left and told me to lock up the other night. You wouldn't kiss me. You didn't call me yesterday." I sat up as my anger locked into place. "I'm not playing your fucked up games. I'm a human, not a robot. A woman, not a slut."

  "Oh, Grace. You are a slut, Kitten. You told me you were. You said you were my slut." He chuckled. "And I'm telling you to lay back and make sure you moan loudly. I want to come to the sound of you losing yourself for me."

  "No." Desire raced up my spine as a deep pulsing raged between my thighs.

  "Now. Lay back. I'm running out of time, and I'm a man who gets what I want."

  "Not this time you don't."

  "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon in the library. Wear a skirt so when I spank your ass in front of everyone you know and respect, they can hear the slap of my hand against your skin."

  "I'm not scared of you showing up tomorrow. You wouldn't-"

  "Lay back and do what I tell you to do. You don't know anything about me. I'll show up and do just what I promised to do. Stop fighting me. You want me between your legs as bad as I want to be there."

  "I hate you," I whispered and laid back as my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest.

  "Good girl. Tug that bra down and squeeze your pretty tit for me, Grace. Next time we're together, I'm going to lick and suck on those beautiful breasts, baby. I'm going to get them nice and wet so I can slip my cock through them and watch you lick at me while I come. You ready for that?"

  I cried out, my mind racing with the possibilities. "Yeah. I'm so ready," I moaned and squeezed my breasts as I closed my eyes. Somewhere within a matter of seconds, I resigned myself to do anything he wanted me to.

  "Good. I know you are, Kitten." He took a deep breath. "Now, slide your fingers into your panties and tell me what you feel. Be descriptive, or I'll finger fuck you while I spank your ass in the library tomorrow."

  A deep moan left me as I slid my fingers into my panties. "So wet, Erik. My body's ticking like a clock, the ache so bad I want to cry." I rimmed myself and moaned again.

  Bastard. How did he have me doing exactly what he wanted? A finger fuck and spanking sounded delicious, just not in the middle of the fucking library.

  "I can imagine it, baby. I'm slow fucking this big cock you sucked on the other night. It's not often a pretty girl like you can take something so huge into her mouth, much less her pussy. You gonna let me stretch you out good before I slide deep inside of you, Grace?"

  "Please?" I groaned and pressed my finger into my wetness as the image of him masturbating filled my mind. I wanted to be between his thighs, working him myself as he gazed down at me with his dark, brooding look.

  "Soon, kitten. Slide your finger into your heat. Press in hard and fast."

  "Oh God." I pressed a finger deep inside of me as my body clenched. "I love it."

  "I do too. Use two this time." His breathing was off, his panting almost enough to throw me over the edge.

  I obeyed and cried out. "It's too much."

  "Mmmmm... I'm going to have to take my time with you, Grace. Your sweet little pussy isn't going to play nice if we're not careful."

  "I want you all over me," I whimpered and went back to one finger as my orgasm built in my stomach. "I'm gonna come."

  "Make it loud, Grace. Think about me, ramming into you, baby. Fucking you from behind, my hands in your hair, on your tits, my teeth against your neck, Grace. Wet me with your come, kitten. Give me what I called for."

  I lifted up off the bed as I screamed his name, the world disappearing as delicious hot heat scored every inch of me. He came along with me, the deep sound of him groaning as he fucked himself hard and fast enough to leave me dizzy.

  "Erik," I whispered and rolled onto my side.

  "It's okay, baby. You did good. So good, Grace."

  "I want you to come over."

  "I'll see you tomorrow. Lick your fingers for me, kitten. Taste what I taste. Yearn for me the way I yearn for you."

  "No." I smiled. "Go to hell."

  He laughed. "Come with me."

  I dropped the call and chucked the phone across the room as my body tingled everywhere. Hell sounded horrible... unless he was there.

  Chapter 9

  Erik

  My dreams the night before had been all about her. The sound of her coming on the phone the night before almost too much. It was a new week, and I had to get a hold of myself. She was in danger at all times just knowing me, but quickly becoming my girl? Deadly.

  I walked out of the house and made my way to my bike, stopping short as Nate's car pulled into the drive.

  The sun hadn't risen yet. What the fuck was Nate doing up?

  "Hey, man." Nate got out of the car and walked toward me, extending his hand. "Sorry, it's so early. I couldn't sleep last night and went to the diner and this guy showed up. I want you to meet him. I think it'll be good for both of you."

  "I'm Cole." The guy extended his hand as he walked toward me.

  "You're a cop, right?" I lifted my eyebrow and smirked at the irony of the situation. Of course, the rookie detective looking into Kadia was making friends with Nate. It was fucked up on too many levels to discern that early in the morning. I shook his hand firmly. He knew exactly who I was without a doubt.

  "Yeah, but Nate here is trying to talk me out of it." He reached up and ran his hand through his dark-brown hair. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I come from the streets of Cali. I just wanted to get away, and having owned a security business before; I thought becoming a detective would help me move on."

  "Move on from what?" A sense of foreboding raced down by back.

  "From a fucked up childhood and a horrible divorce." He slipped his hands into his pockets. "I've been watching you guys, waiting to see if you would get involved."

