Dr. Daddy's Virgin - A Standalone Novel (A Single Dad Romance)

by Claire Adams

  “Oh, I don't know. Maybe a movie before I head back to the hospital? What's on here?"

  "Pretty much whatever you want to watch. Do you seriously not have Netflix? What kind of American are you?” I teased.

  “The kind who watches Disney more than Netflix,” he smiled.

  “Well, before your Disney days, what sorta movies were you into?"

  "Light-hearted stuff," he replied with a smile. "Life's too heavy as it is to watch serious stuff when you're trying to relax."

  "Agreed. You like comedies?"

  "Sure, comedies are my favorite! Who doesn't like laughing?" he asked.

  I chuckled. "Any specific comedies in mind?"

  "I'm a big fan of The Hangover movies," he replied with a grin.

  "Why? Wait. Let me guess. Because they are based on your life experiences?" I shot an insinuating grin at him. I was enjoying the playful banter. It was nice to see that he had a humorous side to him, despite all of the seriousness that accompanied his character.

  "Never! I’m a father, remember? Hell, I've never had a drop to drink in my life," he replied with a wink. “That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.”

  "Yeah, yeah. Let's see what's on before you say something that sends lightning down to strike you," I said, easing myself back into the couch, and subtly shifting closer to him.

  I pulled up the movies menu on Netflix and began scrolling through it.

  "Ooh," I said. "Saving Private Ryan. That's supposed to be a classic. Can you believe I've never actually seen it?"

  His face changed instantly, and his smile vanished, replaced with a look that was cool and detached. He shook his head.

  "No war movies," he mumbled.

  I had obviously struck a nerve that made me instantly wonder what kind of past this man had that he could just shrug off a gunshot wound and refused to watch war movies? He had to have been a soldier. He had to have been. I wanted to ask him about it, but judging from the look that came over his face when I had even brought up that movie, I guessed it was a pretty sensitive subject, so I left it alone.

  "Hmm, alright, no war movies. Well, let's keep scrolling... Here we go, The Hangover 3; you fine with that?"

  His smile returned as quickly as it had disappeared, and he nodded.

  "Sounds great. Let's put it on."

  "Alright. Before I do, though, would you like some popcorn?"

  "Sure."

  "How do you like it?" I asked.

  "Loads of salt, loads of butter."

  I chuckled. "That doesn't seem like the kind of thing a fitness freak who does seven miles every morning should be eating."

  "It's a cheat day," he replied with a cheeky grin.

  "Alright, in that case, I'll go fix us a nice bowl of popcorn."

  "You do that."

  I went to the kitchen and made a bowl of popcorn, and brought it back to the living room. We put the movie on, and then settled on the sofa and started watching. The laughter soon began flowing, and any tension that had existed melted away. After a few minutes, I shifted closer to him. In response, he slid his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in even closer.

  "You know, Vivienne," he said, adjusting his focus from the movie to me. "I'm glad you gave me a second chance. Thank you."

  "I am, too," I replied looking up to meet the intensity of his gaze.

  Electricity ricocheted between us as Everett’s hand settled around the base of my neck and he moved in for the kiss. Our lips met, and it just felt like it was meant to be. He began by kissing me slowly and gently at first, his tongue exploring my mouth with an almost inquisitive nature. As our tongues danced, shivers of pleasure began traveling along my skin. I responded by nibbling on his lower lip, teasing with my teeth, which seemed to elicit a positive response. His kisses grew more passionate as he pressed his tongue deeper and more forcefully into my mouth, all while pulling me into a tighter embrace.

  I wrapped my arms around his broad back tracing my hands along the lines of his unbelievably hard and firm muscles. My fingertips delighted in the strength they found beneath his firm skin as explosions of bliss detonated in me.

  As we leaned back on the sofa more, kissing deeply and pressing our bodies tighter together, he tentatively slipped his hands under my blouse, moving them with soft, gentle fingertips up over my belly.

