by Katy Kaylee
And if you asked me, that need definitely arose when it came to the asshole who’d made Veronica’s life hell for eight years.
Veronica’s mouth twisted up into a knowing smile. “What did you do.”
“I… might have placed a couple of calls,” I replied. “I found out what pharmacy Chad uses and I called in an order of ketoconazole for him.”
“What… I’m sorry, what? That sounds like a type of weird diet pill.”
I grinned at her. “Nope. It’s a drug to prevent erections.”
Veronica’s mouth dropped open. Her eyes lit up, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Oh my God.”
“I had them add a note that it’s to help with his hair. He’ll have no idea.”
Veronica started laughing so hard she nearly knocked her food off her lap. “He’ll take it and have no clue, he probably won’t even realize that’s why, he won’t make the connection between that and why he can’t get it up - oh my God. That’s the perfect revenge.”
“I know it’s unethical,” I told her. “It violates my oaths and my professionalism. But I don’t care. What that bastard did to you was ten times worse. And I don’t think that anyone would blame me if they knew the truth.”
Veronica laughed a little, but I could see her eyes getting wet with tears. “You really didn’t have to do that. It’s still a risk—”
“He’s not going to be able to get an erection for a couple of months,” I pointed out. “He abused you for years. This is only a taste of all that he really deserves. And I don’t care what the consequences will be, if there’ll even be any. They can’t trace it back to me, I made sure of that. It’s the least that I could do. He should be getting so much worse than that.”
Veronica gave me a wobbly smile. I didn’t want her to dwell on such a sad subject. I had wanted to make her laugh, and I had, and now I wanted to move us onto something that would keep her happy.
“Sorry,” she said as I passed her tissues.
“You’re not the first patient to cry in my office, and you won’t be the last, even if you’re not my patient anymore.”
“Am I the first girlfriend to cry in your office?” Veronica replied, dabbing at her eyes.
My heart stuttered in my chest and I lost my breath. “Yes,” I replied, my voice a little hoarse. I cleared my throat. “I’ve never… had any other girlfriends, really. Not for years. The people I dated in college and med school were all… just flings, really. None of them lasted more than a couple of weeks.”
Veronica smiled softly at me, reaching across and taking my hand. I interlocked our fingers, squeezing. “I think I was always waiting for you, even if I didn’t realize it.”
We finished up our lunch, moving onto more lighthearted subjects. I asked after Layla and Veronica mentioned her unfortunate marriage and how she had been trying to encourage her friend to divorce her husband, but that Layla was still scared. I brought up how David had been teasing me about my attachment to Veronica and shared some amusing stories from when we were in college and med school together.
“I see you still found a bit of time to prank people,” Veronica said, her previous tears forgotten, as I’d hoped. “You’re lucky that your professors liked you two so much with the kind of shit you were pulling.”
“What can I say? I’m charming.” I winked at her.
“It sounds like you had a really good friend in David, though.” Veronica laughed. “I mean, still do, oh gosh, that made it sound like he died or something.”
“Ah, no, still alive and kicking unless you count my kicking his ass at racquetball last week as a murder. Which I do.”
“Oh, so modest. But I’m serious. I’m glad that he was there for you. And I’m sorry, again, for… for all of it.”
I helped her to clean up the trash from lunch. “You need to stop apologizing for that, sweetheart, it’s over and done with.”
I offered her my arm, and I walked her out to her car. I wanted to keep chatting with her, but my lunch hour was almost over and I had more appointments to get to. Looked like Bridget and the others had taken the opportunity to split, since I didn’t see their cars in the parking lot. I chuckled to myself. The moment they saw I was distracted they took the chance to go off-site for lunch.
When I mentioned this to Veronica, she looked around at the empty parking lot and laughed. “Reminds me of when… you remember how the librarian at school was cheating on her husband with the janitor? They’d always do it in the car in the staff parking lot when everyone was at lunch.”
