Falling for Dr. Knight: A Falling Novel

by DL Gallie

  “Irish.”

  “You are going to put last night with that sexy Irish doctor into the flick bank and move on.”

  “I knew you were my best friend for a reason. In half—”

  “Three-quarters,” I tease.

  “Fine, in three-quarters of a glass of wine, you’ve eased my fears and I feel like me again.”

  “Happy to be of service.” I lean on the countertop and rest my chin on my palm. “Now, I want all the sexy filthy details.”

  She shakes her head at me. “Nope, last night is firmly locked away in my, what did you call it?”

  “Flick bank.”

  “Yes, flick bank. Last night is safely locked away there. Now, I’m going to have a shower ‘cause I smell like sex. You can order food and then we can watch My Little Pony with Lexi.”

  “Can’t we watch something else?”

  “Do you want to enrage your daughter?”

  “Fair point.”

  Lifting my wine, I take a sip and watch as my best friend heads toward her room to shower. She turns around. “Cress, thanks for being you and calming me down.”

  “You are most welcome, babe. It's not often I get to rescue you, so it's nice to repay the favor for once…even if you won’t spill the sexy schmexy details with your BFF.”

  “Love you,” she calls out as she walks away. Grabbing my phone, I call and order Indian, then I join Lexi in the living room AND I manage to get her to watch the Scooby Doo movie with Buffy and her hubby. As we watch them on spooky island, my mind keeps drifting to Preston and I wonder if I will feel like Ave come Thursday morning, a dirty satisfied whore…but without the freak-out part.

  5

  Preston

  Cress and I have been messaging each other nonstop since I dropped her home last night. And damn, that woman can take something so sweet and innocent and turn it dirty as fuck. I thought Flynn was crass but ‘Crass Cress’ takes that crown. Now I’m picturing her in nothing but fuck-me heels and a crown—totally saving that for the spank bank. Hey, I’m a man.

  Shaking my head, I move on from that delicious sexy thought and get back to what I was originally thinking about, a fully clothed Cress and our upcoming date. She’s witty and fun and the banter over text has been amazing. And as sad as it is to admit, this sexting has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Our dirty chats aren’t just sexy as fuck, they are funny, honest, and real.

  Just like her.

  My mind once again drifts to her and specifically her legs, her killer legs…in sexy fuck-me heels and a crown. “Fuuuuck,” I groan, readjusting my hardening cock. I'm hard every time I think of her. And that's seriously messing with my mind, I’ve spent maybe an hour with this woman and a bit longer texting her but man, do I want that woman. Another shocker, I’m looking forward to Wednesday night. Me? Preston Knight is looking forward to a date. There’s a definite spark between us. I know women have that seventh sense shit, but I’m positive she feels this pull too. I noticed the way she looked at me because it’s exactly how I was looking at her and guess what, love? I’m more than ready to give you a taste of me and I’m more than ready to have a taste of her.

  All of her.

  She's not like anyone else I have met or been with. She’s the complete package. Personality, check. Strong mind, check. Sassy, fun, and witty; check, check, and check. Gorgeous, big check. Sexy as fuck legs, check. Those legs? Fuck those killer legs are all I can think about. You may think something’s wrong with me since I keep referring to her legs whereas most men love tits. Big ones, small ones, fake one. Tits ARE the first thing we notice and don’t get me wrong, Cress has great boobs…there are so many sinful things I want to do to them, but it’s her legs that have me drooling. I keep thinking about her tango lesson, the horizontal kind, where her legs are wrapped about me. My hands, or tongue, running up and down them…Fuck, I can’t wait for my horizontal tango lesson on Wednesday. I'm looking forward to see what she’s got in store. There's something about Cressida Bayliss and I cannot wait to find out more.

  Flynn called and asked to meet me for drinks at The Fat Fox. I’m happy to oblige and we agree to meet in an hour. I walk in, head straight to the bar, and order myself a scotch. With my drink in hand, I find a table and wait for Flynn to arrive. My eyes flick around the bar and a smile graces my face as I think about Cress and her killer legs. My cock twitches in my pants. Down, boy, we are in public. My thoughts are interrupted when Flynn arrives. “Hey,” he says, taking the seat across from me. He picks up my drink and slams it back. “Rough night?” I question.

