Saved by the Doctor

by Ivy Wonders

  Strolling into the dining room, I heard Alex’s voice coming from the kitchen on the other side of it, “And some red wine, too, Rudy. I’m off this weekend and want to get this relaxation started.”

  Just as I was about to take a seat, Alex came in, his eyes going wide and running up and down my body. “You look…” he stopped talking and just looked at me. “Amazing.”

  I ran my hand down my side, letting it rest on my hip. The dress had a vintage look: simple, brown, and just above my knees. The V-neckline plunged lower than anything I’d ever worn before. But it still wasn’t anywhere near as daring as the things my roomies would wear. “You like?”

  He nodded, then came over to me, pulling my chair out, then pushing it back in. I felt his body heat beside me.

  “Your text said Tabby had gone to sleep already. If that’s the case, then we shouldn’t mess up this larger dining area. Shall we go to the lounge for dinner? It’s smaller, less for the staff to clean up.”

  “If you’d like.” I’d never been in the lounge. There were so many rooms I’d never seen in this mansion.

  When he took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, I felt a shiver run through me. “I would like that very much.” He led me to the kitchen first. “Rudy, we’ll be dining in the lounge this evening.”

  “Yes, sir,” the chef said, then went back to work.

  Off we went to the lounge, and when Alex pushed open the door, I thought I was in a small tavern. An ornate wooden bar ran along the far wall. When he flipped a switch, the lights above it came on, making the tons of glass bottles filled with different alcohols glisten.

  Three small tables were placed around the dimly lit room. He went to one, pulled out a chair and moved me into it. Then he took the chair across from me. “Looks like you’ve made plans for tonight.”

  “I’m going to see my old roommates after dinner.” A flicker of disappointment crossed his icy blue eyes. “Unless you need me to stay home. I didn’t even think to ask if you had plans. How rude of me. I won’t go. It’s not a big deal.” I felt like an idiot for not asking him.

  “No. You can go, Ky.” He looked up as one of the chef’s assistants came in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, along with a cheeseboard. “Thank you, Delia.”

  She filled the glasses with a smile, then left us alone again. I took a sip of the wine. My nerves were unsteady, and I needed something to help calm them. “Okay, I’ll go then. If you have nothing to do tonight.”

  Silent, he looked at me as if he wanted to say something more, then just smiled. “I have no plans, Ky. Just a quiet evening at home.”

  It almost sounded like he’d be lonely. He wouldn’t even have Tabby to hang out with since she was in bed already. “What will you do here, all alone?”

  Shrugging, he said, “Probably watch some television.”

  “That’s all we were going to do to.” I didn’t want to leave him home by himself for some reason. The thought of him sitting alone, watching TV made me feel sort of sad. “How about I stay home and watch something with you? I’ll look up some fun cocktail recipes and make something. You’ve got just about everything a bartender could possibly need. It’ll be fun. Have you ever watched Vampire Diaries?”

  Shaking his head, his soft voice sent chills through me, “No. You sure you want to spend your Friday night with me?”

  “Yeah.” The truth was, I was getting pretty excited about it. “I wanted to find out how you like your new job anyway.” I picked up a piece of cheese to nibble on and found him smiling at me.

  “I like my new job just fine.” He mirrored me, picking up a chunk of cheese, too. “And I like that you’re finally eating in front of me without coaxing.”

  My cheeks heated with shame. “To be honest, I was starving myself for reasons unknown. That’s dumb—and immature, childish, etcetera.”

  “You were overwhelmed by everything.” He patted the back of my hand that I rested on the table near my glass of wine. “You never expected to get this job.”

  “No, I did not.” Everything felt like a shock to me, including this visceral attraction I had for him. “I’m getting used to things now. My appetite has come back.”

  “I’m glad.” His hand stayed on mine. “And how do you like taking care of Tabby? Be honest. It can’t be as great as you make it seem to be.”

