Doctor Feelgood: (A Bad Boy Doctor Novel)

by Weston Parker

  "I know where you live, Grace." He walked past me toward the parking lot, never looking back.

  I'd felt like an idiot quite a few times in my life, but that was the worst by far. Had I really thought he would stop what he was doing and come have dinner with me? I was more than willing to open my body to him, and we both knew it, but why couldn't it start with something simple. Less frightening? Like dinner?

  "Fuck you too," I whispered and walked around the building to my car.

  I drove home in silence, forcing myself to work through the details of the upcoming library event instead of pondering on my stupidity.

  ****

  The darkness in my apartment wasn't at all comforting as I unlocked the door and walked in. Erik was right. Knowing him was dangerous, and here I was, spouting loudly about him killing people on the stairs of a public library.

  "No wonder he doesn't want anything to do with you." I dropped my purse and keys by the door and walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt and slipping my skirt over my legs until it hit the ground. I reached up and ran my fingers through my hair as I flipped on the light in my bedroom and screamed.

  "What? I got here first." Erik shrugged and gave me a sexy smile. "You didn't really think I was going to pass up pasta did you?"

  "Get out." I covered my breasts with one arm and my panties with my free hand. "You made me feel like an idiot. I can handle a lot, but not-"

  "Not happening." He got up and crossed the room like a hungry lion, his eyes running down my body, his voice deep, ominous. "Dinner can happen later."

  "Erik. I'm serious. I can't do this." I reached for him as he picked me up and pressed me to the wall beside my bedroom door. The thick press of his hard body against mine was bliss, but nothing compared to his strong hands running down my sides, cupping the bottom of my ass and playing with the edge of my panties.

  "You're not doing anything but what comes naturally to you, Grace. Stop thinking so goddamn much. Lust is power. Use it, kitten." He brushed his nose up the length of my neck and ground into me. "Feel how hard you make me? You get to relieve me of that tonight. I'm going to open up every sweet part of your tight little body and mark it as my own."

  "Fuck," I whined and pressed my mouth to the side of his neck as he ran his fingers down my soft skin, dipping into my wetness and rolling his hips as he held me against the wall. "I hate you for making me want this so bad."

  "No you don't, and you don't want this." He chuckled low in his chest and walked to the bed, dropping me roughly on my back. "You want me." He reached down and tugged at the front of my bra until my nipples peeked above the lacy white material. "So beautiful, angel." He ran his thumbs over my buds and squeezed softly while licking his lips.

  "Erik. I don't know if I'm ready for this. I want you, but..." I closed my eyes and lifted my chin as indecision raced through me. Whores opened their legs for strange men. I was quickly becoming one, or so my mother would have classified me.

  "Open your eyes and watch me, Grace." He reached down and squeezed the base of my throat as my eyes fluttered open. He had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He was going to love me and leave me. And if I were anything like my mother, I'd get pregnant the first time.

  "Do you have a condom?" My voice was nothing more than a scared whisper.

  "Of course I do." He smiled and leaned over the top of me, pressing his body against mine. "Relax. I love to tease you because you let me. If you were a little more aggressive with me-"

  "You wouldn't put up with that." I wrapped my legs around his taut waist and reached up to run my fingers down his short black beard, letting the hairs tickle my fingers. "I want to kiss you so bad." I licked my lips and searched his eyes for an invitation, finding none.

  "I already told you the rules." He kissed the tip of my nose and moved down my chest, licking at my breasts as he pulled my hands far above my head and gripped my wrists tightly. "Keep your hands up here. Tonight's my night. Got it?"

  His steely gaze bore deep inside of me, and I nodded, too scared to speak. I had no clue how childish or spooked I might sound. I was having trouble breathing as it were.

  "Don't hurt me," I whispered roughly as he glanced back up from licking at my stomach.

  "That's not something you have to worry about." He moved down and licked at the sides of my panties, dipping his tongue into my center and groaning low in his chest. "I'd never hurt you."

  "Good," I whimpered and dropped my knees fully to the side. "I wish I were more experienced."