  “Amazing night. Rough afternoon.” He flags down the waitress, and orders himself a beer and another scotch to replace mine that he just chugged back.

  “That’s two extremes.”

  “That’s how the last eighteen hours have gone.”

  “Huh?”

  He fills me in on last night—lucky bastard—and then what happened this afternoon: unlucky bastard. “The only reason I knew she was there and that I didn’t dream the night up was because she folded my clothes and left them on the coffee table.”

  “She what?”

  “Before she left, she folded my clothes that were left in the living room last night.”

  “At least she’s neat.”

  “Not what I’m focusing on at the moment.” His eyes suddenly brighten. “How did you go last night?” Not wanting to share the details just yet, I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I looked after the friend like you requested.”

  “Aaaaand?” he probes.

  “And nothing. We had a drink after you guys left and then I dropped her home.”

  “Really? You didn’t fuck her?” he questions me.

  “Nope, my dick stayed in my pants. By the sound of things, you had enough sex for the both of us last night and this morning.” Taking a sip of my scotch, I ask, “So what are you going to do?”

  “No clue. Did you get the friend’s details at all?”

  Without thinking I shake my head. “Nope, sorry. I was a gentleman and dropped her home like the knight that my last name is.”

  From the look on Flynn’s face, he knows I’m full of shit but that’s the best thing about our friendship, we don’t push each other to open up and gossip like girls. He knows that when I’m ready to share, I will. And like always, he’ll be there to listen with an open ear and a cold beer.

  Flynn is pissed about being fucked and ducked and isn’t in the mood to socialize, so he calls it a night. As he walks out, I think about Cress and decide to text her again.

  PRESTON: Hey, love. How’s the patient now?

  CRESS: We tried a new medicine, Scooby Doo, she’s out cold and no further temperatures

  PRESTON: You really shouldn’t mix medicines but in this instance, I will say it was a good choice.

  CRESS: Personally, I’d prefer Outlander but not sure that’s appropriate for a five-year-old…what with all the sex, naked boobs and butts, and whatnot

  PRESTON: I’d like to see your naked whatnot **wink**

  CRESS: Maybe on Wednesday I could be persuaded

  PRESTON: Dammit, now I’m thinking about you naked in my bed

  CRESS: Who said anything about a bed????

  PRESTON: Dammit, woman, stop

  CRESS: Stop what? Me being naked, caressing my breasts, water cascading down my shoulders between my thighs making me wet

  PRESTON: Stop it or I’m driving over there right now

  CRESS: I wouldn’t be opposed to that but…

  PRESTON: But what???

  CRESS: But A. I’m not at Mom’s. B. You don’t know where I live C. I’m not at home and D. I’m not that easy

  PRESTON: Where are you?

  CRESS: Not at home

  CRESS: I’m with Ave…she freaked out after last night

  PRESTON: I was just with Flynn…he’s bummed she ran out

  CRESS: I think she is too…should we play matchmaker?


  PRESTON: Hell no…if it’s meant to be, it will be

  CRESS: That’s very philosophical of you

  PRESTON: There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Cressida Bayliss

  CRESS: It’s Cress…and I can’t wait for Wednesday to find out more about the elusive Dr. Preston Knight

  CRESS: Night, Preston

  PRESTON: See you soon, raccoon

  PRESTON: Hang on, that one was corny…Take care, polar bear

  Laughing, I pocket my phone and head home, where I fall into bed and dream sexy things about Cress, me, her legs, and a crown…why is Wednesday so far away?

  6

  Cress

  Wednesday finally rolls around and to say I’m nervous is an understatement. I can’t remember the last time I was like this before a date. I’d love to chat with Ave at the moment, but she’s still in a funk about fucking and ducking Flynn and to add to her plate, Bitchy Baylor is at it again. It’s mind-boggling that those two are twins; they are total opposites. One’s a mega bitch, the other is the most beautiful human being on the planet.

  I’ve just dropped Lexi at school and I’m folding the wash when my phone beeps with a text.

