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Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 01

By: Satisfyable



He arrived home from Iraq on a morning that was stifled with the scent of things dead and living, some of them newly refreshed and ready, some wilted flowers brushed at his subconscious, rubbing themselves against the scuffed toe of his boots, at which he winced. He looked at the card in his hand; the script was cursive, curly, embossed against the stark ribbed white of the card. Dr. Madison Attard, PhD. He hated doctors. He shrugged off his bag and let it fall into and stir the dirt. He felt his shoulders sag, fought of the sudden urge he had to crumble, join his bag in the dry choking sand. 

He was at Redmond Medical Center. It was a plaza, newly built with freakishly perfect landscaping and generic red brick and a gray and black checkered rooftop. People, mostly those of the geriatric persuasion, walked in and out, looking dazed, some in wheelchairs, others leaning on the strength of their loved ones. Diesel ran a hand over the stubbly surface of his head. He was hungry, horny, hot. The last thing he wanted to do was sit in some scarily comfortable leather chair and pour his heart out to some saggy breasted self-important old bitty who probably wouldn't know a good lay if it slapped the notebook out of her hand. She would ask him questions about his tour in Iraq, ask him how it had made him feel, stare at him with fake understanding and empathy, when all she really felt was her superiority and the dollar signs clanging around in her head. There was no way that anyone, save for his company and the others that had served with and before him, could understand how being in the dry suffocating heat of Iraq had been. And he wasn't for God's sake, referring to the temperature. 

"May I help you sir?" asked a short older orderly who had wandered from the concrete path leading from the building to the parking lot to question him where he stood, right near the stone fountain, in the heat parched flower bed. He stared down at her, dumbfounded for a couple seconds. She looked unfamiliar, inhuman for a second, as if she had begun melting in the blaring summer sun. Was he even at home? He looked down at his boots again, the scuffs really beginning to get to him. He stared up at the sky, blue, silken, foreboding. "Sir?" 

"Yeah," he shoved the card at her, and she examined it closely. 

"You're here to see Dr. Attard?" she asked, palming the card as if holding it ransom. 

"yeah." 

"What times your appointment, I think I just saw her leave for lunch." 

"Not until 2:30. What time's it now?" 

"Just now one. Are you alright, you look a little sick. Why don't you pick up your bag and follow me inside. It's air conditioned and you can eat something in the cafeteria." 

She doesn't say anything but Diesel is sure that the combination of his uniform and his dazed look, his demeanor suggests that he might have been one of the many that had been chewed up and spit out by this everlasting war. He picked up his bag, straightened his stance a bit, and followed the woman into the building. She led him into a small sweet smelling room with five round tables surrounded by expensive looking cloth chairs. She pulled out a chair and he seated himself. She disappeared around a corner and minutes later returned with a plate heaped with everything he had dreamed of devouring the moment he stepped off the plane in Nevada. Steak, sweet, tender steak, sat steaming against a mound of buttery mashed potatoes and green beans. There was a saucer holding corn on the cob and two pieces of wheat bread. A bowl holding a helping of smoking chicken broth based stew of some sort rounded out the most perfect meal he'd ever seen. He didn't even remember her leaving, all he knew was that she sat the plate down and then she was gone, and all he could see, all he cared about, was the food. 

The room was empty when he came in, but he suddenly felt a presence other than his own in the room, and turned to see a thin woman come in and drop her purse on the table directly next to his before she disappeared into the same place the woman had brought his food from. He felt himself tense, not up to forcing conversation and answering questions about his uniform, about the blank and no doubt dazed look he was sporting as blatantly as his marine garb. He stood, primed to move far away, his tray of food in hand, and then she returned. 

Her breasts. He couldn't help it, it was the first thing he noticed, that and the way her skirt stopped way higher than he would've imagined a skirt in such a professional setting should've. She had the air of someone who worked in the hospital. He wondered about their dress code. She sat down without giving him a second glance. He sat down quickly, suddenly feeling foolish, an alien emotion to him. She didn't seem to even notice him, so he relaxed a bit, picked up his spoon and continued to ladle the delicious brew into his mouth. He'd just finished the soup when her voice severed the silence of the room. It was high, feminine, and it made him ache all over. He caught a glance at her out of the corner of his eye, forcing slyness he didn't think a man of his size could pull off. 

She was on the phone, had it pressed against her ear with her shoulder while she rummaged through her massive purse for something she wasn't finding. "It's in my purse you fucking asshole. Here's a tip, if you don't really mean anything behind it, a fucking diamond ring don't mean shit!" she said, this statement, laced in her soft, unthreatening voice sounded inviting, laughable almost, because Diesel knew she was trying to be sharp with whoever was on the other end. Something went wrong and the purse toppled from her lap, assorted items scattered everywhere, many of them landing beneath Diesel's table. Diesel scooted out of his chair, watched out of the corner of her eye as she slammed her cell shut without saying goodbye and bent down to pick up her belongings. Diesel concentrated on picking up her things, made himself ignore the fact that her skirt was really, really too short. So short in fact that as she stooped to pick up her spill it betrayed the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and was a stickler for a well groomed pussy, as well, to Diesel's arousal. And her blouse, it was way too tight, her large C's, Diesel guessed that they were either 36 C's or a small D, were stressing the fabric of the pink cotton shirt so much that he was sure that the fabric was going to tear and release them at any second. 

"Thank you so much, I'm so clumsy sometimes." She looked up at him, catching his blue eyes with her dark brown ones. Diesel could tell she was flustered, a hint of a blush could be detected beneath the dark brown of her skin. Her lips, perfectly shaped and shining with colorless gloss stretched into a smile, revealing pretty teeth, an almost undetectable gap between the front two. Diesel simply nodded, handed her her things. She dropped everything into her purse, then began to frantically search inside the purse again. 

"Shit!" she cursed. 

"What, still missing something?" he asked before he knew it. His voice deep and distinct, felt too big for the room. 

"Yeah, well, no. Well, shit I, my fiancé, ex-fiancé's ring. I need to find it." 

"Why you need it if he's the ex?" Diesel wasn't sure what had gotten into him. Sure, she was hot, but he was not a talker, especially to strangers. 

"So I can throw it at his ass. Why else?" she laughed, Diesel felt a smile crack his stiff feeling face. They both stood, him having about a foot on her in height, she stared up at him, with an amused look on her face. "Where are you from, that accent is lovely." He felt heat rise to his cheeks. He'd never heard the word lovely in relation to his accent. He thought he sounded as dirt poor and country as he actually was. Alabama born and bred, the accent only reminded him of why he had gone into the service in the first place. People like him didn't have many other choices besides the military. 

"I'm from Georgiana Alabama." he said, sitting back down, turning away from her, suddenly feeling his chest constrict. He began to gnaw on a piece of steak, could feel her eyes on him. 

"Well, thanks again. I guess the ring's better off lost. That way he won't get his money back and I won't have to feel the weight of it in my purse." She turned away, picked up her tray of untouched food and dropped it in the trash, then disappeared into the ladies room at the far side of the cafeteria. Diesel stood soon after, threw the few remnants of his meal he'd left behind into the trash, then shouldered his bag. He was just about to leave the cafeteria, walk back outside, say fuck the appointment, when he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Right beneath the trash receptacle. 

He bent down, plucked the ring from of its hiding place. It was heavy, sickeningly ostentatious, a glinting trio of canary diamonds, a large one flanked by two smaller ones in a platinum setting. He dropped it into his pocket, feeling a little better knowing that he was about to get a pretty penny for the ring from the closest pawn shop he could find. 

Outside the sun had dipped lower, but the heat hadn't lessened. Diesel began his trek back to the car he had rented to get him home from the airport. He'd been as obedient as he was going to be for the day. They'd sent him home and required that he see a doctor before reporting back to the base the next morning. He was to have a signed doctor's note and everything, just like he was ten trying to get excused from school. 

"Sir?" his hand on the handle, he knew he should've just climbed inside, and sped away, go find a strip joint, at least see a naked woman if he wasn't going to be able to touch or fuck one tonight. He thought fleetingly of the woman from the cafeteria, was surprised by the sudden blood rush to his dick. He turned to the voice, saw the orderly from before rushing toward him. "Sir, Dr. Attard is in, you're gonna be late for your appointment if you don't hurry." 

"Thanks ma'am but I think I'm gonna skip it. No offense but ain't no doctor ever told me nothing good." He opened the door to the sedan, tossed his bag inside, and almost got in himself before he felt the cold soft hand on his arm. He looked at her hand, her hand obscuring part of the U.S.M.C. tattoo on his bare forearm. 

"Look, my son, he's still there, he came back for a while, but they sent him back. Just a baby, only nineteen. But he saw Dr. Attard while he was here, before he went back, and it helped him a lot, and I don't claim to know nothing' about you, but I think it would help you also. You remind me of him. You guys had that same look in the eye after you came back from that horrible place." She was quiet then, and Diesel felt something fluttering in his stomach. His eyes stung a bit, as if he might cry. He looked down at her. She was a small woman, with wispy grey hair, pale, pale skin and watery blue eyes. An air of warmth surrounded her. She resembled his grandmother, whom he'd lost while he'd been away. 

Before he knew what was happening her hand was guiding him back into the building, and he was following her up a set of marble steps to a door adorned with Dr. Attard's placard. She opened the door for him and he stepped inside, when he looked behind her she was gone. The receptionist's desk was empty, occupied only by a sign up sheet filled with crossed out names. She sure goes through them fast, Diesel thought to himself. He'd broken out of whatever trance he'd been in and was about to skip out on the appointment for the second time when the receptionist came barreling in from behind him. 

"You got an appointment?" she asked, seating herself at the desk. 

"Uh, yeah." he said, fishing the card out of his pocket and handing it to her. 

"For 2:30, you're just in time, she hates late patients and she ain't in the best mood today." the receptionist said, smirking. She then pressed a button on the nondescript black phone sitting on the corner of her desk. "your 2:30 is here Dr. Attard." 

"Send him in," crackled a voice over the speaker, distorted by the static. The receptionist nodded at him, and he took a deep breath, shoved the door to the office open. 

The hard on returned with a vengeance, she had his back to him, leaning over her desk doing something, but he recognized the small polyester skirt, the pink shirt. Her ass was just right, and he hadn't noticed before, the seams of her thigh highs caressing the length of her long legs. He adjusted himself quickly in an attempt to mask his hard on. 

"Have a seat. Mr. Olsen. Just cleaning some stuff up here." she walked away from him, placed a thick file into a tall metal cabinet near the window. He examined the small office, caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror hung from a closed door on the left wall. His hair was still buzzed short, so blonde it appeared white. His biceps, much bigger now than when he left, also more tattooed, had a slight shine to them, he had sweat on the ride here and just now when he'd been trying to leave. His camouflage green tank hugged the planes of his sculpted chest like it was painted on. He was proud of his body, he had earned it, and it had helped him while he was there, better health and considerable bulk was the one good thing he'd gotten from serving. His chin had a slight dusting of stubble though, he needed to shave, and his twice broken nose seemed extra crooked to him today in the strange lighting of the room. His face looked different to him now anyway, bad lighting or not, his ice blue eyes a little harder, the scar near his right ear fresh and noticeable, but a welcome wound that reminded him that the maniac hadn't killed him, or really got the jump on him. 

"Oh my gosh, it's you." she said when she finally turned around. She looked pleased to see him, but then apprehension colored her features. "I acted so unprofessionally back there, you probably want to go running for the hills now that you know I'm your therapist." 

Diesel smiled slightly, took a seat in the wooden hard backed chair in front of her large Mahogany desk. He'd guessed wrong about the comfortable chairs part. This chair felt just like the ones he'd used in Iraq. "No, put me at ease really." he stared hard at her, watched her seat herself before him, thought of her bare pussy being only inches from him. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd had good, really, really good, satisfying sex. He couldn't help but wonder how long it had been for her. 

"Um, well, I guess I should apologize for how I acted at any rate." 

"Don't," Diesel said, waving her words away. "Let's me know that you don't think you're perfect. Let me see you as a real person really. Makes me a little more comfortable, I guess. Plus, you're beautiful, I'm sure you can get anyone to forgive you for anything." Diesel wasn't one to dole out compliments, but she was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair had been pinned up in the cafeteria, now it hung loose and thick about her face and shoulders. He wanted to pull it, preferably from behind. Her hands, holding a felt tipped pen were thin and delicate, the left ring finger had a ring of skin on it lighter than the rest. He thought of her ring in his pocket. 

"Thank you, stop," she said, blushing, cheesing like a teenaged girl. He wondered how old she was. She appeared young, maybe a year below or above his 25 years. "Well as you know I'm Dr. Attard. I understand you were referred to me from the Marine Corps. I read your file, you had a pretty bad attack while on duty in Iraq, is that what the scar is from?" 

"How many of your patients want in your pants, do you think?" Diesel asked, evading the question, but also really wanting to know. "I mean, you wear an outfit like that, with legs and tits like that..." he knew what he said was inappropriate, but he couldn't help himself, it'd been so long...

"That is not a welcome line of conversation Mr. Olsen. We're here to talk about you, not me. What I wear is of no pertinence to what we are here to do, nor do you need to be entertained with descriptions of the actions of other patients."

"I'm sorry, but it's just that." he leaned forward, "when I was helping you pick your stuff up down there, I saw that you weren't wearing any panties, and I've been thinking about that ever since. And I got this hard on here," he said, sitting back in his seat so she could see the considerable bulge it was making in his camo's. "And I don't know about your other patients, how they handle the hard-ons they get from seeing you sitting there all fine and shit, but me, I need relief. It's been about seven months since I got some, and I don't know how long I'll be able to deal with this without doing something about it." 

"What's that supposed to mean? Should I call security?" 

"You can't take a compliment, Dr. Attard?" 

"That sounded more like a threat than a compliment, and neither are welcome." Dr. Attard began busying a thread on her sleeve. "Now we can talk about you, and your tour in Iraq, or this meeting is over." 

"Fine. You want to hear about Iraq, huh? You all do at some point or another. Well I'll tell you about it. It was hell. I watched children blow themselves apart for their parents' agendas, watched a colleague of mine hang himself because he couldn't sleep without seeing images of all the blood and the death. I was sliced by some crazed extremist who I had to murder with my bare hands. Every night there's gunfire, bombs going off all over. I saw more dead bodies than any person should ever see, and for a year I feared for my life every, single, moment that I attempted to live it. I haven't touched a woman in months, I haven't smelled, tasted, a woman's sex in so long I feel like I've forgotten the joys of it, and I think to do so would bring me the only relief I can stomach right now. So sorry if seeing an attractive woman who for whatever reason ain't wearing underwear makes me a little hot blooded. That what you wanted to hear, doc?" 

"I forgot." she said quietly, her voice low. 

"What? What are you talking about?" 

"I got dressed this morning and fucking forgot my underwear, okay? And I've been so fucking busy and fucking fucked up the last week that I didn't pick up my dry cleaning and this hootchie ass outfit was all I had in the closet. I'm not some sex crazed---sex addict." 

"Damn, I was hoping." he said smiling. She smiled also, sat back in her chair. 

"It's been a while, huh?" 

"Yup. What about you?" 

"Longer than you would think." she laughed. "My ex-fiancé is my ex-fiancé because I caught him in bed with a man, and then it all came to me, why he was willing to wait until marriage to have sex. He's gay." she laughed again, unhappily, and put her head in her hands. "Who needs the psychiatrist now?" 

"Shit, I know." He began to laugh, and she began to laugh, too. It went on for a comfortable minute before she stood, got up and locked the door to her office. Diesel liked where this was going, but didn't want to jump the gun. 

"You probably get so tired of that question, huh? The whole, 'How was Iraq' question." 

"You don't even know." 

"Well, I think I do. I know marriage, it isn't as serious a thing as Iraq, but you can't imagine how tired I got of hearing people ask me when the wedding date was, when I didn't even know." she stood in front of him. "I've been with him for two years, he hasn't touched me once, not the right way. And today, I feel like being, touched, caressed..." 

"I don't know how much gentle touching and caressing I'd be capable of. It's been a while, I probably wouldn't even last..." 

"Just...come on before I change my mind." 

"Yes ma'am," Diesel said, and instantly he was on his knees, shoving her skirt and thigh highs down so roughly she almost fell over. He buried his face in the folds of her sex, her wetness instant and christening his cheeks and chin as his tongue explored her, shoved itself inside her, tasted her. He moaned as he did so...it smelled so good, and he could feel her wavering on her feet as he became more feverish. He picked her up and dropped her into her plush leather chair unceremoniously before spreading her legs and suckling her, her clit a prisoner to his teeth and tongue, his spit, her come all over her thighs, coating his face. 


Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 01



"Fuck me now." she breathed, quietly, loud enough. With no interlude he slid his camouflage pants down his hips, leaving them bunched around his combat boots that he didn't have the patience or coordination to undo right now. 

"Wow," she said, taking his nine inches in her hand, sliding her hand up and down its length as he stared down at her. He reached out and ran a hand through the thickness of her hair, then pulled her shirt over her head roughly and all but ripped her bra off. As she took him in his mouth, he held a heavy brown tit in each hand, marveling at the darkness of her nipples. He watched her lips as they took him in, almost every inch, her eyes trained on his, his own moans escaping no matter how much he tried to hold them in. She sucked him until he almost exploded down her throat, but he stopped himself, and her, picked her up, and sat her on the desk. 

She screamed when he entered her, and he could tell at that moment that she hadn't in fact been fucked in a while, maybe it had been longer than she had even admitted, and he couldn't have been happier. She clenched his dick so tight that he had to wait a few seconds before beginning his feverish thrusts into her warmth for fear that he would come in mere seconds. He held her steady, she threw her head back, her breasts hypnotizing him as they vibrated with the hardness of his thrusts. "How's that for a fuck?" he asked, his thrusts coming harder, her body quivering at each entrance and exit of his dick. He was trying to hold back, his fingers playing with her clit, palming her beasts, finding their way inside her mouth where she suckled them.

Before he came he pulled out, watched what seemed like gallons of his come squirt across her stomach, stark white on her sweaty skin. And then he kissed her, for the first time, and they tasted themselves, and her body was against his, softer than anything he could ever remember. His dick was hard again in seconds, and he was ready to go again, but she stopped him. 

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes trained on the floor. 

"Your ring, I found it." was all he could manage. He knew it looked bad, she probably thought he'd simply pocketed it the moment he saw it fall from her purse, but she shrugged, grabbed his dick, rubbed it against her clit, staring up at him like the bad little girl she seemed to actually be.

"Well, how about you fuck me again, and then we go see what we can get for that piece of shit?" he smiled at her words, and slid himself back inside of her, stifling his own moan of pleasure to hear hers. 



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 02



In the barracks Diesel lay quietly and stared at the ceiling. The snores of his fellow soldiers permeated his consciousness only slightly. He was used to the sound, it was like silence to him now. He had forgone a shower. His hand was shoved into his pants, caressing the length of his shaft, which felt soft, had lost its damp stickiness. He removed his hand from his pants, put his fingertips to his nose. As he had hoped, her scent was still there. He had planned on staying away from the base as long as possible, yet after he left Madison, he hadn't wanted to be alone, even if that company meant enduring the harsh presence of his peers. 

She had ended their third round of feverish lovemaking quickly after realizing that she had another appointment in ten minutes. "The room smells of us," she had laughed, laying her head on his sweat dampened shoulder. "I haven't been fucked like that in...ever." After the intensity of it all, Diesel hadn't said much, reverting almost instantly back to his introverted quiet self as he dressed. He had stood by the door, his hand on the knob, watching her dress, forgoing the knee highs since they had been run during the course of the afternoon's activities. "You have my card," she'd said, blindly reapplying her shiny sheer lip gloss. "Call me before you shove out." Diesel had left wordlessly, the elevator ride downstairs allowing time for the gravity of what had just happened to sink in. He supposed it wasn't that big of a deal, yet everything seemed to matter a bit more than it should have. 

In his car he had seared his flesh on the black leather seat, yet he had barely flinched. He'd felt dazed, drunk. How he ended up at the base was beyond him but he had decided that since his subconscious had brought him there he'd better stay. Now he was anything but tired, could seemingly feel the bulge of her business card in his pocket, however imagined the bulge was. In the morning he was supposed to meet with his sergeant, take Dr. Attard's clean bill of mental health to the office just at the edge of the base. It would be hard for him not to keep on through the gates when he went there. But where would he go? This was a lifetime away from Georgiana. He had no one to go to, no one to call. But her. 