  "I don't." He moved down on his knees at the bottom of the bed and pulled my panties off slowly, his eyes locked onto my body. "This is my moment to have, my gift to unwrap."

  A soft sigh left me as he ran a strong hand up my stomach, through my breasts and cupped my face. His free hand cupped my mound while he moved his fingers back and forth until they were nestled against my entrance.

  His lips were soft against my hip as he bathed me with his tongue.

  A moan rolled off my tongue as one of his thick fingers pressed into my heat, opening me. "I'm scared."

  "Don't be." He glanced up and smiled, his dark demeanor fading a little.

  He captured my heart as he moved back up my body and laid beside me, curling around me as he pumped his middle finger in and out of my body.

  "Please kiss me." I turned to face him and touched the side of his face.

  "Tell me if I hurt you, Grace." He pressed another finger inside of me and leaned down brushing his nose by mine. "I wanna taste every inch of you, but first we start here."

  I moaned loudly and closed my eyes, turning away from him and trying to assess if I were lost in pleasure or pain. "It's too much."

  "No, it's not, baby. You're more than ready for my cock, Grace." He licked the side of my throat and nipped at my ear. "Let me open you up, kitten."

  "Erik," I cried out and reached for him as he moved down the bed, stood up and pulled his shirt off. He turned to face me as he worked his jeans over his hips and ran his hand down the length of his cock.

  "Like what you see?" He smiled and tore the rubber packet open with his teeth. "We're gonna wedge all nine inches inside you tonight."

  "No." I sat up and reached for him. "I'm not ready."

  "You’re ready when I say you are, kitten." He leaned down and brushed his fingers down the side of my face. "Fuck, you're beautiful. You almost make my heart stop every time I see you." He crawled onto the bed with me, forcing me back. Soft tanned skin stretched across miles of thick muscle, captivating me as I ran my hands down his side and around his back to squeeze his ass.

  "You're a liar," I mumbled against his chest and glanced down the line of our bodies as he lifted up. There was no way in hell he was fitting inside of me. No way.

  "I'm a lot of things." He took his cock in his hand and brushed the thick head through my folds, teasing me as I jerked beneath him. "But a liar ain't one of them."

  "Wait." I gripped his shoulders as my breathing got off. "What if I can't do this?"

  He laughed and pressed into me a little before laying down and kissing the side of my face up to my ear. "You're already doing it, Grace. I feel like a fucking teenage boy again. I'm almost shaking, baby."

  "You are not." I laughed and clenched as he pressed in deeper. The battle between pleasure and pain started deep inside of me.

  "Grace. Relax and let me in." He rocked forward, and I cried out in pain. "Shhhh..." He brushed my hair back. "Wrap your legs around my waist and stop waiting for something horrible to happen. I'm being careful this time. Take advantage of it."

  I closed my eyes and let out a long exhale as he pushed in farther, his hips bumping against mine as he groaned low in his chest. "I want you so bad. I want to be so good for you."

  "You're so deliciously tight, pretty girl." He brushed my hair from my forehead and rocked deep inside of me as I tried to catch my breath. "Grace. Open your eyes and look at me. I wanna watch you come."

  "I can't come. It
's too much." I tensed again before the soft press of his lips against mine forced everything to dissipate.

  I moaned and opened my mouth as his tongue slid along mine. The delicious taste of him was enough to melt me. I rolled my hips and reached up to clasp the back of his head, running my nails through his hair as he pulled his thick cock from me and forced it in again.

  Pleasure bubbled in my stomach as he made love to my mouth and body, his own willingness to sacrifice comfort met with my own.

  I wanted more. Faster like he'd done with his fingers.

  "More," I whimpered against his lips.

  "Good girl." He licked at my mouth and lifted up to press in deeper as I let out a long groan. "Come for me, baby." He moved to his knees and gripped my legs, pulling them up as he used long, slow strokes to force me toward orgasm.

