Surviving Doctor Vincent: The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 2

by Renea Mason

  “I thought so too, but there were things I didn’t know. Are you sure she didn’t say anything?” He squeezed my hand tighter.

  I tightened mine around his in reassurance. “I’m certain. What’s wrong?”

  “Her computer was filled with searches about you and your father.”

  “My father? Me?”

  “Probably curiosity, since he made headline news, but given the other secrets she kept from me, I wondered if there wasn’t something else to her exploration.” He let go of me and patted the top of my hand. He leaned on the rock as if he was going to stand.

  I gently gripped his wrist and said, “Not yet.”

  “Everything OK?” He looked around, assessing threat.

  “Yes.” I smiled, dismissing his worry. “I want you to tell me how you’re feeling.”

  He stared at me for a moment. “Did Xavier put you up to this?”

  “No. You lost your wife. The question is perfectly valid.”

  “Yes, and I came here to avoid talking about everything that happened. We have to get back. There isn’t much daylight left.”

  I wanted to kick myself for pressing instead of waiting for him to come to me.

  He said nothing but formalities on the trek back to the cabin.

  Once we arrived, Sebastian disappeared into his room. I didn’t think I had pressed that hard, but I could take a hint.

  I sat on the sofa, watching the raindrops slide down the windowpane. Thunder echoed over the mountaintops; the rumbles announcing the approaching storm. Xavier had called earlier to tell me about his day at Western Labs, my old employer. He complained about unnecessary meetings and the pressure for him to resume work. Tomorrow, he planned to meet with the Society counselor; the idea of him associating with them left a pit in my stomach.

  After a few more hours of waiting for Sebastian to emerge from hiding, I indulged in several magazines that sat on a shelf in the living room—everything from wilderness gear, to boating, to the top fifteen picks for gun enthusiasts. I had never longed for an issue of Cosmo more and decided to turn in for the night.

  The rhythmic patter of rain on the window soothed me to sleep.

  Some time later, the sound of breaking glass woke me. Startled, I jumped up from the bed and yanked the robe from the chair beside me. Wrapping the soft fleece around me, I ran to the stairs and looked over the balcony. “Sebastian, is that you?”

  No answer.

  “Sebastian?”

  Still nothing. A flash of lightning lit up the room, and I could see his silhouette outside. I walked to the door, but paused. He stood in the pouring rain, beyond the protection of the awning. His head tilted toward the sky, allowing droplets to pelt his face. I undid the belt on my robe, removed the fluffy garment, and hung it by the collar on the back of the leather chair. In only my cotton, white slip nightgown, I opened the door and walked toward him. When I was directly behind him, standing in the downpour, I grasped his hand.

  A second later, I couldn’t breathe. He held me by the throat. I gasped for air. My feet dangled and the moment the realization of my identity hit him, his expression softened. In a fraction of a second he released me and I fell to the ground. That was some military training. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around me.

  “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Water ran in streams over lashes of his wide apologetic eyes.

  “No need. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” I stretched my neck, trying to ease the ache.

  “What are you doing out here? You should be in bed.” He wiped the water from his eyes.

  “I heard breaking glass, and then I saw you out here...”

  “It was me, nothing to worry about. Let me get you inside.”

  I protested through my shivering. “No.”

  He grasped my shoulders. “Why not?”

  “Tell me why you’re out here.” I already knew the answer. The Scotch on his breath told me he was trying to find a way to deal with his anguish.

  “What do you want me to say? That I’m broken, confused, angry? Does that make you happy?” He gripped my arms tighter.

  “If it’s true.” I touched his face, tracing his cheekbone with my thumb. “You’re not alone, Sebastian.”

  “I was so happy you’d be here. I can keep you safe. But ever since you arrived, everything I locked away keeps trying to escape. That can’t happen. We can’t afford for me to feel this now.”

  I looped my arms around him. “If the cage is empty there’s nothing left to control you.”