  PRESTON: Can’t wait for tonight, love

  There’s that love again. I get chills every time I see that in a message, I know I should reply but I’m at a loss for words. This man is doing things to me that I normally wouldn’t. For instance, a date. I cannot remember the last time I went on a date. Being a single mom is hard, so apart from the occasional hookup or lapse in judgment when Creed would drop Lexi off, it’s just been her and me. Am I ready to allow someone into our bubble? Am I ready to try a relationship? With Preston? The sexting has been fun, something that’s totally not me but at the same time, I feel special when he reaches out to me. I’m so confused right now. My phone pings with another text and I realize I’ve been thinking about Preston for the last ten minutes.

  PRESTON: Cat got your tongue?

  CRESS: No…just busy

  PRESTON: Whatcha doing?

  CRESS: Folding wash. What you doing?

  PRESTON: Just pulled 3 Lego bricks out of a kid’s ass

  CRESS: No way?

  PRESTON: Yes way, he wanted to shit bricks for show-and-tell so he shoved 3 up his ass on Tuesday last week, ready for show-and-tell this week

  CRESS: No shit

  PRESTON: That’s why he came he…hasn’t shit in a week and his ass was hurting

  CRESS: Clearly this kid didn’t prep properly, everyone knows you need to prepare for anal

  PRESTON: Cress, he was 7

  CRESS: Didn’t think of that

  PRESTON: Sooo, what are you open to?

  CRESS: I’m open to most things

  CRESS: But not bestiality…or incest…or clowns

  PRESTON: Clowns, really? So the circus is out then

  CRESS: NO CIRCUS OR CLOWNS

  CRESS: EVER

  CRESS: PERIOD

  CRESS: I WILL END YOU IF I SEE A CLOWN OR HIGH-TOP TENT

  PRESTON: Duly noted, no clowns

  PRESTON: What specifically are YOU open to? **wink wink**

  CRESS: Anything…and everything else

  PRESTON: Really?

  CRESS: Really, really. Now I need to finish this wash and prep for a date tonight

  PRESTON: Is this date good-looking?

  CRESS: He’s all right

  PRESTON: Only all right?

  CRESS: I’ll let you know later tonight. Bye, Preston

  PRESTON: Bye bye, butterfly

  Laughing, I throw my phone onto the coffee table and realize that I was pretty open and crass in our communications just now. “Crass Cress strikes again,” I say to myself. Preston doesn’t seem to mind, we seem to be on the same wavelengths with most things and the banter has been fun, and sexy AF. He and I get along quite well, considering he’s a doctor and I’m a single mom. I can’t wait for tonight to see if it was just a heat of the moment thing, or if there is something between us. He’s great with Lexi and that there is the kicker. She is my everything and I will not let anyone or anything hurt her. Jinxing myself, my phone rings with his ringtone. Knowing that if I don’t answer, he will harass me until I do, I pick it up and answer, “Hello.”

  “Babydoll,” Creed says in a tone that grates on my nerves. How I was ever in love with this douche canoe is beyond me.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “So formal, is that any way to speak to your baby daddy?”

  Rolling my eyes, I sigh, thankful he cannot see me right now. “Hi, Creed, how are you? To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

  “No need to be a bitch,” he snarls. “Wanna see the squirt.”

  “You know you are welcome to see her anytime. Just let me know when.”

  “Tonight.”

  Of fucking course he wants to see her tonight.

  “We have plans tonight, can we do tomorrow?”

  “What plans to do you have?”

  “My plans are none of your business. You can see her after school tomorrow?”

  “Fine,” he huffs. “I’ll see you both then, Babydoll.”

  Before I can reply he hangs up. Throwing my phone back to the table, I fall back onto the sofa and shake my head. Of course the universe will throw Dickwad Dawson at me when I’m about to go on a date that I’m excited about. “Fuck you, universe!” I shout to the empty room. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I stand up and begin folding the clothes again, hoping to distract myself.

  I’m putting away the last of the laundry when I have an epiphany, Dawson is a moot point. He has nothing to do with my date tonight, I will deal with him tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to go out with Preston, have a fantabulous time and teach him to tango; vertically AND maybe, horizontally too.

