Falling for Dr. Kelly: A Falling novel

by Gallie, DL

  I’m woken up when I feel a finger poking my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see Marvin staring at me. “Doc, you snore like a freight train.”

  “Do not,” I defensively scoff.

  “Do too,” he returns like a child. “I’m surprised you didn’t set any alarms off, it was that loud.”

  “I’m not that loud, I’m just tired. I worked a twelve hour shift last night.”

  “Ohh, poor baby,” he teases. “When I was a spring chicken, I’d work sixteen hours a day, six days a week. Never once have I snored in my seventy-two years.”

  “I bet if I asked around, I’d hear that you snored.” I pause and then add, “Or you’d make a cute lil’ mewling sound.”

  “Like hell, I mewl,” he scoffs. “Where’s that lovely lady of yours? I prefer waking up and seeing her pretty face in that chair.”

  “Sorry to disappoint you, but she’s at work. How about we send her a message?”

  “What? Like a dick pic?”

  “Marvin Marshall,” a nurse scolds, as she walks in. “No respectable woman ever wants to receive one of those.”

  “I’m with her,” I say, nodding my head toward the nurse.

  “Traitor. How about a nice pic of the two of us then?” Marvin turns to the nurse. “You mind taking a pic?” he sweetly asks her.

  “Not at all.”

  Handing my phone over to her, she takes it from me. I lean toward Marvin and wrap my arm around his shoulder. We smile for the photo. Taking my phone back from the nurse, I send it to Avery before I forget.

  FLYNN: Marvin says hi **attach photo**

  “All sent.”

  “Good, now get out of here. I want a rest without a chugga chugga disturbing me.”

  Laughing, I stand up. “I’ll catch ya later. Bye, Marvin.”

  “Later, Doc.”

  As I’m stepping into the elevator, my phone pings with a text.

  AVERY: My two fav men **smiling emoji**

  AVERY: Thank you for checking on him.

  FLYNN: Happy to do it.

  FLYNN: He seems in good spirits this morning.

  I leave out the part where I’m worried too, she doesn’t need that on her plate.

  FLYNN: P.S. He wanted to send you a dick pic **shocked face emoji**

  AVERY: **Wide eye emoji**

  FLYNN: He also thinks I snore like a freight train.

  AVERY: I plead the Fifth.

  FLYNN: I do not snore.

  AVERY: If you say so Thomas.

  FLYNN: I DO NOT SNORE!

  AVERY: Gotta get to class. Chat soon. Xo

  FLYNN: Have a good day. Xo

  With a goofy grin on my face, I head to the doctors’ lounge to grab my things. Climbing into my car, I drive home. Forgoing a shower, I strip off and collapse into bed. I think I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow. Falling into a deep sleep, I dream of Avery…and dick pics from Marvin.

  24

  Avery

  After a lonely and long week, Friday finally rolls around. Tonight, Cress and I are going out for drinks, it’s been weeks since we went out. Actually, the last time we did was the first night I hooked up with Flynn.

  Taking my time, I run a bath and pour myself a glass of wine. Climbing into the jasmine-scented bubbles, the warm water envelops me and I sigh. Nothing beats a relaxing bath. When the water turns cold, I climb out. Wrapping a towel around me, I head into the kitchen and pour myself another glass of wine before heading to my room to get ready. Deciding on a black, knee-length halter dress, I pair it with my trusty Louboutins. Curling my hair, I slap on some lip gloss and then I’m ready to rock.

  Ordering myself an Uber, I message Cress and tell her I’m on my way to pick her up. As I’m climbing into the car, a feeling of unease washes over me. Looking around, I see two guys, whom I’ve never seen before, loitering around the entrance to our building. They look out of place, one of them catches me staring at him, he nudges the other guy, and they both watch me intently as the car pulls away from the curb. A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps appear on my skin, but as quickly as they appeared, the bumps and feeling vanish the farther we drive away from the apartment. Looking out the back window, I see them still standing there, watching as we turn the corner. Shaking my head, I sit back in my seat and start thinking about this evening, I cannot wait to let loose tonight with Cress.