  "Is this okay?" he whispered in my ear as he moved his hands over me and planted warm kisses along my neck.

  "You have no idea," I whispered back, feeling the heat of arousal pumping through me.

  "Oh, I think I have a pretty damn good idea," he mumbled back.

  He slipped his hands up over my sides, sending shivers of pleasure trickling across my skin, and then up behind my back as he unclipped my bra with deft fingers. With the bra loose, he moved his hands back around onto my breasts, still kissing me deeply and passionately. I couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure.

  He began to caress them, gently at first, just teasing and almost testing them out, his fingertips working with a building pressure that sent wave after wave of bliss surging through me. I slipped my hands under his shirt, discovering the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles, which caused him to shudder with pleasure. I then began to move one hand up onto his broad and powerful chest. I couldn't help but marvel at just how chiseled he was. Real men, in my experience, didn’t have bodies like this.

  My nipples had begun to swell and stiffen with pleasure at his touch, and with his skilled fingers he started massaging and playing with them, causing jolts of joy and intense bursts of pleasure to tear through my whole chest. Suddenly, I was feeling another swelling, this one at the meeting of my thighs, where a hot wetness was growing and spreading. It was a sensation I hadn't felt for longer than I cared to think about. An intense hunger for him started to grow with a powerful force inside me.

  I gasped softly and moaned as his fingers began taking me closer and closer to an orgasm and the man hadn’t even touched me below the waist. It was amazing how skilled he was with only his touch. I began to imagine how skilled he had to be with other parts of himself.

  "Oh, Everett, that's good, that's really, really good," I gasped as the force of the orgasm developed like a head of steam within me, building up a glorious pressure that was just waiting to be released. As if he could sense this, he began to work his hands with more vigor and pressure, taking me closer and closer to the edge. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and a flush of heat spread across my face and chest – it was going to happen, it was going to happen at any moment now, I just knew it.

  And then, finally, with a cry of pleasure, the orgasm tore through me blazing a glorious path of ecstasy through my whole body. I shivered and shook with the joyous force of it, breathing quickly and sighing with the wonderful intensity of it.

  Eventually, after the intensity had subsided, I kissed him deeply, pulling him closer to me.

  "That... that was amazing," I said. "It's been so long since... since..."

  "I'm happy I could help," he smiled. “And we’re only just getting started."

  His mouth covered mine once more and the hardness of his erection ground against me, making me wish the clothes between us had already been discarded. Just as things began to heat back up, his cell phone rang.

  For a second, he ignored it, then mumbled against my kiss, “It might be the hospital.”

  “You should check,” I mumbled back.

  He picked it up and looked at the number.

  "Sorry, Viv, I have to take this."

  "That's alright, go ahead."

  He placed a quick kiss on my forehead and answered the call.

  "Yeah, hi, Ben... yeah. I’m a little busy,” he grinned at me. “What’s up? Uh-huh... Yeah. What? Really?... Oh man, that is not good. That is not good at all... Now? Uh, it has to be now? Yeah, yeah, I understand... Alright. See you soon."

  He cut the call off, and a look of grave seriousness washed over his face.

  "We've got trouble at JFK H
igh," he said. "I'm so sorry, Vivienne, but I have to go. Now, I’m afraid."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Everett

  The look of disappointment on her face nearly killed me. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her. And it had nothing to do with where the moment seemed to be heading. Even if we’d have still just been watching a ridiculous movie, I would have wanted to stay. Being with her was the most at ease I’d ever felt with anyone. Something about being near her just felt right.

  "I'll call you as soon as all of this is done," I promised as I got up and got my keys and phone.

  "Can you tell me what happened?" she asked.

  I sighed before answering.

  "Someone's been shot."

  Her eyes widened with shock. "What?! First you, and thankfully it wasn't serious, but now someone else has been shot?"

  I nodded. "Yeah. Except this time, it was a kid. One of our students."

  "Oh my god, that's horrible... Is the kid okay?"

  "He's in serious condition, but he's stable, and he’s apparently going to need surgery."

