Dr. Good: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  I make a feint toward them, confirming my suspicion.

  They overreact and leap back, and then I sprint at them, making it look like I’m about to unleash a fury of fists.

  At the last second, I haul Derrick to his feet, grabbing him by his dirty black hair and dragging him backward.

  I spin him around, keeping my gaze on his men just in case they rediscover their courage.

  “Say sorry to my woman and my mother or I swear to God, you rat fuck, I’ll snap your neck.”

  Derrick emerges from his unconsciousness, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry. Oh, God. Please. Please. I’m sorry. Macie. I’m sorry. Lady, I’m sorry… alright? I shouldn’t have… please, it hurts so damn much.”

  I glance at my mother and Macie, who stand near the limo with their arms around each other.

  “It’s okay,” Macie says, meeting my eye. “Look at him. He’s pathetic. He’s not worth it.”

  The air comes alive with the sound of sirens, getting closer each second, so the limo driver must’ve called the cops.

  I nod and toss Derrick to the floor, leaning down and driving my knee into his back.

  “If you try to move, I’ll crush your fucking ribcage,” I snarl. “And if any of you bastards try to get past me, I’ll end you. Do you understand? I’ll fucking end you.”

  The men back up toward the other end of the alleyway, looking around for an escape, but the only way out is past me and there’s no damn way I’m going to let them anywhere near Macie or my Mom.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Macie

  We sit on the balcony at an hour before midnight, looking out over the glittering city below us. We’ve spent the last few hours with the police, giving our statements, and the officer assured us that Derrick and his men are going to be looking at serious jail time.

  I sit with Miller on one side of the glass table and Kayla sits on the other, holding herself with admirable poise considering everything she’s been through. I find myself studying her sharp features, her bright eyes, hoping I can carry myself like that one day.

  “I’m so sorry, Kayla,” I say for what must be the hundredth time.

  She reaches across the table and places her hand on mine, looking firmly into my eyes. “What did I say before, dear? This isn’t your fault. It’s his. And now, because of his own stupidity, he’s going to spend a long time in prison.”

  “She’s right,” my man says from beside me, his voice deep and husky, emanating a warmth that shrouds me and wraps me in loving arms.

  Loving arms, the thought strikes me hard.

  I can’t let myself get carried away with thoughts like these, but seeing the way he spun into action to defend us – the way the beast inside of him unleashed and turned him into a whirring weapon – I can’t help but feel hope that he feels the same.

  “Derrick is clearly a lunatic. He’s clearly got some very serious issues. You can’t blame yourself for what happened.”

  Kayla leans back with a sigh, taking a sip of her sparkling water and then aiming a mischievous gaze at us, first at me and then at her son.

  “What?” I laugh, and it feels so good to let out that short breath of air, to not let fear rule me like Derrick would’ve tried to do if he’d gotten his hands on me.

  “Mom, you know you’re just staring at us like a weirdo, right?” Miller says good-naturedly, his voice bantering and kind.

  “I know this may seem like a crazy thing to say considering the circumstances,” she murmurs, “but seeing the two of you together is making me one very happy lady indeed. I can see how much you want to be together. I can see how right this is.”

  “Are you sure that’s just sparkling water?” Miller chuckles, and then he grabs my hand and holds it tightly. “But you’re right. I want to be with Macie more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

  My chest blooms at his words and I squeeze his hand, the same way I squeezed his shoulder back there to let him silently know what I was planning. Relief thundered through me when he got my message. When he silently knew I was planning something because there was no freaking way I was going to let Derrick keep twisting Kayla’s arm like that.

  I turn to find Miller staring down at me, a subtle smirk on his lips, his eyes alight with carnality and belonging and the future we’re going to build together.

  “I’m going to go back to my apartment,” Kayla says, laying her glass down.

  “Mom, you don’t have to,” Miller says. “I’ve got more than one spare room. You’re welcome to stay here.”

  “I know I am,” she says with a wry smile. “But the last thing I want to do is get in the way of you two. And a woman my age needs her own space. Don’t fuss, Miller. You know my apartment’s security is the best money can buy. Plus Derrick and his friends are in jail now.”

  “Are you sure?” I say, stunned by the confidence in her voice considering everything that’s happened. “We really don’t mind if you want to stay here.”

  She stands, brushing down her dress in a dignified manner. “The police have offered to give me a ride home, remember? And they’ve even offered to put a car outside my building if I deem it necessary. I’m going to be fine.”

  “You have to take them up on that offer,” Miller says, fierce protective passion in his voice. “I mean it, Mom.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You worry too much.”

  “Mom.”

  She nods. “Very well. Yes, if it will make you feel better. I’ll take them up on the offer. And I’ll call you the moment I get home. I shan’t be leaving the apartment for a while, anyway. All this excitement has made me terribly tired.”

  We all stand as she makes her exit, Miller and I following close behind her. She pauses at the door, turning and regarding us with another of her wry smiles, her eyes glinting in a playful way that reminds me of Miller.

  She places her hands on my shoulders and leans close, whispering in my ear. “Thank you, dear. Thank you so much for what you did back there.”

