Doctor's Orders (Complete Series)

by Lilian Monroe

  “You outdid yourself, Emma, that was so delicious,” I tell her.

  “Oh, stop,” she says, blushing. “It was mostly Val anyway.” The two of them start laughing.

  “You’re hopeless in the kitchen,” Val teases. Their friendship seems so easy and comfortable. My mind quickly jumps to Hannah but I push the thought away as my heart squeezes.

  “Thank you for having me. I’ve been so busy with work and life that I don’t remember the last time I actually had an evening to myself with other adults.”

  “I know how that is,” Valerie says dryly, raising her eyebrows in commiseration.

  “Dave was saying you have a little sister?” Emma asks. Dave’s been talking to them about me? Did he tell them we’re married? Surely, they would have mentioned that by now.

  “Yeah, she’s about Gracie’s age. My parents are gone so it’s been just her and me for a while. She means everything to me.”

  “Kids have that effect on people,” Emma says with a laugh. “I was staunchly child-free until I met Elliot and Gracie. Now I can’t imagine my life any other way.”

  I look at Valerie and Emma as they move in tandem to wash the dishes. They move as if they’re perfectly comfortable and used to each other.

  “So you guys have known each other for a long time?”

  “Since forever,” Emma says, looking over at Val. “Too long.” They laugh again. Val looks at me.

  “Clay and Davey have been best friends since they were in medical school as well,” she explains. “He really cares about you. I can tell by the way he looks at you. How long have you guys been together?”

  My cheeks flush. They think he likes me? It must be the wine that’s making his eyes look like that. I can’t believe that he’d be doing anything except tolerating me and trying to navigate this unusual situation. Just a week ago he told me he’d hated me for ten years.

  “He’s a good guy,” I reply lamely. “I’ve known him for almost my whole life. I… I knew his sister.”

  There’s a silence between the three of us as my heart beats faster. I wonder if they know he had a sister. Suddenly my mind is doing backflips and I’m panicking. I shouldn’t have mentioned Hannah. The nervousness that disappeared when I walked in starts rising in me again.

  “I’ll go get the last of the dishes,” I say, wanting to escape.

  “Just sit down, Izzy, you’re a guest. Have some wine!” Emma says, flicking her head at the half-full bottle of wine on the counter. She winks at me and her bright red lips curl into a smile. “Pour me a glass while you’re at it.”

  I let myself relax, laughing with her and nod. “All right, twist my arm,” I say. My heartbeat goes back down to normal and I reach for the bottle of wine. I could see myself become friends with these women. I haven’t felt this comfortable with other people in years.

  Emma asks me about work and we fall into an easy conversation. I tell them about Dave’s grandfather, about Jess, about being a nurse. They tell me about work and how they met their husbands. I wonder if I’ve been wrong to isolate myself all these years. I should have sought out friendships more and opened myself up to other people. I never imagined it could be this easy.

  I hear Dave laughing in the other room and I remind myself not to get too comfortable. If Dave doesn’t want them to know our business arrangement, I shouldn’t be too open with them. I sigh and take a sip of wine. This is far more complicated than I thought it would be.

  28

  Dave

  Izzy walks back into the room carrying a tray of desserts, followed close behind by Emma and Val. She places the tray down in the middle of the table and I watch as she smooths her dress down before taking seat beside me. I put my arm around the back of her chair and I can just barely smell the flowery perfume she has on.

  I feel completely relaxed and happy. Izzy turns her head and smiles at me, sending warmth through the center of my chest. I drop my hand and stroke her shoulder, loving how soft her skin feels under my fingers.

  “Well, Izzy, you should bring Jess over sometime. I’m sure Gracie would love a new friend, wouldn’t you, Grace?”

  Gracie nods and Izzy smiles.

  “That sounds really great Emma, I’m sure Jess would love that.”

  We finish dessert and finally make our way out the door. Once in the car, I put my hand on her knee. She places her hand over mine and looks over at me.

  “You’re really handsome,” she says. I smile and glance over at her. She’s radiant, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I look back at the road and give her knee a gentle squeeze. Even feeling her leg under my hand makes the blood rush to my crotch. I’m driving toward Queens, but all I want to do is take her home and spend the night with her.

  That would be inappropriate, right?

  What am I saying? We’ve already crossed so many lines and it’s never felt this good to be with a woman. I don’t care that she’s Izzy Daniels, she’s incredible and intelligent and witty and kind and hard-working and beautiful. Finally I work up the nerve to speak.

  “You want to stay over tonight? We could go to my place in Manhattan. I mean, unless you need to go home to be with Jess or something”

  My heart skips a beat as she pauses. I want her in my bed tonight, yes, but most of all I want to wake up next to her tomorrow morning. That’s the opposite of how I’ve felt about women my entire adult life.

  “That sounds perfect. Jess is at a friend’s house so I’m all yours.” She squeezes my hand gently and my heart does a cartwheel in my chest. Her words play on repeat in my mind.

  I’m all yours.

  I smile and nod, taking the next exit to my place. I can feel my cock getting hard at the thought of having Izzy to myself for the entire night. I pull into my building and as soon as the elevator doors close on us my hands are on her body.

