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  “Ridge!” I cry out in ecstasy, almost sobbing his name. “Yes!”

  Finally, my climax reaches its peak and then recedes, leaving me a panting, trembling mess. There’s still no sensation in my legs, but my pussy and ass have gotten a workout of the best sort. With a grin, the doctor pulls his fingers out with a deep sucking sound and then brings them to his mouth. Oh my god, is he licking the one that was in my ass?

  But it’s true. With a dirty smile, Ridge cleans himself up while making full eye contact with me.

  “You taste amazing, sweetheart, didn’t I tell you that already? Even more, I can’t wait to kiss you down there like this,” he says, bending down to press his lips against my asshole momentarily.

  I groan, my pucker twitching even as my body revs up again.

  “Will there be a next time, Dr. Feelgood?” I ask in a coy voice.

  His blue eyes flash.

  “You betcha,” comes that sly grin. With another smile, he bends even lower so that he’s tonguing my clit and I moan once more, my folds growing wet. But then I sit up a bit.

  “Oh my god, Danielle’s going to be here any second,” I gasp, my eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. He gives me one last lick before straigtening.

  “You’re right, baby girl, but don’t worry, we’ll have you ready in a jiffy.”

  With one last kiss to my pussy, making me shudder, Ridge puts my wheelchair within reach so I can hoist myself into it. He washes his hands and wipes down the table, finding my panties deposited on the floor.

  He slips them in his pocket. “They’re mine, now.”

  I squeeze my legs together. “I can’t leave while I’m bare!”

  His eyes are playful. “Of course you can. And you will.”

  My pussy is wet again, ready for more, but then Danielle knocks on the door before I can say something. He winks.

  “That’s your cue. I’ll see you tomorrow, Summer.”

  I flush.

  “Um yes. See you tomorrow.”

  Without a backwards look, I open the door to find a smiling Danielle, and wheel myself out into the hallway. Behind me, I can feel Ridge’s eyes burning into my frame, leaving trails of fire. My entire body is tingling, my bottom half wet and swollen still.

  I can only hope that Ridge feels something for me that goes beyond physical attraction because I know it’s more than that for me. I want him. I want his hands, his touch, his words, his laughter, and those bright blue eyes on my body every minute of every day. But we’re doctor and patient and our relationship is taboo. So where do we go from here?

  17

  Ridge

  My phone buzzes on the table, startling me. I pick up the device and roll my eyes. It’s Leo. Figures.

  “Hey,” I say. He doesn’t even bother to greet me.

  “Where the hell were you today?” is his demand.

  I have to pull the phone from my ear so Leo doesn’t bust my hearing. “What are you talking about?”

  “My first day back and you didn’t even throw me a party?”

  If we were in the same room, I’d punch him. “You were on vacation. You don’t deserve a welcome back party.”

  He lets out a rueful chuckle.

  “If you knew what I went through today, you’d disagree.”

  “Yeah, okay, but it’s like that every day in the ER. Did you just call to tell me you wanted a party? Because I’m not baking you a cake.”

  He laughs. “Some friend you are. But no, I didn’t call about a party. I wanted to know what happened with that girl, you know, the patient you’re in love with.”

  My words come a little too fast.

  “I’m not in love with her.” I like her, definitely. I’m in lust, definitely. But no one said anything about love. Leo may be a player but perversely, he’s also the biggest romantic of our crew. He’s the guy watching shitty rom-coms alone in his apartment. I’ve seen his DVD collection hidden under his TV, and there are lots of covers with couples kissing in the rain.

  “Whatever. It’s been two weeks. You make a move yet?” he demands again.

  I snort with exasperation.

  “I told you, I can’t,” is my lie. “She’s my patient, and even if I could, I wouldn’t.” The fib won’t kill me. After all, Leo doesn’t need to know what happened between Summer and me even if the images of her sweet body are still burned on my brain. Those huge, creamy tits and spread legs haunt my dreams and make me forget to swallow sometimes.

