The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

I’d let him fuck me while I thought no one was watching, but I’d been wrong. As Preston’s tempo increased, I’d turned my head to the side and saw a figure at the window.

I feel like I broke up with you too.”

Who says that?

I tilted my chin up to meet him as he lowered his mouth to mine.

“I’m going to put my hand down your pants unless you stop me,”

Hot

I was rubbing his erection through his jeans because I fucking wanted to. My fingers ached to learn the feel of him.

“Feel how much I fucking want you, Cassidy. Please say yes.”

“If I kiss you,” he said, “that’s it. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Then, kiss me.”

“Just for a second. Just so I know what it would feel like with you.”

“Fuck,” he uttered so quietly, it was a ghost of a word. His slow push kept going. Deeper, wider, harder. I whimpered as it felt even better and more uncomfortable. I’d only been with one other person before, and even though Greg had done his best to prepare me, it still was a tight fit. I’d never felt so full.

He pulled out completely, and panic swept me away like a rogue wave. “Again,” I gasped. The single word wracked his body with a visible shudder. He repeated my command, tinged with hope. “Again?” “Oh, shit, Greg,” I whined. “Again.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he uttered between hurried breaths. His gaze wandered appreciatively over my breasts and moved up to settle on my lips. “You’re so fucking young and gorgeous.”

“You want to know the first time I thought about you like this?” he asked quietly. His dick plunged and retreated endlessly, hitting a spot that made the rest of the world fade away. “When he took you to prom. The green dress you wore . . . You looked ten years older. After you left, I thought about all sorts of things. Bad things.”

“I was jealous of him.” Greg’s eyes were hesitant. This was something he was nervous to reveal. “I was so fucking jealous. I knew after the dance was over, he was the one who got to kiss you. Touch you. Put his hands up your skirt and find out if you were wearing anything underneath it or not.”

“I would have.” Greg’s voice oozed. “I’d have bent you over a table, pulled up that skirt, and fucked you so hard, your legs would shake.” His smile was sinister. “Just like they are right now, Cassidy.”

His powerful body behind mine, fucking me into oblivion, was a sight to behold. I’d never forget it as long as I lived.

“Seeing this and feeling you wrapped around me. Whatever happens, you were worth it.”

“Are you mad at me?” My voice had been small, but his was light. “For what? Leaving without saying goodbye the other day?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but the words were. I pinched my face together with discomfort. “I’m sorry. It was about to start storming outside, and you looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you.” “I would have appreciated it,” he said softly, “if you had.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he said finally, “but that makes me the worst father in the world, right? A terrible person, at least.” “No—” “Yes, it does. Especially when I want to do it again.”

AHHHHHHHHH

“Tell me,” I asked eagerly, as he sucked on a sensitive spot below my ear, “what you want to do to me.” “You want to hear about my fantasies, Cassidy? Because there are a lot, and they are very, very bad.” Just like me.

I might die from this man. It was an impossibly dramatic thought, but it felt real.

Even scraps were better than nothing to a starving person.

He gazed at me while I pulled on my clothes, surveying me from the bed like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and I went all wobbly.

Greg was going to fuck me in the exact same spot he’d watched me last month with his son.

“How long did you stand there, watching?” “Long enough to know I could do it better.”

Iconic

“Good. I’m going to fuck you until all you remember is being with me on this chair.”

“Just like that. Make me come all over you.”

He told me the filters were stupid, so I put flowers in his hair and showed him how gorgeous he looked.

Greg had a girlfriend. How was it even possible? When was he squeezing in time to see this other woman?

Girl... Are you stupid?

“She told me you have a girlfriend.” It was his turn to look confused. “Isn’t that . . . you?”

An innocuous teddy bear with six expert fake IDs stuffed inside.

That's scary

“That’s it. Use my cock to get yourself off.”

Only to see Preston standing in the entryway, horror etched on every inch of his shocked face.

OH SHIT

“If she meant so much, then why the hell did I find you and that naked girl in the hot tub the week after you came home from school?”

My jaw? In hell—

I let out a desperate cry, choking off a sob. “God, just once, I wish I could be someone’s first choice.”

“I understand,” his voice fell to a hush, “I’m not your first choice. I wasn’t for a long time. But today, I’m your only choice.”

“I think I might be in love with you,”

“I made a promise to him,” he said, “but I fucking swear, today won’t be the last time I touch you.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“I’m in love with Dr. Lowe,” I said abruptly. My mom paused, arched one eyebrow, and set the bands on my nightstand. “Oh, Cassidy, I know. I figured that out watching you two in recovery.”

Oop—

“You looked at him.” I blinked. “That’s it?”

“You looked at him the same way I used to look at your father.”

Okay, so I’m sobbing

“He looked at you the same way, you know. He came right into that recovery room, took your hand, and held it the entire time he told me how the surgery went.”

“He was scared, and it freaked me the fuck out.”

“Scared of what?” “Losing me. Losing you.”

“Your cat only has one eye.” “Would you feel more comfortable if I put on her eye patch?” I said. “She doesn’t really like wearing it.”

“I might be in love with you too.”

Dr. Gregory Lowe was in love with me.

“I’m crazy in love with you, you know that?”