Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1) (14 page)

“God help me. I do.”

He removed his hand
and wrapped his arms around me and held me in silence for some time.

Chapter Ten

Firsts

Even less made sense
now. He was stubborn, but not impossible. On the ride home, he held me against
him in the backseat of the limo, but he was eerily quiet and all I could focus
on was that I was running out of time. He hadn’t returned my declaration, so I
was in this alone. “I have a question. How did you meet Lydia—I know you
said she was a professor?”

“I took a class on sexual
dysfunctions, hoping it would give me some insights about why I didn’t remember
anything. One day she mentioned vacationing in New Harbor, Maine. It was my
home town before moving to Boston with my adopted parents, so I struck up a
conversation with her after class.”

“So, you were her
student and she treated your condition?”

“Yes, but there wasn’t
much that could be done. When our relationship turned physical, she suggested
our arrangement. I found satisfaction in it so we made it work. One thing led
to another and we were married two days after I graduated med. school, but we
had been involved since I turned eighteen.”

“So you started
watching her when you were still in school?”

“For some reason, I
don’t black out from masturbation, so it worked for us.” He shifted in his
seat.

My mind whirled. I
still couldn’t reconcile how this much older woman, an expert in the field,
could supposedly treat his condition without helping him more.

“So obviously, she
didn’t have sex with Marco. He was probably at third grade band camp. So did
she pick new partners or stick to the same ones?”

“One was always the
same, Charles—Miriam’s father.”

I tried to keep the
shock from my face. Marco had said he was ‘shady as fuck.’

“Their parents had
been family friends and he was a professor at the same university. He was her
inspiration for studying psychology. He and his wife were divorced and after
discussing my case, he agreed to help.”

“Well, that’s very
hospitable of him.” Sarcasm laced every word. “So he was always one of the
participants?”

“Yes, but it all
matters little now, they’re both dead.” It was impossible to miss the defeated
look that overshadowed his features.

With a soft pat to
his leg to express my sympathy I added, “I’m sorry she wasn’t able to help you.”

He shot me a glare. His
brow furrowed. “What do you mean? She gave me a chance at something.”

I needed to tread
carefully. Failing to see her nobility was my issue and obviously an opinion I
alone held. But could I make him see? Did his loyalty make him so blind that he
didn’t see the significance of what he had just done?

“And it wasn’t for a
lack of trying. Charles was a memory specialist. He worked with PTSD war
veterans trying to manipulate memories to alleviate their symptoms. He tried to
help me too. It didn’t work.”

“I’m sorry. You know
what…? Enough of this heavy talk. Tell me what you had planned for tonight and
I’ve foiled.”

He laughed. “Even
though I many not have enjoyed your methods, I did enjoy the end result. I have
to say I am a little disappointed that my plans didn’t pan out. It was
something I think you would have really enjoyed.” He hugged me tighter.

I smiled. “At least
now I can say I saw at least two landmarks after a week in Paris. But what did
you have planned?”

He locked gazes with
me. “I wanted to watch Marco and Sebastian fuck you at the same time.”

It was the perfect
opportunity to untie that final string. “Call them.”

“What?”

“I only have one more
night to ruin you for all other women.” I smiled. “Unless you don’t want to?”

He stared at me and
retrieved his phone. He swiped the screen and touched something. I heard a quiet
ring. It was a man’s voice that answered, but it was too faint to make out who
it was. Xavier spoke in French to the mystery voice. Never taking his eyes off
me. He pressed the button.

“They are going to
meet us at the house.”

****

Pierre stopped in
front of the house and the doctor threw open the door. “Come on.” He laced his
fingers in mine and pulled me from the car. His brisk pace made me unsteady. He
was so excited—like a kid at Christmas. He fumbled with the front door.

“So you had to speak
with them in French so I couldn’t understand you?”

“Yes.” The smug
expression showed through his attempts to hide it.

The doors opened. He
yanked me inside, and then pushed the door closed.

With the click of the
latch, I was pinned against the wall. His mouth demanding entrance to mine
again. Passion.

He stopped for a
moment. “If you must know. I called to make sure they were here.” Another kiss.
Hot. Rough. The feel of his five o’clock shadow left a delightful burn. “I want
to fuck you so bad. You can’t even understand. I ache for you. The taste of you
in the theater only made me want you more.”

I started to speak,
but he placed one finger over my mouth. “What I have planned for you is so much
better.” He pressed his swollen cock against me.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs. There is a
glass observatory overlooking the gardens. You can see Paris in the distance
and it is a cloudless night. The stars are brilliant.”

Dear God… Could I
survive this?

“I have one
condition.” I tugged on his jacket.

“You can’t make
demands. Remember, I’m your king.” He kissed me behind the ear.

“I could always
retire to my quarters.”

He gasped. “You
wouldn’t.”

“I will if you don’t
meet my demand.”

“Demands. This must
be serious. What is it your heart desires?” He reached up and played with a
strand of my hair.

“I want you to keep
kissing me through all that’s about to happen. Please.”

“God, Elaine. I lov—”

He was interrupted by
Marco’s bellow, “Hey, X, we’re up here.”

Son of a bitch. What had
he been about to say?

He stepped back and
looked at me and shouted, “Coming.”

We climbed the main
staircase and strode down the main hall in record time.