  She pulls me into an embrace, and I hold her, clasping tightly onto her and silently willing her to be okay. I know she will. The police are driving her home and she’s got trained security – a lot of them ex-SEALs – guarding her apartment.

  “Let me know the second you get home,” Miller says. “Even if it’s just a text.”

  “I promise,” she says, and then leaves us with a dainty wave, all fingers.

  Miller closes the door behind her and turns to me, his face tight.

  “Shall we wait on the balcony until she calls?” I ask. “I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on anything else until I know she’s safe.”

  His eyes light up and he pulls me into an embrace, kissing the top of my head and moving his hands around my hips. He grabs onto me hard and I do the same, sliding my hands around his waist and gripping firmly onto his back.

  “I can’t believe what you did back there,” I whisper. “It was like you were a freaking Viking warrior or something. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

  He laughs gruffly, kissing my forehead. “It was nothing. I started training martial arts when I was a kid, the same year my old man died. They were untrained. They were hopped up on steroids and they thought that made them tough.”

  “Still,” I whisper, placing my cheek against his chest and listening to his thundering heartbeat. “There’s a big difference between saying you’re going to protect your family and actually doing it. A lot of men say they’d do stuff like that. But you acted, Miller. You did.”

  “I always will,” he snarls passionately. “You don’t have to worry about that. For the rest of our lives, I’ll protect you.”

  I hug closer to him, listening to the powerful drumming of his heart, knowing he’s telling me the truth, knowing I never have to doubt him – or myself – ever again.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Miller

  “Okay, Mom. Sleep tight.”

  I hang up the phone and take in the sight
of my woman standing at the balcony railing. She’s still wearing the dress she wore to dinner, the cut just above her knees driving me feral as I think about all the things I’m going to do to her.

  I place my cell phone down and stalk over to her, my body still primed and buzzing from the need to protect her.

  I reach out and grab onto her thigh, something deep growling inside of me when she lets out a whimper.

  “I need to claim what’s mine,” I tell her, reaching around with my other hand and gripping onto her gorgeous ass cheek.

  I squeeze it indulgently and pull her toward me, driving forward with my hips so she can feel how hard my manhood is for her.

  “You said I fought like a Viking warrior back there. Well, now it’s time for me to claim the spoils of battle. It’s you, Macie. You’re the only person I want, the only body I need, forever. Forever.”

  I slide my hand further up her leg, sensing the lust moving through her, listening to her moans as her eyelids flutter and she squirms against me.

  “Tell me you’re ready,” I growl. “Tell me. Now.”

  “I’m ready,” she moans. “Oh, God. I want it. I want it so bad. But—”

  I crush her but with a kiss, our lips fusing together as I sink into our closeness. She whimpers through the tight press of our bodies and her hands smooth up my arms, gripping onto my shoulders as I deepen the kiss, as I slide my hand further and further up her leg.

  I can feel the heat of her sex, blazing, screaming out to be touched and teased and pleased.

  “Wait,” I growl, somehow breaking it off. “Not here. Get your fine ass into the bedroom. Now.”

  She giggles and throws me a look over her shoulder as she passes, a look that tells me she’s going to lay her shyness aside for the night and give in to her rising lust instead.

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy,” she teases.

  I grin like a savage and stalk after her, my hand on the small of her back as I guide her through the apartment. It takes everything I have not to slide my hand down to the fleshy juicy bulbs of her ass cheeks, but I can’t let the beast inside of me fully free until we’re away from the balcony.

  Even if it’s incredibly unlikely, the idea of somebody seeing my woman in the throes of her sexuality makes me want to roar.

  I guide her down the hallway and into the bedroom, my cock so hard it takes everything I have not to bend her over and shove her against the wall.

  I close the door behind us and then lead her over to the bed.

  “Don’t forget your spanks, you sexy fucking virgin. Four, remember?”

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers. “Not hard, okay?”

  “Just hard enough to let you know who you belong to.”

  She makes a moaning noise that goes right to the base of my cock, somehow making me even harder.

  I push against the small of her back and my obedient virgin bends over, sticking her ass out, causing the hem of her dress to rise to her thick hips and expose her round perfect ass.

  I growl at the sight of her panties, a spot of wetness telling me how badly she needs this.

  “Fuck,” I snarl, and then I bring my hand down in a loving swat on her ass.

  She shivers against me as I deliver the final three, getting slightly harder each time, but not doing it so hard that it hurts her. She looks at me over her shoulder, her hair cascading over her back, a tempting smile on her lips.

  “Oh God, I want this,” she moans.

  “I can see that,” I growl. “I can feel that.”

  I slide my hand up her inner thigh and bring it to her sex, pressing the heel of my hand down on that gorgeous spot of wetness.

  I grind against her through her panties, smearing her lips and her clit with her wetness.

  She gasps and pulses against me, her hunger driving her body even as her virginal shyness tries to hold her back.

  Then I grab her panties and yank them down, pulling them roughly to her ankles. She steps out of them with an urgent movement, and I spring back up and press down on her pussy with my palm, feeling her wetness smear across her lips and her clit as I rub her faster.