Diesel coughed suddenly, a nagging phlegm laced act that had been born of the sands of Iraq. He didn't have the mental stability to admit what this could imply. This thought led to that of Dr. Attard's diagnosis. She hadn't wanted to give him a clean bill, said he needed many more sessions, had some deep rooted issues probably, things she felt bad for not delving into as deeply as his dick had explored her. But that couldn't be helped. The snores seemed to stop suddenly, and just as suddenly Diesel was asleep, he had not slept in months. 

~~

In the heat of his departure they had forgotten their plan to sell the ring. She didn't need the money, but she was sure that Diesel could have used it. She had the nagging feeling that he wouldn't have taken it though, probably would have considered it charity and become hostile, offended. She knew his type well. She simply didn't know how to repay him for this feeling, she loved this feeling, the one every woman gets after a good round of sweaty, hard fucking. She felt satisfied, could feel the tickle of the spent orgasm still in her depths. Diesel had done for her what no other man had ever been able, she had come while he fucked her, a smashing, mind blasting orgasm that had made her fingers numb and set her mind ablaze with nothing, bright, flashing nothing. She wanted to see him again. She hadn't yet admitted that. In her large plush feather bed, she felt alone, dissatisfied. She needed his presence, to feel his warmth, smell the manliness that emanated from every pore the man possessed. 

"Shit, he leaves tomorrow night," she said to herself. She picked up the phone, then put it down, afraid of what she was contemplating doing. She sat up, let the silk sheets fall way from her, revealing her breasts, bruised and tender from the severity and roughness of Diesel, a roughness she had never known she craved. She imagined him now, his broad sculpted chest, scarred from the blows of his life, the way his narrow hips tapered into his groin, where his powerful manhood stood like an entity of it's own, smooth, beautiful, with its purplish and blue veins standing out like graffiti. The feel of it inside her was too much for her to relive. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was trailing down to her bare pussy, still slightly sore and swollen. She began rubbing in a circular motion, her mind playing down the image of Diesel as he thrust into her, again and again, his gaze never leaving hers, a vein playing dangerously in his temple, his teeth clenched. As she came of her own accord this time, it all became very clear. She couldn't help herself, she had to do it, there was no other way. She rolled over onto her stomach as the last tremors of her climax ebbed a wave of spasms through her body. She pulled her briefcase off of her bedside table, opened her patient profile book, she found Diesel's name quickly, and did what she had to even quicker. 

~~

Diesel laced up his combat boots, black and deeply shined with a mix of his spit and a polish concoction he had created and swore by since he'd been issued his first pair of boots. He left his footlocker and bag near his bunk, everyone who remained in the barracks right now were deathly afraid of him, and wouldn't think of touching his things. He put the file from Madison under his arm, and began his trek to the office. The sergeant greeted him with a look he couldn't discern right off, yet it was not pleasant, Diesel knew that much. Diesel stood at attention before the sergeant's desk before the man barked, "at ease." 

"Yes Sir First Sergeant Ford, sir!" Diesel barked before taking a seat before the Sergeant's desk. He placed the manila folder containing Madison's recommendation on the desk, sat back, waiting for the man to peruse it, and give him clearance to ship out to Germany that night. 

"What's that?" Sergeant Ford asked, looking cryptically at the envelope. 

"It's my clearance, I guess you would call it, from the therapist." 

"Clearance, from the therapist? That makes no sense, because clearance would imply that she gave you the ok on the mental health screening." 

"I know, she did! It's in that folder, on her letter head." 

"Well, either you got a forgery or she's a nut job because she called the base last night and left a message that I needed to call her back, that it was urgent. Do you know what was so urgent?" 

"She wanted to commend you on your superior skills as a leader and servant in the U.S.M.C.?" Diesel ventured, already tired of being in the stuffy office being subjected the scrutiny and condescension of a superior. That was the part he hated most, he loved the physicality of the Marines, the respect it garnered as well as the sense of pride it gave him, even if it was in something he couldn't entirely believe in. Yet the constant lordship of the upper ranks was something he could do without, something he struggled with inherently. 

"No, she called to say that you weren't fit to go to Germany." 

"What? That's not what this says!" Diesel fumbled the thin paper out of the envelope, let it drift in front of Sergeant Ford. The man read it, his expression neutral. 

"This may be, Mr. Olsen, but at any rate, she called me, post creation of this letter handing down this diagnosis. She said that you cannot leave tonight. She recommends a couple more sessions with her before she will clear you to leave the base." 

"This is bullshit." 

"Maybe so, but we are being too closely monitored by the big guys for us to let any of you hide. The last thing I need is for you to go ballistic in the field and all this get dredged up after the fact, and you know whose name will drag through the mud, not this doctor, not yours, mine, because I allowed it. You got two things working against you, I knew your daddy, Mr. Olsen, and he was the craziest motherfucker walking this planet, I watched as they let him go time and time again onto the field with no regard. He was a bloodthirsty rascal who you couldn't predict, went ballistic and--"

"I know, the story, First Sergeant. If you'd continue." The sergeant started, as if furious at being interrupted, but then his expression became thoughtful and open. 

"The other thing you got against you is that I don't want to see you killed out there, and if this Dr. Madison Attard thinks you unfit for battle, I can't take that as nothing. You been under me since you started, I've watched your little ass turn into this, and I can't say that it's all good. You lost some of that life in your eyes, in my line of business, I see that a lot, but I didn't want it from you, not from any of my boys. You go see this Dr. Attard, and you convince her that you're ready to stay alive." 

"Yes Sir First Sergeant Ford." Diesel barked, rising from his seat. He looked at the older well tanned man with interest now. Ford had never spoken to him in this way, and Diesel could admit that it had him slightly shaken. He'd always known that his father had served with Ford, yet the sergeant had never mentioned anything about it before, so Diesel had assumed that he had forgotten his father, didn't know that he was his son. It was probably the former, because Gear Olsen had been many things, yet forgettable was not one of them.

"Here," said the sergeant, writing down the Dr. Attard's name as well as his appointment time. The same as it had been yesterday. He took the piece of paper, balled it in his fist. He didn't need it to remember. The entire time he'd been sitting in that seat he'd been struggling with conflicting feelings of anger and relief. He could not ignore the excitement he felt at the prospect of seeing Dr. Attard again, yet it was not her place to play games with his life. "Report there tomorrow, see if you can impress her enough to let you fly out at least by next week. She may not be finished with you for the long run but I'm sure she's not looking to cure you, just get your head right enough for proper service. As for tonight, though, it's a no go." 

Diesel was dismissed by the Sergeant to his own devices for the rest of the week, at which point he would report back with his diagnosis, hopefully favorable. He could remain on base if he chose but at that moment the last thing he wanted to do was see the gray walls or smell the stuffy air of the barracks. He retrieved his bags and took them to his rental. He bummed a cigarette from a corporal he knew and leaned against the small white car, smoking and staring off into the distance, at the cars moving about nearly a mile away on the highway. He stared down at his simple leather banded watch. He didn't know anyone here but her, so he had no place to go really until the next day when he would keep the appointment.

Impulsively he climbed into his car, headed a couple places really, one of them was to get a room, that was the only place he was sure of. While driving his past touched at the corners of his mind, nagging, he thought of his mother, how he had left her for the service because he wanted freedom. He later found out that the marines was the wrong place to go for that reward but he had at least a gained a sense of himself, and made himself into a man he respected. The absence of a father and the presence of a soft clingy mother had left him feeling inadequate in most aspects of the public sphere. He'd never been much of a talker, his appearance alone had never failed to attract the attention of women, but once he had had his fill of the physical delights this brought him, he found himself searching for something to give him internal validation. Before Iraq had mind fucked him, he'd at least enjoyed his place in the service. Now he wasn't so sure. ~~

Madison sat on her balcony, a book tented on her lap, a glass of chilled merlot sweating on the table beside her. She watched traffic pass below her, in the distance the waters of the man made beach her development was named for sparkled brilliantly in the setting sun. She wasn't in a particularly good mood, was more than anxious about seeing Diesel the next day, not knowing how he would be to her, after knowing what she had done. She'd had to do it, she couldn't fathom the thought of maybe not seeing him again. Even if he were to be cold or angry to her when she saw him the next day, she would at least get to see his face again, if he would not touch her, she would at least be able to imagine better with him there, the way his skin felt against hers, the way his eyes devoured her. The rise and fall of his southern voice would comfort her, he sounded approachable, warm whenever he felt the need to speak. 

"So your one of those kind?" Madison jumped, the act shook the table and almost sent her glass of merlot toppling as the book did from her lap. She stood, pulled her robe about herself. She knew that voice anywhere, yet the dim interior of her bedroom looked unoccupied from her vantage point. She parted the sheer curtains and stepped into the room, her stomach in knots. She was grabbed from behind quickly, snatched as if kidnapped, her mouth covered before she could even give a cry of surprise. His arms were like steel vices around her, pasting her arms at her sides, she was held so that her feet were not touching the floor, helpless. She was carried to the bed, laid down gently, face down. Her robe had come undone in the struggle, it hung uselessly from her body, everything but her lower half uncovered. 

"Diesel?" she choked out, hoping, yet still fearing whoever accosted her, even if it was in fact him. She didn't know him, sensed that he had deep seated issues, he could very well be there to harm her. 

"One of those meddling types. You play games much, doctor?" Warm fingertips smoothed the robe away from the swell of her behind. She didn't dare turn over to look, but it was him, she was sure of it. "I don't know how to feel right now. That's a problem I always had. My conscience never catches up with my actions really, you know, I'd kill the rabbit before I'd really decided to do it. With the blood on my hands I'd choose to spare its life." 

She was silent as the touch returned, this time to sweep the hair away from her neck, his large dry palm rested there, right at her neck, as if contemplating whether to squeeze or whether to caress. "I couldn't help myself," she said. She felt weight push down on the bed, then his warm breath on her back, leaving a trail of heat that ended at her ass. Suddenly she was turned over roughly, and her uncertainty melted away. It was him, of course. His eyes were turbulent, dark. He wore plainclothes as confidently as he sported his fatigues. The clothes were typical, a pair of dark washed jeans, baggy and slightly low on the waist, and a large nondescript white T-shirt comprised his simple outfit. He wore a pair of faddish boots, a thick gold chain with a charm hidden beneath his shirt hung about his thick neck. 

"Well, even professional shrinks can't always control their most base impulses? Is that what you're telling me?" She watched as his gaze took in her naked body. His eyes lingered where she knew they would, at the scar just beneath her left breast. He reached out as if to touch it, but didn't. Wordlessly he pulled his shirt over his head, giving her another chance to appreciate his combat sculpted chest, covered with its crude armed services inspired tattoos. 

"I wanted you. I didn't know how else to ensure that I would see you again." 

"So you decide to fuck with my career? This will be on my file." 

"No it won't, not if I tell them that I don't think there's any need for it." 

"You have no idea how the government works, how the marines work, do you? Any and everything you do it recorded in their little score book. Even if you send me off with a clean bill of health after this, the bad shit still remains, one thing doesn't wipe away another." 

"Then leave, and I'll call your sergeant and tell him I made a mistake, that you're fit for combat after further review." 

"But you'd be lying, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know, would I be?" Diesel didn't answer her question. Instead he undid his black leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans, stepped out of them. He wore a simple pair of white cotton underwear, the types that Madison had always thought all young boys wore, Fruit of the Looms with the blue and red stripe along the elastic waist. His erection tented the underwear, threatened to escape from the hole in the front. He climbed on top of her, his weight was enough to get her wet, the way he felt on top of her was something she had missed. She had not shared her bed with a man in so long, not a man who wanted a woman like Diesel did, anyway. 

"Open your legs," he commanded, his hands landing gently on her thighs. She did, and his hand was instantly there, parting the folds of her pussy, one rough finger pushing against her clit, eliciting a moan she didn't feel escaping until it was a breath on her lips. She writhed in time with every stroke his fingers made across her wetness, chills snapping through her body. His finger slid into her, probing for a spot to concentrate on. He found her G-spot instantly, as if he knew her body from the inside out already. She shrieked, questions suddenly flooding her mind, reason trying to overcome her desire. 

"How'd you get in here, Diesel? How did you know where I lived?" her mind went blank as his finger left her and found their way to one of her small brown nipples. He twisted and tweaked one, then stood, and in one swift movement he was out of his underwear, his impressive dick standing at attention, as hard as it had been the other day, if not harder. She wanted to touch it, reached out for it, but he held her hands down, and mounted her. 

"Does it matter?" Diesel asked, grinding against her, his dick hitting her clit roughly, then softly, until she thought she might come by this contact alone. "I found out all I needed to know, then I found you. I watched you for a while before I broke in." Fear fluttered in Madison's stomach, but it was quickly obliterated by the feeling of him pushing himself into her in one solid thrust that sent her mind reeling. She tried to catch her breath, but then he was thrusting into her again, his gaze trained on hers. She had never known anything like the feeling he gave her. Her eyes left his and fell to where they met, the paleness of his stomach tapering to where he disappeared into her, the loose curl of his pubic hair meeting with the black coarseness of what little there was of hers. 

"Oh God!" she screamed as the thrusts intensified. Her breasts shook violently with the strength he put behind them, her hands found their way to his ass, where they squeezed and pulled him closer to her, if that were even possible. His lips found hers, stifling any further screams that would have burst free from her throat. He abruptly flipped her over into her stomach and entered her from behind, his fingers gently rubbing her clit as he assailed her with thrust after savage thrust. He held her waist, guided her back and forth, his own breathing coming sharp and labored. 

"I'm not him, but you feel like what I think heaven would feel like...that's what I mean, you feel like happiness to me." His own grunts began then, she could feel a weakness overcoming her, her orgasm waiting right where she could reach it. Then he was gone from her, turning her back over onto her back. "Don't come yet," he commanded breathlessly, holding the weight of himself in his hand, looking down on her. He was sweating profusely, his expression was unreadable. He picked her up, held her so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Against the wall he slammed her, then entered her again. She raked at his back, arched against him, called his name through clenched teeth. "How do I feel?" he asked. 




Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 02



"Good...like...."

"Like what?" he asked, kissing her neck, nibbling savagely at her ear. His thrusts slowed, and became torturous, the texture of his dick slowly sliding in and out of her, sending chills through her still. 

"Like..." 

"Tell me Madison, how do I feel? Do you remember me from before, is it better than before?" 

"Yes," she answered. She couldn't orchestrate any real coherent thought, no matter how hard he tried to make her. She felt the weakness again, waiting, and somehow, he knew it too. 

"I'm coming too. You can come now if you want." His country twang made her smile, and then she was shuddering, pulsing against him. He breathed in sharply as she felt him pulsing within her. The gravity of this fact didn't reach her then, it wouldn't until very later, but for now, his warmth spending into her was the best feeling she could fathom. 

He held her long after the vibrations of climax had left both of their bodies. She laid her head on his shoulder, let him walk them back to the bed, where he laid down beside her, facing her. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow." He said, staring into her eyes. Madison felt shaky, her mind finally clear. She couldn't stop touching him, a hand traced the path of a scar on his right shoulder. "I was mad at first, but after I thought about it, I wasn't. I don't know what I want. But I knew enough that I wanted to see you tonight. To feel you tonight." 

"I'm glad you came." 

"Me too. I guess I just don't really know, where to go from here."



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 03



Madison woke up with her thighs sticky and her hip joints sore from being spread open most of the night, and she couldn't be happier. She dare not open her eyes because she didn't want reality to ruin the bliss that played in her head, which meant, she didn't want to find the spot beside her empty. 

"Are you up? I thought you were but you ain't opened your eyes," his voice washed over her and she smiled. 

"I'm up," she said. 

"Then why are your eyes still closed?" 

"I didn't want to see that you weren't here." 

"You're crazy." His lips on hers gave her permission to open her eyes and look at him. He was as handsome as her dreams had depicted, if not more so. She'd never been with anyone like him before, and she wondered what took her so long to find her type. That was it, Diesel Olsen was her type. 

"You want breakfast?" she asked, watching his glazed stare as it took in her naked body. 

"I sure do," he said. With a serious expression on his face he slid down in the bed until his lips found her already swollen clit. His hands held her still as his lips and tongue slid along her slit, making her thighs shake from fatigue as much as the pleasure that was building inside of her. 

"Diesel I need a shower, and I don't think I can take another orgasm." Madison smiled when he looked up at her, his face shiny with her juices. 

"Nobody can ever have too many orgasms silly girl," his gaze left hers again and he delved between her thighs once more. Madison gasped as she felt a finger enter her ever so gently. "You want me to stop?" 

"I think so, I mean, I was sure before but now I don't know," she closed her eyes tightly as his finger toyed again with her g-spot. Madison didn't think she'd ever met a man with this degree of sexual expertise, she'd gone from never coming to coming in a matter of minutes from the mere press of his dick against her opening. 

"So, you don't want me to stop?" His fingers slid in and out of her in tandem with the firm press of his tongue against her clit, and Madison felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She couldn't believe this man existed. 

"Nah," she moaned. "Don't stop. Oh my god," a sharp intake of breath tore through her chest in prelude to the surge of a climax that began at her clit and then seized every extremity. Her world went black, and she convulsed, and screamed, grabbed the back of his head. When she came to her head was pounding and she couldn't move. 

"Your eyes are closed again," he said, back up beside her, his lips against her ear.

"I'm dead," she said. 

"You sure didn't feel like you were dead just a minute ago," he replied. Madison opened her eyes again, squinting against the bright sunlight that streamed into the room. Her eyes found the clock on her bedside table.

"Shit Diesel! It's nearly noon. I was supposed to be in for work an hour ago. My first appointment is in twenty minutes." Madison shot out of bed and her knees nearly buckled. 

"You okay?" Diesel asked, sitting up, concern etched across his hard features. 

"I'm fine, it's just that I've been fucked every which way all night, I came about ten times, and I didn't get any sleep," she made a beeline to her bathroom, pain shooting through her crotch with every step. She could take the pain because it was a different kind than the average every day run of the mill ache. Her pussy stung but it felt satisfied, well fucked. She'd never had sex like that in all her life. She'd heard her friend's stories time and time again about being fucked into a coma, about not being able to walk for days after, and she'd had no clue what they were talking about and she sure didn't see the appeal of being fucked so much that every step reminded you of the dick you'd had the night before, but she now understood what all the fuss was about. 

Diesel had made her body his own. She'd watched him in the twilight of the previous night as he examined her pussy and touched and licked and caressed her all the while watching the reactions she gave. He'd entered her softly when she needed him to enter her softly, and he'd shoved himself forcefully inside of her when she needed to be fucked hard. In the span of a few hours she'd had her back completely banged out, as the expression went, and she had no clue how she was going to keep this man in her bed, and in her life, for that matter. He was a soldier with obligations and issues and she was a therapist with a failed engagement and mounds of baggage. 

"You hungry?" She heard him call out from her bedroom.

"Yeah of course, but I don't have time," she called back. She turned on the shower and stepped into the water before it had warmed, but the cold water felt good on her skin and her burning hot pussy. "I'm in love," she said to herself and to the water and the walls and the steam that rose around her. "I'm not in love," she scoffed at herself before laughing at her solo dialogue "I have, however, apparently been fucked out of my mind." 

~~

Diesel was nursing some love wounds of his own. His back burned and stung, and in front of the mirror on her vanity he inspected the web of welts on his back made by Madison's fingernails. Battle scars. He pulled on his underwear and went into her kitchen. He searched the cabinets until he found a lone box of Lucky Charms and he poured it and milk into a crystal bowl he found in her dish rack. Soon after, she entered the kitchen still wet and naked, her hair slightly damp. 

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, wrapping her arms around him, lying her head on his chest. 

"Are you crying?" he asked, holding her. 

"Yes, I'm so weird. I've never-- last night--listen, nothing like that's ever happened to me. I never usually like sex, and when I do like it, I never have an orgasm." Diesel held her, liking the way her breath felt against his chest. 

"Don't cry though, that's a good thing. We had a good night, an amazing night. It was a first for me too," Diesel said as she let go of him. 

