Surviving Doctor Vincent: The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 2

by Renea Mason

  “Look at me.”

  I turned my head slowly toward him. Marco was always so easy to be around.

  He placed his lips on mine in a soft kiss. “No matter what happens. I’m here for you.”

  “Thanks.”

  Another quick kiss, he stood, and then exited the lobby.

  * * *

  I knocked. Marco opened the door to the hotel room, and greeted me with a big smile, one I didn’t return.

  Sebastian busied himself with a laptop at the desk in the corner. He stopped typing as soon as he saw me enter the room. Bursting out of his seat, he hurried toward me, and captured me in a suffocating hug. He kissed me on top of the head. “I think Marco and I could use some coffee. We’ve got a lot to do today. We’ll be back.” His gentle hand rubbed my back before the two exited the room, leaving me alone with Xavier.

  On the other side of the half-wall, the doctor sat hunched over at the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

  A spike of anger increased my pulse, but when he looked up at me, his eyes red, the part of me that knew he was as much a victim in all of this as I was, pulled me to him.

  I padded toward him and stopped at his feet. As angry as I had been with him, those people had to be stopped. I needed answers. Nothing made sense. How was I even involved?

  “I’m not going to lie, what I saw in the council room frightened me. I did trust you Xavier, but I also trusted my father. Just like him, I saw someone different standing at that table in your place the other night. Someone capable of things I can’t even imagine. Capable of taking my love and turning it into some sick depravity. I’m tired of being the fool.”

  He cinched his arms around my waist and urged me to him. “What you saw was an act. Nothing more. I derived no pleasure from your fear. Including you was a necessity, however. Monica, my sister, Victoria England’s second child, has been feeding me information about the council. Victoria confides in her. She warned me about how she deals with subjects that aren’t created by them. Mostly, because it threatens her validity. I anticipated her reaction. I don’t know how much I can trust Monica, but her insights have all panned out. She told me Victoria was my birth mother. I wasn’t the least bit shocked when Victoria made her little announcement.”

  “You could have told me.”

  He nestled his head against my chest. “I debated, but wasn’t sure what would happen. I figured if you just trusted that I knew what I was doing, you’d follow along as I improvised. I prepared for the worst, but hoped the night would never come to that. They are far more devious than I expected.” He pushed down on my hips, urging me to kneel on the floor in front of him, between his legs. “Elaine...”

  “What?”

  He combed his hands through my hair. “I’m so sorry.” The sorrow in his voice started to break down the fortress I had built to protect me from him again. His hand cupped my cheek. “How can I make it up to you? I’ll do anything. The look in your eyes as the usher carried you out of the room... Until that moment, I wasn’t sure if your reaction was an act or not. I knew then, I’d screwed up. That I needed more than your declared faith and trust. That I may have lost you forever, and there was nothing I could do. I hoped that Marco could salvage the situation. Tell me... Anything... I’ll do anything.” He buried his face in my neck, encasing me in his arms; he slid off of the bed and onto his knees in front of me, forcing me back against the wall.

  I didn’t know how to answer him. Could things ever be the same? Could I get over the terror my heart felt when I thought he’d betrayed me?

  He tugged me closer, enveloping me with his body. “We can leave. New identities. Forget it all. Move to a remote island where they’ll never find us.” He let out a deep breath. “Alaska. We can move to Alaska with your sister. Forget all of this. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life proving to you I’m not that person. Please... You may think you gave yourself to me, but in truth, Elaine, you own me. All of me.” He squeezed me tight, and his body shook along with his breath when he exhaled.

  The first teardrop hit my collarbone, and my resistance crumbled. Perhaps he was a master manipulator, and I was damned to always be the fool. As hard as I worked to push my pain aside, I couldn’t help but feel his. I wanted to take the hurt away. Why did I always feel the need to save him from himself? All those times I wished I had the power to comfort him, to undo the wrongs perpetrated against him, how could I deny him when the only thing standing in the way was my own pain?

  “Xavier...”