  He sighed and stared into my eyes. “Freeing what’s held hostage isn’t that simple.” He took a deep breath and leaned his head against mine. “Fine...but let’s go inside if you want to talk.”

  As he led me up the stairs, he kicked something with his foot and the glass clinked across the wood.

  “What was that?”

  “That was the shattering you heard. I had... I just... I probably shouldn’t have done that.” The fragment of Scotch glass sparkled in the beam of light shining through the window. He stopped, once we were under the awning, and brushed the rain slickened hair from my face. He searched my eyes, but for what, I didn’t know. With one hand he opened the door and with the other he ushered me inside. He closed the door and turned to face me.

  His eyes were rimmed with red and the despair behind them shone through. I wanted nothing more than to hug him. Comfort him. Make him forget.

  He reached out and swiped the water from my shoulder. He hooked his finger in the thin strap of my nightgown, indecision marking his features. I was not wearing a bra and the wet fabric clung to my breasts like a second skin. His eyes drifted lower. My nipples stood hard from the chill and his scrutiny. He slid the strap down my shoulder and looped his finger through the other.

  Should I stop him? Were there rules? Xavier had said he wouldn’t keep them from our bed, but he wasn’t here. Why did he have to be so fucking complicated? Could I push Sebastian away? Did I want to?

  As though answering a prayer, a phone rang.

  Sebastian released the strap and sighed.

  “Let me go get that.” I ran through the living room and up the stairs. I pressed the button. “Hello.”

  “Hello, beautiful. What are you up to?”

  Xavier, thank God. Maybe he had some advice.

  I laughed. “If I told you, I’d never get to hear why you’re calling.”

  “Oooooo. What I have to say can wait.”

  “Well, I just came in from the rain. I’m soaked; my nightgown is dripping wet.”

  He growled. “I guess I should ask why, but part of me wants you to take a picture.”

  I let out a pained chuckle. “I wish I were wearing something sexy. Seriously, Xavier, it’s Sebastian. He had some kind of meltdown. He smashed a glass on the front porch and...I don’t think he cares much for talking to me about why.”

  “Do me a favor, take the phone down stairs, I need to speak with both of you. Our conversation might help take his mind off of things.”

  “OK. Let me change real quick.”

  “No, don’t.” He cleared his throat. “You can change after the call. I’m a little pressed for time.”

  “OK.”

  With the phone in hand, I descended the stairs. Sebastian stood at the kitchen sink in only a pair of pajama bottoms. He was a work of art—tall, lean and sculpted. How he’d attracted a movie and stage star like Miriam was easy to discern. He spotted me just as he took a sip of water.

  “Sebastian, Xavier’s on the phone. He wants to talk to us for a minute.”

  Through the earpiece Xavier responded, “Put the phone on speaker.”

  I walked to the sofa and sat, placing the phone on the coffee table. Sebastian followed, stopping at the other end of the couch.

  “X, what’s wrong?”

  Xavier laughed. “Nothing’s wrong. I wanted to let you know I received an invitation to the monthly gathering again, but I want you both with me. Elaine, you’ll be
going as my subject and Sebastian, my guest. The council will be there. Sebastian, I want you to see what you can find out. Elaine, I want them all to know you’re mine. I won’t risk you becoming a mark.”

  Sebastian rested on the edge of the seat, sat his water beside the phone and leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “Do you have the targets’ names? Who do you suspect is in charge?”

  “Yes, I’ll text you their information. The man I know little about, but the woman is a prominent psychologist in the city. I’ve been introduced to her at a few functions. Lydia was not fond of her. I don’t know what else you’ll find, but we’re one step closer.”

  His words barely registered, while I was stuck on one thought. “Wait... Monthly gathering? Aren’t those the sex parties?” I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs.

  “Yes. But you’ll be with me. We can just mingle and observe.”

  The chill in the room, my wet clothes, and anxiety from the idea of attending the Society’s orgy caused an additional shiver to bound through me. “Oh, that’s all. Hang out with a bunch of known sociopaths and watch them hump each other. Please tell me there’s alcohol.”