  "Oh fuck," I turned my face to the side and gripped the sheets as the world exploded, leaving me to cry out in long screams as my body shook. I'd experienced a few orgasms before, but nothing like this.

  "Hell yeah, Grace." He pressed his body against mine and reached down between the bed and me, cupping my ass and fucking me harder and faster as he tucked his face against my neck. "I'm not gonna last. You're too tight, kitten."

  I love you, sat on the tip of my tongue, but I pursed my lips and held him tightly to me, rubbing his back as he cried out and emptied himself inside of me.

  "So good," I whispered against the side of his face, hoping that he would turn and kiss me.

  "Perfect. You're so damn perfect." He moved up and ran his thumb over my cheek before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. "Your body belongs to me. No one else touches it. Not ever. You understand?"

  The promise of pain in his eyes mixed with the darkness in his voice scared me a little.

  "I understand." I reached up and touched the side of his handsome face, pulling him into a long kiss. "Stay with me tonight."

  "No, Grace. I want your body, kitten. The rest is too dangerous." He kissed the tip of my nose and rolled off of me, walking to the bathroom and leaving a few minutes later.

  I got what I deserved. I'd danced with the devil, and he'd used me and left.

  And he would again and again and again.

  Chapter 11

  Erik

  I jerked around in my sleep, my skin sticky, my heart racing. My dreams had never been so bad. I wasn't even capable of telling that they were dreams anymore.

  "Where is she?" I glanced around the living room as my father stood over to the side of the room, his arms wrapped around his chest, his skin ghost white.

  "I don't know, son." He brushed his fingers over his mouth and walked out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

  Delaney was missing, her dolls all over the floor. A splattering of blood covered the floor beside the doll house, leaving me with one conclusion. Someone took her.

  Turning, I jogged out of the room and screamed at my father. My teenage voice wavered as emotions pounded against me.

  "Dad! What the fuck. There's blood on the floor. Where is she?" I screamed as my hands begin to shake.

  He glanced over his shoulder, his demeanor far too calm for the situation.

  "I told you. I don't know." He walked into his office and closed the door as the world grew dark around me.

  Someone had my sister. My sweet little sister who wouldn't hurt a fly or talk down to a flea.

  "Erik?" Her voice was thick as if there were something caught in her throat.

  "Delaney?" I turned and stiffened, my blood running cold. A young girl stood in a body bag, blood and black grime smeared from the inside. I couldn't make out her face, nor would I want to. I'd been there that day they pulled her out of the river.

  There was nothing left but hair, bone, and teeth.

  Bile rose in my throat as my voice broke. "Please don't do this to me. Please."

  "Why didn't you save me? You had two weeks. I was alive for two weeks while they abused me, Erik."

  "Stop!" I covered my hands over my ears as tears burned my eyes. It was a dream. It had to be a fucking nightmare. I turned to run and found myself knee deep in the river just beyond my house, the water icy cold. "No. Please. Fuck."

  Her body bobbed in the water just a few feet from me, her long silky hair matted and tangled. Her little arms were pale with splotches of skin missing.

  "God." I turned and ran out of the water, dropping to my knees as I vomited until my sides hurt. I'd been the one to find her, to first see her dead and decimated. "Please make it stop."

  My voice grew deep, my hands larger and I sat back on my heels. I wasn't a boy anymore, but a man. Had I been the man I was now, she never would have been taken. I could have saved her.

  A cry ripped from my throat, and I dug my hands into the dirt as anguish and disgust rolled over me in thick waves. I had no one left but the ghosts of those I loved and lost.

  "Erik." Soft, wet hands touched the side of my face, and I screamed and jerked up.

  "Fuck. Fuck." I got out of the bed and walked around my room, my body covered in sweat, my heart racing as if it were trying to get out of my chest. I'd had plenty of dreams about my sister over the last ten years, but none so vivid.

  My bedroom door opened and my father walked in. "Erik. What's going on?"

  "Bad dream." I reached for my pillow and covered my nakedness before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I was there again. At Delaney's death. It was horrible. Disgusting. I hate myself for leaving her that day. I knew something was off, Dad." I glanced up to receive the same stony look I always got from him.