"A first? You're too good at sex for me to have brought anything to the table that you've never seen before, unless you're talking about bedding a black woman, because if you are--"

"I didn't mean that. I've been with black women before. No, I've never, gotten, you know, that many hard-ons in my life. I'm usually good for about three rounds you know, with about ten or twenty minute intervals in between. But last night, I would come and you would lie there in front of me, and I would look at your breasts, and that pussy," he touched her lightly there when he said the word. "And my dick would get hard again, and then I had to put it inside of you, and every time I did, it was like, this sounds weird or fake, but it was like, my cock had finally found its home!" He laughed, and she laughed, and then playfully tapped him on the shoulder. 

"I mean it," he said. "Here," he handed her the bowl of cereal. "You're already late, you might as well eat something." 

"Thanks," she said, taking it, looking up at him. Diesel felt something tighten in his chest as he looked at her, his eyes took in every detail, the ink black shine of her long thick hair, the warm brown of her eyes, the shape of her lips. Her skin was chocolate dark with a golden tint to it that made her look like some unearthly light shined just below its surface. He liked how she stood here before him now naked with no hint of shyness. Other women he knew would have been hesitant to allow him to see them fully naked in the daylight, even after he'd made love to them. Madison's comfort in the nude could, however, be attributed to the confidence that she would be crazy not to feel with a body like hers. Her breasts, though on the larger side were perky and round, her nipples small and surrounded by the faint circle of her areolas which were a shade or two darker than her skin. Her hips were narrow but shapely, and her legs went for miles. He remembered how they felt wrapped around his waist, and his dick hardened for what had to be the eleventh time in almost as many hours. 

"Make yourself a bowl," Madison said. She sat at the bar that spanned the far wall of her kitchen. 

"Not hungry," he said sitting beside her. "Listen, about what I did last night--" 

"Forget about it, Diesel. I'm the typical straight laced scholar with a hidden wild side. You breaking in and taking me like that made me so hot. It fulfilled a fantasy that I never even knew I had. You're so--manly. I like the way you possess me. I mean, I am an independent strong woman but I like the way you always seem to know what I want before I do. You make my heart beat so fast." 

"You make my breathing slow down," Diesel said simply. 

"What?" Madison asked, a smile playing on her lips. 

"Nothing, I don't know why I said that." 

"No, tell me Diesel." 

"You're going to be late Dr. Attard." Diesel stood and turned away from her, his mind racing suddenly. "Can I take a shower?"

"Sure, take your time. I'm going to get going. Remember, though, you have an appointment to keep with your therapist." 

~~

Diesel drove around Reno with Led Zeppelin blasting from the speakers of his rental trying to sort through the conflicting thoughts warring for dominance in his head. He wanted to skip town. The thought had occurred to him over and over since he left Madison's apartment. He'd driven to the turnpike three times so far, tempted to take it as far as he could in whatever direction seemed right to him, but then the thought of going AWOL would send his car back toward town, back toward the Redmond Medical Center for his appointment with Madison at 3 p.m. It was nearly 2:30 now, and he needed to be on his way there now if he were going to make it in time. 

He stopped at a corner store and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and a 40 ounce that he tipped to his lips as soon as he cleared the doorway. He smoked and drove as carefully as he could manage in the direction of the medical center, the warmth of the alcohol making his arms feel weak. In the parking lot he sat, smoking and drinking, thinking. Going AWOL wasn't the only thing keeping him within the city limits. Madison had gotten under his skin in a way that no woman ever had. She made him want to live, she gave him hope, she made him dream. He didn't need that. He needed to stay focused and business minded. Going to Germany was his first step before he would undoubtedly be sent back to Iraq, if he were lucky. He'd heard mutterings from his peers about possibly being sent to Afghanistan, where the situation had become a lot more grim than that in Iraq. He didn't mind going there. He'd made a decision to join the Marines and he if he was needed there, he had no qualms about going--if he had nothing keeping him here. If he had nothing to live for. Meeting Madison had given him misgivings, made him long for a normal life where he could make her his girlfriend and make love to her every night and every morning, where he could watch her emerge from the shower wet and beautiful and sweet. He didn't have a normal life, however. He was a glorified nomad with good pay and benefits. He was a hero in the public eye because of the things they thought he did, not the things he did in actuality in the foreign lands he visited where the rules were warped or non-existent. 

Diesel climbed out of his car, walked until he was again in the dusty flower bed, feelings of déjà vu descending upon him in a foreboding fashion. The decision had been made when he thought of her. He couldn't leave Nevada, not until he she let him go. 

~~

Madison waited, her eyes falling to the clock on her desk every few seconds. The thought crossed her mind that he may not show, and she tensed at the thought. He was only five minutes late, but she didn't feel too good about that. She felt foolish actually. She'd let good dick skew her common sense. She'd left a stranger in her apartment and trusted that he wouldn't rob her blind because he'd fucked her all night. She did some breathing exercises and tried to relax, but all she could think about what the way he'd felt inside of her. The fact that it hurt still to sit didn't help. They hadn't even used protection. She could be pregnant at this very moment, or more importantly, struck with some incurable--

"Dr. Attard, your 3 p.m. has arrived. Should I send him in?" Madison stared at the intercom as if it were an alien creature sitting on her desk. He was here. 

"Yes, please send him in." 

When he came through the door her breath left her chest. Every time she saw him she was taken aback by how handsome he was. She'd never dated anyone so good looking, and to be honest it made her a bit uneasy. He was dressed a bit less casual than the night before, he wore a button up and dark washed jeans with sharp creases. The boots had been replaced with a pair of black and blue tennis shoes that looked as if they'd never been worn before. 

"Hi," he said sitting before her. He seemed nervous, a disposition that didn't fit him in the least. 

"Hi," she said. 

"You look good to have gotten ready in ten minutes. Did you get in trouble for being so late?" 

"Not yet. My receptionist told the patient I had come down with something. I guess he bought it, but my boss will probably ream my ass later." Madison leaned back in her chair after she flipped to a new page in her legal pad. 

"Oh, well hopefully you won't get in too much trouble." 

"Yeah. Well, enough with the small talk. Why were you late?" 

"What do you mean, why was I late?" 

"What do you think I meant? I thought you weren't going to show. You're under my care Diesel, I take that very seriously." 

"Do you? Serious enough to fuck me all night?" 

"Listen, don't make me regret what we did," Madison said, heat rising to her cheeks. 

"You shouldn't regret it, but you also shouldn't try to pretend like we're the typical patient and doctor. I fucked you every which way from Sunday last night and then you have the nerve to try to lay your professional shit on me." 

"Diesel, whether we fucked last night or not, you still have issues that need addressed." 

"Yeah, if my issues are so bad why did you give me a clean bill of health the other day?" 

"I didn't. I took it back, remember?" 

"Yeah, because I fucked you senseless and after that you would've done anything to keep me around."

"Diesel, why in the fuck are you being so crass?" Madison's hands shook as she picked up her pen, with nothing in mind to write. She was embarrassed. This was all a mistake. What had she been thinking? Sleeping with a patient. Especially a patient who actually did need her help.

"Me, crass?" 

"Are you trying to embarrass me, hurt me on purpose?" Madison asked. Diesel's gaze which had been hard the entire time softened for a second. 

"Hurt you?" 

"You're being mean Diesel," the words squeaked out of her and she felt even more embarrassed, if that were possible. "I want you to leave. I'm assigning you to someone else." 

"Go ahead. I'd have to tell them about your inappropriate behavior though. That probably wouldn't go over too well now would it?" Diesel stood and walked over to her side of the desk. "Get up," he commanded. 

"What? Diesel I'll--" 

"Call security?" he whispered in her ear. 

She became aroused despite herself, and her eyes stung as fear mingled with the absolute horror she felt at the situation she'd gotten herself into.

"I want you to slide your panties off, and bend over the desk." He said. Madison reached behind herself to unzip her skirt, but Diesel stayed her hand. "Follow directions. I told you to take your panties off. Leave the skirt on." 

"No," she said fiercely, turning to him. "Tell whoever you want to, I'm not going to be forced into doing this." 

"Fine, I don't force anyone to do anything." He said before he made to walk to the door, but Madison's legs carried her in front of him, blocking his path. She reached behind herself and locked the door. "What's this now?" he asked, his southern lilt sounding more pronounced as a smile took hold of his mouth. 

"Do what you want to me, but don't leave," she wouldn't beg him. No, she wouldn't beg, but she would ask. He'd been mean to her this entire time, hurt her feelings, but her body was hooked. She needed him. She wanted his dick inside of her more than she wanted to be appropriate, more than she wanted him to say kind things to her. His body was solid, hard, inviting. The throb in her pussy wouldn't take his leaving very well, and in a few short hours she'd become a slave to its blind desire. 

Wordlessly he reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and waited. 

"Bend over the desk," he said rubbing his cock through his pants. She did as she was told, all too aware of how wet she'd become. She laid her face on the desk, watched him approach her in the reflection of the mirror on closed bathroom door. In movements made frantic by the desire that showed clearly on his face, he unzipped his pants and slid them down far enough to let his dick spring free. He slid a finger slowly into her opening, and then removed it and placed it in his mouth. She watched him lick his finger clean. 

"You taste ready," he said. With no further interlude he slid himself inside of her to the hilt. Her knees gave out at the invasion but his thrusts came anyway, hard and quick. She tried to regain her footing but it was of no use. 

"Relax Maddy, take all that dick girl," he said breathlessly. His strong hands tunneled under her blouse and pushed up her bra so he could palm her breasts. He grunted in time with his thrusts, his balls slapped against her ass in the most tantalizing way, and before she knew it she was moaning too loudly for their surroundings. Sensing this, his left hand left her breasts and clamped tightly over her mouth. 

"Come on baby, come for me," he said into her ear. "Come on, let that tight little pussy come all over this dick." As if on command the climax ripped through her. She reared back involuntarily, her head hitting him in the mouth in the process. 

"Holy shit!" Diesel cursed, holding his mouth. 

"Sorry," she said breathlessly. She fell to the floor, still coming, a laugh on her lips. "Uhhh I'm so sorry!" 

"Shit!" He cursed. He shuffled over to the mirror, his dick still hard, his pants around his ankles. 

"Sorry I did that and I didn't mean to, but you deserved it," she said rising to her feet. As she leaned over to pick up her panties, her eyes caught sight of the pulsing red light on her phone. The intercom. 

"Shit!" Madison hurriedly pulled her panties up and looked at Diesel who was now dabbing at his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand. "Diesel the fucking intercom was still on. My receptionist heard the whole fucking thing!"



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 04



"That's the bathroom in there Diesel. Get some Kleenex if you need it." 

"Yeah I fucking need it. I'm surprised I still have my front teeth. Goddamn!" Madison watched Diesel fling open the bathroom door and disappear inside. She'd turned off the intercom even though the worst had already been done for the audience right outside her door. Madison sat on her desk doubled over, anxiety coursing through her body. This was it. All her hard work, all of it, for naught. She was going to lose her job. 

"Madison, are you okay?" Madison looked up as Diesel emerged from the bathroom, his face clean of the blood that had covered it only moments ago. 

"No. I'm going to get fired. I'm going to lose my license. People are going to be looking at me as I clean out my desk, calling me a slut." Madison gasped as a sob snaked its way up her throat. 

"Breathe Madison, how do you even know she heard us?" 

"How did she miss it? The moment you came in here the conversation slid into inappropriate territory. We talked about last night--we argued--you fucked me. Shit!" Madison stood and began removing things from her desk in jerky movements. 

"Listen, calm the fuck down." 

"I can't go out there Diesel. I'm never leaving this office again. Everyone probably knows by now!" 

"Madison, calm down, okay? Everything's gonna be fine. I'm going to go out there and take a peek, alright?" 

"No!" Madison said in a strained whisper. 

"Madison, what are we gonna do, live in here? One of us has to go out there and survey the situation. I've been through a lot harder shit than this could ever manage to be, I'll take care of it. Just sit there, put your shit back in your desk, and relax." 

"Okay," she managed to squeak out. She watched him go through the door, and she tried to calm herself. She was a therapist after all, if she couldn't calm herself down she had no business trying to do the same for others. 

~~

Diesel closed the door softly behind him and stared at the empty desk just outside Madison's door. Everything looked just as it had when he came in, only the receptionist was nowhere to be found. Diesel took a sly inspection of the phone that sat ominously on the desk, and the red light pulsed steady and mocking. He waited, not exactly sure of what the next move was but he felt good about the fact that the receptionist was not at her post. He would've turned the intercom off himself but he had no clue how to do so and he didn't want to fuck anything up, so he continued to wait. He even took a seat in one of the cheap upholstered seats that lined the walls. 

"Mr. Olsen? Oh gosh did you need something? Did you need to reschedule?" The receptionist barreled into the room with a bag of take out in her hand. "Is Dr. Attard still in there? Did she need me?" She seemed nervous and had apparently slipped out during he and Madison's--session. 

"No, I was just waiting here," Diesel said. He released the breath he didn't even know he was holding as relief washed over him. "I was waiting here for you to get back, Lisa is it?" 

"Yeah, Lisa." she said, a pleased look flickering across her face. 

"I don't usually do things like this, but I stepped out to go to the bathroom and when I got back I hoped you'd be back. I just wanted to tell you that I thought you looked--nice today." Diesel said. 

"Thank you, wow, thanks a lot." Lisa blushed and smiled. "You're pretty handsome yourself." 

"Thanks. Well, I'd better be getting back in there," Diesel took a step toward the door. 

"Well--should I give you my number or something?" Lisa twirled a strand of her straw blonde hair around her finger. 

"Uh, yeah, but when I leave, I don't want to get you in any trouble." 

"I won't get into any trouble, Dr. Attard is cool as hell." 

"Uh, okay then," Diesel took her number which she scribbled on the back of one of Madison's cards. For the second time he went for the door. 

"Wait!" Lisa barked. 

"What now?" Diesel said, smiling quickly to cover the exasperated sound of his voice. 

"Um, I can't just let you walk back in there, I need to you know, let her know you're on your way back in." 

"Oh, okay." Diesel waited as Lisa pressed the intercom button. Madison's voice crackled over the line. He could hear the nervousness in her voice even through all the distortion. Diesel figured that even if Lisa had been sitting here the entire time she wouldn't have understood what the hell was going on anyway from the less than stellar sound quality. 

"Dr. Attard, Mr. Olsen is back." 

"Send him in Lisa." Diesel smiled weakly at Lisa who waved at him with a flutter of her eyelashes as he stepped back into Madison's office and closed the door behind himself. 

"What happened?" Madison whispered as soon as he was seated in front of her once again.

"She wasn't at her desk. She snuck out to get some food apparently." 

"Wow, her being a crappy receptionist finally paid off. Who would've thought!" Madison sighed, leaned back in her chair. "Oh, is your mouth okay?" 

"Yeah, it wasn't as bad as it seemed, my bottom tooth just cut my lip a bit." 

"Sorry again," Madison said. 

"Well it's the price one pays for making a woman such as yourself come." Diesel said, a wicked smile sliding onto his face. 

"Mmm, well I hope you enjoyed it," Madison said, giving him a wicked smile of her own. 

"Oh I did," Diesel laughed, leaning toward her. 

"Because it's the last fucking time you'll make a woman such as myself come. Now I'm going to have to ask you to leave, I want to catch a quick lunch and then I have a few evening appointments I need to prepare for." 

"What?" 

"You heard me. Did you forget how you treated me when you got here? You come in here with alcohol on your breath and your bad attitude and your threats, and I'm supposed to forget all that cause you beat my cervix into submission, fuck that and fuck you. I don't need the added stress." 

"I didn't know therapists had such dirty mouths," Diesel said standing. "But what did I expect from someone who--"

"Finish that sentence and I'll make sure the fucking Marine Corp kicks your ass out the moment you report back." 

"You'd do that?" 

"Try me asshole. I'm a nice girl Diesel, believe it or not. I broke a lot of rules with you, and I thought it was worth it because you made me feel amazing. But I won't be talked to like one of your giggly women who fall all over every word you say because you look good. I'll refer you to another doctor who can help you, and if you want to tell that doctor what we did feel free. I won't, however, be blackmailed." Madison picked up her purse from the floor beneath her desk and slid a pair of sunglasses over eyes.

"I'm sorry Madison, I just, I got scared. I didn't expect to find you, and you make me feel so--" 

"Save it, Diesel. I have enough issues of my own, I don't need to add yours to the pile. Here's some professional advice, and it's the last I'll ever give you. When you like someone, you don't make them feel like shit. No matter what. We've all got problems and frailties and shortcomings, but its how we deal with them that makes us who we are and its how we well we treat others around us despite it all that makes us loveable. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a busy day ahead of me." 

"Well don't let me stop you!" Diesel said. He stormed from the office, past a startled Lisa and out of the building. He could barely see straight. Anger and sadness battled in his stomach making his movements uncoordinated and clumsy. He fumbled his keys from his pocket and opened his car door. It was hot inside yet again, and the seats burned him through his clothes but he sat there and let that pain mix with the dull throb in his mouth. It distracted him. It stopped him from putting his fist through his windshield. 

~~

Madison made her way to the cafeteria, holding the sobs that kept rising from her throat at bay long enough to order a salad and a bottled water from the lunch counter. She found a table in the back of the cafeteria behind a bunch of leafy artificial plants. She stared at her salad and took one sip from her water before the tears broke free. She was the most unlucky woman in love. She'd once again opened her life--and her legs--to someone who didn't respect her. What did she expect though? Diesel was a patient. A patient with problems just like every other person who came through her doors. A lapse in judgment due to a weak period in her life had brought her to this place, yet again. It was almost ironic that she was a therapist. She had enough issues of her own to fill the Grand Canyon a million times over. 

After she'd picked at her salad long enough she returned to her office. Lisa was at her desk and her eyes lit up when she saw her. "Hey, what was up with the dramatic exit that hot Marine made?" 

"Hell if I know, he's crazy, remember?" 

~~

Diesel held his dick in his hand and closed his eyes tightly. He imagined the feel of her warmth encasing his shaft, and his fist began a slow steady up and down stroke that was a lame substitute for the real thing, but it would have to do. He came with his fingers to his nose, her smell still there, sweet but fading. He cleaned himself up and then was startled by the shrill chime of his cell phone and even though he didn't recognize the number, he answered it anyway with hopes that it was Madison. 

"Hey there Cock Diesel!" A voice yelled over the line. Diesel sat up, his mind racing trying to place the voice. "I know you know who this is!"

"Sorry but I don't, and you should probably tell me right now before I hang the fucking phone up." 

"That's Diesel, intense as a motherfucker! It's Bates, man, Archie Bates." 

"Archie? Man you sound different. What's up man?" Diesel said. He tried to inject some excitement into his voice, but he didn't think he was doing that good of a job. 

"Well, I heard from a few people that Staff Sergeant Diesel Olsen was back in Nevada, so of course I had to track you down." 

"I'm not a Staff Sergeant any more Arch," Diesel said. "I'm Lance Corporal Diesel Olsen now." 

"Yeah, I heard that too, but that shit happens to the best of us, and you'll always be my Staff Sergeant!" Archie said in his perpetually loud voice. 

"Thanks man!" Diesel smiled despite himself. "So what's going on? Just wanted to check in or something?" 

"Hell no! Do I sound like a girl? I'm calling because me and some of the boys are going out on the town tonight, and I want you to come as honorary guest." 

"What? Archie, I don't think that's such a good idea. I had a bad day and I really just want to get some sleep." 

"Fuck that. You're coming, even if I have to come and grab your ass up out of that hotel off the freeway that you're probably staying in." 

"You know me so well Arch," Diesel said lighting a cigarette and shoving it into his mouth. "But that won't be necessary. Now that I think about it I could use a drink or two or three, where should I meet you?" 

~~

Madison ended a long day of horrible decisions by making what was probably the worst one of all, meeting Peter at what used to be their favorite spot. She had the ring in her purse but she still hadn't decided whether she was going to give it back to him or not. She'd arrived a half hour before he was due to clear her head and prepare herself for what promised to be another traumatizing experience. He arrived right on time, waving at her as soon as he came through the door. 

"Hey there Madison, how are you?" he said once he'd made his way to her table. She stood and let him hug her, and she didn't even lose her lunch when he planted a dry kiss on her cheek. 

"I've been better Pete, and you?" 

"I've had better days myself," he said with a sober expression. "Look Madison," Pete sat across from her and loosened his tie, removed his cufflinks, "I'm so sorry about how everything went down. I didn't mean for you to catch me and--to catch me that way." 