  "How did it happen? Who's the kid who got shot? Who shot him?"

  I shook my head. "I don't know the answers to any of that yet. And that's why I need to go there right away."

  "I understand. Look, if you need me to go back to the hospital and check in on Jane, I'd be happy to."

  "Would you? That would make me feel better."

  "Absolutely," she stated.

  I bent down and gave her a kiss, and then we stared into each other's eyes for a good few moments, intense attraction gushing through me. This woman was really putting a spell on me... and it wasn't an entirely bad thing. It had been so long since I'd last felt this way about anyone, so long...

  Still, I couldn't linger. There was a serious situation that needed attending to, and I had to get there right away – and it was great to see that Vivienne not only understood but that she was supportive as well.

  "Thank you so much, Vivienne... for everything. I'll see you soon."

  "Make sure you don't forget your phone this time," she said with a wink.

  I chuckled, relieved to have some levity in what was sure to be a grave situation.

  "Believe me; I won't! See you later."

  "Be careful, handsome," she said with a flirty smile, and as soon as I was out the door, I was missing her already. I thought briefly of messaging her to say that but then figured that it might come off as coming on too strong, too soon, so I left it.

  My mind shifted into a different state; my focus became razor sharp, and my sense of purpose was powerfully driven. While I had been pissed off that the scumbag Mr. Mask had shot me, now that he, or one of his accomplices, had shot a kid at my school, I was beyond pissed. Now it was personal.

  I drove fast and hard and got to the school in record time. The ambulance with the kid was just leaving, but some police cars with their lights flashing were parked out front, as was Ben's car. He was there chatting with a police officer. I parked my truck, jumped out, and ran over to Ben and the cop.

  "Ben, I got here as quickly as I could," I said as soon as I reached him.

  "I called you as soon as I was made aware of what happened. I only just got here myself. Oh, by the way, this is Captain Walter Smith. He's in charge of the whole Rocket investigation. Walter, this is Everett James, our new principal."

  "Nice to meet you," I said as I shook Captain Smith’s hand.

  "Likewise," Smith replied.

  "So, what can you guys tell me? Firstly, who was it that got shot?" I asked.

  Ben sighed. "His name is Kendrick Green. Good kid, real good kid. Fantastic basketball player; the kid's got some serious talent. He's a 10th-grader."

  I nodded, digesting this information. "And he was mixed up with Rocket?"

  "No, not at all, actually. He was totally clean. Straight and narrow, this kid is a real star, Everett, a real star."

  "So how did he end up getting shot today if he's not involved in this Rocket business?" I questioned.

  "He and some buddies were here on the school grounds shooting hoops. They come most weekends; like I said, he's got some serious talent on the basketball court. Anyway, he took a break, went to the bathrooms to take a leak or whatever, and that's when he stumbled across a dealer selling to some kids. Thinking he could be a hero, he got his phone out and started filming. The dealer saw him and demanded that he hand the phone over. Kendrick refused. There was a scuffle, and the dealer got a gun out and shot him."

  "Damn. Damn it! These scumbags!" I barked.

  "I know. I know," Ben agreed.

  "Do we at least have the phone with the evidence on it?"

  Ben sighed and shook his head. "No. The dealer got away with it. We've got nothing."

  "What about the kids who were buying the drugs? Surely, they saw something? They must know who this dealer is, where to find him. Was it Mr. Mask himself, or just one of his lackeys?"

  "The buyers fled the scene. Kendrick says he recognized them. They are students at our school, but older than him. He says he knows everyone in his grade. But he doesn't know their names, so we're going to have to get some yearbooks to him in the hospital so he can look through the photos and ID the kids who were involved. As for the dealer, it didn't sound like Mr. Mask. From the description, it could well be an accomplice of his."

  I could sense that Ben didn't want to go too in-depth with this, at least not with this cop present. Maybe he thought we would get into trouble because of our little "independent" investigation we were conducting on the side, or maybe he just didn't trust this cop. Either way, I decided not to push the issue for the moment. Instead, I decided to see what I could find out about this cop.