“Oh my God.” I had forgotten all about that. “That was hilarious, I remember—oh man. And they got caught by the lacrosse team because Jerry had convinced everyone else to pull a prank on Coach Wheeler’s car… oh my God.”
We reached Veronica’s car, nothing at all like the old Buick I had driven back in high school—a sensible four-door sedan, perfect for when you had a kid on the way—but talking about having sex in parking lots… I couldn’t help but remember our first time in the Buick, and all the times after…
Nobody was around. It was reckless, sure, but I couldn’t help myself—there was no better opportunity. I took Veronica by the waist, pulled her in, and kissed her.
Veronica gasped into my mouth in surprise, her hands falling to my shoulders for balance as she steadied herself. God, yes, this was what I wanted, her body all soft and hot up against mine. I ground my hips against hers so that she could feel me getting hard, my cock throbbing with want for her. It felt like I never truly got soft around her, never truly relaxed. I was always at half mast, always craving her.
“We have a habit of doing this where we shouldn’t,” Veronica noted.
I grinned against her mouth. It was true. Anyone could catch us in the parking lot. I opened up the back car door and playfully shoved her inside. She laughed, and I crawled in after her. “That feels like half the fun,” I admitted.
Veronica yanked on me and pulled me back into the car with her. “Reminds me of old times,” she teased.
“Ah, yes, but I think this car is a lot better than that old rusty tin can.”
“I don’t know, I rather liked the Buick.”
“I rather think that if you can talk about the Buick, I’m not doing my job right.” I kissed her again, spreading her legs wide and sliding my hands up her legs. “How do we want to do this, hmmm, baby?”
Veronica got a naughty look on her face and rolled us. I nearly hit my head in the process but it was all worth it when she slid down between my legs and opened my pants. “I think I want to do this,” she told me.
And then she was sucking me down like there was no tomorrow.
I could remember when Veronica had first learned how to give a blowjob, back in high school, how she had been overeager and been a bit sloppy. I had been as well, going down on her.
Now, though, she’d refined her technique. I groaned long and loud, knowing that if anyone happened to drive by they’d probably see me throwing my head back, but I didn’t care. Her mouth was soft, her lips firm, her tongue working over the head of my cock, her hand sliding down to tug lightly at my balls as she upped the suction. Holy shit. I felt like I was on a freight train about to crash into a mountain but in the best goddamn way possible.
I could feel myself getting hot and tight, ready to spill down her throat, and I wanted to - so badly - fuck, I couldn’t even think - Veronica ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and I clawed at the upholstery of the backseat.
And she pulled off, licking her lips like a cat with cream.
“Oh, no,” she teased. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She climbed up onto me, straddling me. I grinned at her, massaging her thighs, working my way up until I could undo her dress zipper, get my hands on those gorgeous breasts of hers. “Careful, these windows aren’t that tinted.”
“Nobody’s around,” Veronica replied, her breath coming in hot and short. “Now…” She grabbed my hand, sliding it between her thighs. �
�How about you take this baby out for a spin, Dr. Winters?” She batted her eyelashes. “I feel… so tense lately, so… hot inside… do you think you could… help me with that? Please, doctor?”
I grinned. “Mmm, let me see what I can do.”
22
Veronica
Ted flicked his thumb over my nipples, teasing me. “First I’ll have to get you into the right position for the examination.” He slid me down so that we were on our sides, and he hooked my leg up over his, his hand sliding down between my thighs.
I grinned. God, we could be caught at any moment but I didn’t care. It almost added to the thrill. “Oh… doctor, are you sure? This feels so… so naughty, so unconventional.”
“Mmm, you trust me to take care of your problem, don’t you?” He began to stroke my folds. I was dripping wet from sucking him, his cock warm and wide in my mouth, making my jaw ache. It had been everything that I’d hoped it would be. Power and control and exhilaration. Now Ted was stroking me and making me even wetter.