  His hands rubbed up and down my back, while he buried his face in my hair, drowning his sobs in my auburn strands. The muffled gasps and inhalations escaped as he tried to mask the fact that he had been overcome.

  This wasn’t faked. This was the Xavier Vincent I knew. An undeniable intensity he wore like armor, but it blinded him in battle, for anything beyond his passion. Inside was a man who bled like any other when the blade struck the heart. “Xavier...”

  He wound his hand in my hair and cradled my head against his chest, gripping me like a small child might seek comfort in a doll or teddy bear. I was his anchor, but he was set adrift. His heart thudded in his chest, and his sobs echoed from the inside out.

  I spoke, hoping he could hear me through his storm. “Xavier, your intentions are always noble. But I need you to start considering me. Stop underestimating me. If you truly want forever, and that wasn’t an act, you need to stop thinking about what you can do for me and start thinking of us as one, not independently. If you think your job is to protect me, then that’s all you’ll do, and we’ll keep ending up here. I don’t need your protection, Xavier. I need your love. If you always love me as the first thing you do, all those other things will fall into place. I don’t want a keeper. I want a companion, boyfriend, a lover...a husband, whichever you want to be.”

  He gripped my hair and pulled my head back gently, so he could look into my eyes. My heart broke when my hair, moistened with his tears, fell against my neck.. He was broken. It was more than I could handle. No matter how angry he made me, I wanted to save him. So I did exactly what I asked him to do and put my love of him first. “I love you, Xavier. Can you learn to love me?”

  “Oh, Elaine...” His mouth ravaged mine. He forced my mouth hard against his, devouring me, and I swallowed every whimper that escaped. He paused and held his cheek against mine. “Teach me. Teach me how to love you. I have so much inside for you. It overwhelms me and comes out all wrong. I’ve never been in love, Elaine. Love is so simple...” He brushed his lips along my ear. “Yet so complicated.”

  “It shouldn’t be. Love isn’t a puzzle. It isn’t a formula. It’s an element. Love either exists, or it doesn’t. When you try to change the essence by combining it with something else, you lose the original purpose.”

  “But Sebastian, I’ve seen you with him and there’s love, a different kind than with me.”

  “The source is the same. The heart isn’t limited in its capacity. Much like air, love seeps into everything. You each have different fractures on the surface and my love fills them naturally, without thought, without complication. Simply because it exists. If you have to overthink it, it’s not love.”

  He kissed my neck, allowing his lips to caress my skin with each one. “But every time I stop thinking... I feel like I’m going to lose myself in you.”

  “Then let go. Because if you truly love me, you’ll never be lost, you’ll always be home.”

  Giving him the words made me realize, I had been doing the same thing. I’d been afraid to lose myself in him. So many things terrified me about him, but the biggest was being consumed and losing my identity. I kept part of myself from him, when what we really needed was to go down in flames together.

  I lifted the bottom of his T-shirt as he captured my lips.

  When I bumped his chin with his shirt, he backed away, and raised his arms, helping to pull the cotton fabric over his head.

  I spread my hands
on his chest, running fingers over the planes underneath the light dusting of hair.

  He covered my hands with his, guiding them over his racing heart. “Have I told you how much I love your touch?”

  I smiled. “I don’t know if you’ve said those words exactly, but I’ve heard you moan my name.”

  He chuckled and slid the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers trailed to the clasp on my bra and unhooked it. With his arms around me, his breath heavy against my ear, I heard his plea, “Don’t ever leave me. I’ll be lost.”

  “Stop keeping me at a distance.”

  Slipping the straps off my arms, he allowed each breast to fall free and tossed my undergarment aside.

  “I’m trying, Elaine. I really am. It’s hard to feel something so intense and not react to everything regarding you with the same fervor.”

  I dragged his warm hand over my breast and savored the feel of his touch. “Then channel it into our lovemaking. I can take your intensity in the bedroom, but where it concerns our lives now, you either include me in everything or let me go.”

