Doctor O: A Friends to Lovers Romance

by Ash Harlow

  “And there I thought you wanted me as arm candy,” I teased.

  He laughed. “There’s nothing worthy in my motives, believe me. I want Organicals to use your PR expertise. It’s a way to keep you in Waitapu.”

  My heart gave a couple of quick ‘are you listening?’ thumps that I chose to ignore. Oliver’s words suggested something permanent I couldn’t give him. “You do realize I can do that sort of work from Auckland, or Timbuktu.”

  “We’re country folk, Darcy. We like the direct, hands-on approach.”

  “Yes, I noticed that,” I said, because Oliver had turned me away from the stove and lifted me onto the counter.

  He placed his hands inside my knees, opening my legs and shifting between them. Then he leaned right in until our noses were almost touching. “You’ve had a shitty day, Darcy. I intend to make it up to you after dinner.”

  He was operating on full sexy voice, sending a shiver of desire through me. “Am I allowed to ask how?”

  “Orgasms. Lots of them.”

  “You’re going to fuck me back to happiness?”

  “Whatever it takes. My dick is kind of magic like that.”

  I burst out laughing.

  “See?” he said, with a cocky grin. “Even the mention of it cheers you up.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

  22 ~ OLIVER

  Years back, Luther and I used to visit a club when we were in Auckland. The dominance, restraints, rough sex were more Luther’s thing than mine, but I can’t deny it was wild and heady. Nothing, though, came close to Darcy on her knees, gazing up at me with wide eyes.

  She’d come to me in the bathroom while I showered. At the entrance to the shower she stood silently and stripped. Our eyes stayed locked, both of us naked, her hands at her sides as if waiting for my permission to step into the spray.

  I held my hand out to her and she walked in. Taking hold of my forearm she lowered herself to her knees, water streaming over us from the double jets.

  “May I?” she asked, dropping her gaze from my face, to my hard cock, and back to my face again.

  “All yours.”

  Eyes still on mine, not flinching as a stream of water hit her face, she ran her tongue around her lips and gripped the base of my cock. Then she lowered her head and without any teasing engulfed me with her mouth. Her other hand cupped my balls, and my knees threatened to buckle as I hit the back of her throat.

  She gagged, and tried again, further this time before she slid back up my shaft and swirled her tongue around the head. My jaw clenched and I swallowed hard because within a minute, she had me right on the edge.

  I gathered her hair up as she sucked me in and out of her mouth, her tongue, hands working the base of my cock and balls. I wasn’t going to last long in that perfect wet heat.

  “Fuck, Darcy.”

  She released me with a pop. “Is that how you like it?” she asked, eyes all mock-innocence.

  “No. That’s how I love it.” I eased her head back down, and she took me again. Three thrusts and I pulled her back off. “Exactly like that. How about you?”

  Darcy took in a couple of big gulps of air. “I love your cock. The taste, the soft skin, the way it’s so big.” She gulped again and swallowed. “So big I think I’m going to choke, that I can’t take it…and then, I can.”

  She tried to dive down, stopped by the grip I had on her hair.

  “Look at me.” Her eyes found mine. “If my cock goes down your throat again, I’m going to come. You tell me where.”

  “In my mouth. Drown me.”

  I eased the head past her lips and stopped. She tried to take more but I gave her hair a tug. “That’s enough. Suck, just there, and while you do that, I want you to think about how your pussy feels. Is it wet?”

  She groaned, her tongue drawing patterns over the end of my cock.

  “Does it need my mouth, or my cock?” She made a sound and I jerked out of her mouth. Spit and shower water ran down her chin.

  “Everything,” she said. “Your cock, mouth, fingers.”

  “Spread your knees wider. I want you to play with yourself while I fuck your mouth. Get that pussy ready for me.”

  Her hand disappeared between her legs as I pushed back into her mouth. This time, I went deeper. Her other hand reached for my hip and I used it to guide how deep I went. I hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but when I went to ease up, she pulled me closer, and swallowed. I stayed there, my balls tightening ready to come. I dragged myself back out.