  “I need you to cream for me,” I growl. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me, you perfect fucking virgin.”

  She pulses against me, bucking her hips faster the harder I rub her, clawing onto the silk sheets like she’s struggling to hold on and she thinks she’s going to explode any second.

  I can’t believe my woman was ever nervous about disappointing me.

  Every second she makes me want her more.

  Her moans get strangled and hollow-sounding, and then a glorious river of wet cream gushes over my hand, making her hot pink hole glisten as the orgasm thunders out of her. She lets out a moan and then bites down on the sheets, pulsing against me.

  “Fuck, you look so sexy when you move like that,” I snarl. “Keep pumping those perfect fucking hips.”

  “Like… this?” she cries.

  “Yes,” I snarl, and then I slip my middle finger into her waiting hole.

  I can feel how badly her body wants me by the slick way my finger slides right up inside of her, right to the knuckle as her hole clutches onto me, hungry for the pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re going to cream again, aren’t you?”

  “I… think… so…”

  She bites down on the sheets again as another reverberation moves through her body, her cheeks turning blush-pink with her lust, the same shade as her tempting hole.

  I step back and grab at my jacket, pulling it off roughly, and then I grab the front of my shirt and yank as hard as I can. The buttons pop and I pull the shredded material from my body, throwing it to the floor.

  “Naked—now,” I growl. “I need to see those fucking tits. I need to see all of you.”

  I yank off my belt and pop the button on my pants, my cock pushing urgently against my clothes.

  She does as she’s told, moving with the same swiftness as I do so that in under a minute I’m looming over her completely naked body. My cock heaves, tension running from my precome-slick base to my heavy-feeling balls.

  My woman lies on her back with her legs open, her hot pink pussy winking at me, gorgeous veins moving through her breasts, tempting me to grab and lick and please them.

  She tilts her head up at me, a shy sassy look creeping into her eyes.

  “What now?” she whimpers.

  I chuckle darkly, lowering myself onto the bed. “What do you think?”

  She giggles, and then reaches down with slow movements, as though she thinks I’m going to stop her. She grabs onto my cock and lets out a gasp, the same moment I let out a feral snarl.

  Her palm feels like it was fucking made for my cock.

  She squeezes down and I let out a savage growl, and then her eyes go wide as though she’s shocked at the pleasure she’s drawing out of me. But it feels so damn perfect, her hand pressing harder as she strokes up and down, spreading slick precome from my tip right down to my base.

  “You’re so hard,” she whimpers, biting her lip in that captivating way of hers.

  “How could I be anything else?” I snarl. “You make me crazy, Macie. Fuck, I need to feel your pussy. I need to feel how tight and hungry you are. I need to feel how badly your body wants to give me a family.”

  She whimpers and wriggles against me, her thigh brushing my leg.

  “Okay, okay,” she says, letting out a short breath as though she’s ramping up for something.

  And she is, I sense.

  She’s ramping up to the moment where she takes my throbbing dick, to the moment where I plunge inside of her and make her mine.

  I growl and reach down, propping myself up with one arm.

  She reaches up and grips onto my bicep, letting out another of her soul-capturing shivering moans.

  “You’re so freaking strong,” she moans. “You’re so freaking big.”

  I smirk and lean down, kissing the edge of her mouth. “You’re perfect. You’re everything I ever wante
d in a woman.”

  She gasps when I grab the pulsing base of my dick and guide my engorged helm to her hole, pushing in softly at first.

  I feel her hole kissing the end of my dick, feel her hole widen as she lets out a series of shivering moans. Her hole is so tight, a perfect virgin slit begging to be widened and owned.

  But only by me, always by me.

  She cries when I arch my back and push in deeper, deeper, her sweet hole widening just enough to let me slide a few inches inside of her.

  I let out a growl when I feel the hot fire of her pussy around my cock, clasping onto me like she’s been waiting a long time to feel what it’s like to be a woman, to have a man inside of her.

  But not just any man.

  Me, always me.

  As I inch in more and more, her hole fluttering and pulsing like a tight fist of flames around my massive aching dick, my seed writhes around my shaft, sending possessive signals into her body, silently letting her know I’m going to claim her, claim every part of her, forever.

  I growl and lean down, kissing her neck, biting it softly.

  “Fuck, you’re big. I don’t know if I can take it.”

  “You can,” I snarl like the animal I am. “Your body wants it. Your body fucking needs it.”

  She gasps when I dive deep, pushing in right up to the hilt.

  I hold myself there for a long moment, savoring the feeling of her hole wrapped tightly around me, her tightness quivering and pulsing like any second she’s going to…

  And then she does.

  I lean back to watch the first moments of her flowering.

  Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in fascinated lust, her cheeks trembling with the suddenness of the change.

  I feel her hole loosen slightly around my dick, but she still clings onto me with her virgin-tight slit.

  But there’s a tiny shift there, enough to let me know she’s starting to enjoy it, enough to let me know she’s giving in to the pleasure.

  She gazes up at me, whimpering. “Oh, God. Yes. That’s it. That feels… So. Good. Perfect.”