  His fingers massaged my breast while stroking his thumb across the nipple.

  “Letting you go isn’t an option.”

  “Then it’s an easy choice.”

  “That’s the thing, there is no choice. I can’t live without you. You make me a better person.” The tears returned to his eyes.

  “Shhhh...no more talking.” I touched a finger to his lips.

  He closed his eyes, forcing the last of the tears to fall.

  I glided my lips over his and breathed, “Love me. Let me feel how much you love me.”

  His passionate kiss consumed my breath. Large hands kneaded my breasts.

  He dipped his head. “Your beautiful nipples beg to be sucked.” His lips closed over the peak of one while his other hand caressed the other. His tongue circled the tight skin, causing me to moan and I arched my back, pressing his face into my soft flesh. He sucked and released, then licked the straining nub before starting all over again.

  “I could do this all day.” He moved to the other breast. The cold breeze from the air conditioning made the already sensitive skin painfully hard.

  The door beeped and opened. Xavier didn’t stop. His mouth worked magic.

  Sebastian and Marco stood in the doorway staring at Xavier’s performance. Marco mumbled, “Sebastian, close the door.” Neither one broke their intense scrutiny as the door closed with a click.

  Xavier gripped me and pulled me tighter against him, working my dress over my hips.

  Marco stalked toward us, watching Xavier’s frenzy. “Elaine, every night when I lay down, I stroke my cock, and you are the only thing that fills my mind—our time in Paris.” He knelt on the floor beside us, helping to pull my dress down my thighs until the material pooled on the floor. He ran one hand over my hip and squeezed my ass while the other cupped my breast.

  So erotic to watch both men lavish attention on me. Both sucking, both licking, stretching and kneading.

  I glanced at Sebastian, who reached down to adjust himself through his pants.

  I reached out my hand to him. “Come here.”

  “Elaine, as much as I...oh God, I want to...I have to be careful with these stitches.”

  Xavier’s hand cupped my sex before sliding a finger inside me.

  I gasped.

  Sebastian growled. “So sexy.”

  “Come closer. I’ll be gentle.” I was rewarded when he skirted the edge of the bed.

  My hips bucked against Xavier’s hand.

  I reached over and stroked Sebastian through his pants a few times.

  I arched away from Xavier, a loud pop filling the air when my nipple release from his hungry mouth. “I hope you don’t mind, my king, but tonight, I’m taking the director’s chair.” I brushed my lips over his. “What role would you like to audition for?”

  Something between a growl and groan left his throat with my words. “The one that fucks you senseless. I want to be inside you.” He kissed me fast and hard.

  “Sebastian, lie down on the bed.” He didn’t hesitate. With his injury, I needed to be creative.

  I had a suspicion about Marco’s preferred part. “And you Marco, what role would you like?”

  He reached around and squeezed my ass cheek. “I want whatever part that gives me the chance to bury myself in here. Your ass has been all I’ve been able to think about.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “It’s been the source of many sweet dreams.”

  “Under one condition.”

  “Nice to see you haven’t changed. I remember a rooftop in Paris where you made some serious demands.” He winked and slapped my ass.

  The moment of truth. “You have to help me suck Sebastian’s cock.”

  His mouth gaped open. “Someone’s been telling secrets.”

  Sebastian chimed in from the bed, fingers linked behind his head. “Best we get the subject out in the open.”

  I smiled at Marco. “So, what’ll it be?”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m just surprised he said something.”

  Sebastian laughed. “Elaine, you are a brilliant casting director.”

  I stood, and both men embraced me, hands everywhere. Lips on my face, my neck, my chest. As insecure as I had felt the night before, in that moment I felt powerful, safe. They were all mine.

  I pulled away from their touch and slinked to where Sebastian lay on the mattress. I lifted his shirt to check his wound. The bandage looked clean and new. “Are you sure your injury is OK?”

  He grabbed my arm and guided me to him. “Just be gentle with me.”

  I kissed him softly on the lips. “Always.”