  "There was nothing you could have done. Believe me." He let out a long sigh and glanced around the room. "Why are these dreams fucking with you so much now? Did something happen?"

  "No." I flopped back on the bed. "I'm fine. Seriously. Close the door behind you."

  He did, without another word. I needed to start staying at my own place. My father's house had too many demons, but it was closer to Grace's apartment, and I was so fucking weary the night before after leaving her place.

  Grace.

  Just the thought of her brought a warmth racing through my chest that scared me. I'd never been in love before.

  "And you're not now, pansy-ass." I chucked the pillow and got up to get dressed. She was a pretty set of tits and a fine ass to tap. Period.

  "You almost make my heart stop every time I see you." My voice echoed in my head from the night before. It was the truth, but saying it out loud made it that much more real. I had to walk away. I had to force myself to grow the fuck up. A man like me couldn't have a woman.

  "Or next time you're down in the river, it'll be your girl swimming with the fish just like they did your sister." I ran my hands down my face as fear filled me. I hadn't stopped looking for Delaney's murderer though the cops called it a pre-teen suicide and blamed it on us losing our mother the year before. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, and the part that nagged at my soul was that my father didn't fight, didn't look. He fucking gave up. Why?

  I dressed quickly and walked out into the hallway, making my way down to the large living room near the front of the house. I needed to get my mind off my nightmares and not have it move to me falling in love with Grace.

  I kissed her. Fuck me. I shouldn't have.

  Breaking my own rules meant I was in deep. How it happened, or when it happened was beyond me, but I had to reconcile it. I wasn't a boy anymore, and my lust and desires could fuck off if it meant keeping my girl safe.

  "You look like shit." Kane glanced up from eating something from a bowl. "That you screaming like a bitch down the hallway?"

  "Yeah. Let's have someone take the person that matters most to you, fuck her for weeks, cut her up and dump her remains in the river out by your house and see how you fare." I walked by him and popped the bowl, flipping the cereal all over his lap. "Fuck you too."

  "Erik. Come on, man. I didn't mean any of that. I just-"

  I flipped him off and w
alked to the breakfast bar in the kitchen, taking a seat. Lizzy was busy making eggs and bacon, the cute Swedish girl glancing over her shoulder and smiling brightly at me.

  "Morning. Want something to eat?" She turned and put a hand on her hip. My father had hired her a few years back, and we all remained respectful to her. She was a good woman... too good to be involved with a depraved bunch like we were.

  "No. I'm good." I ran my fingers through my hair and glanced over at Kane as he walked in. It was hard to ignore the desire in Lizzy's eyes when I was around her, but having Grace front and center in my mind helped. My father would cut off my feet if I touched his staff. I'd lost interest the moment I stepped foot in the library anyway.

  "Dude. I said I was sorry." Kane walked to the sink and tried to wash his shirt and pants off.

  "Something happen?" Lizzy glanced over at me, her long blond hair in a playful ponytail.

  "No. He's just being his usual dickish self. No biggie." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and let my animosity go.

  "We got a hit this morning." Kane glanced over his shoulder.

  "We?" I snorted. "Since when do we work together?"

  "It's one of the three guys that took money from your father. I did my research, and none of the assholes have the money to pay him back, so you're up. Grab your gun and let's get going."

  "Fine." I got up, grabbed my gun from my bedroom and met him outside a few minutes later. "Who are these clowns? Did they know they were stealing from us?"

  "Hell no. They're just college idiots." He got into his side of the car and buckled up.

  I took a deep breath, trying to let the stain of my dreams fade before getting in the car beside him. It was going to be a long fucking day having to deal with Kane and ignore Grace.

  ****

  "Dude. I swear we didn't know." The guy couldn't be more than twenty-two or so. "We were in a sticky situation and-"

  "Where's the money, mother fucker?" I lifted my gun as we stood in a back alley in the middle of the day. Getting caught wasn't my concern. Getting finished was.