  Darcy gasped, her chest heaving. “I love that,” she said.

  “Good, because this time, I’m going to come down your throat. Open.”

  Her jaw dropped, tongue out, ready for me. Fingers digging into my hip, she pulled me close and I went deeper than before. She made a humming sound, swallowed, her throat constricting over the head of my cock. That did it. My balls drew tight, hitting her chin. My grip on her hair tightened, and the hand that had been between her legs took hold of my other hip. She held me to her as I exploded down her throat, and roared her name.

  When I finished, I slid out, eased Darcy to her feet, and backed her to the wall. I ran my thumb around her swollen lips. “That was astounding. This mouth is fucking beautiful.”

  Her chest still heaved as she gulped for air. “I loved it, too.”

  I slipped my hand between her legs. She was soaked. “You need to come,” I said, rubbing her clit.

  “Yeah, please, I’m so close,” she panted.

  I went to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder. Her hands gripped my head as I sucked her swollen nub. My fingers found her pussy slick, easily slipping inside, and I pumped them in and out as I sucked.

  “That’s it, right there. Please, don’t stop…”

  I stopped. She tugged my hair.

  “Oliver, what are you doing? Why did you stop?”

  I don’t know how she did it to me, but I was hard again. I stood. “Turn around, hands against the wall.” I took hold of her hips. “Hands lower, step out here.” I got her bent into position, ass up, water streaming across her back.

  “You going to fuck me like this, or just look?”

  I slapped her ass, not too hard, but it must have stung in the water because she squealed then wiggled it again.

  I rubbed my cock along her dripping slit. “I’m going to fuck you, hard. Ready?”

  “I’ve been ready for hours.”

  I lined my cock up, and filled her in one thrust.

  “There, that’s the spot,” she moaned.

  I pulled out and entered her again, and again. I slapped her ass, because it was there, because the shape of it begged for my hand.

  She moaned.

  “Your cunt grabs me when I slap your ass. I think you like it.”

  “I do.”

  I fucked her, slapped her again. The muscles of her thighs trembled as I went deeper. She told me how close she was, cursed me when I slowed down, grunted when I went deep. The trembling deepened through her body, and I reached for her swollen, sensitive clit. Just the pressure of my fingers took her over. She wailed as I thrust into her, calling my name.

  I pulled her close to me, scared she’d slip on the tiles as her legs buckled. My hand under her chin lifted her away from the wall, back arched, pussy still clenching in orgasmic waves over my dick as I thrust harder, my dick jerking as I came inside her.

  “You’re right,” she said, as I eased my cock out of her. “You really do have a magic dick.”

  23 ~ DARCY

  “Clear some time for lunch at the Lodge today. There’s somebody I want you to meet.”

  We’d just arrived at work and were walking along the hallway to our offices. “I intended to lunch at my desk, Oliver. I’m still playing catch-up from the time I lost making that trip to Auckland.”

  “Don’t think of it as lost time. You got us Pearl. This could be just as good. Maybe better.” He followed me into my office, closed the door
and leaned against it, eying me in a completely unprofessional way.

  “Who’s going to be at lunch?” I was trying not to eye him in the same manner.

  “It’s a surprise, and it can’t be rescheduled. Believe me, you’re not going to want to miss the opportunity. I expect you to bring your supreme powers of persuasion with you.”

  “Not my super-power, I’m afraid. If I knew who it was I could prepare.”

  “Come here and I’ll whisper it to you.”

  I went to him, and, of course, he didn’t whisper the mystery guest’s name, he simply took the opportunity to tongue my ear and say something filthy. I pulled the door open and pushed him out of my office.

  Even though I badgered him the entire drive, Oliver still refused to tell me who I was meeting.

  “It’s a sad day when I can’t give you a surprise,” he muttered, opening the car door for me.

  “I’m going to look unprofessional if I’m not prepared.”