  “It is that great.” I always had a lot of fun with the little girl. “I’ve fallen in love with your daughter, Alex. She’s such a great kid. I wake up, ready to see her. It’s crazy, but I do. And when I put her to bed early tonight because she was so worn out, I actually missed her company afterward.” I looked him directly in his gorgeous eyes. “Thank you for this opportunity. I had no idea I could feel this way.”

  “Yeah, me neither.” He took a drink of his wine. “So, tell me about yourself, Ky.”

  “There’s not much to tell.” I hadn’t done much with my personal life. “I’ve worked at the grocery store since I was sixteen. I went to a community college after graduating from high school. I sold my car to pay for my classes instead of getting into debt with student loans.”

  “Smart move.” He finally took his hand off mine. “I went into the Navy. That’s who paid for my medical degree. My father urged me to join after graduation from high school. I had gotten into some bad habits, drinking, smoking pot. He figured that it might benefit me, and it did. Funny how he and the rest of my family are making money from selling pot nowadays.”

  “They do? Where?”

  “Colorado. Where it’s legal.” He cocked his head as if thinking about something. “When I take Tabby to see them next month, you’ll meet them.”

  He’s taking me to meet his parents?

  Of course, he is. You work for him, taking care of his kid, you fool!

  “That’ll be cool.” I took a sip of wine. “What was it like in the Navy? I’ve always wondered about that. Were you ever in a battle?”

  “I saw some action.” He unbuttoned his white shirt, making my breath catch in my throat. His muscular pec began to peek out, and then he exposed it completely, showing me an incredible tattoo of an anchor. “I got this in Thailand to commemorate those days.”

  My pussy got wet just by looking at that massive pec. Can I touch it? “That must’ve been something.”

  “It was.” He left his shirt open and picked up the wine glass. My eyes went to his bicep as it flexed with the action. “Sometimes I have nightmares that I never left the military, and this life is nothing more than a delusion.” He put the glass down. “And when Rachelle got sick, then died, I prayed that was nothing more than a dream.”

  “But you’ve stayed rational for your daughter.”

  Nodding, he looked down. “Yeah. She’s all I’ve got.”

  He deserves more. So much more.

  Chapter 7

  Alex

  Sitting there with my shirt open in front of Ky wasn’t a thing I planned on doing. I couldn’t even blame the wine since I’d only taken a couple of sips before doing it.

  Feeling a little embarrassed, I buttoned up my shirt, and I was glad to see the meal being served as Delia came in with our plates. “Steak and lobster.”

  Ky was taken aback. “Oh, wow!”

  Her happy expression did things to my heart. “I called Rudy this afternoon, thinking you’d like this.”

  She looked at me with even more astonishment. “You did this for me?” Her hand on her chest had me taking a quick glance at the cleavage she’d never displayed before. It made my mouth water.

  “Yes.” I wanted something extravagant for Ky’s dinner and made the call. “I figured you hadn’t had a lot of surf and turf in your life.”

  “I have not.” She eyed the plate hungrily. “Thank you so much, Alex.”

  It made me happy to see her digging into her food. We ate every last bit, then went to the media room to watch some television. Ky took the baby monitor out of the pocket of her dress, placing it on the table next to the chair she’d t
aken.

  “You’ve got a natural instinct with children, Ky. I never thought about carrying around a baby monitor with me. Whenever Tabby went to sleep, I found myself trapped in her room to hear her if she woke up. I’ve slept more nights on that girl’s floor than I care to think about.”

  “Well, good thing I’m here now.” She saw the remote on the table and reached out to get it. The curve of her hip caught my eye when she leaned over to hand it to me as I took the chair next to hers. “Here you go.”

  “So, Vampire Diaries, huh?” I turned on the huge flat screen that hung on the wall. “Is that on Netflix?”

  “Yes.” She took her heels off, then curled her legs under herself, getting comfy. “Oh, I almost forgot to pour us my apple martinis.” She jumped up to go to the tray she’d brought. Before leaving the lounge, she’d mixed up a batch of the cocktail and had grabbed a couple of martini glasses, too.