"Of course you didn't mean it. If you could have, you would have kept me in the dark for our entire marriage, right?" 

"No Madison, that's not how it was!" 

"You could have fooled me." A loud cheer rose up from the bar across the restaurant. A game was on the big screen and a group of guys sat crowded around the bar in front of it, rowdy and raucous. 

"I forgot how loud and crazy it got here on Wednesday nights," Pete said. "Did you order this for me?" Pete said, picking up the martini and taking a sip.

"Yup, and I can't for the life of me how I didn't figure out that a man who liked Apple Martini's as much as you was as gay as the day is long." 

"Madison--" 

"What?" 

"I know I hurt you. I know it. I just need for you to do me one more favor. If you ever loved me--" 

"Excuse me!" Madison held a finger up to beckon the waitress to her table. The woman approached, her order pad at ready. 

"Could I get another top shelf long island iced tea please?" The waitress nodded and disappeared, taking two of Madison's empty glasses with her. 

"How many have you had Madison?" 

"None of your fucking business, but even a blind man could see that I've apparently had two!" And right then their effects hit her, and she was grateful for it. Her body felt warm, her shoulders loosened. "And before I leave here, I plan to have at least three more." 

"Madison, you don't even drink, what's gotten into you?" 

"You don't want to know," she said. "So go ahead and ask me this favor so I can shut your ass down real quick." 

"Okay, well, I know I hurt you," he began. "I know that you probably hate my guts right now," he continued despite the snort of a laugh that Madison uttered at that moment. "But I need you to come with me to a charity event my partners are throwing. They don't know that we split up, and--"

"They also have no clue that you're a homosexual, am I right? You need me to be your beard for the night? Is that it? Or is your Latin lover boyfriend too busy getting his chest waxed to make it?" 

"Madison please!" 

"Please? Please? You fucking wasted two years of my life!" Madison smiled at the waitress as she sat her drink in front of her. She downed the drink in less than five minutes, and when she caught sight of the waitress again, she beckoned for another. 

"Madison, you should probably slow down," Pete said. "You're being loud and people are staring." 

"Pete, please take this opportunity to do what you've never done before, and kiss my ass. I'm going to the bathroom. Order yourself a fucking daiquiri or something while I'm gone." Madison got to her feet and then sat back down as the world shifted before her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Pete asked. 

"Don't pretend like you give a fuck, okay?" Madison stood again, more prepared this time for the disorientation of her marked drunkenness. With considerable effort, she made her way through the throngs of people crowding the restaurant to the bathroom. 

"Whoa, honey you are fucking gorgeous!" said a tall handsome black man who jumped into her path as soon as she passed the bar. "What is your name!" 

"Madison," she slurred, offering him her hand which he took and kissed. 

"Madison, beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Hey, me and my boy are about to get out of here and head out to the club. You should come along. I'll buy all your drinks and make it a night you'll never forget as long as you live!" 

"Sweetie thanks, but I've had enough memorable nights already to last me a lifetime," Madison said with a shake of her head. 

"Whoa, if I am not mistaken, I think there's a case of the sad's going around Reno tonight. You sound just like my friend. He's being a total downer too, man! Shit, here he comes now, get over here man!" The man who approached them was tall, broad, well muscled. Madison couldn't see his face through the group of men standing and milling about in front of her. 

"Oh, my name's Archie by the way," Madison shook his hand again, and smiled up at him. His good natured disposition was slowly thawing her icy mood, but the thaw stopped cold, so to speak, when she finally came face to face with Archie's friend. 

"Madison, I'd like you to meet Diesel Olsen. This is one bad mothafucka, well, usually. He's on the outs tonight for reasons he won't disclose, but he's one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet." 

Madison waited for Diesel to make the first move. They stared at one another, their gazes empty, their body language neutral. "Hi, I'm Diesel, nice to meet you," Diesel held out his hand and Madison stormed past him, leaving both men staring after her, but only one appeared to be confused. 

~~

"Whoa, what does she not like white people?" Archie joked. He tipped his beer to his lips. "She was all for it before you came over here." 

"What was she all for?" Diesel asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. 

"I asked her to come to Hot Spot with us, and she didn't say no. Then you come up and she storms off like a bat out of hell." Archie smiled at Diesel, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No worries though, the hot ones are always a little crazy. When she comes back by I'll snatch her up yet." Archie returned to his seat at the bar, and Diesel told him that he needed to get tissue to blow his nose. He ignored the napkin that Archie held out to him and barreled after her. 

"Still mad?" he asked once he caught up with her. She was lingering outside of the women's bathroom as if she were waiting for him. She was still wearing the button up and black linen pencil skirt she'd had on earlier, but she'd replaced her simple black heels with a pair of wedge sandals. Diesel's eyes lingered at her toes, their nails painted black, a ring on the third toe. He hadn't noticed the ring earlier and he wondered if she'd put it on special to come out tonight. 

"Yes I'm still mad," she said to him. Her words sounded thick and lazy. She was drunk. "I'm always going to be mad. Forever," she spun clumsily on her heels and tried to make a grand escape into the safety of the women's bathroom but Diesel reached out and grabbed her arm. 

"Let go of me, you didn't even claim me out there. You acted like you didn't know me. If you're trying to get back into my good graces denying me in public after you spent half the night fucking my brains out is not the way," tears sprang from her eyes. "Listen, it's not your fault. I'm the stupid one. I'm the one who let some wayward soldier drill me. I'm the one who caught feelings." 

"Madison please. The only reason I didn't act like I knew you out there is because I didn't want Archie to start asking questions. I didn't--I didn't want him to know that I was in therapy. I'm supposed to be this bad ass with nerves of steel and shit. I feel embarrassed about my problems. I feel embarrassed that I lost it, and more than anything, I don't want to have to talk about it all." 

"Oh God Diesel I'm sorry. I didn't even think about that. That's something I should've picked up on, I mean, of course you didn't want your friends to know. Getting therapy still holds such a stigma--" Madison shook her head. "Okay, I forgive you for that, whatever, but this afternoon, you were a dick, Diesel. You made me feel like shit, and the fact that you are capable of that scares me." 

"It shouldn't scare you Madison, I was wrong. I made a big mistake. I was being immature. Madison, I--I caught feelings too. I caught them and I didn't know what to do with them. I lashed out. But I will never pull anything like that again." 

"Even if I believe you. Even if I decided to forgive you and let you back into my good graces, what's the point? You're leaving really soon. I talked to your first sergeant today and he wants me to send him an evaluation by the end of the week. He really needs you to be in Germany. He said that the unit you're joining is due to deploy to Afghanistan in a month, and that unit's commander wants you with them." 




Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 04



"What? He didn't tell me that shit."

"I know, and I wasn't supposed to tell you but I couldn't help it!" He watched as more tears gathered and crested in her eyes. "I can't deal with this Diesel. You've fucked my head, fucked it!" 

"Madison, are you okay? Who's this guy?" a tall black man with hair that was so perfectly lined and cut it looked as if it had been painted on appeared in the small hallway. He stared at Diesel and Diesel stared back, every nerve in his body at the ready. 

"Pete, just go back to the table, I'm fine." Madison said. 

"Who are you?" Diesel asked, turning to face the man full on.

"I'm Madison's--fiancé, though I don't see how that is any of your business." Pete said in a show of pseudo toughness that grated against Diesel's already raw nerves. 

"You're not my fiancé, Peter, Diesel, he's not my fiancé." Madison said before Diesel could respond to Pete's veiled and weak challenge.

"Who is this guy Madison? Why are you explaining yourself to him? Is this your boyfriend or something?" Pete asked, his voice rising steadily with each word. 

"No Pete, it isn't, and honestly, if he was, what the fuck would you have to say about it?" Madison replied. Diesel watched the exchange with a wealth of feelings churning around in his stomach, but he stayed quiet. 

"I'd have a whole hell of a lot to say about it! A whole hell of a lot. We only--broke up a very, very short time ago, so if this is your boyfriend, that would lead me to believe that you were cheating on me." 

"Pete, I really don't have the energy to talk about this. I'll meet you back at the table, just give me a fucking second." Madison's words were the firmest Diesel had ever heard her speak even compared to the speech she'd given him that afternoon, but Peter still hesitated. 

"Listen, you ain't movin' fast enough, she said get going," Diesel said, his patience finally worn thin. Pete took the message and scurried off without another word. 

"You were going to marry that pansy?" Diesel asked after a span of silence fell awkwardly between them. 

"Diesel please." 

"Okay, I'm sorry. Just tell me you forgive me." Diesel said. He reached for her but his hand stopped mid-air as a man walked between them en route to the bathroom. 

"I don't know," Madison said, sniffling violently. 

"Say you forgive me, Madison. Please. I need you." 

"You need me? You don't even know me." 

"Don't I though?" Diesel asked. He backed her into the wall and pressed his lips hard against hers. He could taste the bitterness of alcohol on her lips beneath the waxy flavor of her lipstick. His right hand left his side and slid beneath the hem of her skirt. 

"Diesel, people are gonna see us," Madison said in a breath against his lips. Her tongue delved deeper into his mouth as soon as her sentence was finished, however, and Diesel tensed against the sudden surge of his arousal. 

"I don't care." he said during a short break in their kiss, "all they'll see is a couple making out." Diesel's index finger slid inside of her to find her warm and wet. She quivered around him, and he gasped involuntarily. He began to slowly stroke his finger in and out of her, reveling in the way her legs spread more and more as the his pace quickened. "You want me to stop?" He asked against her ear. 

"No," she shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her right leg and held it so that his finger could go deeper. The man from before exited the bathroom and barely gave them a second glance as he left the small alcove and disappeared into the main area of the restaurant. 

"See," Diesel said. "He didn't even bat an eye." 

"I want you inside of me Diesel," she said into his mouth. Her hands left his neck, slid between them and tunneled into the waist band of his jeans. She ran her palm along the solid length of his cock, causing his breath to catch in his throat. His finger sat immobile inside of her for a moment as his own pleasure temporarily halted his movements, and in a sudden fluid movement her hand left his cock and began tugging at his belt buckle. His middle finger joined his index inside of her as he anticipated the moment when she would set his dick free, curious to see whether she would really do what he hoped she would. 

"Do it, Maddy, don't stop now," he said into her ear. Spurred to meet the challenge in his voice she pulled his dick free from his underwear and in a flow of movement that was almost too effortless, he hiked her left leg higher and slid inside of her. A sharp inhale of breath was the response she gave to the sweet invasion of his dick, and before he began to thrust he paused in an effort to tamp down the urge he felt to come right then. 

"Oh god you feel so fucking good," he said to her. With a hand clamped over her mouth preemptively, he began a slow but firm thrust that made her slide up and down the wall with its impact. Miraculously the hallway remained deserted for the time being, which was just as well because as their fucking intensified Madison's skirt rose until it was a belt around her waist. Diesel tore at her lips with his teeth, grunted in time with his thrusts, all the while trying to remain as discreet as possible. His dick and balls were soaked with her wetness, his body was slick with sweat. When he came he moaned despite every effort not to, and Madison giggled, clamping her hand over his mouth as well. 

He pumped until his orgasm was fully spent, and his last jerk of release was met with the rhythmic pulsing of her walls around his cock. She bit his palm and threw her head back, softly this time. She clenched her eyes shut and her legs tightened to vises around his waist. "Diesel," she said softly into his ear. He let go of her legs and she slid to the floor, barely catching herself on her feet. They were both silent as they straightened their clothes and wiped the sweat from their faces. 

"You forgive me?" he asked her, no smile on his lips, his gaze serious. Before she could answer, Archie entered the hallway, his gaze suspicious. 

"Fuck man, I thought you'd fallen in. But apparently you were just back here trying to mack on my girl," Archie hugged Madison to him, none the wiser. "Man, your shirt is like, soaked, did you fall in?"



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 05



Madison returned to her table and to her surprise, Pete was still there. He'd apparently taken her advice as he was now nursing some other neon colored effeminate concoction. 

"Are you done slumming?" Pete asked her as soon as she'd taken her seat.

"What?" 

"With that white boy. I mean, the issue isn't his race really but you could definitely do better." Pete took a ginger sip from his glass as he stared at her over the rim. 

"Pete, listen, I'd advise you to stop acting as if I didn't catch you sucking your boyfriend's dick in the bed I helped you pick out with butt plugs hanging out of your ass. You're lucky I didn't lose my shit and blow both of you away after I saw that." 

"You're right Madison, I have no room to talk. I know what I did was horrible. I'm sorry. Despite all that though, I care about you a lot. That guy out there, he has what you and I used to call "the craziness within"." 

"What? No he doesn't," Madison said with little conviction. 

"Madison you got it bad if you can't see it. He is nuts. It's clear. I'm a lawyer Madison, my job depends a lot on reading people. And so does yours for that matter. The guy should be seeing you, but it should definitely only be on a professional level."  

"He was," Madison said quickly, the words slipping from her mouth before she could stop them. 

"What?" Pete said, pausing mid drink and slamming his glass down in the table. "what did you say?" 

"Nothing, listen, about the favor." 

"No, I heard you, you're fucking one of your patients? Oh God Madison, I thought you were better than that," Pete said. 

"You know what, you have a lot of nerve judging me," Madison gulped down the long island that had been brought while she was away from the table, and pulled a fifty dollar bill from her wallet and slapped it on the table. "And I wouldn't go to that fundraiser with you if you fucking paid me," Madison stood and shouldered her purse and stumbled gracelessly from the table. She could feel Pete's stare boring into her back as she left, but she didn't care. 

"Did you ditch him?" Diesel asked once she approached him where he sat at the bar. His words were slurred, and his eyes were red. He reeked of the alcohol he had so clearly been drinking a lot of, but she knew she probably did as well. The whole place seemed louder to her than it probably really was. Her panties were still damp and stuck uncomfortably to her crotch. She felt dirty and tired. 

"Yeah, I ditched him." She replied, sliding onto the stool beside him. "And I'm about to ditch you too," she said simply. 

"What? I thought you forgave me." 

"Who said I forgave you?" 

"Oh, so you'll fuck me but you won't talk to me?" Diesel slammed the empty beer bottle he was holding onto the bar and stood. 

"Keep your voice down!" She said to him. 

"It's loud as hell in here, no one heard me. And if they did who cares? We're two grown ass people having a discussion. And you weren't worrying about them seeing me banging you just a minute ago so I don't see what you're so hung up on." 

"Diesel!" 

"Madison!" He yelled back at her. "I'm leaving. I don't need this, if you don't want to deal with me, don't. You think you're innocent in all this? You're using me."

"What? Using you? No I'm not. I'm not using you Diesel, I can't believe you would say that!" 

"Why wouldn't I say that? You told me yourself how good of a lay I am. You told me you've never been fucked like I fuck you. Well I'm not a fucking dummy with a dick attached to it. I have feelings and emotions. I have feelings for you. I like you a lot, Madison. You take my mind off things that have been stuck in my head for months. But I won't be used, not even by you." Diesel stood. 

"Diesel, that's not true." 

"What's not true?" 

"I'm not using you, Diesel. Yeah you're a good lay. There's no question about that, but I like you too. I don't know you yet. Not really. I know what makes you come. I know you like for me to stick my pinky in your mouth when I ride you. I know that the tip of your dick turns bright red when it's hard," Madison blurted out followed by an embarrassed pause as she tried to gather her thoughts--and words better. "I know all that stuff but it's not enough. I want to know more. I want to know why you're sad. I want to know why you seem so angry inside." 

"Of course you want to know all that. You're a shrink." 

"No, beyond that. I want to know that stuff because I've never met anyone like you. I've never felt like this about anyone. So I'm sorry if I made you feel like I'm using you. It's just that, what you said this afternoon hurt my feelings and I'm having a hard time getting over it. But I will. If I mean that much to you, I'll get over it." 

"Okay," was all he said. He pulled her into his arms and squeezed her. Madison exhaled and clung to him. 

"Whoa, you guys are intense," came Archie's voice over the dull roar of voices in the place. The game had ended, and many of the patrons were leaving while other's seemed to be making a night of hanging around the bar and screaming at one another. "You sure you two just met?" 

"She's my fucking therapist!" Diesel yelled out to Madison's surprise. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. 

"Women, they are easy to talk to, you right about that. Both of you are clearly smashed though," Archie looked thoughtful. "You know Madison, the fact that he stole you right from under me aside, I know Diesel here pretty well. We did part of our tour in Iraq together. We even lived together for a while after basic training, and I must say, he's never looked at a girl the way he looks at you." 

"Thanks," Madison said. 

"You're really pretty too, I'm sure that's a plus. Are you still coming out with us?"

"I don't know, I might just call it a night." Madison answered. 

"Okay, but you should come, honestly, you leave this guy on his own and he'll be beating the women off with a stick." Archie said, flashing them his 100-watt smile. Madison liked him, and what was more, the therapist in her liked him for Diesel. His words tended to be light but they were genuine, and Madison read concern in his eyes when he looked at his friend. 

"Well when you put it that way, I think I will come, just to keep an eye on him you know," she winked at Diesel who was wavering slightly on his feet. "Do you want me to come? If you just want to have a guys night out, you can." 

"No, come Madison, I want you to. I can't wait to see your moves on the dance floor," he said shuffling back in forth. 

"After that little move I'm sure she can't wait to see yours either," Archie said. 

"I'm going to run home and take a shower, but I'll meet you guys."

"You can't be driving girl, you are drunk as hell," Archie answered. "Listen, me and Diesel will take you to your place. We'll wait in the car like good gentleman while you change and put your face on and all that." 

"I don't put my face on!" She squealed with fake indignation. "I don't wear that much makeup!"

"I can tell, that's why I said it. So, are you down, want us to run you home? I mean even if you don't come out with us we're going to have to take you home anyway, and of course by we I mean me, because Diesel's pretty tanked himself." 

"She hasn't seen me tanked," Diesel slurred. The statement gave Madison an uneasy feeling in her stomach but she ignored it and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll take that ride, and shockingly, I think dancing is exactly what I need right now." 

~~

Diesel watched Madison stumble up the metal stairs to the entrance to the front door of her townhouse. They were both probably too drunk to go anywhere else, but Diesel wanted to dance with her, wanted to go out with her and show her off. 

"Are you in love or something?" Archie asked him. 

"What? Why do you ask?" 

"Because your eyes are glued to her every move." 

"Nah, I'm not in love." 

"So, I was thinking about what you said, about her being your therapist. You meant that literally, didn't you?" 

"Yes, I did." Diesel answered with only moderate hesitation. If he were going to tell anyone he needed therapy Archie was the one to tell. He was loud and obnoxious sometimes but he was genuine and he didn't run his mouth. 

"Man, I'm sorry. I knew that you were having a hard time over there. I heard about what happened with that kamikaze. I'm real sorry man. I know I've been M.I.A., but with the divorce and everything, I've been in my own world." 

"Don't apologize Arch, we all got shit going on in our lives at some point or another." 

"Yeah. So, she's your therapist, but, to tell the truth you two don't seem to have the typical doctor patient relationship." 

"We don't," Diesel pulled a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket and lit it. His buzz had waned a bit and the cigarette would give it a much needed boost. 

"Say no more," Archie said, leaning back in his seat. "You still smoking those things? They're gonna kill you, I always told you that." 

"I know, but I think trudging through Afghanistan will do it before nicotine will." 

"What? What the fuck do you mean trudging through Afghanistan? Don't tell me that--"

"Yeah, Madison just told me that my sergeant called her and was riding her about giving me a favorable review so I could go to Germany to get acclimated with my new unit. Apparently they're deploying to Afghanistan in a month." 

"Shit. Oh shit man, no." Archie smacked a hand over his eyes, then leaned forward and laid his head on his steering wheel. "You? Why you? They got enough people going over there as it is. Why is everyone so gung ho for you to go over there?" 

"Because, Arch, no matter how much all our superiors try to discourage it, they actually like having loose cannons in the corp. We get things done." Diesel tried to laugh at the end of his statement but none came. 

"You know, I think there's some truth to that." Archie said. 

"So, I kept meaning to ask you. What are you doing back in Reno? I thought your new duty station was in Hawaii." Diesel asked. 

"Well, you know my ex is in Hawaii. She got the house in the divorce, and then moved some private in with her. I kept seeing them on base and shit. It was driving me up the wall, so I put in for a transfer. Luckily they needed me here. I came. Been here about three months." 

"I see. Well, I didn't realize it then, but I'm glad you called me."

