The Doctor's Memories (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 2

Lena Montclair sat in front of her mirror, applying the finishing touches to her makeup, her thoughts on the tall, well-built man whom she had noticed the first evening he had walked into the bar. She had been aware, even the first evening, of his stare. She had tried her best to remain unaffected, pulling her usual professional coat with which she armed herself around her firmly. A part of her had wondered who he was and whether he was just another vacationer. She had been carefully delighted when she noticed him there the next evening as well, although the fact that he had walked up to her and started a conversation had been frightening, due to him referring to her by a name no one had used in years. She had gone by the name Lena ever since the day of her accident, choosing the abbreviated form of her name to herald the start of a new life, as the old one seemed to be irrevocably lost due to her memory loss from her head injury. He seemed to know her! She’d never been in that position before, and, while on the one hand finding out more about her previous life was exciting, it was scary as hell as well.

Staring at her unruly hair, she put down her comb; it had never been easy to tame. She dabbed on some lipstick and sprayed some perfume behind her ears, her wrists and between her breasts, remembering the famous words of Coco Chanel:
A woman should wear perfume wherever she wants to be kissed.
She smiled at the memory of her mother quoting that line to her one day while she was still recovering and watching her mother get ready for a dinner date with her father. Her father…

Lena gave herself a mental shake.
‘No time to go back to the past, Lena! You have a sexy guy you need to meet! Save the tears for later!’

Twirling around in front of the full length mirror in the corner, she had a look at herself from all sides.
‘Not too shabby girl!’
She pulled a face at her silliness, and left, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Twenty minutes later, Lena walked into the bistro, waving a greeting at the owner who was busy with a customer, and looked around. She did not see him at first, and wondered whether he was late, but a wave of an arm in the one corner right at the back caught her attention. He was there already. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she made her way through the other patrons and took the seat he gallantly held out to her. When she looked up at him to thank him, she caught her breath. There was lust in his eyes, which made her heartbeat quicken, but something else as well; something she could not define or describe, and she wondered whether she ever would get the chance to find out what it was. It comforted her, strangely, while at the same time added to her excitement.

“Thank you,” she finally managed when he had sat down.

“You are welcome.”

His voice was deep, with a slight raspy quality.
Rough
, her mother would have said.
Sexy as hell,
she thought.

“How are you, Selena?” his voice seemed to stroke her body, causing delicious goosebumps, which even showed on her arms. He saw this, she noted, when she saw the slight smile that curved around his sexy mouth.

What the hell? This man’s voice is enough to arouse me? What is going on here?

“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” she managed, politely.
Damn I sound like a bloody giddy teenager out on her first date!

“That depends on you, honey.”

Lena frowned. “Look, mister…. I never actually caught your name. You seem to think you know me? You certainly know my name, but what is it you want with me? More importantly, how is it that you know my full name is Selena? I have not used that version for years!”

“What are you called these days, Selena?”

“Lena. Everyone calls me Lena.”

“Hmm, Lena,” he let the name roll around in his mouth. “Lena Montclair. No, I prefer Selena. It suits you better. I will always think of you as my Selena with caramel skin, luscious curly hair and green eyes. My forest fairy.”

Lena laughed. “I am hardly a fairy! I don’t have the body!”

“Selena, your curves always were and still are absolutely perfect. Never, ever, be in doubt of that. Do you know what I want to do with them? Do with you? You have no idea the effect seeing you right now in front of me has on me, do you?”

“Look…mister…”

“Nick. Nick Duvall.”

“Look, Mr. Duvall…”

“Just call me Nick, please. We are far too familiar for you ever to call me anything else.”

“Look, Nick. This is frustrating. The only reason I am still sitting here after you coming on to me like this is because I need to know where you know me from. Please! Who are you and how do you know me?”

Nick bent over slightly and took her hand. Lena pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that. But I know you so well, Selena, I can’t help wanting to touch you. I want… Alright, please, don’t run on me when I say this, but I want to smell you. I need to touch you, and I very much want to taste you, all over.” He smiled at her startled expression.

“As to knowing you, yes I do. Very well. I know every inch of your body, and once, I knew your soul just as well.”

Lena swallowed. His words were affecting her even worse than his voice. It had been so long since she had been with a man! She had not noticed that he had taken her hand in his once more, until he started stroking the pulse at her wrist. The circling motions of his thumb had an effect on her body that she had never experienced before. She felt faint, fluttering contractions right at her core, while her green eyes were held captive by his startlingly blue ones. Her breathing became erratic, and she was powerless to control it, her reactions, or the sudden need that was building up in her. She felt like a volcano that was building up towards an eruption, and she had the idea that he was the only one that could tame it. She licked her lips which suddenly felt dry. They say your body remembers better than the mind, and in this case it was definitely true.