  With a renewed excitement, I head into my bathroom and begin preparing for tonight. Stripping off, I fill the sink, grab my razor and shave—everywhere. Once I’m smooth as a baby’s butt all over, I run myself a bath. A soak in the tub is just what I need to relax and mentally prepare for tonight. Drizzling in my fav soak, I climb in, moaning as I slide down. The water is a little hot but it eases my muscles and is just what I need right now. Leaning back, I close my eyes and think about Preston. My clit begins to pulse as I picture him; muscular arms, chiseled jaw, gorgeous smile, eyes that bore deep into my soul. Sliding my hand down my body, I press on my throbbing clit and moan. Lifting my leg up, I rest it over the edge of the tub and slip my finger between my folds and push it inside. With my other hand, I massage and squeeze my breast. Pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. His name slips through my lips, “Preston,” as my pleasure builds. Slipping a second finger in, I speed up my thrusts, squeezing my breasts harder. Closing my eyes, I shout, “Preston!” as I explode around my fingers. The fiercest self-induced orgasm I’ve ever had tears through my body, leaving me sated and relaxed.

  Opening my eyes, I pull my leg back into the tub and slide down, submerging myself under the water. Blowing out the air in my lungs, à la Julie Roberts in Pretty Woman. Breaking the surface, I lean back and sigh. “Fuck me,” I mumble as I close my eyes and wait for my heart rate to return to normal. Once I’m me again, I climb out, hop into the shower so I can wash my hair since I dunked myself. If I don’t, I’ll end up with a frizzy mop, and that’s the last thing I want for tonight.

  Climbing out of the shower, I dry off and slip on my robe. Plugging in my hair dryer, I dry my hair and then straighten it. I can never blow-dry my hair like the hairdresser does, it always ends up a frizzy mess—thank God for straighteners—at least I can do that. Once my hair is silky smooth, I grab some sexy lingerie and redress. Looking at the time, I see I have just enough time to grab a coffee before I head to school to pick Lexi up. Pulling on my jeans and a tank top, I grab my keys, slip into my flip-flops, and head out the door.

  Twenty minutes later, I’m at school waiting for Lexi to get out. The bell rings and all hell breaks loose. There are kids and parents everyw
here. Like a heat-seeking missile, my eyes land on Lexi and when she sees me she waves and races toward me. Dropping to my knees, I open my arms wide. “Hey, Munchkin.”

  “Hi, Mommy,” she replies as I envelop her in a hug.

  “You give the best hugs,” I tell her, as I place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

  “I know,” she says with a grin. “I can’t wait to sleep at Nanna’s tonight.”

  “She can’t wait for you to either.”

  “Will you be staying with us, like on the weekend?”

  “Not tonight, sweetie, I don’t want to disturb you since it's a school night.”

  She nods. “That’s a goodly thing. You’re a goodly mommy.” Damn, Baylor, I think to myself hearing Lexi use goodly. Yes, it’s a real word but it so does not fit this context. “Are we going to Nanna’s now?”

  “We can if you want, OR we can swing by the park?”

  “Park then home then Nanna’s. That’s such a goodly idea, Mommy.” I shake my head at the use of goodly, again.

  “Okay, let's go.” She places her hand in mine and we head to the car.

  Twenty minutes later, we are at the park and as usual, Lexi makes a beeline for the swings. My phone beeps with a text and I smile when I pull it out.

  PRESTON: T-minus 3 hours and 12 minutes ‘til my tango lesson

  A smile graces my face as I read his message. It's nice to know he’s as excited as I am for tonight.

  CRESS: Remind me again what’s happening in T-minus 3 hours and 11 minutes

  PRESTON: The best night of your life will commence

  CRESS: That’s a big call to make, Dr. Knight. You better bring your ‘A’ game stud

  PRESTON: Ohh, I plan to, love, AND I’m hoping to hit a home run…multiple times

  PRESTON: See you soon you sexy, raccoon

  PRESTON: That’s totally not really sexy but you are so there’s that. Laters, love

  CRESS: Later, mater **blowing kiss emoji**