"I'm glad I called you too. You're the best friend I made in the corp man." 

"Oh God, don't get mushy on me man," Diesel said around his cigarette. 

"I'm not getting mushy asshole, it's the truth. You always knew when I was having a hard time, not to mention that time you saved my life." 

"I didn't save your life man, it was just dumb luck."

"Was it? Me thinking with my dick almost got me killed. That bitch would've blown me to bits, and you shot her. You just knew." 

"Archie, can we not talk about this right now? I'm half drunk and a little happy. Talking about that shit will sober me up and make me feel like shit." 

"Okay man, I got you. So, Madison huh? She seems like a sweet woman." 

"She is. Sweeter than I deserve." Both men watched in silence as Madison stepped out onto her porch. She was dressed now in a clingy black t-shirt dress that stopped mid thigh. She looked a little less drunk since she was balancing quite successfully on a pair of spike heels that Diesel imagined aimed at the sky while he rammed into her. 

"Hotter than you deserve, too!" Archie said with a smile. ~~

The line to enter the club was wrapped around the building when they arrived, and Madison clung to Diesel's side, already regretting her choice of footwear as her feet began to throb. She'd wanted to impress Diesel, even though she knew deep down that she could have come outside in a burlap sack and Diesel would have still said she was beautiful. 

She was still drunk but her inebriation had peaked at the restaurant, and now she felt pleasantly relaxed. Archie knew the man at the door so they bypassed the line and Madison tried to ignore the wealth of dirty looks she'd gotten as she passed by women who no doubt wished they were the ones on Diesel's arm. 

"You want me to get you a drink?" Diesel yelled to her once they were inside. The music was loud and she could barely hear him, but she read his lips and nodded. He left her then, and she stood alone near a group of giggling women who descended upon Archie with the swiftness of a pack of hungry hyenas in the safari. 

"Hey there," came a voice from behind her. She turned to see a tall man with long dreadlocks and too many facial piercings hovering over her. 

"Hi," Madison answered politely. She cast a glance over her shoulder at the bar, but Diesel was nowhere to be seen. 

"I just had to come up and tell you that you are wearing that dress," he said, "my name is Trace. What's yours?" 

"Her name is Madison," suddenly Diesel was at her side with drinks in hand. "And she's here with me." 

"Oh, my bad my man. I was just complimenting your girl on that body. She got curves in all the right places, if I may say so myself." 

"I'm aware of that," Diesel said with little amusement. "If you'll excuse us," Diesel handed her a glowing glass of something that smelled like cough syrup, and Madison scrunched up her nose as they walked to a deserted table in the corner of the bar. 

"I don't think I'm going to like this." Madison said as Diesel sat down across from her. 

"It doesn't matter if you like it. All that matters is that it will fuck you up," Diesel smiled, and Madison felt warmth spread through her. She tried to remember the last man she'd been with who'd made her insides shaky with something as simple as a smile, but she was drawing a blank. 

"I'm already pretty fucked up, Diesel." 

"You can never be too fucked up." 

"I don't exactly agree with that." Madison sipped from the glass anyway, and winced as the thick liquid slid down her throat. 

"Don't ask me what's in this, because I have no clue. Apparently it's some drink that's unique to this club. Everyone's got one in their hands if you haven't noticed. That's why everyone's having so much fun." 

"I guess." Madison forced herself to take another sip. 

"Where's Archie?" Diesel asked, casting a quick glance around the club. 

"A group of women descended upon him the moment we entered the place, didn't you see?" 

"Maddy, the only thing I've seen all night is you," Diesel said simply. He stared hard at her, and Madison smiled. 

"I like it when you call me Maddy." she said. She took another sip of her drink even though she could feel its effects already. She knew that if she finished the glass she might pass out, but after the last few weeks she had, she felt like being smashed. She knew this was an irresponsible thought but it was true all the same. 

"Do you? I don't know what makes me call you that. It just came out that one time, when I was making love to you." 

"Making love?" Madison asked, her cheeks becoming hot from more than the alcohol. 

"Yeah, I mean, I would've said fucking, but it just doesn't sound right when it has to do with you." 

"I think we've got it bad," Madison said, thinking of what Peter had said to her earlier, "first you give me a nickname which is clearly a term of endearment, and then you call our wild sex making love."

"Does that bother you?" Diesel asked, leaning in close to be heard. 

"No, not at all. I told you that I caught feelings didn't I?" Madison leaned back in her chair as she slid her foot out of her shoe. Her toes thanked her, but she hadn't removed them to give her toes a break, though that was a plus. She lifted her leg and placed her toes against the soft bulge in his crotch. 

"Man, I guess you don't mind, huh?" Diesel asked, a smile spreading across his face. 

"How about we go dance?" Madison suggested. The bulge against her foot hardened under her manipulation, and she could feel heat spreading from her crotch to her thighs to the very toes that were urging Diesel to his own arousal. 

"Sounds good to me, but I have to tell you, I'm a horrible dancer." 

"Me too," she said. His hands fell beneath the table, and his fingertips, cold from his drink, began to massage her arch and her toes. Their gazes were locked, and Madison felt as if she could read every single thought going through his head. 

"Ready?" He asked. 

"Yup, let's go," Madison said. She slid her feet back into the confines of her shoe, but they felt a little better this time around. 

~~

Diesel wasn't as bad of a dancer as he would have had her believe, but Madison was just as bad as she'd admitted, and they laughed as they tried to find each other's rhythm. "Relax babe," he said into her ear as she moved awkwardly against him. "Just listen to the music, and move with me." 

"I'm sorry I'm so bad," Madison said. Diesel wrapped his arms around her waist as she ground her ass against his dick which was as hard as a rock, again. She found the beat well enough, but her movements were either faster than his or slower, and it wasn't until he pressed his hard on into her ass to make her feel it that she seemed to catch his vibe. 

"You're not bad, you're just forgetting the key to successful dancing," he whispered into her ear. 

"What's that?" she yelled back to him. 

"Pretend you're having sex with me. We're always in sink then." 

"I think I got you," she said bending over and gyrating against him. She gazed at him over her shoulder as she did so. Diesel allowed his hands to grab her breasts and he kneaded them when she straightened again, her body against his. He buried his nose in her hair as they danced, ran his fingers over the hardened nubs of her nipples. 

"I'm getting really wet," she said to him. "I really, really, would like to fuck you right now," she turned to him and grabbed his dick through his pants. 

"That could be arranged," he said, leading her to a less conspicuous corner of the dance floor. 

"Diesel, I already did you in a public place once tonight!" 

"You sure did, and it was amazing, we apparently have a knack for it, right?" Diesel said as a slow jam began to blast over the speakers. Diesel ran a hand under her dress and dipped two fingers inside of her before he began to rub his index and middle finger back and forth over her clit which was solid and warm to his touch. 

"We do," she said breathlessly. "But there are too many roving eyes in here. At least at Bingo's we were in an out of the way place kind of." 

"True enough. And here I'd have to hike your dress up and expose your goods to the club, and I'm not down with that. But, this seems to be working out fine, isn't it?" Diesel asked. He spun her around so that she was facing him and slid his middle and ring finger inside of her while his thumb rubbed against her clit. 

"Yes," she breathed into his ear. 

"Yo man, can I cut in?" Diesel turned to see the dreadlocked man from before staring at them. Diesel quickly removed his fingers from her and smoothed her dress down. 

"No, you can't," Diesel said. 

"Oh, I just thought, you know, she might want to dance with a real man. I thought I could do more than finger fuck her on the floor, know what I mean?" 

"Man fuck you and you need to get the fuck away from us before I rip all that metal out of your face," Diesel said as prickly heat began to gather in his chest. 

"I'm sorry man, I just thought since she would let some white dude put her out like that all in the middle of a packed club she would be down for anything--" Diesel punched the man before he knew he was going to. His teeth cut into Diesel's knuckles but that didn't stop him from landing another blow to the stomach that sent the man sprawling to the floor. 

"Diesel stop it!" Madison yelled, grabbing hold of Diesel's arm as he descended on him once again. Diesel flung her away and she nearly toppled onto the floor. 




Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 05



"You gonna talk shit, huh? She's my girl and what I do with her is none of your goddamn business." Diesel yelled. He was no longer drunk, instead he felt all too aware of everything going on around him. Archie was coming toward him, but his approach was eclipsed by that of a burly bouncer who grabbed Diesel by the shirt in an effort to restrain him. With one swift move Diesel had the bouncer in a headlock, and the man clawed at Diesel's clothing, trying to break free. 

"Yo, Diesel let him go man, let's get out of here," Archie said when he finally reached him. Diesel released the bouncer and he fell to the floor, coughing and holding his throat. Diesel's eyes searched the club for Madison but she was nowhere to be found. 

"Madison!" he yelled barreling through the crowd of people that had formed around the altercation. 

"Diesel man, I said let's get out of here, trust that the cops are on their way, she probably headed outside anyway." Archie said grabbing Diesel's arm. As the adrenaline drained from Diesel's body the world lost its clarity and he felt unsteady on his feet. Archie dragged him through the door and out into the warm summer air just in time to see Madison climbing into a taxi, her shoes in hand. 

"Madison!" he called out, running up to the cab as it pulled off down the street. "Fuck!" he yelled. 

"Come on man, you hear those sirens? Your ass is going to be in jail if we don't get the hell out of here," Archie said. Diesel let Archie lead him to his car and deposit him inside. As they pulled away from the club--passing a trio of wailing police cruisers on their way--he wondered how much damage he'd just done to he and Madison's budding relationship, and he tried not to even entertain the thought that it may not be something they could recover from. 



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 06



When the knock vibrated through her apartment she sat up and tried to stop the room from spinning. She slid her glasses on and wrapped herself in her robe and answered the door, disorientation made her forget to even look through the peephole. 

"Didn't think you were going to answer when you saw who it was," Pete said stepping through the threshold and then standing awkwardly in front of her. Madison sighed and shut the door, her insides seized in his presence and she shook her head at him. 

"Had I looked through the peephole I guarantee you wouldn't have gotten inside. What are you doing here?"

"Last night, things didn't go as planned," he began. He walked past her and took a seat on the edge of her couch. 

"I'm sure it didn't, I didn't agree to front for you at that party." 

"That's not all I'm talking about, Madison. I don't want us to hate one another. I want us to be cordial, civil at least." 

"How adult of you," Madison took a seat on the couch as well, a safe distance from Pete who had her completely on edge. She couldn't believe she'd let him in, being half awake and hung-over had really done a number on her judgment. 

"Listen Madison, there's nothing I can say that will take the hurt out of what happened between us, and I can't tell you enough how sorry I am. I only hope that I can fix things between us so that we can at least be friends, you have forgiveness in your heart, I know it."

"I do, but it remains to be seen whether I have any in there for you. You're rushing all of this anyway. I need more time, you literally just blew my world apart last week. Don't I deserve time to be mad at you? I'll get over it but I guarantee it won't be any time soon." 

"Fair enough," Pete said. Silence drifted between them for a few moments. "I--I broke it off with Hector." 

"Hector? So your lover has a name." 

"Yes, I, care for him but after you caught us the mere sight of him reminded me of how I'd hurt you. I could barely look him in the eye." 

"And you're telling me this because?" 

"I'm telling you because--I could always talk to you before about any and everything, and that's a hard habit to break. I don't deserve your ear but if I could have it for a few minutes even--" 

"You are a piece of work, Pete. I can't believe you have the audacity to ask anything of me." Madison stood and walked to the window, parted the curtains and stared out at Pete's car, a silver Jaguar parked crooked at the curb. 

"I know. I know. But I'm hurting too Madison. I made a mistake, a lot of them. I lied to you about who I really was, but I was lying to myself too. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was a homosexual. I was embarrassed, horrified." 

"For how long...how long were you sleeping with Hector, for how long did you know that you had these feelings for that matter?" 

"I--had been seeing Hector for about seven months," Pete said. Madison couldn't turn around. Her eyes left Pete's car and focused on the sky, blue with a few white clouds drifting slowly by. "I've known I was gay since college. But I never acted on it before Hector. I was faithful to you up until I met him." 

"I don't know why I didn't know. You never touched me. I thought you were a gentlemen. My mother convinced me that it was all because you were such a gentlemen. Boy was she off." Madison pulled her robe tighter about herself and closed her eyes against a sudden wave of lightheadedness. "I thought you wanted to wait until we were married. I'd never even seen your--dick until the day I caught you with him. How could I have been so stupid?" 

"You weren't stupid. You are trusting. You had no reason to assume that I was--how I am. Please, just don't blame yourself. Don't blame yourself for my mistake." 

"How can I not? I was too stupid to see all of the signs. I was head over heels for you, Pete, and to have all that ripped from my chest after I saw you with that man, there's a gaping hole left." 

"I know, I understand. But don't do anything stupid to fill it." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"The guy from the bar. I saw you leave with him." 

"And, what concern is it of yours?" 

"Madison, I still care about you, I always have, I still love you, even. I don't want you to ruin your life because of what I did." 

"Pete, my life is already ruined. There's nothing else I can do to ruin it further," Madison was about to ask him to leave when the doorbell rang. She didn't make the same mistake twice, and her heartbeat quickened when she looked through the peephole and saw him standing on her stoop, his eyes shadowed by a baseball cap. 

"Shit," she cursed to herself. Her hand went to the doorknob, and she turned it but didn't pull the door open.

"Who is it?" Pete asked standing. 

"It's--you need to go, I'll be fine and I won't do anything stupid, I've done enough stupid things to last me a lifetime honestly. I know what I need to do and I'll do it and not because of what you said or what you think, but because it's the right thing." 

"So it's him at the door? I can't believe this," Pete looked uncertain, he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

Madison opened the door and Diesel stepped back as Pete came through. 

"Not this guy again," Diesel said with a nasty smile on his lips. "Haven't you done enough damage to her?" 

"I suggest you mind your business." 

"I suggest you get out of my face before I do something I'll regret." 

"Is that a threat? Because if it is, I'll be forced to take it seriously," Pete said. 

"Take it anyway you want." 

"By the way, how do you know Madison didn't invite me here?" 

"Pete, please, you need to go." 

"No, he needs to go. Madison, you can do so much better," Pete said as he went down the steps. 

"Excuse me? It appears to me that she is doing better. Anything's better than liar who can't figure out where his tastes lie," Diesel said following Pete down the stairs. 

"Madison, you told this--this man our private business?" 

"Yes, she did. She was hurt, she had to tell someone didn't she? Who better than a man who knows how to treat her? Who better than someone who knows exactly what a woman wants, what a woman needs. Shit, who better than a man who wants a woman for that matter." 

"Diesel, stop it. Both of you stop. Pete, go, I'll call you tomorrow okay?" 

"Call me tonight, let me know you're okay," Pete said. 

"Fuck you man she'll be fine." 

"Fuck you! You have no right, injecting yourself into our issues. You mind you own business okay? And I advise you to stop with the threats before they get you thrown in jail where your kind belong." 

"My kind? You don't even know me!" 

"You don't know me either and that didn't stop you from making snap judgments." 

"Pete, leave, I will call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine, goodbye," Pete said. He and Diesel gave each other hard stares before Pete finally left in a squeal of tires. 

"What was he doing here?" Diesel asked. 

"A better question is what are you doing here? I thought you'd be in jail." 

"Why? Because I slapped that asshole around at the club? Please." 

"I don't like how well you wear that anger, how easily you get physical," Madison said. She stared down at him from her stoop, contemplating whether to let him inside or not. She'd already let one mistake inside today, she didn't feel like doing it again. 

"He was an ass, and he wanted to fight. What was I supposed to do?" 

"Laugh it off. Who cares if some dumb guy at the club says something to us? I don't, I don't see why you did." 

"Because that's me, that's how I am. I don't like people who mouth off to me. Add it to the list of issues I need to work out." He looked away from her, and when he finally met her gaze again his expression had softened. "You gonna let me in or do I have to talk to you from the sidewalk like a chump?" 

Madison turned and went inside without a word, and he wasn't far behind. He shut the door behind him and removed his hat. His eyes were bloodshot, his chin was covered in a layer of white blonde stubble. He looked as if he hadn't slept. 

"You look a mess," Madison said sitting down. Diesel sat beside her, removed a cigarette from behind his ear. "Thanks. Are you gonna make me put this out?" he asked. 

"No, but I will ask you if you have another one." 

"What? You don't smoke." 

"Well today is shaping up to make me a smoker. I need something to take the edge off." 

"How about I get us a bottle of wine?" 

"Diesel, I spent this morning throwing up alcohol, which I'm sure you know doesn't taste too good coming up. I'm still hung-over honestly and alcohol is the last thing I want. I want a cigarette." 

"Suit yourself, who am I to stop someone from developing a deadly habit? The pack's out in the car, I'll be right back." 

"Okay, thanks," Madison said. After he left she went into the bathroom and slid her robe off, she bent over the sink and splashed her face with water. After she was sufficiently refreshed she felt around blindly for a towel and she nearly jumped out of her skin when one was handed to her. She wiped her eyes and opened them to find Diesel leaning against the wall, two cigarettes glowing in his mouth. "Diesel, I don't have on any clothes," Madison said.

"As if I didn't notice," Diesel said. He grabbed her shoulders when she made to reach down and pick her robe up, and with little resistance Madison aborted the mission to cover herself. He'd seen her naked before, no use acting shy now. 

"I know what you're thinking, but I'm still mad about last night," Madison said. "You're a loose cannon, and you--you shoved me." 

"That, I'm sorry for. But I wasn't thinking straight and honestly I didn't want you to get hit by any flailing limbs. Plus, I was just doing what pop culture has taught me." 

"What? I don't follow you." Madison said, drying her neck and trying to stifle the amusement rising in her. 

"Well, you've seen the movies where the guy gets in a fight and he tosses his girl away in a frenzy so he can continue pummeling his opponent. I couldn't pass up the chance to act like a maniac." 

"You make no sense!" Madison said laughing. Madison reached for one of the cigarettes but Diesel ducked his head away. "Give it here, you said I could have one, you even lit it for me." 

"I'll give you one after," Diesel said removing both cigarettes after blowing a plume of smoke away from her. He tossed them into the toilet and then placed a hand on her left hip. "That's a pretty big mirror you have there." Madison turned to stare at their reflection. Diesel stood behind her, both of his large tanned hands were on her now, possessive, capable. She liked the way they looked together. His neck, head and his shoulders were visible above her head, she was a silhouette on the canvas of his body which hovered over her and made her warm in the places only he'd managed to bring to life. 

"After what?" she asked in a coy voice. Damn he was good. He hadn't even touched her anywhere--sexual--yet and her anger had already dissolved into arousal and desire. 

"After I show you how sorry I am," he said dropping to his knees slowly. "Hop up there on the counter," he said looking up at her. She did as she was told and as soon as she'd made herself comfortable he moistened a thumb with his tongue and touched it to her clit in a torturous circular movement that was all pressure coupled with gentle urging. She arched into the movement, she watched in the mirror as his other hand reached up to knead her breasts. 

"How do you do this to me? Get me like this?" She asked him breathlessly. She opened her legs wider as he tunneled a finger inside of her. "I can't even think straight." 

"Wow, and I haven't even gotten started yet," he said. His lips kissed a trail to her pussy, and with little interlude he stuck his tongue inside of her and began to stroke it in and out, his eyes on hers, his hands holding her legs splayed apart so he was afforded full access. 

"Shit," she cursed. Her eyes left his and landed on their reflection, his head was obscured by the bend of her leg, but the rest of him was fully visible. She watched the muscles flex in his neck as his tongue fucking intensified, as her back arched until a cramp sliced it's way up her spine. She ignored it and gripped the counter edge. "Oh god I want to see you, take your clothes off," she said around a sharp intake of breath as his tongue flicked from her sopping wet opening to her fully engorged clit. She nearly came from the contact but she held the orgasm at bay, she wanted to come with her inside of her even though she knew this might be difficult of he continued the way he was going. He broke contact long enough for her to reach down and pull his shirt over his head. He stood and allowed her to yank his pants down his legs. 

"No underwear you nasty boy," she heard herself say. She'd never spoke such words in her life. He made her feel sexy, sexual, confident. 

"Well, I was trained to always come prepared," Diesel said. 

~~

"Is that so? Prepared for what exactly?" she asked him, cocking her head to the side. 

