Filthy Doctor: A Bad Boy Medical Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I know that. He’s angry, and he’s going to take that out on me. I did the wrong thing, but I never intended for it to happen that way.” Tears filled my eyes as there was a knock on the door, and Landon told me to have a seat while he answered it. He led two officers to me as they scrutinized the room, letting their gazes rest on the mess on the floor. “Can you tell me what happened?”

  I explained how I stopped by on my own to get some of the ornaments and found them broken and vandalized. I went more into detail about the breakup with Brian, how there was seemingly no drama at first. They asked the same thing about the key that Landon had, to which I responded that I had no idea before I pointed to the ornament that was hanging on the tree. One of them walked over and read it as heat flushed my skin. I felt exposed and raw as the officers shared a long look. Landon sat beside me, holding my hand as they asked if anything else was damaged.

  They toured the apartment with me and jotted down all the damage for their report before we were at the door again. The officers suggested to Landon that I spend the night elsewhere, making me smile when he put his arm around me and assured them that I would be. They left and handed me a card for if I had any more information, closing the door as Landon told me to check for anything else I’d need for his house. There was a serious tone to his voice, making me nod as I headed back to the bedroom for more clothes.

  He was having a heated conversation with whom I guessed with my landlord as I came back into the main room. I looked at him as I walked into the kitchen to get a bag of some of my snacks as he kept talking, his voice rising every moment. I jumped when I heard him say that I’d be moving out of this apartment without penalty given that he hadn’t taken care of the issue when asked. Then he ended the call as he walked in and pulled me into his arms. “That asshole didn’t seem to give a shit about this. He blamed you for giving your key out when he wasn’t on the lease, but he’ll learn not to fuck with a lawyer.”

  “So, I’m moving?” I asked in a small voice as I looked around.

  “From this unit, yes. I am going to handle everything, Lily. You can get another place in this complex or any other one you choose in the city if you don’t want to live with me.” I looked up at him with big eyes as he stared at me. “This is moving goddamn fast, and I know you’re scared, Lily. Your ex is stalking you, and I can see how that would make you nervous, but I want you in my life regardless of any of that. I want you in my arms every night, and I need to wake up with you every morning.” He pressed his lips gently to mine as I breathed into him, cupping my face gently before a crash sounded and I jumped back with a scream.

  Landon opened my door and ran out, calling something as I took a few shaky breaths. I walked into the living room to see the window shattered. Landon yelled and someone responded as I started to cry.

  I heard footsteps and looked up as there was another knock on the door. The word “police” was called. I looked through the peephole to see one of the same officers from earlier standing there, and I let him in as he looked at me closely. “Your boyfriend has a guy down there who admitted to breaking your window, and my partner is taking care of him. Are you okay?”

  “Scared,” I admitted, and he nodded with a sympathetic look.

  “You can get a restraining order against this guy now that he’s a proven stalker if you come down to the station tomorrow. Unfortunately, I don’t think he’ll get a great deal of time for this, so you’ll want to be protected.” He looked around the apartment. “I’m going to call your landlord to get this place boarded up until you can move out, Lily. I am sorry that this happened to you.”

  Landon came up a few minutes later and looked me over. “He’s going to the station. The little shit pissed himself when I came running out, and he admitted everything.” He looked into the living room and shook his head. “The cops said they’re calling the landlord to board that up as well.”

  “Yeah,” I said in a shaking voice before he hugged me to him.

  “I want to make sure that he gets over here before we leave, Lily. That’s all.” I nodded against him as tears slipped down my cheeks. He waited with me on the couch, holding my hand as I regained control of myself.

  By the time my landlord arrived, ready to get some wood over the broken window, I was shivering with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. He grudgingly apologized to me and glanced at Landon, who led me out of there with a dark look on his face. We drove back to Landon’s apartment with my bag in his hand, complete with the ornaments that weren’t broken for his tree.

  I took a long shower when we were back in his place, drying my hair before I pulled on his robe. I tied it around my body and padded into the living room to see him on the couch, looking at the ornaments as he set them down on a blanket on the coffee table. He looked at me and locked gazes with me. “Were the ones you loved the most salvageable?”

  I shrugged. “Some of them.” I sat down and looked over the small collection as I sighed. “I don’t know why he did this. He knew what they meant to me.”

  “He wanted to hit you where it hurt you the most. Emotions are cruel sometimes, baby.” Landon looked at me as he tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s over, right?” I smiled weakly. “I’ll go to the station and get a restraining order against him like the officer said. He’ll have to leave me alone.” I felt a rush of fear at the idea of what might have happened if I’d been home alone when Brian was there, of where his anger might have taken him. “I want to move out of there. I want to . . . I want to be here with you. I can’t fear moving forward with you because of something that he did. I can’t let Brian hold me back.”

  I was pulled against Landon tightly as I gasped softly. “You have made me so happy, Lily.” He kissed me hungrily as he cupped my face, and I felt my need for him outweigh my fear. I dropped back on the cushions of the couch as he stripped my jeans off my legs and took me hard, the way I asked him to. Needing the reassurance that he was here for me, I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust inside me, telling me he loved me.