  "Involved in what?" I glanced over at Nate, wondering how the fuck my best friend got mixed up with the law... in a good way. Stranger things had happened.

  "In the deaths at Kadia."

  "Nope. Fredrick Carrington is your man." I chuckled. "And he came by this past weekend to make sure you didn't come looking for him."

  "Oh yeah?" The guy didn't seem the least bit worried. "You supposed to off me?"

  "No. We don't kill cops unless we have to." I pursed my lips as Nate spoke up.

  "So I think me and Cole have come to an agreement, but of course, it's your call on whether we move forward with things."

  "You guys dating now?" I glanced between the two of them.

  "Fuck you too, Erik." Nate reached up and ran his hand over his chin. "Cole's willing to step into being a plant for us at the station, as a detective."

  "And in return?" I glanced back over to Cole, not believing our luck. A rookie cop with a bad side? It was too good to be true.

  "I want a place to stay, a little bit of money and protection should things go to hell." He shrugged, far more relaxed than he should have been.

  "Alright. I'll talk to the old man, but consider it done. We'll have you meet with him soon to lock things down." I extended my hand. "You sure about this? Once you belong to us, there is no leaving."

  Nate stiffened, and I hated the fact that he thought of our arrangement as a restriction of his freedom. He had anything he could possibly want and then some because of the syndicate, but he didn't see it that way.

  "I'm sure." Cole shook my hand firmly.

  "Great, now get the fuck outta here. I have to go to work." I walked to the bike, trying to get my mind on the hit I had in front of me later that morning. Cole and Nate could work out the details with my father. Once again, I was getting pulled into parts of the business
that had nothing to do with me.

  I was a hitman. Death on delivery, and that's all I was. It was all I knew to be.

  ****

  A shiver ran through me as I wiped the barrel of my gun and slipped it in the back of my jeans. The three dead bodies on the floor would be found by lunch time seeing that I was standing in a well-known restaurant kitchen downtown.

  "Why don't you fuckers learn?" I turned and walked out into the early morning sunlight, breathing in deeply. I'd been on more kills in the last six months than the entirety of my adult life. My father was slipping deeper and deeper into darkness, and the idea of taking a life had become almost too easy for him.

  Of course, it was easy. He just sent me.

  Would Grace really want to see me if she knew what I did for a living? Hearing it and seeing it were two totally different things. I was torn in two where she was concerned. I'd longed for her for too goddamn long to just walk away from marking her tender flesh with my scent. She needed to know that she belonged to me, and our relationship moving forward or not would solely be my decision.

  It had to be. Her life was at stake simply because of the idea of us being together. My father would never accept her. Or anyone for that matter.

  I got on my bike and took the long way to the library, letting the chilly November wind blow through my hair. It would be snowing before too long, and some part of me looked forward to it. It felt clean, alive, whole. All the things I struggled to find inside of myself anymore.

  My father had accepted the idea of bringing Cole on board with the syndicate, though I still wondered what would cause a man to offer his services to us. We usually had to force compliance upon anyone we wanted to work with. Digging into his story was something I planned to do the minute I had the chance to.

  The parking lot at the campus library was packed, which was never a good sign. It was hard enough to find a place to hide out and read when it was empty, but no doubt I'd be recognized by ten people. My family was too well-known not to. Of course, everyone had it backward. We were pillars of the community, my father's a loving, giving individual. It was sickening to ponder on too long.

  I pushed the door open and walked into the familiar smell of old books. Breathing in deeply, I glanced over at the front desk, hoping to find my girl. The crabby old woman that gave Grace hell all the time looked up, sneered and glanced back down.

  "Welcome to the library," her voice rang out.

  Ignoring her, I jogged up the three flights of stairs in front of me and picked up the World War II novel I'd started the week before. Books were my only reprieve and a secret one. Should someone from the syndicate find out that I spent half my days reading, I'd never hear the end of it.

  Leaning back, I lifted the book to my face and read through a few lines before looking up. I could feel someone's eyes on me. Grace.

  Her dark hair was down around her shoulders, her soft pink lips lifted in a knowing smile. She was mine, and she was well aware of the fact.

  I smiled despite myself. Her long black skirt and frilly button up white blouse made her look like a stand-in for George Washington’s wife, but she did that shit on purpose. Under her antiquated clothes was a tiny little lace bra and panties that barely covered her pussy. It was all for me, though. She knew it, and I did too.

  My dick twitched in my jeans before growing thick and hard. She didn't have to do much more than show up, and I was itching for carnality.

  I licked at the side of my mouth and let my eyes run down her slowly. When I returned my gaze to her pretty face, her cheeks were pink. Beautiful.

  She wanted me to deflower her, to open her up and show her how it felt to truly live, and I would, but on my own time. I needed to be sure I could protect her or walk away if needed.

  Glancing back down to my novel, I started to read again and worked to ignore her. The more I pushed her away, the closer she would come, but it was a game of cat and mouse. One that I wanted to last for a long time.

  "Hi." Her voice was soft as she stood before me. "Find everything you're looking for?"