“You want me just as much as I want you, don’t you, Selena? I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breath, and feel it in your pulse. Come with me?”

His question was more of a command, and she found herself standing while he tossed a few bills onto the table, taking his hand without thought, and allowed herself to be led out of the tiny establishment towards one of the nicest hotels in the area, neither of them saying a word, yet both of them knowing what this walk was leading to.

Nick opted for the stairs instead of the elevator, and led her on upwards, his hand now under her elbow, keeping her close, as if in fear that she would run. The thought had never crossed her mind, her sole focus on the way his body moved, each movement elegantly calculated. As if he could no longer wait for closer contact, he swept her up into his arms for the last few feet of the walk, slid the card into the lock, and, once they had stepped through the door, shouldered it shut, with her still in his arms. His eyes were on her face, as if he was trying to fix each feature, each blemish, into his memory. He bent his head slightly and trailed kisses across her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, until his mouth fixed onto hers. Her head swam. She had never been kissed like this, as if a drowning man needed her mouth for his survival. He allowed her body to slide down his, letting every inch of her touch him in its long, downwards journey to the floor, her legs barely able to hold her weight when they reached the ground. Her hands, she noticed, were shaking.

“Selena!” his muffled voice came from the vicinity of her neck which had bent towards his mouth, seemingly of its own volition, “I want you so badly! Say you want me! Say it!”

She snuck her hands up into his short, light brown curls. “Oh God yes, help me, but I do! I have no idea why, but yes!”

Nick’s hands snaked up into her hair again, cupping her head. Then, they moved to her ears and he slid out her two earrings, moving around to the back of her neck, and unclasped the hook of her chain. Her wrist watch followed suit. He started pushing her backwards with his body while his one arm was firmly around her waist. The other, she found, had started scrunching up her dress. Never stopping his forward movement, Nick kept herding her towards the couch that was in the one corner of the room, his hands finally jerking her dress up and over her head, throwing it in the general direction of a chair. She stood in front of him, finally, in her panties, bra and six inch sandals. When she made to cover herself, his hands over hers stayed there.

“Just stand still, honey, I want to feast my eyes on your body before I let my hands and mouth have their turn.”

Standing there, she strangely lost all sense of modesty as he walked around her, looking at her as one might a very expensive object d’art. “God, you are so perfect!” She felt her bra strap being unhooked and his body suddenly flush with hers. His hands went around her from behind and pulling the bra down, he cupped her breasts in his hands, pulling her closer yet, while they fondled her large globes.

“I’ve always loved your tits, they have always driven me insane. And your ass… Remember how I used to love your ass? You always liked that, remember?”

Helplessly, she shook her head, his voice and what he was saying was slowly driving her insane with need, while his hands on her body were making her juices pool between her legs. If she didn’t have him soon, she felt, she would slowly go insane. Her body was burning with need and she didn't know why.

Nick’s one hand moved downwards and hooked the top of her tiny panty, pulling it down to expose her shaved pussy. His hands cupped her mound, and he slid a finger into her cleft, playing with her clit. “Nice and smooth, the way I always liked it,” he murmured in her ear. Selena’s knees wobbled as his voice stroked over her and his hands worked on her. He laughed at her body’s betrayal which was the only sound in the room.

“I want to make love to you Selena, in all the ways there possibly are, but I have wanted you for so long I can’t wait! I’m sorry, but I have to do this!”

He pushed her forwards so that her body leaned over the couch’s back. “Open your legs for me, please honey, let me in.” Selena found herself obeying mindlessly, her body taking control over her mind, becoming a tool intent on its own pleasures.

Nick entered her with a smooth thrust, filling her to the brim, her shocked intake of breath the only tribute to his size. And then he started fucking her. It was not lovemaking, but the urgent need of two bodies to find release, to temper the need that filled them, and she was a willing participant, opening herself as widely as she could so as to experience all of him, taking his hard thrusts, relishing in them, wanting more, while his harsh breathing and gasps filled her with delight. She was having this effect on him, she was the one that was forcing him to lose all control, and she was the one that, although the weaker, at this moment, was the stronger. She loved every minute of it.

“Selena!” he cried. The rush of his sperm up her channel into her womb was the trigger she had needed for her own release, and she shuddered as she came, a huge sob renting the air at the same time. It was hers, she realized, when the second sob hit her.