  I called in to work the next day, still too nervous to sleep well. I went to the station to handle paperwork and get the restraining order in place, and I found out that Brian had confessed to everything while also throwing Marilyn under the bus. She’d sent the picture, though it wasn’t of Landon. She knew it would make me doubt and feel insecure, hopefully breaking us up so she could move in for the kill. Landon assured me that she was blackballed in the state of New York as far as practicing law, if not everywhere else.

  Brian didn’t get a lot of time, just a few months and probation. I was concerned when he was released, though he made an effort to email me to apologize for everything. He assured me that he would leave me alone—words from my laptop in Landon’s living room.

  Landon

  I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror, brushing my growing hair back. It seemed like yesterday that we were celebrating our first Christmas together, and here it was the following year. Once everything calmed down with Brian’s brief stalking of Lily, things were perfect for us. We made love by the Christmas tree every night it was up, sometimes sleeping on the couch to watch it along with the moon through the window. Lily relaxed as the days passed by, finally smiling when she knew that Brian was behind bars.

  She flourished at work, and I knew she could have anything she wanted in the world of law. I had a great setup at my office with a talented assistant who kept everything going smoothly for me, making it easy to go home to the woman I loved.

  I dressed in some jeans and slipped a button-up shirt over my torso, leaving it open as I walked out to the living room. Lily was hanging the last ornament with a soft smile, and then she glanced at me, her eyes trailing down my bare chest. “Hey. How was the shower?”

  “It felt good,” I said as I walked over to her for a long kiss. They were still just as electric as they had been in the beginning, and I never tired of feeling her mouth on mine.
It was a long last day at work before the holidays, and I was looking forward to some quiet time with Lily.

  I pulled her to the couch with one hand, sitting her down as I sank to the floor. “What are you doing?” Lily asked, a curious look on her face.

  “I have been with you for one of the best years of my life, baby. I have seen you through two holidays now and become a part of your family. I have fallen more in love with you with every week that we spend together, and though I never intended to wait this long . . . I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife, Lily. I want you to have my children.” Tears filled her eyes as she stared at me, and I slipped the box out of my pocket and pressed my lips together. “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes, Landon. I’ve been wanting you to ask me that,” Lily said as she bowed her head to kiss me, our lips melting together. She wrapped an arm around me as it deepened, giggling as emotion overcame her. I took advantage of that moment to show her the ring. Her mouth dropped open. “Is that . . .?”

  “Amy gave me your mom’s ring. I had it cleaned up and added a slightly bigger stone from my own mother’s ring to combine the two . . . I hope you don’t mind,” I told her as tears slid freely down her cheeks. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you,” she replied, smiling knowingly as she allowed me to slip the ring on her left hand. “I have a surprise for you.”

  “What?” I asked, thinking it was about work.

  “I found out that I’m pregnant today. I’ve been feeling off lately and started thinking about how I messed up on the pill on our last weekend away. I took a test and, yeah, it was positive. I was considering asking you to marry me,” Lily joked.

  I moved up on the couch and pressed my hand lightly against her stomach.

  “You’re having our baby?” I asked, and she nodded and smiled sweetly. “Shit. I didn’t think that would happen this fast. I didn’t think you wanted this.”

  “I believe fate took its own course with us,” Lily replied before our lips met in another kiss. We curled up and watched a movie on the couch in the darkened room, which was lit up only by the bright lights on the tree. I held her tightly, thanking God for her as I imagined our future together. In all my relationships and marriages, I’d never felt this way about anybody.

  She called Amy the next day with the good news, and soon it was spreading around both of our buildings. It seemed like the next week we were getting married on our favorite beach in Belize, one we had discovered at my friend’s wedding the previous year.

  We had our closest friends watching us as we said our vows, Amy beaming beside Lily, whose stomach was rounded with our first child. Lily was into her sixth month and had chosen a dress that flattered her belly, though she looked more beautiful carrying my child than ever before. We had dinner by the light of the setting sun and danced well into the night before I led Lily to the cottage by the water, watching her smile.

  We made love for hours as husband and wife before she fell asleep, exhausted from the day. Our daughter, Tinsley, was wearing her out, but Lily loved every moment of it, and I had no complaints about Lily’s overactive sex drive.

  I held my daughter three months later, staring down into her beautiful face as tears gushed down my cheeks. She looked so much like her mom but had my dark hair. She was also screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “We’re in for it with this one,” Lily told me in a weary voice as she smiled lovingly at the two of us. She’d done an excellent job with the twelve-hour labor, staying calm and focused, particularly once she’d gotten some drugs.

  I knew my life was complete, and I kissed Lily as the nurse took the baby to clean her up. I knew that there would be more kids in our future and all the love Lily could stand.

  She was my everything. We’d had an intense and rough start of things, but she was mine forever now. She and my daughter were the moon and stars in my sky, and I’d never want anything else.

  The End

  I hope you enjoyed CRAVE ME. For your reading pleasure, I have included numerous bonus stories. Please refer to the table of contents to choose what to read next.