  She presses herself into me and our lips meet, my hands around her waist and hips and ass, hers tangled into my hair. We’re completely entangled in each other, kissing like there’s nothing else in the world that matters.

  Truthfully, right now there isn’t. Nothing matters except Izzy. The elevator doors ding open and I take her hand to lead her to my apartment. I open the door and step through.

  “Wow, swanky,” she says, one eyebrow raised.

  I grin. “Does it impress you?”

  “No,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me. I laugh and wrap my arms around her again, pulling her to my bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed and wrap my arms around her as she stands in front of me, leaning my forehead on her stomach. She runs her fingers through my hair and massages my scalp and I groan. Her touch feels incredible.

  I breathe in deeply and bring my lips to her stomach, kissing it gently. She runs her fingers through my hair, down my neck, rubbing my shoulders and back. I let my hands glide over her body, feeling the way her ass curves into her thighs, the way her hips dip into her waist.

  I pull my head away from her stomach and look up at her face. She looks down at me and holds my face gently between her hands. We look at each other for a long moment and she runs her fingers back into my hair. I exhale slowly and then bring my own hands up her body, feeling her stomach and ribs and cupping her breasts. She leans into me and lets out a soft moan.

  I thought that I’d have her clothes ripped off as soon as we walked in the door. I thought we’d be naked and clawing at each other by now, but this is somehow even better.

  She looks at me and slowly brings her knees up to either side of me, sitting down on my lap. I wrap my arms around her and she places a gentle kiss on my lips. We kiss slowly, tenderly, and I taste her lips like never before. They’re soft and pillowy, and her tongue slips in between them to find mine.

  We kiss gently, and then harder, and then gently again until my cock is rock hard but I don’t want to stop. I’ve never experienced this kind of intimacy.

  This is different. This feels different than the other times we’ve had sex. Now I feel like I’m starting t
o understand the term ‘making love’. We’re still fully clothed, we haven’t done anything except kiss and explore each other’s bodies with our hands but it already feels like we’ve done more than ever before.

  Every time she wraps her fingers into my hair, or lets her hand trail over my shoulders it sends an explosion of sparks through my whole body. I can’t stop touching her, gripping her body and pulling her into me.

  Izzy pulls away from me and stands up, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it puddle at her feet. She’s wearing a lacy black bra and tiny panties that make my cock strain against my pants even more. I start unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off as Izzy reaches for my waistband. She drops to her knees and slides my pants and underwear down my legs.

  Her eyes are wide and burning with desire as she grabs my cock in one hand. The second she slips her lips around my cock I let out a low moan. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle this for long.

  29

  Izzy

  I can taste the bead of precum when his cock touches my tongue. It’s salty and slippery, and it turns me on even more than I already am. I reach up to feel his abs as my lips wrap around his shaft and I take his cock in my mouth. The way he’s moaning is sending shivers down my spine.

  The wetness is pooling between my legs as I move my head up and down, tasting every inch of him. He moans again and I feel powerful. I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before. His hand strokes my shoulder, my neck, tangles into my hair and he starts moving his hips toward me. I grab his shaft with one hand and work my mouth up and down until his hips are bucking and his moans are coming from a place deep in his chest.

  Giving a man pleasure like this has always been a powerful feeling for me, but this is on another level. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel the first time we slept together. I want to have his hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, tasting it and touching it and feeling him get harder for me.

  We move in sync. My mouth, his cock, his hips, his hands, my hands — it’s like our bodies already know each other. Everywhere he touches sends heat flying off my skin, making me grow even wetter.

  I lift my head up and slide his cock out of my mouth slowly, kissing the tip of it gently. I look up and see his eyes, half-dazed as he looks down at me.

  “I’m sorry, Dave, I just need to feel you inside me.”

  “Don’t apologize for that, ever,” he breathes. I lift myself up and place my knees on either side of him on the bed, grabbing his shaft and positioning it between my legs. I grind over the tip of his cock as I exhale, letting my wetness cover him. He moans and sinks his fingers into my thighs as I continue to grind onto him.

  Every time his cock rubs over my clit, a shiver passes through me.

  “Wait,” Dave breathes, reaching over to his bedside table to pull out a condom. He slips it on and I position myself overtop him again. Finally, I sit up and sink down onto him.

  Both of us moan together, and I move my hands over his chest. His hands glide over my thighs onto my ass as he guides me up and down. My hair falls on either side of my face and I look at this man that I never thought I would speak to again, and I relish the feeling of his cock as it moves deeper and deeper inside me.

  The second our eyes lock, I can’t look away. This is more intimate and more intense than anything I’ve experienced. My body is on fire. I’m like a tightly wound spring, ready to explode at the slightest touch. I move smoothly up and down and he grinds his hips into me so that he’s filling me up completely with his cock.

  “That feels so good,” I breathe. He grunts in response, moving his hand from my ass over to slide down my stomach. His thumb touches my bud and an explosion of sensitivity passes through my core. I almost scream as he starts to twirl his thumb around. He moves his finger faster and faster and I grind my hips down harder.