Diesel ran a hand through her hair and pushed her back against the counter once she was standing again, her hand on his cock, massaging it and caressing it. "I'll show you," he said into her mouth. He shoved his tongue down her throat, he wanted to devour her, it was a weird urge but he couldn't describe it any other way. Her smell alone made him hard, her taste--still on his tongue--made him want to spend the whole day between her legs bringing her the climax after climax, but she pushed him away. 

"No, let me," she said. She dropped to her haunches and took him in her hand. She licked the underside of his cock from base to tip where she twirled her tongue in a bead of pre-cum that emerged. 

"Stop, I'm the one who needs to make up for being a maniac last night," he said through clenched teeth. She didn't answer him, she took him in her mouth and palmed his balls. He watched her head bob back and forth, his knees weakened almost instantly and he fell back against the counter. He watched her reflection in the mirror, the way her breasts bounced as she moved, the toss of her hair as her mouth left his cock so her hands could jack him off while she licked her lips and stared him in the eye.

"Lay back and relax, I'm going to make you come," she said breathlessly. She played with him for a few seconds, she licked the tip of his cock and then rubbed it against her nipples, her eyes on his the entire time. By the time she took him in her mouth again he was ready to explode. He pushed her away roughly, then picked her up and dropped her clumsily on the counter. His composure was slipping and all he could think about was getting inside of her. She spread her legs in preparation and he shoved himself in to the hilt. He paused as a strained gasp left his lips at the sensation, and she clung to him, her breasts soft and warm against his chest, her hot wetness enshrouding him. 

He held her tight to him and thrust hard, his cock was so deep inside of her that from time to time he thought he touched her cervix and those times she arched away from him as if in pain but then she would pull him in even deeper still. He assailed her with rhythmic thrusts that had her gasping for air and sent her fingernails raking across his back. "Stand up, I want you to watch me fuck you," he said. She slid from the counter slowly and bent over, and he leaned over so that his stomach was against her back and kissed her face, her eyes, nibbled the soft flesh of her ear. He entered her from behind and watched the ecstasy flicker across her fact in the mirror's stark reflection. He watched her breasts vibrate against the counter with every thrust. He watched her suck his fingers as he thrust harder, watched the muscles in his abdomen flex and strain, smiled wickedly when her eyes only showed the whites as he slapped her ass and fucked her even harder. He grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, taking care not to hurt her--in a bad way. He loved the picture they made, her dark skin against his pale skin, his arm snaking down her stomach, his hand palming her mound and massaging her clit as he continued to ram into her. She writhed against him, laid her head back against his chest. 

"I'm coming," she moaned. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and Diesel could feel the tickle of his own climax waiting just outside of his reach. Her pussy tensed and relaxed around his dick and massaged a climax out of him before he could hold back, and with a strained gasp he came, and she grabbed his neck and screamed that she was coming again, and he was still hard so he fucked her so hard her moan was choppy and weak, and when the final surge of his climax was over he collapsed on top of her, his eyes closed, seeing stars. 

"Diesel, can you carry me to bed? I don't think I can walk," she laughed. And of course, he obliged.



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 07



Madison opened her eyes to a sight she could stand to see every morning for the rest of her life. She laid quietly, watched the flex and ripple of the muscles in his back and thighs as he did push ups beside the bed. She didn't say a word, his back was to her so he didn't even notice when she'd propped herself on her elbow to get a better look. He'd done two hundred more push-ups by the time the laughter finally broke out of her mouth, she couldn't hold it back any longer. 

"What the fuck?" Diesel said stopping mid push up. He stood, put his hands on his hips. "What's so funny?" 

"What do you think, Diesel? You are a trip and a half." 

"Is that so?" he said climbing back onto the bed with his knees on either side of her. "What, a man can't exercise in the morning?" He asked. He held up a bicep, flexed it. "How do you think I keep in shape?" 

"Diesel, you know your exercising is not what I'm laughing about." 

"Oh no? Then what could you possibly find so amusing that you had to laugh and break my concentration? I'd almost got to a thousand before you so rudely interrupted me," he said. Madison laughed, clenched her eyes shut. When she opened her eyes again the laughing intensified. He was thrusting his pelvis out, teasing her with it now. 

"Diesel, stop it please, I don't know whether to find this funny or be suspicious of you." She reached out and ran a finger along the satin waist band of her black silk panties, which were working overtime to restrain Diesels manhood. His balls were nearly escaping out of one of the leg holes, and his dick made such a bulge in the thin fabric that front part of the waist band gapped and barely made contact with his skin. 

"Feel however you like, but I don't know what man would enjoy his dick and balls flailing around slapping against the floor while he's trying to get his morning push-ups in." He laid down on top of her, his body warming her through the sheets that separated them. "You know I didn't wear any underwear last night, so it's my fault I guess. But, I did manage to find the biggest pair you had. I could've put on one of the three hundred thongs you had in there, but I don't think they would've served their purpose." 

"Diesel, the ones you have on are barely doing the job, so no, a thong wouldn't have worked," she said laughing. 

"No, you're probably right, but there are some things in that drawer that I wouldn't mind seeing you in, and out of." 

"Play your cards right and you just might," Madison said. She watched him get out of bed and peel her panties off. 

"I'm going to grab a shower if you don't mind, want to join me?" Diesel asked. 

"I took one last night remember? After you finally stopped fucking me." 

"Yeah well sometimes a shower is just en excuse to get wet together." 

"Sounds inviting, but I'm starving. I'm going to cook us breakfast!" 

"Suit yourself, you know you could scar a man's confidence, first you laugh at me while I'm exercising because I just so happen to be wearing your panties, and then you turn me down for shower sex." 

Madison slid out of bed, not missing the way Diesel's eyes ran up and down her naked body in a deliberate way. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let his tongue press its way into her mouth. His hands ran up and down her back, cupped and squeezed her ass until it almost hurt. 

"Baby, there's not a thing you need to be unconfident about. I've never had so much sex--amazing sex at that--in my life. Your body is, well it's fucking outstanding. Your dick," she said taking its heavy weight in her hand, "your dick should be illegal, pretty and functional? It's almost too much." Madison smiled as it began to harden in her hand. "But sometimes, a girl just has to eat!" Madison said breaking contact from him with a wicked smile and backing away. 

"You know," he said holding his dick in his hand in a way that Madison would've considered obscene if he weren't so damn sexy, "you're lucky I'm hungry as hell too or you wouldn't be getting away this easy. Go! Cook!" He boomed before entering her bathroom. 

"I'm on it!" she giggled before she bounded into the kitchen. She felt like she'd been given an energy pill, even the weather was agreeing with her mood, sun streamed through the opened blinds in the kitchen bathing the room in a fitting golden light. She washed her hands and went to removing utensils and pots and pans from cabinets, her step light, her mind clear. It wasn't until she was staring down at a frying egg that her mood took a spontaneous turn for the worst. Her mind came back to earth, and all the issues at hand sapped the good mood right out of her. 

"Hell yeah, dressed in nothing but an apron, I thought that shit only happened in movies," Diesel said entering the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair which had grown quite a bit from when Madison had first laid eyes on him was plastered wetly to his face and neck, his broad chest still glimmered in places with moisture, and though the slight spray of stubble on his jaw was well on its way to becoming a proper beard, he looked young to her for some reason, vulnerable. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his dick between her ass cheeks. Warmth coursed through her instantly, almost making her lose track of the things she wanted to say to him. 

"About the club, Diesel," she said pulling away from him. 

"Here we go again. What about the club? I know I acted like an asshole and I'm sorry." 

"No, it's not about you, it's about me." 

"What about you?" 

"I shouldn't have been there with you. People could have seen us, someone might have actually seen us for that matter. I'm your therapist Diesel, I shouldn't be doing this. I mean, we had sex up until four this morning, and now I'm butt ass naked making bacon and eggs and pancakes..." 

"Pancakes! Hell yeah! Home made?" 

"Yes Diesel, homemade, but don't change the subject." 

"Maddy, how many times are we going to have to go through this? Is this going to be the trend? We fuck then you whine about how you're my therapist and how we shouldn't be messing around?" 

"No, this is the last time we're going to go through this because we're not sleeping together again." 

"Oh, is that so?" 

"Yes, it's so, I--" Madison paused as a pot began to boil over on the stove. She shut off the burner and then turned back to him. 

"What are you boiling water for?" 

"Grits," Madison said simply. 

"Grits! Oh my God! You are as perfect as I knew you were!" Diesel said. 

"Stop it, you're making me lose my train of thought!" Madison said with a smile that slid past her defenses.

"Good! I don't want to talk about this. It's Sunday, you're making a fucking--delicious--- feast and I want to eat it and then lay in bed all day with you. I want to kiss every inch of your body, I want to watch a movie or something, then I want to take you out to dinner. I want to spend the day with you with no bullshit." 

"Diesel--I can't do that. We have great sex and I love being with you, spending time with you is all I want in this world, but what I want more than that is for you to be okay. You're going to Afghanistan soon, you don't have time for a fling with the main person who's supposed to be helping you. We should be talking about your problems, having sessions." 

"But baby you are helping me! Are you crazy? I haven't had this much fun in--shit I can't remember when. I haven't slept next to a beautiful woman that I felt something for in so long. I've been able to forget about some of the darker shit, Madison. I feel like I have a life outside of the Marines, something to look forward to!" 

"Diesel, that's great but if this ever gets out--" 

"How would it get out? I won't tell, you won't tell, right?" 

"Neither of us has to tell Diesel. Things have a way of getting out, you know that. We almost got found out the other day in my office if you don't remember." 

"I remember and no one heard us so what's the big deal?" 

"The big deal is that I'm being irresponsible. I have been since the day we met. I'm sleeping with a patient, I can't believe it, I can't believe I've made such a mess of things." 

"A mess? That's what you think this is?" Diesel took a few steps closer to her, his eyes on fire. 

"Yes it's a fucking mess, a mistake a catastrophe, a travesty--" Madison's words were cut short as Diesel grabbed her by the shoulders and bent her over the kitchen counter, causing her to nearly upset the bowl of pancake batter. "What in the hell!" Madison squealed as Diesel placed a hand on her ass. 

"We're not talking about this right now," Diesel said running a hand over her ass which was covered in goose bumps from his touch. 

"Yes we are, I don't know what you think you're doing, but I meant it when I said--" When the smack came heat spread all over her body, from her ass where the smack landed to the tips of her fingers which were now splayed on the counter. "Diesel!" 

"I said, we're not talking about this right now, and I meant it. We're going to have a good day, we're going to eat, we're going to fuck, I've now decided that we're going to go out to a movie, and then we're going to go to dinner at a nice place, you choose because you know more about that stuff than me. Then we're going to come back to your place, and I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop. But I won't stop, I'll keep going, and when you can't even think straight anymore I'm going to fuck you back into consciousness." 

"Diesel," she began weakly as she realized how wet she was getting. What was the matter with her? "Diesel, listen to me, I know we have a connection, but we can't keep doing this. I'm a psychiatrist and you are my-" another slap cut her words short, and the sensation of his hand caressing the flesh he'd just smacked caused a moan to inadvertently escape her lips. 

"What did I just say? Quiet down or you'll get another," Diesel said, and Madison looked over her shoulder to see the dangerous smile on his lips.

~~

"Do you promise I'll get another?" She asked. Diesel smiled and relaxed. He'd been uncertain about doing this at first but the way she was arching her back and casting molten hot glances over her shoulder as he spanked her ass gave him all the confidence he needed. He didn't hit her hard--he had no desire to hurt her, but he spanked her in a way that he knew stung just right. As he had intended, her words of protest had tapered off into moans of pleasure as he caressed her ass again and again after each slap. 

"I don't want to hear another word about this today," he said lining himself up behind her and undoing his towel. Before he made any other moves he reached out and raked a hand through her hair which was splayed out beautifully on the gold marble countertop. His fingertips massaged her scalp and then kneaded the flesh in the spot where her head tapered down into her slender, fragile neck. 

"I'm going to make love to you right now, with you bent over this here counter and our food cooking," Diesel said picking up a spatula which he used to give a sizzling egg a deft flip, "and when I'm finished you're going to shut up about us and therapy and getting discovered and anything else having to do with all that stuff, you understand? We're going to enjoy our day, you got me?" 

"I got you," she said in a breathless voice, "but you have to know how strange conceding like this makes me feel. I feel like I'm, dick whipped or something," Madison said. 

"So what if you are?" Diesel said sliding himself into her with little interlude. She tossed her head back at the invasion and Diesel let out a loud sigh as he rode the wave of absolute euphoria he felt at being inside of her once again. He assailed her with long languid strokes, pulling out slowly, almost until the tip of his cock slipped out of her warm wetness, and then just as languidly he buried himself deep inside of her again. Her fingertips scrambled across the countertop as she searched for a hand hold. 

"Relax," he said taking her hands and crossing them behind her back. He held them together with his left hand, and with his right he slid his hand between her breasts and the counter and squeezed as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. His eyes didn't close for a moment, he took in the sight of her lying helplessly on the counter, her eyes closed, her cheek against the marble. She moaned ever so often, and from time to time she shook and when she did he stopped all movement to let the moment pass. He smiled and began to ask her questions, testing her. 

"How's that feel?" He asked her. Her lips moved but no sound escaped and warmth and desire pushed his control asunder. His thrusts became harder, and he released her hands and held her waist to protect her from ramming against the counter edge. "Tell me, say it," he said, his own breathing becoming labored. 

"It feels good," her words were slurred, spoken almost too low to be heard. 

"How good does it feel?" He asked. 

"So good, it feels better than everything," she said. He cocked his head to the side to get a look at her face. "Open your eyes and look at me," he said. She did, and her gaze was unfocused at first. He reached out and ran a hand along her cheek and she seemed to come back to herself for a moment as her gaze locked onto his. Their eyes remained connected as he stood her up. She lulled against him as if drugged. 

"Oh my God my knees are so weak," she said chuckling. Diesel held her waist, held her against him and kissed her. Their kiss was hungry, she moaned against his lips and her hands went to his back where her nails raked across the flesh. He slid a finger inside her as his tongue performed its invasion higher up. He searched until he found what he was looking for, and when he ran a finger across the spongy swell of her G-Spot she broke from his kiss and went limp in his arms. 

"Come on, let's get you up on this counter," he said. He paused and shut off the burner cooking the egg which was completely black by now, the dangers of cooking while failing to pay sufficient attention. She was little help as he lifted her to the counter but it wasn't difficult, and he spread her legs and allowed his finger to enter her once more. He played with her G-Spot while she made feeble attempts at jacking him off, but she was weak, slightly disoriented, her moans were a mantra by now and they urged him on to his ultimate goal. He concentrated, he kissed her and she was able to do this, to play with the tip of his tongue with her own. 

"Diesel, shit! Oh my God, I think I'm going to--" when she came Diesel watched her cum stream down his hand, across his wrist. The sight of it all, the feel of her breath against his neck when she fell completely spent against him brought his own climax to fruition with nary a touch of her hand. At the last second he was able to aim his cock at the floor so his cum didn't end up in any of the food, and Madison was quiet, shuddering against him.

After what seemed an eternity of silence, she pulled away from him and with a little effort slid from the counter and stood. "Diesel, where in the fuck did you come from?" 

Diesel laughed, kissed her on the cheek, kissed a tear that had trailed from her eye at some point. "I'm from Georgiana, Alabama, remember? I know you read that in my file." 



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 08



"Clean your plate or you'll be the one to get the spanking," Madison said standing over Diesel, her hand on her hip. Diesel smiled up at her as he dropped the last forkful of grits into his mouth. He sat his empty plate on the tray that held the other dishes from their breakfast and Madison took them all from the bedroom to the kitchen. Her eyes dragged wearily over the mess they'd made in the kitchen, dirty dishes in the sink, batter spilled across the counters, pots and pans still on the burners with food remnants inside of them. Usually she would have wasted no time in cleaning it all up, but today was different. She hurried back into the bedroom and slid beneath the covers, into Diesel's warm embrace. 

"I'm so glad you straightened me out," Madison said as she spooned against him. He kissed the back of her head and Madison closed her eyes to memorize the feel of his breath against her neck. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." 

"Me neither, I'm glad you allowed me to persuade you." 

"It didn't take much did it? All you have to do is touch me and my mind goes to gravy." 

"A talent I seem to have when it comes to you," Diesel sighed and rolled over onto his back. Madison laid her head on his chest, stretched a leg across him. "You mind if I smoke?" He asked already reaching for his pack of cigarettes which were sitting on the nightstand beside her bed. 

"No I don't mind. You still never let me have one of those," Madison said looking up at him. 

"Oh, I didn't? How considerate of me." He chuckled as he sparked a match to life and placed the flame to his cigarette. "Madison, don't smoke. You don't have to, you don't have the urge or the addiction so there's no need for you to start one up." 

"Well if they're so bad why don't you stop?" 

"I don't stop because I don't want to. They relax me. I'm a smoker through and through. Been doin' it since grade school. A horrible habit but a habit I don't got the urge to get rid of." Madison watched him smoke for a while, watched him blow the smoke away from her and wave away any wisps that came near. 

"Can we talk, Diesel? Man to woman, lover to lover?" 

"Oh geez--" Diesel began shifting uncomfortably beneath her. He lit another cigarette and put it between his lips, not meeting her gaze. "Talking, telling you things, doing all the things a therapist dreams about." 

"Listen, hear me out, okay? I don't know what types of relationships you've been in in the past, but people who--care about one another--they talk. They tell each other about their feelings, their past, the things that made them who they are today. I'm not trying to be your therapist--I'm trying to be your--"

"Trying to be my what? My girlfriend? Is that what you're doing? Asking the questions a girlfriend would ask? Because if that's what you're doing, if that's the title you're going for, I'll tell you anything you want to know." Diesel smiled around his cigarette. 

"Your girlfriend? Diesel we barely know each other. I just got out of a serious relationship and--" 

"A serious relationship in which there was no sexual contact and no real connection."

"Diesel, I think you misinterpret the depth of me and Pete's relationship, or, at least the depth that I perceived it to have had. I loved him. A lot. I thought he was the one. I was about to start planning our wedding. My mother and I had started picking out dresses and invitation styles and--and then I found him in bed with a man. It ripped me apart Diesel. I thought he loved me." 

"I'm sorry--I didn't mean to downplay it." 

"It's okay, I know how it must appear. Don't worry though, it might sound strange, but the moment I saw him in bed with that guy anything I ever felt for him or ever could feel drained right out of me. I didn't love him anymore, shit I didn't even really care about him anymore. I was so angry. You have no idea." Madison took a bold reach for Diesel's cigarette but he ducked his head away and caught her wrist, kissed her palm, and told her to continue.

"But yeah, there was no longer any attraction or anything. There was just nothing. That absence of feeling though, where there had once been so much--it left a hole in me. I felt like someone punched my heart out of my chest. And then I met you, and it all seemed to get just a little better." 

"Only a little?" 

"Well, it takes time. But I think you're helping me get over it much faster than I would've if you weren't around." 

"Thanks, I'm glad I could distract you for a few days." 

"Diesel, why must you always misconstrue everything I say to you? What do you want me to say? That I want to go steady, that I want us to walk into the sunset? Why the hell would I say that when it's impossible?" 

"Impossible?" 

"You're about to leave, Diesel, and when you leave I'm going to have to deal with the fact that you shouldn't be there in your state, and that I was too busy fucking you to fix you." 

"Goddamit Madison I can't be fixed, don't you get that shit by now? I'm fucked. My head is fucked forever and whining about it to you isn't going to help anything." 

"It'll help me." 

"How?" 

"I need to know about you. I need to know where you come from. I want to know what you're thinking. I care a lot about you, and, if I'd known you longer I would be using a more stronger word than care because--I feel like I love you--in my gut I know it. I can't speak those words though because I'm too rational to believe they could be true this early on."

"Why can't you believe it? I love you. I have no doubts." 

"How can you have no doubts? How could you possibly be so sure? You've known me, what, a week, a week and a half? Whenever I want to do something other than fuck you somehow lead me back to fucking because I can't resist you. Well dammit I want more than that. How can I agree to be with you as your girl, how can I admit to loving you if I don't even know you?" 

"Madison, fine, you win, I'll talk to you, I'll tell you anything you want to know. Ask me anything, but the moment you sound more like a shrink than a potential girlfriend getting to know her potential man I'm done with it all." Diesel was on his third cigarette now and Madison stared absent minded at the water glass he was using as his ashtray. She didn't have an ashtray in the house so she'd told him to use whatever was suitable. 