“Honey…”

Selena shook her head in case he thought he had done something. Lifting her up, he saw her smile amongst the tears and picked her up, holding her close, as if he never meant to let her go, and walked with her to the bedroom. He put her to bed and lay behind her, his arms holding her close, and said not a word, allowing her the deluge which seemed to flow without stopping. Finally, she fell asleep, in his arms, safe.

Chapter 3

Selena woke to the smell of coffee. She cracked open an eye and saw a cup on the nightstand beside the bed, steam rising off its surface.

“Cream and two sugars?”

Selena nodded as she lifted the cup to her lips. It was wonderful!

“Drink up honey, your bath awaits you!”

“Look, Nick, just so you know, this isn’t something I do, okay? I don’t jump into bed with every guy I meet. This thing, whatever it is, it’s new to me. I just don’t go around fucking total strangers!”

Nick laughed. “Baby, I know. But on some primal level you know who I am, you recognize me! Don’t you feel it?”

Selena shrugged. “Quite honestly, I don’t know what I feel exactly. But I do need you to tell me all you know about me!”

“I will, I promise. I will! Now, that bath?”

Selena drained the cup and saw Nick standing at the entrance to what must have been the bathroom. He was beckoning towards her. Contemplating whether she should at least wrap the sheet around her, she fought off the idea. He had seen her at her worst, seen everything there was to see. Being coy was not an option.

She slid out of bed and padded over. The bathroom smelt divine! Lilac and spice. The huge bath in the corner was filled with bubbles, and an array of bath products and creams were displayed on the vanity. “Wow, where did all this come from?”

“I phoned the gift shop in the lobby and asked them to send it up. I hope you like it?”

“It’s lovely!” She slid into the warm, inviting water, only to witness Nick slowly getting out of his clothes, again. The unwitting striptease allowed her time to study his body. He had planes and valleys in places she never knew a real man could have them! He was hardcore muscle, down to the bone! And yes, a very nice bone it was indeed! She blushed when she saw him watching her while she watched him.
Damn, caught out!

Nick laughed! “Honey, you can look me over any time!”

She blushes again as he got into the bath with her, forcing her to move forward as he stretched out his long limbs around her, and pulled her back towards him. The feel of his skin against her back stirred up her excitement once more, and she wriggled against him, loving the touch of his warm chest against her back.

He pulled her back further so that she lay with her head on his shoulder, not realizing the view from his perspective. Her lush breasts were visible beneath the soapy water, her nipples just covered. Her collar bones peeked out from under her soft hair enticingly. Nick could not help himself. His hands moved upwards and cupped her breasts, lifting them from the water, while his fingers rubbed and pulled at her dusky nubs. Her groan of pleasure was all the encouragement he needed.

He lifted her and pulled her down on his erection, pulling her back towards him. “I like feeling you on the outside while I am on the inside,” his whispered words added fuel to her already stoked fire, while his arms encircled her. “Ride me, baby.”

And she did. Her hips pivoted upwards and downwards while her upper body was safely nestled by his chest. Nick snuck his arms around her and fixed his hands to her hips, helping her with her thrusts. When she would get tired, his hands and arms kept the motion in place, forcing her up and down along his cock, his rasps mingled with her own, his orgasm shooting into her. Keeping her in place, Nick allowed his fingers to slide into her when his errant cock slipped out, his other hand rubbing at her clit, making her arch her back as she tried to move away from his relentless pursuit of her own orgasm. “Stay still baby, let me pleasure you,” his whispered plea almost her undoing. Her orgasm hit her out of the blue, unexpectedly, a warm gush as it left her body to gently sway back against his, seeking his comfort, his warmth, his care.

“Ohhh….”

“Was that good for you?”

She nodded under his chin.

Nick found a sponge and washed her, from her head to her toes, his fingers massaging the shampoo into her scalp, and after rinsing with a hand shower, massaged in the conditioner. Selena was in a heightened state of awareness, his hands, his touch, his voice, sending her into a sensory overload, where she was aware of each inch of her skin. She wanted, no, she needed more, she realized. She could not get enough. She was almost sad, when he finally moved away and held out a towel. She did not want to be apart from him for even the few seconds it took her to get out of the bath and into his arms once more.

She was enjoying his idea of drying her off when there was the sound of a discreet knock at the outer door. “Excuse me a minute baby, I’ll be right back.”

She watched as he donned a robe and moved to the other room. Each step was graceful, like that of a panther.
Damn!