“It’s helping, it’s… oh… I need more, Dr. Winters, please… I feel so empty, I want to be filled…” I descended into gasps, unable to talk anymore as Ted yanked my panties down and slid two of his fingers inside.
Ted was panting against my ear, stroking hard and fast. I mewled desperately in the back of my throat. “I… Ted, I, please, please… ”
“Not until you come for me,” he growled, all pretense and roleplaying dropped.
I whined, my entire body shaking as I came, feeling fireworks going off behind my eyes. Ted chuckled, and before I could even begin to recover I felt him sliding into me. I gasped, arching, and we nearly fell off the car seat, Ted catching us just in time. In this position he could only give these sharp, shallow thrusts, but that was all that I needed from him. It felt so good, sliding right up against my clit from the inside, and after my orgasm, it wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge again. Ted was holding onto me bruise-tight like he was seconds away, right on the edge, and I clenched around him, making him moan and jolt. His fingers found my clit again and I tumbled over, panting, dimly feeling him come inside of me, sounding like he’d been punched in the gut.
As I came down from my orgasm I started to laugh, making Ted stare up at me in surprise. “What?” he chuckled.
“Nothing, I just - look at us.” I gestured between us. “We’re like horny teenagers all over again.”
“You have that effect on me, what can I say.” He kissed up my neck slowly. “You… mean the world to me. In case you still hadn’t figured it out.”
I wrapped my arms around him and let Ted kiss me slowly all over, like he was worshipping me. I’d never felt like this before - like a goddess, like I was something more than human, something worth his reverence.
This was what I had been missing in my relationship with Chad, even before he’d started cheating on me and manipulating me. This was what I’d had with Ted before and had lost and yearned for. This feeling of being cared for, being taken care of. That knowledge that there was someone who felt that they just had to show me how much they loved me, like they couldn’t even help themselves.
I tilted Ted’s face up and kissed him back, savoring each moment, each touch, before we had to pull away. But not forever. Not goodbye. Just a see you later.
His kiss tasted sweeter than sugarcane.
The next few days I felt like I was floating, truly. Like now that I had finally opened myself up to it, I was fully basking in the happiness that being with Ted could bring. He was everything that I’d ever wanted.
It felt like I was experiencing the whole world new again. I developed cravings for new foods, even the air seemed to smell different. Like I had been living in a dark cave and now… now all was light.
When I got the knock on my front door on Sunday, I thought that it might be Ted, but he hadn’t come around since that first time, respecting my need to take things slow and for us to have space. He had never once pushed for anything more than I wanted to give him, and I appreciated that. I hadn’t doubted him, but after years of Chad ignoring my boundaries, setting all the rules and then breaking them at a whim… it was still such a rush of relief. I had forgotten what it was to be in a truly respectful relationship, how sad was that?
I was humming to myself as I got to the front door, but then I peered through the peephole - and stopped.
It wasn’t Ted. It was Preston.
What was he doing here? How had he even found my address? It wasn’t public record. I didn’t think even Layla knew where I lived so he couldn’t have gotten it just by asking around.
Okay… that was creepy. I remembered how he behaved at our coffee meet up (I wasn’t calling it a date, even in my own head) and my stomach twisted a little. You can do this, I told myself, and I opened the door.
“Preston,” I said, smiling at him. “What a pleasant surprise, what are you doing here?”
Preston was dressed to the nines, not that I expected anything less. I had rarely seen him out of a three-piece suit, even when just coming over to chat with Chad. He smiled at me in a way that he probably thought was charming, and had I not known him, I would’ve probably thought it was charming, too.
But I did know him, and I was worried about what he might want from me, and why he would be stopping by my house.
“Veronica, you look lovely as ever.” He gestured behind me, raising his eyebrows. “If you’ll invite me inside, we can chat and I’ll explain.”