  Suddenly the passion burning between us explodes, and the only sounds in the room are our bodies smacking into each other and the moaning and grunting of passionate, dirty, wet, wild sex.

  His finger is still on my clit and I can feel myself edging closer to the abyss. I close my eyes and feel his other hand leave my ass, only to come down with a hard smack. I yelp in surprise, feeling the smart burn of his hand on my ass cheek. My eyes fly open and I see him biting his lip as he raises his hand to slap my ass again.

  The pain sears through my skin and transforms into pleasure almost instantly. His thumb circles my clit faster and harder and his hand comes down on my ass with another loud smack and suddenly I’m flying over the edge.

  My orgasm explodes like a thousand fireworks in my veins, sending pleasure coursing through me instantly. My back arches and I hear myself scream his name as he grunts in response, smacking my ass one more time and rubbing my clit as I ride him.

  I feel him come at the same time as me. His cock gets harder and he groans as his hands grip my thighs. His body convulses under me and my own fingers dig into his chest. I’m panting, hardly able to breathe until my heartbeat slows. I collapse onto him and our bodies intertwine in a sticky, sweaty, sexy mess. He lifts his hand off my thigh and lazily gives it another slap. I try to laugh but the energy hasn’t come back to my body yet.

  It’s like every inch of us is connected. His skin is pressed against mine and our bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. Our hearts beat in sync and our chests rise and fall with the same breath.

  That wasn’t just sex. That was something more.

  30

  Dave

  Izzy is snoring. It’s a gentle snore, I can hardly hear it except for the fact that her head is nestled into my shoulder. We haven’t left each other’s arms all night. I open my eyes and smile. She feels small in my arms, like I can wrap my whole body around her. Her hair is cascading out behind her and her face is completely serene. I brush a strand of hair away from her face and run my fingers over her scalp, rubbing her head gently.

  There’s nowhere I’d rather be, which is a new feeling to me. Waking up next to a woman usually means wondering how soon I can leave, but right now, with Izzy, I can honestly say that this is exactly where I want to stay. She shifts slightly and lets out a sigh, stopping the tiny snores from escaping her nose. I smile and kiss the top of her head.

  I run my fingers along her arm, feeling her skin all the way down along each finger. She feels perfect. Her arm is draped over my chest and her leg is on top of mine, our naked bodies as close as they can be. We’re hardly using up a third of the space in my king-size bed.

  Izzy shivers slightly and moans as she opens her eyes. She looks up at me and smiles.

  “Morning,” she says.

  “Morning.”

  “Were you just watching me sleep?” She asks as she rolls over and stretches herself out.

  “Yeah, you looked so perfect,” I reply, turning toward her and putting my arm around her.

  “You creep,” she says with a laugh and gently pushes my shoulder away.

  I smile and pull her into me. I love the way her body fits into mine, the way she runs her hands all over me and the way she tucks her head under my chin. I wrap my arms around her tighter and she snuggles into me. Her skin is so soft and warm, I don’t think my bed has ever been this comfortable.

  My cock starts pulsing gently with every heartbeat. I ignore it for a few seconds, not wanting to move from the position we’re in. Izzy shifts her body slowly, grinding herself against me. She’s insatiable.

  “I didn’t know you could cook,” Izzy says with a smile as I put a plate in front of her. The pancakes are piled high, dripping with syrup and strawberries.

  “I’m full of surprises,” I respond with a grin. I grab my own stack of pancakes and sit down across from her. She’s wearing one of my old t-shirts with her hair up in a high bun. She digs into the pancakes and brings them up to her mouth, closing her eyes and letting out an appreciative moan.

  “These are so good,” she says once she’s swallowed.

  “My special recipe,” I respond with a laugh.r />
  We talk and eat and laugh through the morning. This whole concept of enjoying a woman’s company like this is almost foreign to me. Usually I’d be bored by now, wanting to get away and call her again when I was feeling horny. But with Izzy it’s different. She’s clever and sarcastic, always surprising me and making me laugh.

  Time flies by and all we do is laugh and talk and eat and fuck. Finally, Izzy looks at her phone and sighs.

  “I’d better go,” she says reluctantly. “Jess is getting home soon. I need to be home for her. She has a key but I don’t like leaving her alone there for more than an hour or so.”

  “Don’t go,” I protest, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her on top of me. She laughs and yelps and then wraps her arms around my neck, dipping her head down to kiss me tenderly.

  The way we kiss is so sensual. Every time her lips touch mine it’s like a current passes through me. We kiss slow and fast, soft and hard — it doesn’t matter how we do it, it’s always electric and always passionate. I tangle my fingers into her hair and kiss her deeply until finally she pulls away.

  “I really do need to go,” she says with a sad smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow though. You’ll survive one night without me, won’t you?”

  “I’ll try,” I respond with an exaggerated sigh. Truthfully, I am sad to see her go. She gathers her things and I walk her to the door.

  “You’re sure you don’t want me to drive you?” I ask one more time.

  “It’ll be faster for me to take the subway,” she replies. I nod and kiss her one more time — my last taste of her lips until tomorrow. Her fingers graze the side of my jaw and we pull apart. She smiles.