Finding no robe for herself, Selena wrapped the towel around her and fastened it securely at the front. Listening at the door, she heard voices and the sound of the door clicking shut. She went out. There was a feast laid out. Cold chicken, ham and beef, with an array of salads. Her stomach grumbled very loudly.

“I like it when a woman is hungry. Come here, sweetheart. Get something to eat.” Nick had an asparagus spear in his hand which he motioned towards her mouth. She opened it and he popped it in, watching as if fascinated by the working of her mouth while she chewed. “I hope you don’t mind that I ordered up? I wasn’t in the mood for seeing you dressed yet.” He yanked her towel off. “Good, that’s better. You look stunning while clothed, but you were made to walk around naked for a man exactly like me!”

“What kind of man are you, exactly?” she asked, looking at him from beneath her lashes while she dived into the food for an olive.

“A man,” he said, moving closer and grabbing her by her ass, pulling her closer, “that has nothing more on his mind, right this moment, than fucking you till you beg for mercy! But, being a gentleman, I need to get you fed, otherwise you won’t be up for what I have in mind for the rest of the day. So by the way, do you work tonight?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good, it will heighten the pleasure then, and no,” he told her, seeing the question form on her lips, “I’m not telling you. You have to wait and see, and tomorrow, I’ll tell you all about us, okay?”

Selena was surprised to realize that she had not once thought about her reason for agreeing to see him. The fact that he knew her name, that they seemed to have a history together. She gave a mental shrug. Tomorrow was another day, she would find out then. In the meantime… She smiled and dug into the food with gusto. A girl had needs, didn’t she? Food being but one of them.

As Selena wiped her mouth with a napkin, she glanced up and saw Nick laying back in a chair, replete, a glass of wine in his hand that he sipped from every so often. His eyes, she realized, had been on her the whole time. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled towards him, slowly eating up the space that separated them. When she reached him, she stood on her knees between his legs and reached for his glass, taking a sip before handing it back to him. His manhood jutted proudly between her breasts. Keeping her eyes locked to his, she placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed them together, letting his cock ride in the space between them as she massaged it. Nick gave a sharp hiss as she bent her head and licked the tip where it peeked out from the nest in which his cock was ensconced.

“You like?”

“Me likes. Oh yeah, me likes very much!”

Selena bent her head and licked at his cock, taking the bulb into her mouth and sucking on it. “I think I have just discovered my favorite dessert.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah, your…lollipop.”

His guffaw of laughter was soon silenced when she freed her breasts and forced her mouth down onto his length, letting the tip hit at the back of her throat. The only sounds that were heard for the next while were of her sucking and his groans of delight, as Selena made good work of his…lollipop.

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Selena got up from where she sat at the corner table in the bar. The strange sensation of walking towards the small stage without any underwear felt strangely sexy. Nick had insisted on going up with her to her small apartment, and had picked her clothing for that evening. She wore a dress, which he seemed to love, saying that he always had preferred her in them, and heels, the six inches adding a little to her height, while underneath she was stark naked. Her breasts jutted out proudly with no bra to constrict them. Sitting on her stool in front of the microphone, she had never, in her life, felt as sexy as she did at that moment.

As she sung her first song, her eyes were held spellbound by his, the air between them, although the length of the room, seemed thick enough to cut with a knife. She made her way through the thong towards him when she was done, feeling, for the first time since she could remember, utterly desirable, especially when she was close enough to see the lust in his eyes. Her juices started to flow once more, she had no way of stopping it. She sat in the seat he indicated. When she sat down, he presented her with a glass of soda. ” I know you are not a fan of wine, so I thought a soda would do. The wine, I think, we can keep for ourselves, for later, don’t you?” He fed her a fry off his plate. “I love seeing your mouth work.” She blushed, remembering how her mouth had worked a few hours earlier.

Still chewing, she felt Nick’s hand move up her thigh. Her eyes flew around the crowded room, to see if anyone was watching.

“Shh, baby. Relax,” he said, the evil twinkle in his eye daring her to do or say something. His errant hand moved upwards until it found the mound he was searching for, and dipped a finger inside. Nick slipped it out and tasted it. “Cinnamon and sweet!”

“God Nick!”

“Nah, not god, just plain old Nick will do! However, when the mood strikes you at some point, you could start calling me Sir!”

She gave him a punch, not sure whether he was being serious or joking at her expense. Jake at the bar called out to her, making her aware it was time for another set. Giving Nick a quick kiss on the cheek, she left him watching her ass while she moved back towards the stage and her guitar. She loved the effect she had on this man, and the extra little swing in her hips were for his perusal solely, and he knew it.