At the end was a
spiral staircase that led up to a beautiful glass paned observatory. The lights
of Paris twinkled in the distance and the stars winked back, but as I stepped
into the room I became keenly aware that I was the prey. My predators—three
gorgeous men in tuxedos. Marco and Sebastian stood with their backs to me,
hands clasped in front of them. With each slow step, Xavier following behind,
my heart raced and I prayed I didn’t start to sweat.

Marco turned around. He
held out his right hand. I walked to him and placed my left hand into his.

Sebastian turned and
grasped the other, smiling a brilliant smile. They each raised my hands to
their mouths and placed a soft kiss to the back.

Xavier placed his
hand on my hip. “Let them love you for me. Let them show you all the pleasures
I can’t.” He placed a kiss to the back of my neck, then hoisted himself up onto
the edge of a black wrought iron table formed of ivy and flowers.

Sebastian reached
behind me and unzipped my dress. They eased it over my shoulders and let it
fall to the ground. Marco unlatched my bra and it slipped off with ease.

Sebastian cupped my
breasts while Marco eased my panties down my legs.

Xavier called out
from his seat, “Doesn’t she have the most beautiful breasts?”

Sebastian cupped one
and flicked his thumb over the nipple. “Yes.”

Marco smoothed his
hands over my hips. “Elaine, you are exquisite.”

I turned to face
Xavier, dislodging the men’s roaming hands from my body for a moment. I grabbed
each of their hands and walked to the doctor and stepped between his legs. “If
you love my breasts, then show me.”

He stared at me, but
didn’t move.

“Touch me, Xavier.”

My nipples were hard
and my body burned with sexual energy. I released the men’s hands and cupped
Xavier’s face. “I don’t know where the line is, but you touched me in the theater.
Make love to me, Xavier. Give me all of you.”

His hand grasped my
breast. His eyes turned dark. “Marco…is she wet?”

Marco slid his
fingers between my thighs and through my heat.

“She’s dripping.”

The doctor traced
slow circles around my nipple—teasing and pinching. I nearly combusted.

“Sebastian, get on
your knees and tease her with your tongue.” He raised a hand. “But don’t give
her what she wants until I tell you. Marco, prepare her.”

Sebastian wasted no
time. He dropped to the ground, placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and
coaxed my legs apart. With the first touch of his tongue, I shivered.

Marco’s long finger
slid into me, and the feel of all three men touching me made my legs weak.

Xavier lifted my
breast and closed his lips around my nipple and sucked.

God. So good. So
fucking good.

Marco inserted a
second finger and increased his pace. The wet sounds coming from Sebastian’s
tongue and Marco’s fingers echoed off the glass.

I moaned.

The doctor sucked
harder, while flicking the other nipple with his thumb.

I placed my hand on
his thigh.

He sucked hard.

I inched my hand
toward his cock; he didn’t waver.

Marco withdrew his
fingers and to my surprise spread the wetness across my puckered hole. I
tensed.

The doctor released
his hold on my nipple. “What’s wrong, Elaine?” His eyes grew wide with concern.

“Ahh…I’ve never done…”
Marco rubbed a circle around the tight skin.

“Marco will be
gentle. I told you that there is no greater pleasure than to be taken by two
men. The female body was designed to be shared. Men are impatient.”

“One condition.” I
leaned forward so that I could whisper in his ear.

“What’s…that?” His
voice was husky and rough.

“It has to be you.”

He stared at me.

I inched my hand
further up his thigh.

“You know I can’t.”

His cock was hard
under the fabric and I placed my hand on it and rubbed and squeezed it.

He moaned.

“It feels like you
can. And you did just fine during your test run.” I winked.

“It’s not a lack of
ability…”

“What if I told you I
trust you? There is no risk with Marco and Sebastian here. If you won’t accept
that I trust you, then trust that I know what I’m asking.” I leaned in to seal
my proposal with a kiss.

“God…this wasn’t the
plan.”

“Wasn’t part of your
plan…” I rubbed him hard through his pants. “I seem to be good at ruining your
plans.”

“Fuck.”

Marco pushed his
thumb into my wetness and withdrew it. His fingers slid back into place and his
thumb pushed against my muscled entrance. One push and he worked past the
resistance.

I gasped.

“Marco, stretch her. I
don’t want her feeling any pain.”

I glanced down for a
moment, locating his zipper. A second later I pulled it down. “Tell me what not
to do.”

“You shouldn’t be
doing any of it.” His features held conviction, but he didn’t move to stop me.

“And I shouldn’t be
allowing virtual strangers to fuck me on a rooftop in Paris. This week is all
about breaking rules.” I reached into his pants, parted the opening in his
boxers and grasped his cock.

He groaned, “Elaine.”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s
me. And Xavier…” I was careful to use his name. I needed a connection. “If I’m
going to lose my virginity in a sense, I want it to mean something. It has to
be you.”

“No offense, Marco
and Sebastian.” I glanced back at Marco who was rocking his fingers in and out
of my ass and pussy, pulling down stretching the hole. Amazing. I’d never
imagined it would feel so good.

“None taken. I’m
perfectly happy being your fuck toy.” Marco laughed.

Sebastian added, “I
don’t think you understand just how lucky you are, X. Most men have to beg for
what she’s offering you.”

“So, what’s it going
to be?” I stroked him, sliding the pre-cum down his length. “Are you going to
fuck me or not?”

“X, she is just what
you needed. Listen to her,” Marco chimed in from behind.

I grabbed his face
and stared into his eyes. “This is about us. About me giving myself to you. Are
you going to reject me?”

He didn’t say
anything, but reached for his belt. His fingers clasped the buckle and undid
the clasp.