"You'll really talk to me? About anything and everything?" Madison asked. She pulled herself on top of him so that she was straddling him. She could feel his soft dick against her naked pussy and she reached between them to urge it into a more useful state. 

"Yes, I said I would and I will. Wait, what are you doing?" Diesel asked. Madison didn't answer him. She caressed his cock, watched excitement and expectance flicker across his face. She slid down his body until she could take him into her mouth, and she sucked and licked him slowly, she watched him, his manliness making her wet, the way he laid there with one arm folded behind his head and the other holding the cigarette he continued to smoke between the sharp intakes of breath she caused with her deft tongue strokes. 

"I want to make you come, I don't want to come after, I don't want to fuck, well, I do but you know what I mean...I want to pleasure you right now. It's all about you." She took him into her mouth again and sucked him as hard as she could, fast, then slow, and soon he'd dropped the cigarette butt into the glass and put his hands on her head. "Am I doing good?" She asked, looking up at him. 

"Baby you're doing perfect," Diesel said taking one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger. "Do one thing for me though."

"Anything," Madison replied. 

"I want to see your ass while you do this, arch your back and put that ass in the air," he said in a husky voice. 

"Okay," she said. She felt warm all over as she arched her back to achieve the position. The new position also put her breasts in better reach of his hands and he wasted no time in touching them both, massaging them and tweaking her nipples. 

"Are you sure I can't, return the favor?" he asked as he licked his lips. "I know you're wet, I know you want me inside of you, or at least, I know you want my lips on that sweet pussy of yours." 

"But baby I want to make you come! I don't think you've ever let me get you off with head before and I want to. I want you to come in my mouth." Madison said. 

"I will, but there's no reason why you can't get some too while I get mine. Let's sixty nine." 

"Sixty nine?" 

"You know what that is right?" 

"Yes but I've never done it before." 

"Okay well no worries, I'm no expert but it's simple, first, sit on my face." 

"What?" Madison asked, a smile on her lips and butterflies in her stomach. The way he was speaking to her had wetness dripping down her leg--the way his eyes bore into hers when he spoke, the confident lilt of his thickly accented voice. "Sit on your face?" 

"Yes, do just what I said, sit on my face."

"Alright," Madison said. She backed into his waiting mouth, and her arms nearly gave out when he started in with his tongue which started its assault by taking one long lick from her clit to her sopping wet pussy. She moved to bend over to start her end of the bargain but his strong arms reached up and stopped her. 

"Stay just like that." He said against her pussy. The next moments went really fast--or really slowly she wasn't exactly sure because she'd quickly lost all concept of time. His tongue was like a piston, pressing against her clit and then slipping inside of her before it returned to her clit once again to send her mind into a pleasant blankness that had all but obliterated all thoughts of her initial mission. His dick lay against his stomach, still erect but forgotten as she came again and again from his ministrations only to have him hold her fixed to his mouth when she tried to escape his hold. By the time she finally garnered the strength to slacken his hold on her enough so that she could bend over to try to take him into her mouth again, he did something she'd never ever even anticipated. 

"Babe you're making it really hard for me to eat your ass with your butt cheeks clenched like that," Diesel said with a quick laugh. "Just relax, trust me." 

"Diesel!" Madison said tensing against the pleasurable sensation that rose in her chest. She clenched her eyes shut and held on to the bed, fighting against the overwhelming need to cry out as the pleasure shot up her back like waves of fire. His hands spread her cheeks wide as he intensified his exploration and Madison took a deep breath and relaxed her legs--and other areas.

"Good girl," Diesel said. Madison tried to focus, tried to work through the pleasure that was making her shake all over. She took him in her hand and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. 

"Let's see who comes first," Madison said around his dick. She tried to build up as much spit in her mouth as she could, and she massaged his balls, even managed to take his sac in her mouth as his hands left her ass and his fingers dove deep inside of her. "You're about to cheat," Madison said breathlessly as his fingers managed to find her G-Spot in a matter of seconds. 

"All's fair in love and war," Diesel said. Every capable part of Diesel was occupied; one hand worked on her clit while the other tortured her G-Spot, his tongue remained in her ass, firm and urging, intoxicating. When Madison came she fell heavily atop him, her face on his cock, her arms folded awkwardly beneath her. Stars slid around her vision and heat prickled every inch of her skin. 

"So," Madison began after she'd managed to pick herself up. "Let's say we have that talk now?"



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 09



"Where should I start?" He asked as he lit another cigarette, his hand shaking ever so slightly. He sat up in bed, licked his lips. "You taste so good on my lips, by the way," he said soberly. She leaned against him and their lips met in a kiss that deepened quickly. He ran his tongue over and under hers. Her heartbeat quickened and heat pooled between her legs. She felt her mind going blank as it often did whenever they touched, and she was surprised when he pulled away. "No--I want to get this over with so it's not between us. You want to know about me? I'll tell you," he took a pull from his cigarette and then dropped it into the cup. "So like I asked Maddy," he gave her a weak smile, "where should I start?" 

"Start wherever you want to start," she said, relaxing and lying her head on his chest. 

He leaned over to flick his ash and cleared his throat. "I grew up in Alabama as you know. My momma fussed over me a lot. Cried a lot. No one could blame her though. My daddy shot himself when I was three. I found him in the bathtub with brains leaking out the back of his head."

"Oh my God, Diesel," she said. His hold on her tightened as he continued. 

"It's funny how clear I remember it. I lose lots of memories, we all do, but I can't fucking shake that one image. The red water, his pale naked body. His crutches--he lost a leg in Vietnam--lying beside the tub."

"Your father was in Vietnam?" 

"Yeah. He was older. A lot older than my mom. They got married when she was fifteen, he was twenty-seven. It wasn't such a big deal back then, and in the south for that matter." 

"Do you have many memories of your father from when he was alive?" 

"A few. Fuzzy ones. More than anything I remember him lying limp in that bathtub. It doesn't take much for me to tell you how much I hate him. He messed me up bad, I think. Every few years for weeks at a time, I get these bad nightmares where I see him just lying there in the tub. Dead." 

"You dreamed about it lately?" 

"Shit yeah. In Iraq I saw it every night. Except sometimes it wasn't my dad in the tub, it'd be one of my friends, one of the ones I saw get blown up and shit." He stopped talking and they sat in silence for a moment. She didn't dare rush him. "There was one guy. He wasn't my friend, just in my platoon. He got shot one day while we was on patrol. I was talking to him then pop, he fell to the ground. Bullet tore his head all up. It wasn't clean little red bullet hole like in the movies. It was just, horrifying. I couldn't get the image out of my head for weeks. I was on my patrols in a daze." 

"Hmm. What are some methods that you use to cope with stress, what did you do the night your platoon-mate died? Did you talk to someone about it? About how you felt?" 

"You're sounding like a shrink," he said, swinging his feet to the floor and sitting with his back to her.

"I'm not trying to, Diesel, I'm just trying to get it all. Be an active listener. This is deep shit and I just, it's hurting me to hear it and I'm sorry if I'm not responding well," she said. 

"No," he turned to look at her over his shoulder. "Okay, yeah I know you're trying to be a good listener. Just talking about this stuff gets me all bothered." 

"You want to take a break? There's no rush tonight Diesel. You can tell me at your own pace. I just want to know what's hurting you inside, because I see it. That's all. I just want you to be happy, Diesel. You smile and it only seems to exist on the surface. I want you to feel genuinely happy, deep down." 

"I don't think I can," he said. He stood, slid open the frosted plate glass doors to the balcony and disappeared. Madison stared after him, not sure whether she should follow or not. She left him alone for what seemed like an eternity before she finally joined him. She took a deep breath and enjoyed the breeze that came, laced as it was with those aromas unique to the summer months. She parted her robe and pressed her bare breasts against his back, wrapped her arms around him. 

"A beautiful night," he said quietly. 

"An amazing night. I'm so glad you're here with me." 

"You are? Even though I got all this baggage just trailing behind me?" He laughed. 

"We all have problems Diesel," she said. 

"Not like mine." 

"Maybe not exactly like yours, but problems all the same. Tell me, do you want to stay in the Marine's?" 

"I need another cigarette for this," he said leaning on the coffee colored stucco wall that enclosed the balcony. 

"No you don't. Tell me, I won't tell anyone, of course." 

"Doctor patient confidentiality and all that?" 

"Exactly," she smiled and took a seat in on the comfortable chairs there, propped her feet on the wall. A moment of comfortable silence passed between them. 

"Nice you have a whole floor to yourself like this, but you think anyone can see us?" He asked. 

"Probably," Madison said standing up and looking around. "But it's late. Most of the building's probably sleep. If they aren't it serves them right to see two attractive people standing naked on a balcony talking," she said in a playful tone. 

"Yeah, we're just talking after all," he said. 

"Yup, we sure are." She sidled up beside him and took a bold reach for his cock which looked formidable in its resting state, hanging free. He arched away from her. 

"You aren't ready for that again. I'm feeling all tensed up. I'd probably put you in the hospital," he said looking her dead in the eye. They stayed that way for a moment, their eyes unmoving and unflinching. Something grew in her, an ache so sharp she almost went weak in the knees. As if he'd read her mind, he stood and gathered her into his arms, lifted her off her feet and sat her on the balcony wall while at the same time pulling one of the chairs up behind him. 

"Hold on, we don't want you falling," he said, and a shock ran through her as she realized what he meant. She twisted and turned to stare at the pond, dark and still beneath them. 

"Diesel!" she said breathlessly. 

"You'll be fine, just don't do anything crazy," he said looking up at her, his face level with her pussy, his lips inches from her clit, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath tickling it into a bud of arousal. "It's kind of fun, don't you think, thinking about falling while I'm licking your pussy."

"I wouldn't call that feeling fun," she said, her arousal cooling ever so slightly at the turbulence in his eyes. 

"All I'm saying is, enjoy the thrill of it. You're not going to fall," he placed her feet on the hand rests of his chair, then placed his hands around her ankles. "I've got you." 

Though her arousal had waned for a moment as she wondered at his words and the depth of his mental anguish, it returned with a vengeance at his words. 

When his lips met her she fell forward. He caught her waist then and held her tightly as he continued the torture of his ministrations, his tongue dipping inside of her again and again with a rhythm that mirrored the mind-blowing thrust of his dick when it was inside of her. He moaned as he licked, held her solid and safe in his hands, looked up at her when she gained the composure to sit back again. 

"I want you inside of me," she said on the tail end of an orgasm that whipped through her not long after he'd begun. He stood, nearly toppling the chair behind him. He helped her down from the balcony and she guided him back into the chair and mounted him, waiting a torturous moment before situating herself over his completely erect dick and impaling herself with it to the hilt. 

"God," he cried out, throwing his head back. 

Madison paused for a moment as the sensation snaked through her body and sent her mind into a place where all thought, logic, and reason were completely absent. She became only her body, a pulsing thing rubbed into a frenzy from the texture, the feel of Diesel's cock inside of her. 

"Don't stop now," he said in her ear. "We just getting started." His country twang sent chills through her, and she was grateful when he sat up in the chair, his arm around her waist, and began to thrust. "Let me help you out a little bit." He stood then, held her at her waist and under her ass and fucked her, moved her body up and down on his dick until he began to moan. 

"Diesel, I--" her words dissolved and she couldn't remember what she was trying to say. She was nearly limp in her arms, struck dumb by the feeling of his dick as he stroked it in and out of her, his breath coming now in bursts against her neck. 

"What you trying to say Maddy?" he said breathless. He sat her back in the chair, spread her legs and they both watched, mesmerized as he slid inside of her once again, taking his time so that she could feel every inch of him invading her once more. He lived up to his warning then, fucking her so hard she would complain of a few friction burns on her ass in the morning. Her mind was blissfully blank while he fucked her, her body awash in climax after climax, his name in every breath that escaped her lips.  

"I love you," he said while he rammed into her with slow, hard thrusts. His eyes remained soft when they met hers though his movements were hard, primal. She told him she was about to come and he told her to wait for him, and she didn't have to wait long. He came so hard she felt his semen splash against her walls, and when she came things went black. Her body was alive though, pulsing and vibrating, telling her brain what it already knew. She loved this man, and would do anything to protect him. 

"God I love you," he said again once they were back inside under the sheets. 

"I love you," she said. She loved him, and with that realization, she knew that she would do anything she could to keep him from deploying. Anything.



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 10



Madison felt like a fraud. She paid little attention to the man sitting before her, other than feeling that he looked familiar when she first laid eyes on him he hadn't been able to pull her mind from wandering to its own devices. 

"And how did that make you feel?" She asked him, her voice a monotone. A fraud. A lovesick obsessed woman posing as a therapist. 

"I felt upset. I feel like I loved him more than she ever could. I was never given the opportunity to show it, though because he's a coward and she's oblivious." 

"She's oblivious?" she asked, the tone of his words breaking her from her reverie. "How so?" 

The man gave her a slow smile, sat back in his chair. "She was oblivious throughout the relationship and as far as I can see, she's still pretty damn oblivious." 

"In what way, Carlos?" 

"She didn't see the man for who he was when she had him, and then when she found out who he was she ran away screaming, blaming everyone but herself." 

"Why should she blame herself if the man was deceiving her?" 

"Because we are all responsible for our own destinies. We can't go through life failing to look at the details and then lose our shit when things are not what they appear to be." 

Madison pondered his words, thought of Diesel. Her phone rang. She glanced at the clock, only a few minutes left in her session. 

"Feel free to take that Dr. Attard. I need to be going anyway. Work in an hour. Same time next week?" Carlos asked. He stood. He was tall with tan skin, longish silky black hair and a thick Spanish accent. He leaned over to shake her hand. 

"Yes, same time next week Carlos. Square it away with my receptionist before you leave, okay?" He nodded and then she was alone with the ringing phone. She answered it. 

"Meet me outside. I have something to tell you," it was Diesel as she'd known it would be. 

Outside he sat in his rental with his head bobbing to the beat of the rap she could hear pulsing even when she was a few feet away from the car. She palmed her face and hesitated for a moment, uneasiness settling in her stomach. He looked up suddenly and saw her standing there, and her legs started working again. She slid into the passenger seat and relaxed as his smell invaded her nose. 

"Hey there beautiful," he said. He pulled a dozen roses from the backseat and handed them to her. "How's work going?" 

"Great!" she said as she put her nose to the flowers. "Thank you Diesel, they're beautiful." And they were, wrapped in gold paper and tied in a blood red bow. She leaned over to kiss him and his tongue was in her mouth instantly. When she pulled away to break the kiss his eyes remained closed. 

"So what you have to tell me?" She asked. 

"Remember yesterday when you asked me if I still wanted to be a Marine?" 

"Yeah and I remember we got, distracted." 

"Yeah, distracted," he said casting her a wicked smile. "So, I was thinking about it today. All morning I thought about it right up until I called you. I know why you asked me whether or not I wanted to be a Marine. You asked because essentially, you could get me discharged." 

Her heart jumped. "Yes, I could." 

"That wouldn't be right though, would it?" 

"It wouldn't be wrong, either. You need help Diesel. You have real issues that will cause you to be distracted, or less vigilant and reactive than you need to be with a job like yours. If I got you discharged from the military because of psychiatric reasons, it wouldn't be a stretch." 

"So you think I'm that bad?" 

"I think you are strong Diesel, and I do think that you would get through another tour overseas, at least I hope so. I couldn't guarantee that, however, and I think that even though you might survive the tour it'll be so hard for you there and it will get so much worse for you there that you'll wish that you hadn't gone. So in a way yes, you're that bad, but you're not damaged." 

"I don't feel damaged, either," he said cutting her off and looking away. "I don't feel damaged and I don't think I want to do anything else in the world, but be a Marine." 

"What?" She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. 

"I'm a Marine Madison. I grew up wanted to be this strong guy who had everything under control. I wanted to take the world by the balls, barrel through it and tear it to shreds as I went. I did that, I do that. I like guns. I like how sore my fingers get from gripping my weapon to brace against this fear in my guts." 

"Diesel, I--" 

"Let me finish, Maddy. I like all those things. But at the same time I don't like any of it. I hate the blood sometimes, I hate the gory shit. I wish everything was like a video game, that way I could enjoy fucking up our enemies without having to see real blood and gore." 

"Well the world isn't a video game." 

"Don't I know it!" He said, whirling to face her. "I know it better than anybody does. None of this is a game. That's why I sorta wish it was. If it was, you'd get to redo things. You get a second chance. But life is real, and I've seen the shit I seen. There's nothing I can do about it but deal with it. Talking to you is cool. I mean, I like telling you some things. It feels good to tell all this shit to someone but there's nothing you can say that will erase the images from my mind and really, that's all I want. It's not gonna happen. They're lodged there." He tapped his temple, smiled at her. "But life goes on, right? I came out of Alabama swingin'. Until I got all emotional I was doing great, everybody knew me, everybody knew I was good under pressure, fearless, they even called me resourceful once. Then I started letting everything get to me."

"You didn't let anything get to you, Diesel. I don't care how strong you think you are, you can't stop this from affecting you. I can help you---but I think you need to wait---" 

"Tell me Madison, what's the plan. How do you plan to help me? By making me rehash shit that's better left unsaid? By asking me how I feel about it? I feel pretty shitty about it all. What else is there to know?" 

"You need to know how to resolve the issues within yourself. You're right, you'll never forget the horrible things you've seen, but you can be made to be at peace with them." 

"I doubt it," he said. "Sounds like a fairytale." 

"Let me get you out of this. Out of everything," she said softly. She almost didn't say it at all. She hadn't known him long, but she knew him well enough to feel that her words might not be welcomed. 

"Madison, have you been listening to me?" 

"Yes! I'm listening to a bunch of fucking---bullshit!" She burst into tears. He couldn't go. She knew she would never see him again. She had to keep him right here by her side. 

He gathered her into his arms, palmed the back of her head as she cried into his shirt. He didn't say anything. She pulled away. "Let me help you!" 

"All you'd be helping me do is run away from the one thing in my life I'm proud of. You call Sergeant Ford, and you clear me for duty. My place is in the service overseas fighting for my country." 

"Just forget me, huh?" The words flew from her mouth.

"Forget you? You're crazy!" He arched his pelvis up in his seat, shoved his hand into his pocket. He produced a ring box; red, velvet. "I would never forget you!" He hopped out of the car and while she sat frozen in the spot, he popped open her door and fell to one knee.

"Madison Louise Attard, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" The wind blew then, and she kept her eyes riveted to his. She smelled him on the breeze, loved the look in his eye. She turned her body to him, placing her feet on the cracked cement of the parking lot on either side of him.

"Marry you, Diesel, you can't be serious." 

"Madison Louise Attard. Do me the honor of being my wife. I'm as serious as cancer." The wind blew again. 

"My next session doesn't start for an hour. Let's get out of here for a minute," she said. 

He nodded. "Here, hold this, and stare at it. Think hard while we drive. I love you Madison. I'd take care of you." 

He got back in the driver's seat and started the car. They drove in silence while she did as he'd asked without even thinking about it. She stared at the ring. It put Pete's ring to shame, surprisingly, and it was more her style. The band was encrusted in diamonds, and the single diamond in the glittering setting was clear and large. She could see every facet. "Diesel, this ring, it's gorgeous." 

"I know. I had it special made for you." 

"What? Diesel you've really thought this through, huh?" He nodded. "How did you afford this?" 

"I have quite a bit saved up, I've never been a big spender." He took a sharp turn and they drove down an incline that led into a small park that Madison knew had a bridge and a beautiful waterfall that emptied into a small stretch of river. They parked in a gravel parking area and walked through the wooded area for a while. When they came upon the river she went down to the edge and listened to the water being parted by the rocks. 

"You think enough?" He said coming up beside her. There was a breeze suddenly and it smelled of rain, Madison looked up at the sky and tried to find an answer. 

"A moment more," she said. 

He sat down beside her and linked his arm around her waist. "I never loved anyone so quickly, so don't think I do this all the time," he said. 

"I know you're sincere. God knows I wanted to shout yes when you asked. I just think it's too sudden." 

"We've been sleeping together. I tell you I love you and you tell me back. What else is there?" 

"Sex isn't everything, and love is complicated." 

"You're right." 

"It's beautiful right here, quiet." 

"Isn't it?" He placed a hand on her stomach, tunneled his fingers beneath her shirt. 