  I found the show she wanted and asked, “Can I start it from the beginning?”

  “Of course.” She came back, handing me a glass. “Here you are.”

  I took a sip. “Mm. Apple-ish.”

  “Yes, it is.” She took her seat again, and I looked at her with desire. I’d never gotten total control over my appeal for her and began to wonder if I ever would.

  After binge-watching three episodes, I saw Ky beginning to nod off, and I called it a night. We walked upstairs together, and it almost felt like we’d gone on a date. “I had fun tonight, Ky.”

  “Me, too.” She stopped in front of the door to her suite with a smile. “I’m glad I stayed home.”

  “Me, too.” The urge to kiss her nearly overwhelmed me as we stood there, just outside of her bedroom. I imagined me taking her inside and laying her down on the bed, peeling her clothes away from her curvy body. “Good night then.”

  “Good night.” She went into her room, softly closing her door, and I looked down to see my cock growing inside my jeans. “Shit.”

  Heading to my room a few doors down, I went to take a hot shower. I hadn’t self-pleasured myself in a while, and my balls begun to ache. The need to release along with my built-up desire for Ky had me ditching my clothes in record time and lathering up my hands in the shower for a steamy fantasy starring Ky.

  Her smooth skin under my hands, her lips pouty and full, the feel of her nails grazing down my back—it all made chill bumps rise on my flesh.

  I could still smell her sweet scent as I touched myself, pretending it was her. “Ky, my sweet little Ky, what you do to me is insane.”

  Tilting her face up to mine, her lips parted, then I took them with a slow, burning kiss that made my cock even harder. Her tongue moved around mine, tempting me to kiss her more.

  Clinging to her naked body, I forced my tongue deeper into her mouth, testing her gag reflex, hoping she’d suck my cock. She took the hint, pulling her mouth away from mine, and then sliding her body down until she landed on her knees, her beautiful face on the same level as my erection.

  Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip of the massive serpent that yearned for her attention. Her soft hands glided down my shaft, then back up again. Pressing her lips to the tip once more, she opened them, licking it over and over as she stroked me.

  I had to lean back on the warm tiled wall of the shower, letting the water cascade over my face as she licked me into a frenzy of desire, lust, and passion. “Suck me off, baby.”

  Her mouth opened wide to let me in. The heat of it enveloped my hard cock, then she moved her head forward until I felt the back of her throat touching the head of my pulsing appendage.

  “Deeper, baby. Take me deeper.” I ran my hands through her hair, tangling them in as I moved her head to suit me. “Suck me, baby.”

  Her mouth felt magical as I moved her head back and forth. Every part of my body was on fire for her. I wanted to bury my cock deep in her soaked pussy so badly, but first, she’d taste my seed, swallow it all, and then beg me for more.

  Moving one hand a bit, she cupped my balls, tenderly massaging them as she sucked my cock with equal gentleness. Her pretty head looked fantastic as it bobbed in front of me.

  My breathing grew ragged as I watched her take me all in. Then my cock jerked in her mouth, and I groaned as I ejaculated in it. She drank it all before pulling her mouth off me, leaving me a helpless puddle of the man I’d been. “Alex, I want you inside of me now.”

  “Oh, yeah!” I took her by the shoulders, turning her around and then pushing her down until she was on all fours. Then I rammed my hard dick into her from behind, making her whimper.

  I fucked her hard and fast. Her hard breaths and soft moans of pleasure filled my ears. Her sweet voice interjected, “Fuck me, Alex. Please fuck me harder.”

  Going harder, I heard the slapping of our flesh as I showed her who she belonged to. “You’re mine, Ky. Only mine.”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Yours. I am yours, Alex. Only yours.”

  Moving faster and harder, I felt her insides begin to quake around my cock, then I let her have it as she climaxed, and I did, too. “Mine!”

  Panting, I leaned my head on the shower wall, my body spent. It was good, but not what I knew it could be with the actual woman. A woman who was right under my roof—only a feet away from me.