  "So, Captain Smith," I said to him. "What are your thoughts on this? You got any leads?"

  He frowned. "Right now, until we have an official statement from the witness and positive ID on the kids who were buying the drug, there isn't much I can do."

  "Official statement? But what about everything Ben just said?" I asked.

  "Kendrick said that stuff to me," interjected Ben.

  "So? Why does that matter?" I glanced back at Ben, noting the expression on his face before returning my attention to the cop before me.

  "We need to get an official statement on paper from your witness. Until then, this is all hearsay, and we can't act on hearsay," Smith said.

  I stared at him coolly for a few minutes, quietly assessing him.

  "Alright, Captain Smith," I said coldly. "Well, don't worry, you'll have our full cooperation with everything in this investigation."

  "Good," he replied. I detected a hint of latent aggression in his tone. "Because we expect nothing less from you."

  "Don't worry, Smith. We want to catch these guys just as badly as you do," I assured him.

  "Excellent. Well then, gentlemen, I'll be on my way. If you have any leads, and when your witness is ready to make an official statement, get hold of me." He handed us each a business card.

  "We will," I said. "We will. Goodbye Captain Smith."

  "See you later, gentlemen."

  He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled casually off. When he was out of earshot, I turned to speak to Ben.

  "Something doesn't seem quite right with that cop," I remarked.

  "You're telling me, Ev. He's done nothing useful for the whole six or seven months he's been on this case."

  I raised an eyebrow. "That's how long he's been working this case, and nothing has come of it?"

  Ben shook his head. "Nothing at all."

  "That seems a little too suspicious to me. We've got these dealers selling to kids in the open, operating brazenly in this area, selling a life-threateningly dangerous drug – and this guy isn't doing anything about it?"

  "He's not doing much at all. That's why we needed to get someone like you in on this," Ben reminded me.

  I nodded. "I understand. Yeah, I get it now... Look, I'm not making an official accusation or any
thing, but do you think he might be working with the dealers? Taking bribes to look the other way? Getting kickbacks from their profits in exchange for protection."

  Ben scratched his chin. "It's a definite possibility. I don't know how else to explain his inaction or his lack of interest."

  "Well then, we better not let him know that we're investigating this on our own," I added.

  "No... but word is gonna get out that we are. Maybe he already knows."

  "Maybe he does. Regardless, we have to keep our involvement under wraps as much as we can, at least until we've got something the cops can charge these guys with. You know, hard evidence, stuff that can't 'get lost' in a police station."

  "I agree,” Ben stated. “But Mr. Mask, if he is working with Captain Smith, he's gonna tell him about you and me. He knows we're on his tail, and he's gonna want all the protection he can get."

  I wondered if Ben had any idea what had happened last night.

  "Ben, did Panetti message you last night?"

  He looked surprised. "No, I didn't hear anything from him. Why? What happened?"

  I let out a long, slow sigh.

  "There was some, uh, drama last night."

  "Drama? How so? What happened?" Ben asked.

  "Panetti messaged me about a deal that was about to go down. Said I had a good chance of catching Mr. Mask. I just assumed that he’d told you as well – I guess he hadn't, though. And I was an idiot – I didn't bring my phone with me. I got so caught up in things that I raced off to the place and left my phone behind."

  "Where was this?" Ben questioned.

  "The same apartment building we scoped out."

  "Ah, alright. And what happened there?"

  "I uh, I got shot…by Mr. Mask," I informed him.

  Ben's jaw dropped with surprise. "You what? You got shot?!"

  I nodded. "I was lucky. It’s just a flesh wound. I have a friend who is a, well, a vet."

  "You mean someone who works on dogs and cats? That kinda vet?" he posed.

  "That kinda vet, yeah. He stitched up the wound."

  "Everett, you didn't go to a hospital?! Are you crazy?! You let a freakin' vet see to something as serious as a freakin' gunshot wound?!"