  Forty minutes later, after stopping to get Cress, we arrive at the Tavern. Walking inside, we make a beeline for the bar and excitement bubbles when I see the cocktail of the day is a mojito. Ordering two, I wait for our drinks and Cress goes to snag a table that was recently vacated by a couple. I lean against the bar and look toward the alcove where Flynn accosted me that first night. My body thrums as I remember what his magic fingers did to me…and what they do to me now on a regular basis. Grinning to myself, I grab our drinks and head over to Cress.

  “Cheers,” we both say in unison. We clink our glasses together and drink our cocktails. The tart, tangy liquid quenches my thirst and I take another sip. My phone rings, digging it out, I see Flynn’s face smiling at me. “It’s Flynn, give me a sec.”

  Cress nods and finishes her drink. She then mimics the drinking motion and makes her way to the bar to order more drinks.

  “Hi, Dr. Kelly,” I say, as I answer my phone.

  “Good evening, Ms. Evans,” he croons down the line. “How are you this fine evening?”

  “I’m good. And you?”

  “Glad to be finished for the week and looking forward to a weekend off. Today was dead quiet so it dragged and dragged. But I did see your number one fan.”

  “Marvin,” I say with a smile, “How is he?”

  “He’s doing better. He escaped…again.”

  “Sounds like him. That definitely means he’s doing better. I was so worried earlier this week. If you see him again, telling him I’ll pop by after work one day next week.”

  “You really are a gem, Avery. It sounds loud, where are you?”

  “Cress and I are at the Fat Fox.”

  “You mind if Preston and I join you ladies?”

  “Not at all. I haven’t seen you since last weekend and that was forever ago.”

  “Aww, did you miss me, baby?” He throws my taunt from earlier this week back at me.

  “I’ll never tell,” I playfully reply.

  He laughs and the timbre of the sound reverberates through my body, leaving me a wanton mess. “Sooo, just how badly did you miss me?”

  “You’ll see, and feel, just how badly I’ve missed you when you get here.”

  “You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m not in the same room as you.”

  “Well, hurry up and get here so you can see and feel for yourself.”

  He groans and I laugh. “You are an evil minx, Avery Evans. Just you wait until I get there.” Dammit, this has backfired on me, I think to myself when he says, “See you soon, gorgeous.”

  “Can’t wait. Drive safely,” I say in reply. Placing my phone down on the tabletop, I realize I’m beaming. Cress returns with two decadent looking cocktail glasses full of mojito. “I love you,” I tell her, as she places our drinks on the table and takes her seat across from me.

  “You only love me for my cocktails.”

  “Yeah, and?” I teasingly reply. Picking up my drink, I raise up in a toast. “To a fantabulous night with my fabulous girlfriend.”

  “Cheers to that.” We both sip and let out an “ahhhh” as the refreshing drink dances on our tastebuds.

  “What’s got you so chipper?” Cress asks me, as she rocks to the beat of the music.

  “Flynn and Preston are stopping by. I hope that’s okay?”

  Her eyes widen in delight. “Is it okay that two sexy as sin doctors want to stop by? One who happens to have a sexy as hell Irish accent, and the other could be Channing Tatum’s twin, let me think about that…hell to the yes it’s okay.” She takes another drink and again moans. “I really need to get laid. Since Mom has Lexi for the night
, I can do it without needing to fuck and chuck to get home to her.”

  “Get Cress laid is my mission tonight.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” She lifts her drink and salutes me. “I like this sassy side of you. Who knew you getting laid would also be good for me too? Prior to Flynn, you’d never suggest something like that.”

  “I know, right? I’m just so happy and I want you to be happy too.”

  “Ahh, thanks, babe, but try not get finger fucked here again, save that for the privacy of home, or at the least, the car.”

  Choking on my drink, I shake my head. “Why did I tell you that?”

  “Because you know I need to fuck vicariously through you at the moment. This dry spell is killing me. My rabbit died from overuse, and at the rate I’m going my bullet is going to burn a hole in my clit.”

  “Evening, ladies,” Preston sneakily says from behind Cress. He steps around her and I notice his eyes are lingering on hers. Her face goes beet red as it hits her that he heard what she just said. I burst out laughing. I’m still laughing when Flynn walks over to us with two beers and two more mojitos on a tray.