  Leo is quiet for a minute. “I don’t get you, man. I’ve never seen you talk about a girl the way you talked about her that night. So what gives?”

  I try to throw him off the trail.

  “You were drunk. I think you’re imagining things.”

  “I was drunk, but I remember every word. You’re into her. You should go for it.”

  I make a noise of disbelief in my throat.

  “She just got her entire world ripped away from her,” I say. “She’s bound to a wheelchair. She has to come in five days a week for therapy. She’s clearly messed up from the accident, at least mentally. It wouldn’t just be unprofessional of me to hook up with her, it would be fucking amoral.”

  There’s a pause.

  “Holy shit,” Leo says in a hushed tone. “You slept with her, didn’t you?”

  Of course, he knows because Leo knows everything. “I didn’t.”

  “You did. Holy shit! You actually went for it. Good job, my man.”

  “I didn’t sleep with her.”

  Leo pauses. “But you did something with her.”

  I could keep telling him he’s wrong, but he won’t believe me, and I’ve never been much of a liar.

  “I did do something with her,” is my confirmation.

  He chortles happily.

  “Damn, I’m like a proud father right now.”

  “You’re a year younger than me,” I remind him. “So you’re definitely not my dad.”

  He takes it in a stride.

  “Doesn’t matter. I knew you’d do it. So what’s next?”

  I pause. That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? I don’t want my experience with Summer to be a one-time thing, but she’s still my patient. What happened was against pretty much every rule, but at the same time, it felt so damn good. Leo interrupts my train of thought.

  “I’m taking your silence as confirmation. You like this chick, don’t you? So when do I get to meet her?”

  “Never,” I say automatically. “I don’t know. Maybe eventually. I don’t know what’s next, though. She might not even want a next, come to think of it. She may report me to the board because that would be within her rights.”

  Leo chortles again.

  “Did she not enjoy it?”

  Her moans ring in my ears; the sight and sounds of Summer begging me not to stop as I fingered her tight, sweet pussy and ass will forever be ingrained in my brain. “She definitely enjoyed it, so there are no worries there.”

  Leo giggles like a little girl again.

  “Then I doubt she’ll report you. I don’t think you have anything to worry about, in fact. Just keep it on the down low until she’s no longer your patient, and you’re all good.”

  Nothing fazes my friend, so it’s easy for him to say. Even the threat of losing his license wouldn’t be enough to stop him from doing whatever he wants. Me, not so much. I love my job and don’t want to be out on my ass without a way to make a living.

  And yet, after today, I’m thinking Summer might be worth the risk. Am I crazy? Have I gone insane?

  “Are you satisfied with the new information about Summer?”

  Leo leaps on the tidbit of information.

  “Her name is Summer? I like it. Very sexy.”

  I can’t help but smile. “Yeah, and it’s honestly fitting. She’s been down lately but I can see the sunshine behind the clouds.”

  “Dude, what the hell? Are you going all poetic on me?”

  I shrug, even though he can’t see. “Don’t ac
t like you haven’t heard worse in your stupid movies.”

  “I have, which is why I’m worried about you. You know how those guys always end up: with a ring on their finger and a passel of kids.”

  “Whatever, man. Can I hang up now?”

  Leo chuckles. “Yeah. Lunch tomorrow?”

  “Maybe.”

  “See you then.”

  We hang up, and I toss my phone back onto my coffee table. The conversation with Leo has Summer on the forefront of my mind, and not entirely in a good way because I absolutely shouldn’t have touched her. At least, not so intimately if I want to keep my license. If Danielle had come back early and heard Summer’s moans, I’d have been screwed. Just locking the door was a risk, since everyone knows I never do that.

  But somehow, I don’t regret it. Her pussy and ass were so tight, I want more than anything to feel those walls squeezing around my cock. I want to see her eyes roll back in her head and her titties bounce as I take her over and over again. When she came, I thought that the gates to Heaven opened. She made an amazing moaning sound and I almost shot my load in my pants. That would’ve been an embarrassing stain to explain, and I might have to keep an extra set of scrubs in my office from now on, just in case.