  "Mmmhmmm." I glanced up and let her steal my heart with her big brown eyes and innocent smile. "Well, actually... I could use a little action, but I figure the war's coming up soon. So scurry off, miss. I'm busy."

  "What?" She smiled and reached for the book, pulling it down. "Did I tell you how much I hate you?"

  "Did you lick your fingers for me yesterday?"

  Her cheeks burned red as she glanced around and reached up to tug at the collar of her hideous blouse. "No. Stop it."

  "Well, that's not good is it?" I reached out and brushed my thumb over her lips as she lifted her eyes to lock onto mine. "Sounds like someone needs a spanking." I glanced around and bit my bottom lip before pressing her with a hard stare. "You wanna pick the table I bend you over or are you leaving that up to me, ‘cause I'd love it to be front and center. You're a beautiful woman. Let's show you off a little, hm?"

  "Erik." She moved in closer and giggled, nervously. "Come home with me tonight. Please? I'll make dinner, and you can bring your horrible history novel, and we'll hang out."

  "I'm only coming over if you plan on spreading your legs for me again. I wanna pop that cherry inside of you." I leaned in and gripped the side of her face, brushing my nose by hers. I loved the way her breath caught, as if she were expecting something intimate from me there in the library.

  How badly I wanted to kiss her.

  "What? I don't know if I'm ready for that."

  "Then no." I kissed the tip of her nose and moved back, lifting my book back up.

  "Seriously? I'm offering dinner and... and..."

  I glanced up. "And your pussy for me, Grace. That's what I'm asking for. If it's a no-go, then scurry off and get back to work." I glanced back down, knowing I'd pissed her off. It was all part of the game. She'd play it, or I'd walk, and life would go back to normal.

  "Erik."

  "Shhhh... I'm reading, Kitten." I flipped the page and leaned back, resting against the cold marble pillars. "If I were interested in dinner, what are you cooking?"

  "I'm not cooking. Forget I said anything." She let out a soft huff and spun on her heel, walking away in a hurry.

  I smiled, unable to help myself. She'd be back to gather me up after she realized what she was giving up for the night. I could hold back as long as it took. Hearing her come on the phone the day before had been more than enough to hold me over until she offered herself up to me, to be my toy, to do anything I demanded of her.

  Until then she was left to her own devices for pleasure, and me mine.

  Chapter 10

  Grace

  I paced the floor in the bathroom at the library, my heart racing in my chest. I wanted to give Erik my virginity. I knew he played a good game, but once he got me alone, I had no doubt that he would take care of me. He'd made me feel things in the last few days that I never expected to feel my whole life.

  I was falling in love.

  "Who the fuck are you kidding? You're already in love." I leaned forward and applied a thin coat of red lipstick. My clothes were ridiculous, but he seemed to find it humorous. Asshole. He knew why I wore them. I could see it all over his smug face.

  I wanted to call Jenna so badly, but I knew she would force me to walk out of the library alone that night. There was no way I was letting that happen. I almost had him in my bed, and though it might only be for a night, I wanted it... bad.

  "You can do this." I narrowed my eyes and jerked back as the restroom door opened and Nelly walked in. She gave me an odd sideways glance and closed the door to the stall she entered. I thought the moment was over. I wasn't that lucky.

  "You do realize that when you're on the clock, you're supposed to use the restroom and get back to work. None of this dilly dallying stuff you seem to enjoy so much." Her voice was filled with disgust as the sound of her peeing filled the air.

  "Right. Thanks." I walked to the door and slipped out into the hallway as quickly a
s possible. Gross. We'd worked together for a long time, but hearing her pee was out!

  "You look like you're in a hurry to get somewhere." Erik's voice caught my attention, and I glanced up, finding him at the top of the stairs as if he were waiting to go down.

  "My shift is over." I walked toward him and tried to still my beating heart. It amazed me how quickly he affected me. Every part of my body wanted me to move in closer, to reach out and grab hold of him. It was disturbing and new.

  "Oh yeah? Going home to cook dinner for George?" He winked and jogged down the stairs.

  I took off after him, trying hard not to trip over my skirt. Maybe it was a little too long for my own good.

  "I'm really a good cook."

  He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and I ran into his back, yelping and reaching up to grab his shoulders. He spun around and smiled down at me as I pressed my hands to his thick chest.

  "You know I want more than food, kitten."

  "Fine. You can have anything you want. Just come with me." I brushed my thumb over his nipple and took a shaky breath as I gazed up into his dark eyes. "Please."

  "You're not too proud to beg, are you?"

  "I've never begged for anything, but I might be willing to with you." I hated how quickly I put myself in a subservient position with him.

  "How many men have you dated, Grace?" He said my name with a hint of agitation.

  "None." I moved around him. "I have other things to keep me busy."

  "Like stacking books?" He opened the door to the library and gave me a cocky grin.

  "It's better than what you do for a living. At least mine are books, not bodies."

  He grabbed my arm and pulled me back roughly. "Hush. You don't get to talk about what I do in public. You think you know me, baby girl, but you don't. It's dangerous even walking on the same fucking side of the street as me."

  I jerked my arm from his grasp. "I'm making clam linguine and salad for dinner. I live at-"