  “Hey, babe,” I say, hopping off my stool to greet him. I place a quick kiss on his cheek but he has other ideas: he dips me back and fucks my mouth with his tongue. This kiss is totally not appropriate for being in public, but the bliss I’m currently in makes me not give a shit. I give myself over to the kiss and lose myself in all that is Flynn Kelly. Everything around me fades away. It’s just the two of us.

  My bubble is burst and I’m snapped back to reality when Preston teases, “Get a fuckin room, you two.”

  Flynn places me back on two feet and I wink at Preston as I take my seat. “Preston, great to see you again.”

  “You too, Avery.” He turns his attention over to Cress. “Cressida, it’s nice to make your acquaintance again. Since we didn’t get a chance to formally chat last time, I’m Preston Knight, pediatric doctor and this thing’s best friend.” He flicks his thumb toward Flynn, but I notice his eyes are locked on my best friend…and hers are locked on him too.

  “Thing, really?” Flynn scoffs. Preston just shrugs his shoulders but continues to focus on my best friend. Hmmmm, interesting.

  “Cressida Bayliss, but my friends call me Cress,” she purrs in reply, yes my best friend purrs. “I’m a mom, grade school teacher, and this sex fiend’s bestie.” She nods her head at me and takes a sip of her drink, as if she didn’t just insult me.

  My eyes bug open at her description of me.

  “And are we a sex fiend too?” Preston questions her.

  She nonchalantly shrugs her shoulder and takes another sip of her drink, seductively wrapping her lips around the straw. After taking a drink, she murmurs, “You already know the answer to that…” then she adds “…and you may find out again later.”

  Flynn laughs. Preston’s face lights up and I shake my head at Crass Cress, clearly she has been keeping secrets from me. The four of us start chatting, and I notice that Preston and Cress are ignoring Flynn and me. They only have eyes for one another. My eyes are locked on the two of them when Flynn sits next to me and affectionally squeezes my knee.

  Turning my attention to him I smile. “That was quite the welcome kiss.”

  “Only the best for my girl.”

  “Your girl. I like hearing you say that.”

  “I like saying that.”

  We stare at one another. Our focus is solely on each other. It isn’t until I hear Preston say, “They’re eye fucking each other again.”

  Cress replies with, “At least he isn’t finger fucking her again.”

  My mouth drops open in shock. “Cress,” I scoff, “I’m not telling you anything anymore, and you’ll have to suffice with your bullet from now on.”

  Preston leans into her and not so quietly whispers, “I’m more than happy to assist.”

  My eyes once again bug open in shock. Cress stares at him, smiles, and winks.

  Flynn says, “Umm, I think I missed something.”

  “I wish I missed something,” I say.

  Cress shrugs.

  Preston continues to stare at my best friend. If he was in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, hearts would be coming out of his eyes and baby Cupids would be shooting arrows into the sky.

  Flynn looks lost.

  And me, I just laugh. I seriously cannot remember the last time I had this much fun, and we’ve only been here for thirty minutes.

  “Ohh, tonight is going to be a hoot.”

  And a hoot it was. We went from the Tavern to some new club, Tingle, which recently opened. The four of us do shots at the bar before grabbing our drinks and walking around. We find a table and settle in. My eyes gravitate to a throuple grinding together on the dance floor. She has vibrant copper hair and the two guys she’s with are hot—not as hot as Flynn—but I can appreciate the opposite sex. I’m getting turned on watching them but when the music changes, they head toward the bar and out of sight.

  The four of us are all well on our way to being drunk as skunks when “Acceptable in the 80’s” by Calvin Harris begins playing. Flynn and Preston surprise Cress and me when they jump up and make their way to the edge of the dance floor. My mouth drops open as they both start to dance and holy-freakin-moves-Batman, the two of them are carving up the dance floor. Think Channing Tatum in Step Up moves—yes, I’m aware that Preston looks like him too but he also moves like him—I fucking love it.