  I close my eyes, picturing her curves. Her huge tits were barely held in by her sundress. And that ass? Those thighs? Her thick hips? I could get lost in them.

  Damnit, I need more. I don’t care if I lose my license and my job. Leo’s right. If I keep it on the DL with Summer, no one will find out, and that way, I won’t get into trouble.

  My hands find my lap. My cock is stiff just thinking about what happened, and what might happen between us in the future.

  I hope she’s on the same page, because I need more of that curvy body and sweet laugh, and even worse, and I don’t think I can touch her during PT without another happy ending. Oh shit! What do I do? Groaning, I roll off to bed with Summer filling my mind.

  The next morning, I pace in front of the hospital door, waiting for Summer to show up for PT. She’s my first appointment of the day, thankfully, because I’m too distracted to see any other patients.

  The beautiful brunette smiles when she wheels herself into the room. Danielle waits from the doorway, with a too-casual look in her eye. I think she might suspect what happened yesterday, but god, I hope she’s not going to say anything. At least not without more evidence.

  “Hi,” Summer says shyly as the door shuts.

  “Hey.” I step towards her. “How are you?”

  “Good.”

  I smile down at her. “That’s great to hear. How are your legs feeling?”

  “Still tingly!” The excitement in her voice is contagious. “I never thought I’d have any feeling in my lower half again, but I actually have some now and it’s incredible. Thanks, Dr. Maddox.”

  “Don’t thank me, sweetheart, because we did it together. We make a great team.”

  She nods happily. “We really do.”

  Silence falls between us and it’s a little awkward. “Listen, Summer, about yesterday…”

  Her smile dims and my heart spasms painfully. “Please don’t tell me it was a mistake,” she whispers.

  “Absolutely not,” I say. Her face lights up again. “I was going to say that I don’t want it to be just one time because well … I really like you.”

  There’s another pause as she takes a deep breath.

  “I like you, too,” she says in a quiet tone. “So what now?”

  Good question. I try a casual smile.

  “Well, right now, we need to work on your PT. And in here we need to be professional. But I was thinking that maybe we should go out together, away from the hospital. What do you think? Are you available tomorrow night?”

  Summer is nodding before I even get the words out. “Yes. Yes!”

  I grin. “Good. Perfect. I’ll pick you up at six. Does that work?”

  She smiles sweetly then.

  “Sounds good. Do you need my address?”

  “Yeah, text it to me.” I give her my number to enter into her phone, and she immediately texts me her address. “Perfect. Now it’s time to get to work. No taking it easy today, because we have momentum to maintain.”

  Summer doesn’t complain even once during PT. She does her exercises with a look of intense concentration, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. It’s such a huge change from where she was two months ago, and I’m insanely proud. She’s amazing, hands down, and I praise her efforts as she strains and struggles. We even get her working on the machine she eyed her first day, the one I could tell she thought she’d never be able to use. It works out both her arms and her legs simultaneously, helping with muscle definition. She’s incredible, hands down, and to my sheer astonishment, I get to take this amazing woman on a date tomorrow night. How did I get so lucky?

  As she works out, we share a secret smile, and my heart contracts. She’s gorgeous, smart, confident and so beautiful, and suddenly, tomorrow night can’t come sooner.

  18

  Summer

  Annabel curls my hair while Dee and Liz argue over what pair of jeans I should wear.

  “It doesn’t matter how good they make my butt look,” I say, keeping my head still so Annabel can tame my mane. “I’m sitting in a wheelchair, remember?”

  Dee rolls her eyes. “Since when have you ever thought a wheelchair was an excuse for bad fashion sense?”

  She has a point. I’ve been the stylist for women in chairs, women with leg braces, women with prosthetics, and women in any state of being. Just because it’s me now, doesn’t mean I get to be judgmental.