  He laughed. “My queen, you will be fine. Just stay by my side. The last time I went, other than some carefully orchestrated kink, there wasn’t much that would surprise you.”

  He forgot the most difficult part for me. “Oh, that’s right. Stay by your side and play submissive.”

  “Yes...speaking of that... Sebastian, tell me what she’s wearing.”

  Sebastian stared at the phone. “Ahhhh... I don’t. I...”

  I interrupted. “I’m wearing a white nightgown. I went to bed early but someone woke me up.”

  “Starting now, you will only speak when spoken to, Elaine. Do you understand me? You will address me as my king.”

  I knew what he was doing, but the knowledge didn’t help ease my visceral reaction. If I couldn’t be submissive to him tonight, how could I ever pull off my surrender convincingly in public?

  “Do you understand?” His voice rang, deep and laced with conviction.

  I swallowed hard, trying to delay the spike of rage that longed to battle his words. Knowing this role-play was for my own good.

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Very good. Now, again...Sebastian, tell me what she’s wearing.”

  Sebastian cupped his face in his hands. “She’s wearing a white nightgown.”

  “How does she look? Be truthful.”

  “Ahhh...X... Now is not a good time.”

  “I disagree. Elaine needs the practice. And you...you need the distraction. I’m only going to ask one more time.”

  He sighed and reluctantly looked in my direction. “She’s beautiful, X, but you know that.” I expected him to look away, but he didn’t.

  “I do, but that doesn’t paint the picture for me. Tell me what she’s doing.”

  He blinked slowly a few times before speaking, seeming to considering his words carefully. “She’s huddled on the far side of the couch. Her nightgown is wet.”

  Xavier released a sound that mimicked a hum. “Wet? How did she get wet?”

  “She came outside looking for me in the rain.”

  “Elaine, my love, are you cold?”

  My chattering teeth wouldn’t let me lie, but I couldn’t tell if they resulted from the chill or anticipation. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Very good. So, she’s wet and wearing a white nightgown... Sebastian, let me see through your eyes. Tell me.”

  Sebastian sighed again and clenched his hands together in a fist. “Her skin is creamy and the white dress fits like a second skin. You can see all of her.”

  Xavier let out a throaty growl. “Can you see her breasts?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are her nipples hard?”

  Sebastian swallowed, pausing. “Yes.”

  “Elaine, the only correct responses are, ‘Yes, my king’ or ‘no, my king.’ Do you understand?”

  “Yes, my king.”

  “I love you no matter your choice, so choose only what you truly desire. Do you want Sebastian to touch you?”

  I did. But saying I desired him out loud took courage. I wanted this experience for him, even more than I wanted to indulge myself.

  “Yes, my king.”

  Sebastian’s eyes grew wide. He rubbed his hands along the seam of his pants.

  “Sebastian, go to her. Touch her. Elaine, tell him you want him to touch you. You have my permission to speak, just this time.”

  “Touch me. Please.”

  Sebastian groaned. “Elaine, you don’t have to do this.”

  Xavier chimed in, “Go ahead, Elaine...tell him.”

  “I want to.”

  Sebastian moved closer, the cushions dipping with his weight. He whispered, “Elaine...” as his hand ran up the outside of my thigh.

  Xavier inhaled audibly. “Tease her nipples through the fabric. Let the cold make them harder.” He groaned. “God... I wish I was there.”

  I uncurled my legs and sat sideways on the couch, inviting Sebastian’s caresses.

  He didn’t reach for my breasts initially, but outlined the neckline of the gown before dipping his finger lower, blazing a heated trail across my cold skin. His other hand closed over my breast.

  “Are you touching her, Sebastian?”

  He hissed, “Yes.”

  Static crackled between Xavier’s words. “I know how you love her breasts. Didn’t I choose well?”

  Sebastian flicked his thumb over one of the hard peaks. “You did.”