  Filthy Cowboy (another very FILTHY book)

  I swear, Luke Daniels is as stubborn as a mule and hung like a horse. He spends his time drinking whiskey, riding bulls, and sleeping with every horny woman in west Texas. I gave him my virginity and my heart when I was just a girl. Now, it’s payback time…

  I haven’t seen Luke in six years. He was my first lover, my first love, and the first boy to break my heart. But he had his dreams and I had mine, so I was fine with never ever seeing him again.

  Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve missed him every day – and every night – for six years. I long to have him back in my life. And back in my bed. And back between my legs.

  Then he’s almost killed by a bull and I’m sent to bring him home. The old spark instantly ignites. All I can think about is riding him like a bucking bronco, like I used to, even though he’s stitched up like a baseball and not supposed to do anything strenuous.

  The question is, now that we’re back together, will Luke come to his senses and stay with me? Or will the lure of the rodeo once again tear him from my arms?

  Luke Daniels

  Here’s a tip for you fellas out there the next time you’re laid up in the hospital after a goddamn bull gores the living shit out of you at a rodeo.

  Hell, I guess this is a good tip regardless of why you’re laid up.

  Anyway.

  If you ever get the chance to fuck a hot young nurse in your hospital room bathroom, I highly recommend you take it. Just grab that bull by the horns and ride her like there’s no tomorrow.

  That hot young nurse had been giving me warm-lotion hand jobs for three days, ever since they took the catheter out of my pecker so I could piss on my own. Shit, she’d had my pecker in her hand more than I’d had it in mine.

  Started out, she was just gonna help me into the bathroom to take a piss. I wasn’t wearing anything but one of those flimsy hospital gowns, which she untied and tugged down my arms after coming into the bathroom with me and closing the door. I stood there naked as the day I was born, with my long pecker dangling between my legs for the whole world to see.

  Without a word, she reached down and cupped my balls with her left hand and started tugging on my pecker with her right. The damn thing went hard in her hand so fast it made her moan.

  She let go of my pecker, then pushed down her scrub pants to her ankles and leaned over the sink and stuck out her ass and said, “Fuck me hard with that big old thing, cowboy. Fuck me hard right now.”

  Never let it be said that Luke Daniels didn’t follow a medical professional’s advice. I dug my fingers into her hips and squared up behind her, then drove my big old pecker into her tight little twat like pushing a sausage through a straw. Hot damn, this little girl was tight, man. Tightest little pussy I’d ever seen. Course, any pussy’s gonna be tight when you stick something in it as big as my pecker. Still, I looked down to make sure I’d stuck it in the right hole.

  That little nurse grunted every time I thrust it into her, like it was pushing all the wind out of her lungs. I put my hands on her chubby little ass cheeks and watched my pecker slide in and out of her. I could only get about half of my pecker inside her, but it felt like heaven on a stick. My balls were tight as walnuts and I could feel the blood pumping in my loins.

  There is no better medicine, in my opinion, regardless of what ails a man, than a piece of sweet, young, tight pussy. I love the way it feels, the way it looks, the way it smells, and the way it tastes.

  I’m telling you, fellas, if they could bottle this little gal’s pussy the world would be a healthier place. And you and me would be addicted with the first dose.

  As I hammered into her, listening to her gasp and moan, I thought about what sweet, caring individuals nurses were, especially the ones who had to put up with the likes of me. I was a lousy fucking patient, no pun intended. If that goddamn bull’s horn hadn’t
ruptured my appendix and spleen, I would have just put a Band-Aid over the gash and gone on about my day.

  Not that I had any say in the matter when it happened.

  As I understand it, I was laying there in the goddamn dirt with my guts spilling out all over my sterling silver National Rodeo Champion belt buckle and the fucking rodeo clowns were all puking their guts out around me. If there hadn’t been a veterinarian there wrapping a horse’s leg I would have probably bled to death right there in the Houston arena, like goddamn Spartacus or something.

  Fucking rodeo clowns. Goddamn pussies, every single one of them.

  Anyway, like I was saying, nurses are such caring, sweet individuals who go above and beyond to take care of their patients. God bless their souls and God bless this little girl riding my pecker who was now making sounds like her top was about to blow.

  She was bent over the sink with her cheek pressed to the mirror, holding onto the sides of the sink for dear life, saying she was about ready to cum. I was right there with her, buddy. The moment she slid home I was coming in right behind her.

  I suddenly learned that not all nurses are that dedicated to the health and rehabilitation of their patients. The one that jerked open the bathroom door and started screaming when she caught me slamming my sausage into the young nurse’s twat did not see the humor of the situation.

  She was a fat old hag with a butch haircut and a face that could stop a clock. She stood there in the doorway, getting all red-faced and fuming like she’d caught us fucking in the back of the church or something.

  I gave her an “I’ll be with you in a minute” smile, but didn’t stop what I was doing. I just kept hammering it to the young nurse while she stayed bent over, grabbing the sink and grunting each time my big old cock slammed into her tight box.