The last thing that I wanted to do was invite him inside, but I wasn’t sure that I had a choice. I opened the door further and allowed Preston to step inside. I was reminded of the legends about vampires and how they could only enter a place if they were first welcomed in. Preston wasn’t a vampire in the literal sense, those didn’t exist, but metaphorically… it sure felt like that was exactly what I’d just done.
“How did you find out where I lived?” I asked.
Going straight to the point was breaking a lot of the rules of southern hospitality. You were supposed to offer the person a place to sit, and ask if they wanted anything to drink or, sometimes, depending on what time of day it was, if they wanted anything to eat. Then you had to make small talk, inquiring after them and any family members they had that you knew about and just generally discussing the general news.
Only after all of that was accomplished did you get down to brass tacks and discuss the big issue. It was only polite, and the south was all about politeness, about following the customs upholding the traditions.
I knew that only too well. And I also knew how those customs could bite you in the ass, and I was tired of following them to my own personal hell. I was just going to demand what I deserved, for once.
And right now, what I deserved was to know the truth. I sat down, staring up at Preston, raising an eyebrow. Daring him to try and beat around the bush.
Preston shrugged. “Well I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”
“An eye on me?” I repeated. That sounded a lot like stalking. “Why would you do that?”
“Well, it’s in my best interests, isn’t it?” he replied. He sat down across from me, smiling. It was the same chair that Ted had sat in when he’d come over, and something angry and dark rose up in me at the thought of Preston being there instead, like he was actively, physically trying to supplant Ted. “You’re going to be my wife someday, that means I need to know all about you, including any potential scandals that could ruin me later on if they’re not handled early and properly.”
“Scandals? What… do you mean my divorce?” Nobody could call that a scandal, not really. Oh, yes, I was sure that some could make it out to be something but all I would have to do would be to release the court documents with all the evidence about Chad’s abuse, and it would be all over for Chad, not for me. I’d come out the other side exonerated.
I didn’t want any attention on me, good or bad, so I hadn’t released those documents. Besides that was my private life. Awful as it wa
s, I shouldn’t have to share my private things to get people to believe me or leave me alone. I should be able to live my life, and simply say ‘things didn’t work out’ and have that be all anyone expected of me.
Preston chuckled. “Oh, you really are a good liar. That’ll come in handy later on when we’re together. No, I’m talking about your doctor.”
Cold fear rushed through me as Preston clucked his tongue. “Fooling around with the man who’s helping you get pregnant? I have to admit there’s a bit of irony in that. And kudos for not doing it with the tennis instructor or the pool boy while you were still married, that’s such a cliché. Although, who could blame you for cheating on a man like Chad? You stayed loyal, that’s admirable. But this…”
He waved his hand around, and then shook his head. “I guess you never got the chance to sow your wild oats earlier. I understand, Veronica, truly I do. He’s a handsome man, you two had a connection once - high school sweethearts if my research is accurate - and you must have been very lonely and hurt after Chad.
“But sleeping with your doctor is an ethics violation. He’ll lose his license, his clinic, everything. I’m not sure if there’s anything that could legally happen against you… I’d have to double check… but I would certainly hope not, a fine society girl like yourself. Of course your reputation would take a hit, and that’s almost as bad as the legal possibilities, isn’t it?”
My throat felt like it was closing up. “What do you want?” I whispered, trying to keep myself from shaking. I was so scared and angry I felt like I couldn’t even see straight.
“You.” Preston’s smile never left his face. “I’ve been clear about that from the beginning, haven’t I? I’m going to make this very simple for you, Veronica. I want you on my arm…” His voice lowered to a purr and I thought I might vomit, “…and in my bed. And that’s going to happen, one way or another. So. You can either lose your doctor and date me, or I’ll buy Winters in court. I’ll make him lose everything.”
“You’re resorting to blackmail to get a girlfriend,” I said, pleased that my voice came out stronger this time, steadier. “You’re more pitiful than I thought.”