  “I don’t want you to be prepared. This isn’t a work lunch. It’s social. If I told you who it was, you’d have been scheming all morning. I want you to feel things out over lunch. I trust you to make an approach if you think it’s appropriate, and if you don’t get the right feel, then don’t do anything.”

  “You’re making me nervous, Oliver. It’s not royalty, is it? Or Tom Hiddleston? I think he’s filming down south at the moment.”

  Oliver took my hand and didn’t answer. We entered the foyer and Oliver pulled me to a stop. There was a young boy sitting on the reception counter and Maraea was teaching him a song in Maori. She stopped when she saw us and nudged the boy.

  He spun around and jumped from the counter before Maraea had time to catch him.

  “Uncle Oliver,” he called, running to Oliver and grabbing him around the legs.

  “Uncle?” I asked.

  “Surrogate. He doesn’t have any uncles of his own.” Oliver pried the boy off his legs. “Orion, I want you to meet someone. This is my friend, Darcy.”

  He looked up at me with the biggest green eyes I’d seen. “Hi, Darcy. Are you going to be my uncle, oops, aunty? Are you getting married? Mommy’s having two babies and she’s really fat. Come on, I’ll show you. She sits down a lot.”

  He took Oliver’s hand and the way he led us through the Lodge suggested he knew the layout well.

  I tugged Oliver’s sleeve. “Is Orion the lunch guest?”

  “Part of the family. You’re about to meet the rest of them.”

  Just as we reached the garden, a large squeal went up. “La-la-vah!” called a little dark-haired girl with familiar green eyes now propelling herself toward Oliver.

  “This is Aurora. She used to be a baby, but now she’s growing up. But not growing up big like me,” Orion explained, standing on his tiptoes with his hand performing some sort of height-indication above his head.

  Oliver swept the toddler into his arms. She gave him a stern look, studying his face, her chubby hands cupping his chin.

  Satisfied by whatever it was she was checking, she said, “Kiss-kiss, La-la-vah,” before kissing him on both cheeks, his nose, then his mouth. He did the same back to her, and then she wriggled to get down.

  My heart squeezed a little watching Oliver with the children. He was completely at ease, and they obviously adored him. They each took one of his hands, but he stopped. “Orion, I think you should take Darcy’s hand and introduce her to your parents.”

  The young boy puffed his chest out, and swapped Oliver’s hand for mine. “They’re over here, in the private area because people bug Daddy and ask him to write his name on everything.”

  “Okay.” I looked at Oliver.

  “Go on, I’m right behind you,” he said.

  “I know how to write my name,” Orion added. “But, do you know the letter r?”

  “I do. I’ve got the letter r in my name, too.”

  “Oh. Sometimes, I write it backwards.”

  “Me too.”

  “You’re a grown-up.”

  “Even grown-ups make mistakes,” I said. We’d passed through the gate into the private walled garden.

  “Here they are,” Orion exclaimed. “This is Mom and Dad.”

  I stopped to compose myself before I had a total fan-girl moment, because I was certain that the couple seated at the table were the reclusive rockstar, Reuben Creed, and his wife, Stella.

  Oliver caught up to me.

  “Is that who I think it is?” I said quietly.

  “Not sure, can’t read your mind,” Oliver teased.

  “I’m going back to Maraea. She’s teaching me a special song,” Orion called, and disappeared through the gate again.

  “You could have warned me, Oliver.”

  “Relax, they’ll love you.”

  Reuben Creed, yes, that Reuben Creed stood up and came over to us. We shook hands and I nearly passed out because I think I had every recording of his.

  “Come and meet Stella,” he said, after kissing me on both cheeks.

  “Excuse me for not standing, but I’m kind of wedged in here.” Stella smiled, and looked completely radiant. “Sit with me. Those guys will start talking about boats pretty soon. Reuben’s restoring my Granddad’s old clinker sailing dinghy. You’d think he’d raised the Titanic. I want to hear all about you. It’s been quiet on the island for the past few weeks.”

  Stella and Reuben lived on Ahunui, the biggest of the islands we’d seen the other week. “Do you come over to the mainland often?” I asked.