  Grabbing a towel, I dried off, then went to bed, not bothering to put on pajamas. If Tabby woke up, Ky would tend to her.

  Ky had come into my home and life and become the closest thing to a mother my daughter ever had. Rachelle hadn’t been able to do much since she’d gotten sick only months after Tabby was born. She couldn’t be a mother to her or a wife to me.

  As I lay in my bed, one I never shared with my wife, I thought about the reality of my situation. I hadn’t had sex with a woman in nearly three years.

  Was my attraction to Ky only because she was the first women to be around me for any real length of time? Or was it a legitimate magnetism?

  Ky was wonderful. She was like an angel sent from Heaven for both me and Tabby. Maybe it wasn’t right for me to have sexual fantasies about the young woman. I didn’t know for sure—but I felt helpless to stop them.

  That hadn’t been my first fantasy about Ky. I had plenty of them since she’d come to work for me. And I had many dreams featuring her, too—dreams where she and I weren’t employer and employee, but much more.

  Can Ky ever be what she is to me in my dreams? Do I even have the right to ask her for more than she’s already given?

  Thirteen years separated us. Were there too many years to move on my attraction? Was it right of me to make a play for the young woman when she worked for me?

  Something told me it wasn’t. I needed some space from her for a while. I needed to leave, to get away and clear my head.

  It had been so damn long since I lived with a woman. And living with Rachelle hadn’t been the same as living with a wife.

  I’m starved for affection. That must be it.

  It wasn’t right to seek it from the young woman who took care of my little girl, either. I needed to find that elsewhere.

  Don’t I?

  So what if Ky seemed like the perfect woman? She was young, gorgeous, and innocent. At least she seemed to be innocent. She didn’t act like most women her age. She never flirted, never showed off more skin than necessary.

  Ky has to be a virgin.

  Then my cock twitched with the thought. There’s a virgin in your home, buddy. We should definitely tap that.

  Pulling the blanket up, I gave my meddling appendage a scowling glare. “How dare you talk about Ky that way. She’s not some tramp you know.”

  And now I’m talking to myself out loud.

  I put the blanket down, willing my cock to stop torturing me. Ky being a virgin shouldn’t have mattered to me anyway.

  She offered no information on her sex life. She’d never come-on to me. So why was I entertaining the thought that she might be an innocent young woman who I could ravage and ruin for other men, making her mine and mine
alone?

  When did I become such an animal?

  I really needed to get out of town for a while. Putting some space between us would be the right thing to do. That’s all I needed: some space and time to get myself back under control.

  At this rate, I’d be banging on Ky’s door in no time, begging her to let me bury my cock in her sweet, innocent pussy.

  Good Lord, Alex!

  Chapter 8

  Ky

  When I woke up the next morning, I found Tabby’s bed empty, which scared me to death. Running to bang on Alex’s door, I found the maid in his room, cleaning it. “Do you know where Alex and Tabby are?”

  “They left early this morning. I saw them when I came in,” Bernadette told me. “He said they’re going to Spokane to see the baby’s grandparents.” She pulled something out of the pocket of her apron. “He said to give this to you.”

  I took the white envelope out of her hand, then went back to my suite, opening it as I walked away. The note said Alex had made a quick decision to take Tabby to see his wife’s parents. They’d be back on Sunday night. I had the weekend off and could use any of the cars I wanted to while they were gone.

  The night before had been so nice that I thought we might do more things together that weekend.

  Going to sit on the sofa in the living area of my suite, I decided to go out with my friends that night. I had to get my mind off Alex. And I already missed Tabby.

  Calling up Carla, I tried to get back into my own life. “You’re up early,” she answered my call.

  “Yeah,” I said. “You want to hang out today and maybe go out tonight?”

  “Whoa! Am I dreaming?” she asked with shock in her voice. “You want to go out?”

  “Yes. My boss took his daughter to see her grandparents for the weekend, and I’m bored. I’ve never gone out with you girls. Maybe it’s time. It’ll be my treat. We can even go to that salon and get them to gussy us up.”