  My eyes however are locked on Flynn. His body twists and moves in sync to the beat. He’s completely lost to the music, it’s so good to see him relaxed. This week at the hospital has been tough for him, it’s nice to see him let his hair down and chillax. This week has been tough for me too. Things with Bay have taken a turn. I’m not a fan of the new people she’s hanging out with, and they keep thinking I’m her. They make me feel uncomfortable and when I confront Bay, she just laughs it off and ignores my concerns. I was ever so glad to be coming out tonight, and seeing Preston and Flynn dancing right now is making tonight amazeballs.

  “Holy shit, Ave, you didn’t tell me your sexy as sin doctor could dance too,” Cress says.

  “I had no clue. But have you seen, Preston? He’s totally carving up the dance floor.”

  Cress and I watch as my sexy as hell boyfriend and his best friend groove away in front of us. Their moves draw in a crowd, everyone mesmerized by the two of them. The songs changes to one I don’t know and both guys walk back over to us.

  “Holy shit, dudes, where did you guys learn to dance like that?” Cress asks as she hands them each a beer.

  “Med school,” they reply in unison.

  “Preston and I were the dance kings in our frat house.”

  “You guys were in a frat?” Cress and I ask at the same time.

  “Jinx,” she says, I shrug and turn my attention to Flynn.

  He nods. “Yeah, Preston and I were Phi Kappa Psi at Stanford.”

  “I did not pick you as a frat guy.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, Avery Evans.”

  “So tell me then, what else don’t I know about you, Flynn Kelly?”

  “Weeeell, I’m crazy about this sexy as sin school teacher, and I’m pretty sure she’s crazy about me too.”

  Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I grin at him. “Go on.”

  “I love that when I touch her here…” He steps to me and drags his fingertip up my thigh. “…she quivers with desire and her panties dampen.”

  “What else?” I huskily breathe and my panties do indeed dampen as he continues to draw circles on my thigh.

  He leans into my ear. “I cannot wait to get you back to my place where I’m going to strip you naked, even though this little black dress is fucking divine on you. I need you naked so I can fuck you repeatedly. All.Night.Long. Just like our first night together.”

  Swallowing deeply, I look into his eyes. “I’m down with that.” Reaching up, I hook my arm around his n
eck and bring his lips to mine and kiss him deeply. The sound of Preston slamming his beer down on the table pulls us apart. Looking over, I see him ask Cress to dance and she blushes. Yes, my best friend blushes, but she takes his outstretched hand and they head toward the dance floor. Watching them, my eyes are focused on the chemistry radiating between them.

  “Wow, those two are, ummm…” Flynn says, his eyes looking at our two friends dirty—almost dry humping—dance with each other to “Pony” by Genuwine.

  “Yep,” I say, nodding my head. “Wanna show them how it's done?” I sexily purr.

  “Hell yes. Any chance to have my hands all over your sexy body sounds perfect to me. Let’s go get our groove on.”

  Laughing at his reply, I place my drink on the high-top table. “Don’t ever say that again.”

  “Don’t fret, don’t plan on saying it again. As soon as the words left my mouth I instantly regretted them.” We both laugh.

  Leaning into him, I whisper with a wink, “I’ll spank you later.”

  Gabbing his hand, I pull him onto the dance floor just as “Sexy Back” by JT starts to play. We begin to bump and grind and we take on Cress and Preston in a dance-off. Somehow it becomes Cress and me against them. Flynn and Preston totally win, they left Cress and me for dead, but watching Flynn dance is totally fucking hot.

  The rest of the night flies by and it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. We dance. We slam back shots like we are in college. We dance some more. We eat gross greasy food that can only to be consumed when you’re drunk and then we drink some more.

  At stupid o’clock in the morning, Flynn and I leave Cress and Preston at the club, they are still dancing and the two of them are getting hotter and hotter the more we drink. We stumble back to Flynn’s place and once inside, we ravish each other’s bodies multiple times before we pass out from exhaustion just as the sun is rising.

  When I wake several hours later, I’m wrapped in Flynn’s embrace. My body aches from head to toe, and I’m not sure if it’s from all the dancing last night or the multiple orgasms I had once we got back here. My head is pounding and my stomach is queasy, damn shots.