  He smiled against my lips. “God, I hope not. When I’m healed, I’m going to tie you up and tease that beautiful pussy of yours until you’re on the brink of insanity. I’ll make sure you’re aching from need, and then I’ll let you loose on my cock. If I don’t walk away with bruises, I’ll be disappointed.”

  Stunned. I smiled. “You always have a plan, don’t you?”

  “Just one of many.” He propped himself up with a pillow and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his erection, hard and straining. “Now what was it you said about sucking my cock?” He gripped the straining shaft in his hand. “Oh, and Elaine...not to undermine the director, but might I make a suggestion?”

  “Sure, I’m open to new ideas.”

  “See, that’s what I love about you.” He kissed me.

  “First, I want to watch Xavier fuck you. The two of you need that moment together, only the two of you. But when he’s done...” He stroked his cock once and bit his lip. His cock twitched. “See what just thinking about you fucking him does to me.”

  “And?” I waited for him to finish his suggestion—anticipation building.

  “I want you on all fours over top of me. I want to suck and lick those beautiful tits while they dangle in my face. Marco can finally claim your ass while Xavier fingers your pussy. We’ll possess you all at once...and when you come, I want you to drench me. Because I want Marco to taste you and Xavier on my cock.”

  Marco laughed. “You are one kinky bastard. I love it.”

  Sebastian whispered to me. “He doesn’t know the half of what I have planned for him. So Madame Director, what do you think?”

  “It’s...” I kissed him. “Brilliant.”

  He pulled my head to him one more time. “I’m so glad you approve. Now go show Xavier how much you love him.” He was still gripping his cock as I turned away.

  Marco took a seat on the bed beside him.

  Xavier’s steel eyes focused on my every move while I closed in on him, his body hardening with want.

  I reached for his pants.

  He helped me unfasten them and then work them over his hips and down his legs.

  I grasped his cock in both my hands. “You are so beautiful.”

  He inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath. “I love when you
touch me.”

  “Good, because I love touching you. Feeling you hard for me. So silky and smooth. Lie down Xavier.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I want to show you that you’re forgiven.”

  Once on his back, I straddled him, gripping his cock in my hand, I placed him at my entrance and eased down his length.

  He moaned. “Oh, Elaine...fuck. You feel so good.”

  My face flushed red, my pussy wet and ready. I lunged forward on my arms and rocked my hips so that my sex glided up and down his erection.

  His hands cradled my hips helping set the rhythm I needed.

  Marco moved to the very edge of the bed, stood and removed his pants. He sat back down and fisted his cock. “I love this about our relationship. Elaine, you’re so beautiful when you fuck. Your face. Your red cheeks. The way you stare him in the eye. The way your tits bounce. Your little gasps that escape when he buries himself in your pussy. Knowing how much Xavier loves you just makes this hotter. Knowing I’m going to get to fuck you too makes me want to combust. God...” He groaned.

  Xavier needed some encouragement. “Xavier, do you know what I want?”

  “What?” His voice husky and rough as his pelvis rose to meet mine.

  “I want you to come inside me. I want my king to claim me.”

  He growled, “Fuck... Elaine.”

  Xavier needed the words. He needed the affirmation.

  “I love you, Xavier. I want you to fill me up. Hot and wet. So when Marco fucks my ass, you’ll be able to feel your release inside me, on your fingers. Watch your cum run down my leg and drip onto Sebastian’s cock. Evidence that your queen is freely given, and that you’ll always be first to stake your claim.”

  He thrust up into me hard. Gasping between each word. “Fuck... Oh, Elaine... I’m coming.”

  I concentrated and squeezed him hard with my muscles in rapid syncopation, milking all he had to give me.

  “Goddamn, Elaine...” He panted, eyes wide. “What are you doing? Fuck, so intense.”

  “Just making sure I get...” I bent and kissed him. “Every...last...” I squeezed him hard. “...drop.”

  His hands fell to the floor. He let out a long, contented sigh. “That was...was...fuck.” Another deep breath.