  “No. We came over to interview nannies. These are twins,” she said, pointing at her stomach. “I’m sure I’m capable of looking after the children, but Reuben insists I need help. Orion will start school soon. He can come over to Waitapu, but when the weather’s awful, that won’t work. I don’t know if I need a nanny, or a tutor, or a housekeeper. And, we have this problem with Reuben who is paranoid about privacy. Plus the singers and bands who come to record need privacy, too. Listen to me? I’m taking over the conversation. Tell me about you, Darcy?”

  I gave Stella the usual story, and then she asked about Oliver and me. “You two are an item?”

  I wasn’t sure how much I should say. “Well, we work together—”

  “Yes, but I can tell you adore each other. We’re so happy Oliver’s found someone. Tell him to bring you over to the island and stay for a weekend. That’s if you don’t mind the children, because they won’t leave Oliver alone.”

  “They’re gorgeous. I don’t mind them at all.”

  “Oh, and the twins are imminent, so it’ll be chaotic. I’ll get Reuben to organize it with Oliver. What do you do for him? If he’s an ogre to work for, you can come and work for us.”

  I laughed.

  “What’s that?” Oliver asked.

  “Stella thinks you’re probably an ogre to work for,” I said.

  “My wife thinks just because she’s pregnant she’s allowed to say anything she likes,” Reuben said.

  “And, my husband likes to keep me pregnant, so he only has himself to blame.”

  He pulled her to him and kissed her. I’d never before seen a couple with such an aura of love around them.

  “Darcy,” Reuben said, “Oliver tells me you scored Pearl for the gala. Nice work.”

  “To be honest, I had nothing to do with it. Her management approached me and all I had to do was say yes.”

  “Don’t undersell yourself. They’ll have checked you out completely before they made the offer.”

  I hoped not. “I have to say, Oliver winning the award, and the resulting publicity was what really did it. That put the cause in the spotlight. There’s no contract signed yet, but I’m confident it’ll go through.”

  “I was talking to her last night. I think you’ll find you’re good.”

  If I didn’t already have a giant crush on Oliver, I’d have been a mess around Reuben. There was no arrogance about him at all and I wondered if that was Stella’s influence, or if he was simply the coolest rock
star on the planet.

  The guys went back to talking about boats. Oliver had drawn something complicated on a napkin, about handcrafting wooden blocks and pulleys. It gave me the opportunity to ask Stella something I’d been curious about.

  “What’s it like, living with Reuben? I mean, I’m trying to be calm, but I’m also pinching myself, because Reuben Creed! I have all of his music.”

  “Do you? Oh, he’d love to know that. I hadn’t really heard of him when he came to the island so I just thought he was some grumpy visitor who wanted to be left alone.”

  “You’re kidding me?”

  “Nope. I mean, of course I thought he was pretty hot, and I knew he could sing because he used to play his guitar at night and sing songs.” She shrugged. “We just got along, and fell in love. And now, look, babies everywhere.”

  Waiters brought plates of food. Salads, fish, seafood, and large bowls of hand-cut fries.

  Stella snagged one. “Sorry, I’m always hungry. Get some food, and then you can tell me about this gala event you’re planning?”

  I explained the event to her, focusing on what it meant to Oliver and how good building a rehabilitation center would be for Waitapu and the surrounding district.

  Orion and Aurora came and went through the meal and I noticed the boy had the same watchful eye over his sister that Reuben had for his wife. I envied them, envied what the people in this area had in their little piece of paradise. Their lifestyle was full and rich, without the stresses of city living. Everyone seemed to care for one another, and accepted me as one of their tribe.

  Reuben swapped places with Oliver when we’d finished eating, and quizzed me about the event.

  “Oliver’s almost convinced me I have to come over and support it.”

  “You can grow your beard again, and wear dark glasses,” Stella suggested.

  Reuben turned to me. “You have no idea what it’s like to spend a life in hiding, Darcy.”

  His comment made me feel like an impostor among them. “Is that your way of telling me it’s futile even hoping you’ll consider joining us?”