  “My hands are large and she still overflows them.” Xavier cleared his throat.

  Sebastian squeezed and teased, each mound, but in my mind, I envisioned both men touching me.

  “Elaine, do you like what he’s doing?”

  I sighed. “Yes, my king.” The teasing of his fingers was nothing compared to the intense look in his eye. Sebastian’s expression caused an inferno to grow inside me.

  Xavier growled, “Take off her gown.”

  Sebastian’s reluctance gone, he pulled the garment over my head and my breasts bounced free.

  “Isn’t she gorgeous, Sebastian?”

  “Yes. Without a doubt.”

  “Kiss her,” Xavier demanded.

  I watched as Sebastian leaned in and covered my lips with his. A hint of Scotch remained on his breath, but I didn’t mind. His warm lips were full and needy. He moaned.

  “Yes, very good. This is what you both need. Sebastian, grasp her breast with both your hands, lick her nipples and then suck them into your mouth. Make sure she’s watching.”

  Sebastian did as Xavier instructed. The first pass of his tongue made me shiver. The second and third lit another fire within and as I watched his full, luscious lips close over the tip, nothing short of fucking him would do. He sucked and kneaded.

  “Now the other...” Xavier moaned.

  “You know, Xavier, I speak for Elaine since she can’t—I bet she’d like to know what you’re doing.” With his last word he started his new assault.

  “I’m lying on the hotel bed. Trying to picture exactly what you must look like now. My pants are unzipped and my cock is free. But I’m just getting started. I’m not going to work myself into a frenzy until he’s fucking you. When I can hear you whimper and moan, I’ll stroke my cock until I come, thinking about Sebastian taking you with my permission.” He groaned. “Speaking of that, take off her panties. She won’t be needing them.”

  “Yes,” Sebastian hooked his fingers in the sides of the lacy garment and slid them down my legs until they fell onto the floor.

  “Are you hard yet, Sebastian?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  Xavier sucked air through his teeth. “Show her.”

  Sebastian sat up and pulled the drawstring on his pants, and with his thumbs inserted in the waistband, eased them over his ass, allowing his cock
to spring free.

  “Elaine, can you see his cock?”

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Do you want to taste him?”

  “Yes, my king.”

  “Sebastian grab her by the hair and put her lips on your cock and tell her to suck. Tell her how you want her to serve you.”

  He made haste, tangling his fist in my hair and pulling me to him, eye level with his cock. Sebastian gazed down at me, one foot planted on the floor, his knee resting on the leather couch. “Lick it first. Then suck the head. And when you’ve done that, I want to fuck your mouth.”

  Xavier moaned through the phone. “Yes... Make her do it.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed his shaft in both hands and licked around the ridge and along the sensitive spot on the underside.

  His hands braced my head, and he moaned.

  I looked up at him, made eye contact with his brilliant blue eyes and opened my mouth. I hesitated, prolonging the expectancy, and snaked out my tongue to collect the droplet that glistened on the tip. I gazed at him while I savored the taste, licking my lips.

  He let out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”

  Mechanics of the act were essential, but I found that the show was far more important. My enjoyment fueled his. The seduction and anticipation made each caress, each suck, each flick, worth twice as much.

  I paused with my mouth open, just out of reach and his hands tightened on my head. He licked his bottom lip, and I engulfed him, coating him in wetness as I sucked.

  “Fuck... Elaine... Oh...”

  Xavier panted on the phone. “Tell me, Sebastian. Tell me what she’s doing.”

  I started a slow, steady rhythm, sliding him in and out, allowing his shaft to glide through my lips, while applying just the right amount of pressure. I used my tongue to tease the underside, tracing the ridge from side to side. My fist wrapped around the base to guide him as I permitted him entrance again and again.

  A hum of contentment rumbled in his chest. “X. God... So good. Her pretty little mouth is working me. So hot.” His hips began to move, and I stilled, allowing him to take the lead. Our gazes locked, his hands held my head in place.