  Of course, the girls don’t know about the passionate pussy and ass massage I got from Ridge two days ago. All they know is that he’s taking me on a date, and that I want them to keep it a secret so Ridge doesn’t get into trouble with the hospital. I’m pretty sure dating patients is against the rules.

  “I went by Lalique today,” Liz mentions, changing the subject. “Megan was asking when you’ll be coming back to work.” She holds up a pair of jeans, one of my favorites, and Dee finally nods. Now they need to pick a top that satisfies them both. Good thing I have over an hour before Ridge is supposed to pick me up because it’s not going to be easy.

  But I’m happy to hear that someone asked about me. Megan is my boss at Lalique or at least she was months ago.

  “I don’t know if I’m going back. I’ve applied to a few other jobs – ”

  Dee laughs. “You’re not giving up on Lalique because of this accident, are you? I won’t let you.”

  “Dee!” Liz cries. “We said we’d be nice about it.”

  “Nice hasn’t worked yet. You can coddle her, but I’m going to say it straight. You’re in a wheelchair, Summer. Get over it. You’re not dead. You can still live your life. You can still be a stylist at Lalique. Stop using the accident as an excuse and go back to work.”

  I gape at her. “I’m not using it as an excuse! I’ve just been… I don’t know, I’m not myself.”

  Dee’s face softens. “I know you’ve been feeling off since the accident, and not being able to walk has taken its toll on you. But you can’t give up your entire life because of this one setback. What would old Summer say to you right now?”

  I think for a moment.

  “She’d tell me to stop moping and that a good outfit can make all the difference.”

  “Exactly! Now, we’re working on the good outfit part, so you work on the stop moping part.”

  Dee is right, and I appreciate that she cares enough about me to tell me how it is. Although, frankly I’d have appreciated a little more coddling. My friend can be harsh sometimes but I love her for it. Most of the time, that is.

  “I’ll try,” I tell them. “I’m sorry I’ve been a crap friend lately. You’re all so nice, still showing up to help me get ready while wiping up my tears.”

  Liz takes my hand. “We will always show up, Summer. No matter what. You know us. We’re the
Four Musketeers.”

  If I start to cry, the makeup Liz worked so hard on will be ruined, so I swallow hard and smile. “I love you guys so much.”

  “We love you, too,” Annabel says. “Now sit still or I’ll burn you with this curling iron.”

  I straighten my back and square my shoulders. I haven’t done anything but brush and wash my hair since the accident, so it feels good to have sleek curls again, and I’m glad Annabel was willing to do it for me. The last time I did it, I got into the car accident right after. I’m not superstitious, and I’ve been fine in vehicles since then, but I still feel weird reliving that day.

  After ten more minutes, Annabel declares my hair finished. “Go ahead and shake it out.”

  I do, then check myself in the mirror. Liz did my makeup with subtle strokes, using just some eye makeup and blush. It looks nice, actually. After two months, my face is healed and no longer swollen. Even my nose looks pretty much the way it did before, despite being slightly crooked at the bridge.

  I look beautiful. And I look like myself.

  More tears threaten to fall, so I quickly ask Liz and Dee what outfit they chose for me. Liz holds up a floral top that I’ve always loved, and they pair it with a pair of dark jeans that make me feel like Wonder Woman.

  “Perfect,” I say. My voice cracks a bit on the word. The three girls surround me in a hug. “Alright, alright. No more love fest. Get out so I can get changed.”

  As the girls hurry out, I climb onto my bed with the jeans and slide them on. I’ve become an expert at dressing myself without using my legs, and revel in the feel of the scratchy fabric against my skin. Ridge says that’s a good sign. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but my doctors seem optimistic. Maybe I’ll keep improving!

  By comparison, the shirt is easy. I’m careful not to screw up my hair when I put it on, but it’s a little tough and my curls get mussed. That’s okay. It’s an artful kind of messy, and not a rat’s nest kind of messy, which I’m grateful for.