Page 34 of Dr Feel Good
“What happened?” I asked, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
“I lost our baby, and our relationship imploded. He wanted me to walk away from my lifestyle but didn’t want to give up his. When I called him a hypocritical asshole, he made me choose. I chose my club.”
The sadness in her words was unmistakable, and my heart ached for her.
“I’m sorry,” I said, pulling her back into my arms. “My ex-wife, a year or so before our son was born, got pregnantagain. She miscarried. Things went downhill from there. I can’t imagine the trauma of a stillborn.”
Ultimately, Iris’s blackmail attempt and the subsequent discovery of her affair led to the implosion of our marriage. Following her miscarriage, however, she fell into a deep depression and began to pull away from me. Often, I wondered if that child had survived, would our marriage have lasted longer.
“Yeah, well, I don’t recommend that shit,” she replied softly, sagging into me. “I had her nursery all decorated. I planned to name her after me, like fathers do with their sons. Warrior—my ex—liked the meaning of my name.”
“Which is?”
“Gift from God. I’m not religious, but I thought it was fitting. My little Mimi was going to be my gift.” She sniffled and swiped at her eyes, meeting my gaze. The pain on her face crushed me. “My name is Michelle, for reference. Don’t go sharing that shit, but I thought you should know.”
“Nice to meet you, Michelle,” I said to lighten the mood. “Tell me a little more about you.”
“First, I have a question of my own. How many kids do you have?”
“Two. An eighteen-year-old daughter and a fourteen-year-old son. When’s your birthday?”
“September 18th. I’m a proud Virgo. How about you?”
“January 15th,” I answered, how much I was enjoying our back-and-forth taking me aback, especially considering the depressing start of the conversation.
“You’re a Capricorn,” she noted.
I shrugged. “I’ve never kept up with zodiacs. My mother thought they were unholy.” She snorted, and I took that as a cue to move on. “What’d you want to be when you were a child?”
“An automotive engineer. I’ve always liked fucking with around with cars, and engineers make bank. Things didn’t work out that way, though.”
The more I learned about her, the more I realized I’d misjudged her. Right now, the feisty, defensive biker I’d first met was gone, replaced by a vulnerable woman sharing intimate information with me, information that made me feel like a dick for my initial harshness. It was clear that her life hadn’t been easy. Athena was a persona she crafted to protect herself, and right now, she felt comfortable enough to drop it and be Michelle. Despite everything, the thought warmed me.
“Did you always want to be a doctor?”
“I used to be a trauma surgeon, before I pivoted to plastic surgery.”
“More money?” she asked, her guess spot on.
I nodded. There was no shame in the truth.
“I can respect chasing a bag.”
With a heavy sigh, she straddled me. Without a second thought, my hands went to her hips.
“I’m tired of talking,” she purred, though the anguish in her eyes hinted that she had another motivation for wanting to end our conversation. “Ready for round two?”
Right now, I knew she was using sex as a distraction. Fortunately for her, I was eager to help her. If an orgasm chased her pain away, who was I to judge?
Flipping our positions, I pinned her beneath me and pressed my lips to hers. She fisted my hair, kissing me back within seconds, the heaviness hanging in the air disappearing as we lost ourselves in each other’s bodies.
When the Bloody Femmes killed Fendi and left me to die, everything seemed so bleak. If the gunshots didn’t end my life, then the cold would. Fortunately, Felix swooped in and saved me from certain death, not only nursing me back to health but igniting feelings within me that I hadn’t felt in years. The snowstorm was a bitch to deal with, but the close proximity forged a bond between me and Felix. With the blizzard winding down and my injuries rapidly healing, it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. We didn’t speak of what we’d do when that time came, but I dreaded it. For now, I tried my best to put that out of my mind and focus on how much I was enjoying Felix’s company and his sexual prowess.
Good Lord, but that man knew how to put down good dick.
I’d gone from a dry spell to fucking every day, and I couldn’t be happier. The put together doctor disappeared as soon as the sex began. He transformed from the rigid Dr. Felix Good to the sexy, dominant Dr. Feel Good. He found my nickname for him silly, but I thought it described him perfectly.
Humming happily, I exited the shower, happy for a semblance of a thorough washing. Felix had finally cleared me for short showers, an upgrade from the sponge baths he’d been giving me. While I couldn’t complain about him caring for me and touching my nude body, they didn’t leave me feeling the cleanest. I’d invited Felix to join me, but he’d easily recognized it as an invitation to fuck. Ever the professional, he declined. In hindsight, it was a good thing, as his presence would’ve made me go over my five-minute limit.