"Stop Diesel, this isn't the time," she said. 

"Who says," he said, shoving his hand under her shirt again. 

"Diesel, what's gotten into you?" 

He didn't answer, he parted her legs with his knee and laid on top of her, she didn't struggle, and she returned his kiss with gentle enjoyment. He held her left leg up and out, unzipped his pants with the other, worked them low enough so that that his penis sprang free to land heavily against her stomach. Madison unbuttoned her own pants, sat the ring box in the grass. 

He entered her with little interlude and he fucked her harder than usual, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit. "You sure are wet," he said as the sound of plane engines cropped up on the breeze. 

"Diesel, that plane sounds low," she said breathlessly as she stared up into the overcast sky. He didn't reply, he worked himself out of his jeans entirely and raised up on his forearms began to assail her with softer, yet body rocking strokes that moved her up the grassy incline where they laid entwined. 

"That planes getting lower, and we're pretty close to the airport," she said, not exactly sure of what she was worried about.

"It'll be fine, do you feel that or not," he asked, leaning away from her while he drove his hips into her. He tossed her legs to one side and gripped her right breast in his hand. 

"I feel it," she all but shrieked. The plane was getting closer, though. Diesel grabbed her left leg and rose up to his haunches, he pressed her ankle to his face and kissed the indention above the arch of her foot. 

"Diesel, oh my gosh," Madison shrieked. The plane was red with a yellow tail and wings, and the banner behind it repeated the question in bold red letters. "Diesel, are you fucking kidding me?" 

"What's the problem?" He asked, not losing the rhythm of his stroke. "Hold on a sec," he said. He slid out of her and then buried his face between her legs. Madison barked a laugh that turned into a moan and though it was hard she kept her eyes on the plane and the banner behind it. "Madison, will you marry me?" It read. It was gone before too long, but it still sounded close. Diesel lifted her from the grass and held her against a mossy tree, cocked on leg up, wrapped the other around his waist. 

"So, what do you say now?" He asked, his voice raspy. She was unable to speak for a moment, she paused to adjust to the feel of him inside of her. 

"You're giving me the whole thing?" She asked him, staring down between them to take in the sight of his large member disappearing completely into her quivering pussy, a feat they didn't often perform. 

"You're taking that dick like a pro, too," he whispered in her ear.

They shared a joke that she was not always up to taking his entire length and girth, she usually topped out at three-fourths. Today, she felt every inch, and as a result she could barely speak. But she could see. Another plane flew by. 

"Diesel, you really put a lot into this, huh?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't see anything." 

"You've had your back to it the whole time!" She said laughing. "Another plane is coming. This one says, 'No one's gonna love you like I do. Marry me, Madison'." 

"Wow, that plane's got the right idea," he said, pausing his strokes long enough to cast her a crooked grin. The rain started then, it came down in buckets. Madison disengaged herself from Diesel and walked on weak legs to where the ring box lay. She opened it, and handed it to him. He got down on one knee, his face and hair already soaked by the rain. 

"Madison Attard, will you marry me?" 

"After all that, how could I say no. I love you, Diesel, and yes I'll marry you," she said. He grabbed her, kissed her neck, pretended to toss her into the river which bubbled and flowed faster now that the rain had started. He ripped her shirt open, buttons sprayed around them, and took his time licking both heavy globes. He entered her again on the river bank, and their wet bodies slid against one another through raging torrents of rain that stopped abruptly. The sun came out, the clouds cleared, and they lay entwined, Diesel's mind blank and content, Madison's thoughts moving a mile a minute as she held her hand up to the sun and watched the sunlight glint off her engagement ring.



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 11



Madison slid out of bed taking care not to wake Diesel. He'd tossed and turned most of the night and just recently settled into what appeared to be a peaceful sleep. She dressed in a blouse, tweed blazer, pencil skirt and heels and grabbed the two manila envelopes from the file cabinet in her office. Her phone rang. 

"Dr. Attard, I got your message. What's your ETA?" 

"I'm actually on my way right now, should be there in about a half hour," she said, grabbing her briefcase and leaving the house. 

"Great. Hope you have some good news for me, Dr. Attard. Diesel's a good kid. I want to know he's alright." 

"It will all be explained, Sergeant Ford, I'm on my way." 

She climbed into her car and started the engine, stared at her bedroom window, bit her nails. Two envelopes, one contained a medical evaluation that would clear Diesel for duty, the other a medical evaluation that would suspend him from duty and place him under the care of a close colleague until further notice. Even as she drove to see Sergeant Ford, she was undecided about which diagnosis she planned to hand in. 

**

Diesel sat up in bed the moment he heard the door click shut. He got out of bed, shoved a cigarette in his mouth and watched Madison drive away, curiosity circling in his stomach. He started a shower, finished the cigarette in the shower and after imagining Madison's breasts vibrating under the power of his thrust the day before on the river bank, he held himself in his hand and stoked his cock until he came. He wished she hadn't left, she would've marveled at how hard he got. He was always hardest in the morning. 

He finished his shower, lit another cigarette and allowed his mind to be blank for a few moments. After he'd thought it over long enough he called his mother, and when she answered he exhaled a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. 

"Ma, I'm getting married," he said before she could start on some line of conversation that might take him away from his point. 

"What? Diesel, married? I haven't spoken to you in two years and that's the first thing you do? Drop a marriage announcement on me?" 

"Ma, I know, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to lose my nerve." 

"Well I guess I should just be happy you called and told me. Who's the lucky lady? A fellow Marine?" 

"No, my therapist." 

Diesel lit another cigarette as the woman laughed. He even managed a smile himself. She couldn't have given a better response. Once she'd gotten past the initial shock she suggested she fly in from Alabama to meet Madison. Diesel agreed, and told her that he would call her back later in the week to iron out the particulars. 

After the call he took a fitful catnap during which he experienced a nightmare so bad and vivid that he woke up drenched in sweat. Mounting stress made him light his fourth cigarette of the morning before he made another call. Her voice was honey over the phone, and instantly he was hard, his nightmare forgotten. He stroked himself through the fabric of his sweatpants. A small laugh preceded his words. "Girl your voice alone..." 

"My voice alone, what?" 

"Your voice alone gets my dick hard. What you think about that?" 

"I think you shouldn't say things like that to me while I'm at work." 

"I shouldn't huh," he blew a plume of smoke at the ceiling and chuckled, "so I better not say how I wish you were here with me right now with your pussy in my mouth." 

"Diesel!" 

"Or I shouldn't tell you about how I'm holding my dick in my hand right now, thinking about sticking my tongue in every sweet hole you got on that tight little body of yours." 

"Diesel...." 

"What is it, Maddy. Do I got you thinking now? Remember last night? How we could hardly wait to get in the house, I had your tits in my mouth as we went up the stairs, while you were trying to open the door I was hiking your skirt up, pressing that my dick all up against that ass." 

"Oh my gosh, keep talking, I've got five minutes until my next appointment," she breathed. 

"You touching that pussy?" 

"Yes." 

"Is it wet?" 

"Yes." 

"How wet?" 

"So fucking wet." 

"You wearing a skirt?" He asked.

"Yes." 

"Slide a finger inside," he said, standing up and letting his pants fall to the floor around his ankles. He put the cell phone on speaker, braced one hand against the wall and squeezed the base of his cock, gave it three hard jerks. 

"Oh God Diesel, keep talking. I'm gonna come." 

"Dirty girl, picture this, when you get home tonight, I'm in bed with this big cock all hard and ready for you to just hike up that skirt you're probably wearing and ride me until you can't take me anymore, how's that sound?" 

"Good." 

"Just when you think I'm done with you, you'll feel my tongue sliding over every hot inch of that pussy until I get it wet enough to shove this big motherfucker I got all the way in until you can't take anymore," he said. He listened to the sharp intake of breath that he knew so well, a breath punctuated by a tiny high pitched moan. He watched his cum spurt into the sink, a bit dropped down the drain. "I just came," he rasped. 

"Where'd that hot load go?" 

"All over my fingers, some down the sink." 

"Ooh, what a waste," she moaned. 

"Dr. Attard you ready for Mr. Santoro?" her receptionist's voice crackled over the intercom. 

"Fuck no!" she whispered into the receiver. They shared a laugh. "My panties are sticking to me, and I want to come lie on top of you." 

"I know the feeling. Hey, how long that appointment gonna last? I was thinking that maybe I could stop by, we could fuck all over your office for old times sake, unplug the intercom and such." 

"Ooh, sounds like a plan, I should be done in about an hour, forty-five if I'm lucky," she said. She took a lingering glance at the clock, her mind wasting no time in ticking down the minutes. She felt the familiar strike of guilt as she contemplated how distracted she was going to be, yet again, during Carlos' session. She'd seen him about four times, and she could honestly say that she'd only been sufficiently rapt once. It was all the same every time anyway. Carlos spoke about being dropped by a lover for whom Madison decided he had developed a grand obsession. He spoke of the lover's past relationship with a woman who was unable to understand him, who didn't know him. To be honest, the story made her uncomfortable, and she wasn't sure why. 

"Hello Mr. Santoro," she stood and shook his hand, it was cool and clammy to the touch. 

"Dr. Attard." 

"How are you today?" He didn't look well, in fact, he looked so bad that she found herself pulled to full attention. She watched him sit down, and then she went to her coffee pot and poured herself a cup, asked him if he'd like one, he declined. 

"I'm feeling a little under the weather," he said in a low voice, "but otherwise I'm fine." 

"To tell the truth, your appearance is a cause for worry with me." She sat down and got comfortable and pinned the man to his seat with the most searching look she could muster, and it wasn't just for show. "I'm guessing that he won't answer any of your calls, respond to you. Maybe he's been talking of going back to the woman you spoke of." 

"Well doctor, one things for sure, you are a shrewd thinker and a decent therapist," Carlos said. "All of this is true. He's been avoiding me, threatened to call the police when I showed up at his condo the other day. He spoke of trying to get back in touch with his ex, because he thought he might love her enough to change. As if." 

"You think he's bluffing?" 

"Oh, he's not bluffing. There's not much he'll say and not do. If he does go back to her, though, it will be a disaster. He's a homosexual male and therefore, is not sexually attracted to women." 

"What of bisexuality, Carlos?" 

"He's not bisexual, doctor. He likes men and only men. The sooner he admits that to himself the sooner everyone, including that clueless bimbo ex of his, can move on with their lives and find happiness." 

"You think it's that simple for him? It seems to me, if you love this man the way you say you do you would understand his struggle and try to help him through it, be there for him, not manipulate him to your ends." 

"Manipulate him? I'm not, but I would be doing him a favor if I was. He's a nutcase, anyone who repeats the same damaging behavior over and over while expecting different results is crazy and surely you agree with that, doctor." 

"I agree," Madison answered. 

"There's only one thing for me to do, and that's alleviate his suffering the only way I know how." 

"How's that?" 

"I'm going to fix things, shift the variables. Maybe remove them all." 

"I don't like the way that sounds, Carlos." 

"I bet you don't," Carlos said. His eyes fell to her left hand where her engagement ring glinted on her finger. He stood suddenly and Madison nearly jumped out of her skin. He looked stranger now, his brow knitted together in shockingly palpable anger. "I'm going to get going now. I suddenly don't feel up to talking." 

"Carlos!" Madison stood, followed him out of the office past a startled Lisa, but she stopped at the main foyer, a bit frightened to follow him any further. He shot through the glass entrance doors and was gone. Madison's cell phone vibrated in the pocket of her blazer. She answered, taking note of the fact that she'd only been in session with Carlos for ten minutes before he bolted. 

"Madison? Madison I need you!" 

"Who is this? Pete?" 

"Yeah, could you meet me at my mother's? I need your help." 

"What with, Peter, what's the matter with you? Are you crying?" 

"Just get here, please. If you ever cared, put it all behind us for a moment and come here." 

She thought of calling Diesel to tell him about everything, explain where she was headed and why but she decided against it. He had enough to worry about without her adding to it. So much had already happened today that she was disconcerted by the fact that it was only 11 a.m. She climbed into her Mercedes and pulled out of the parking lot, trepidation cresting in her stomach.



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 12



When pacing the room got old he climbed in his car and called her again as he drove to Redmond Medical center. No answer. He pulled into the parking lot, saw that her car wasn't there. Strange. She said she'd be here--was expecting him to come see her--he wondered if he knew her well enough to peg this as unusual behavior. Cause for alarm. He reached up to pull a cigarette from behind his ear but he'd forgotten to place one there. When he plucked the pack from his glove department he found it completely empty. A slight sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead. 

He climbed from the car and stared up at the building, realized he was standing right where he had been the first day he came back to Reno. Right before he ever laid eyes on Madison. He walked calmly toward the building, the heat of the day and the glare of the sun increasing his anxiety. He stared up at the sky and the blue reminded him of the shade of the skies of Iraq.

He wavered on his feet. "Shit," he cursed to himself. 

He began to think as he walked, and soon he wasn't walking at all. He got a whiff of something; fertilizer or fresh mulch he wasn't sure which, but that was all it took to remind him. It all came slamming back, the stench. Iraq had smelled like feces day in and day out due to the ever burning garbage pits located on the outskirts of the base. Memories of the smell brought recalled memories of the thick, stifling air. The heat. Doing patrols beneath a sun so hot it had felt like the exposed parts of his skin were baking. 

He remembered kids that would trail beside them while they were on patrol, running alongside the road where he and his partner soldier--usually Archie--walked, flanking tanks or convoys. He saw images of the kid who'd been strapped with C-4, and who hadn't known or forgotten how close he had to get to blow up more than himself. He and Archie had watched him explode, shielded their faces against a thick spray of shrapnel and sticky flesh and blood. 

"Dammit," he cursed to himself. He felt weak, hot. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out and held it to his ear. 

"Diesel," her voice came through, and it didn't sound like her; there was a rasp, a weakness there that wasn't usually present in the honey tones. 

"Madison? What's wrong?" His mind was clear instantly, and he was already heading back to his car. He'd been right. Something was wrong.

"4263 Bayer, call the--" and the call ended. He called the police and relayed the message before he stabbed his key into the ignition and sped from the parking lot. 

~~~

His mouth was warm on her clit, a vacuum, his tongue was a piston of wet thrusts inside of her, and she arched on the bed, her hands gripping the wood dowels of her headboard. She spread her legs wider, urged him on. He looked up at her with that sparkle in his eye, his blond hair shining in the sunlight streaming through the blinds. 

"You're killing me," she said. He was, after all. She'd already come two times, anymore she thought she might pass out from the pleasure. "Diesel, really, I can't take it anymore, put it in!"

"You've got to ask nicer than that," he said between licks. He lifted her legs up, let his tongue dip lower until it was licking the sensitive pucker of her asshole. She moaned and went slack, her mind blank. 

"You don't really want me to stop, do you?" he asked. He stuck a finger in her wet channel as he came up for air, placing a series of kisses across her belly. 

"No, she breathed. 

He began again, this time suckling her, brushing his teeth across her clit, licking across it with just enough pressure to send her reeling again, awash in a wave of pleasurable pulses that left her spent. She closed her eyes, felt him moving on the bed, shifting his weight. She gasped when he entered her sudden and hard.

"You feel that?" he asked, his twang making his words sound cocky and self-assured. She'd felt every inch. He told her to put her legs in the air, whispered in her ear that he liked the red pumps she was wearing, ran a hand along the sparkly fabric of the thigh highs he'd bought her, snapped the straps of her garter belt. 

His thrusts were slow and torturous, and when she opened her eyes she marveled at the sight of his battle sculpted body as his stomach muscles constricted and relaxed with the rhythm of his movements. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, told her to play with his balls. She obliged. 

His thrusts became harder right before he came,he exhaled hard when he came, shook and buried his face in her breasts.He was still hard.

He pulled out and told her to get on her hands and knees, entered her from behind with his hands on her waist. She did the work then, moving her hips and wiggling her ass as he smacked it in rhythm with the slapping sounds their bodies made when they connected. 

"Look at that ass," he chanted over and over, "that's my ass." He pulled her up gently by her hair so that her back was to his chest. He snaked a hand down over her torso, played with her clit. "Lift that hand in the air baby, let me see that sucker shining in the sunlight," he said. She did as she was told, and as he fucked her they both admired the ring on her finger. 

This is what she thought of, what she relived as she sat on the couch watching the exchange taking place before her. It had all happened so fast. 

She'd arrived to find Peter in his mother's living room with the shades drawn, tears streaming down his face. He'd come to his mother's house after she left for a gambling trip because he was afraid to stay at his condo. He told her that his ex, Carlos Santoro, had been stalking him and had left too many threatening messages to ignore. 

"Carlos Santoro is--oh my God," she'd felt panicked as it all became clear to her. She should've known. How could she have been so stupid? "What has he been saying?" 

"All sorts of things. Crazy things. All because I said I didn't want to be with him anymore. I told him that I wanted to try to patch things up with you. I told him that you deserved to be treated better and that you deserved another chance at the happiness I ripped away from you and he lost it. He threatened you but--I--I--thought he was bluffing." 

"You thought he was bluffing?! He's been coming to see me as a patient, Peter! Pretending to need my help! Toying with me. Then you call me here! I didn't check my mirrors or even think that this could have been--possible. He could have followed me here." 

And then the someone kicked the door in. It was Carlos of course, his eyes wild. He'd brought a gun with him and he fired a wild shot, Madison assumed, to let them know he meant business. He'd grabbed a cowering Peter and slammed his head against the wall, struck him in the face with the butt of the gun all the while laughing at what he said was the irony of it all. 

"It's not what you think!" Peter had yelled. 

Carlos replied by pressing his mouth against Peter's with his gun pressed against his temple. He tore his mouth away from Peter's dramatically.

"It is what I think! You cast me aside to play house with this bimbo!" 

Carlos started to head toward her but Peter grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground. Madison pulled her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the first number she saw. Diesel. He'd answered. The sound of his voice had made her so sad she could barely speak. She only hoped he'd heard her okay before Carlos successfuly wrestled himself away from Peter and hit her so hard her ears rang. He'd thrown her phone against the wall.

Now Madison sat on the couch with her lip bleeding and her face aching. She watched as Carlos screamed questions at Peter in a hysterical screech and then without warning he shot Pete in the shin. She screamed and Carlos trained his gun on her. She was so scared she couldn't move.

"Leave her out of this!" Pete wailed. He was holding his leg which bled profusely through his jeans.

"Why would I do that?" He asked. A car door slammed. Carlos grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over toward the window. He looked out and then looked down at her. 

"You sit here and you be fucking quiet," he said before striking her again in the face with the back of his hand. Her vision blurred for a moment, she became sick to her stomach. She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes, listened to the knock that came. 

"Hello? Madison?"

When she heard his voice through the door her eyes shot open. "Diesel!" She screamed out. 

Carlos whirled to face her and shot her once in the chest. Her last thoughts were of Diesel. She placed her fingertips against her stomach and hoped that if she didn't make it, if the bullet searing the flesh inside of her chest and making it hard to breathe took her life, Diesel would somehow never know about the loss of his child. He'd suffered enough pain in his life.



Doctor Does Diesel Ch. 13



He'd seen things that haunted him whenever he closed his eyes. He'd killed men. He'd nearly been killed. He'd spent nights lying awake trying to hold onto the last shreds of his humanity on the days where all he had was hate in his heart for his enemies. He'd contemplated suicide while reflecting on the things he'd done, and dismissed the idea when he learned to become drunk on his power, on his ruthlessness, on his immaculate aim. He thought he'd seen it all. He'd even ventured to think there was nothing that he would ever see again that would ever be enough to shake him. He'd been mistaken. 

The moment he heard the gunshot he kicked the door down. It slid across the floor and slammed into a wall. He stepped through the threshold and a bullet whizzed past him and ricocheted off a lamp, found it's final resting place in the forehead of a man that it took Diesel a split second to realize was none other than Peter. Diesel dropped to the floor, his heart beat barely increasing. He rolled behind a couch and slid his blade from his boot. 

"Pete!" The man with the gun wailed. Diesel waited, readied the blade in his hand. 

"Oh God, Peter! Look what you made me do!" the man yelled. Diesel waited a beat and then stood up to take in the room. His heart stopped and bile rose in his throat when he caught sight of Madison slumped against a wall on the other side of the room, a red circle spreading on the fabric of her well pressed white blouse. His mind went wild for a moment; he heard the sounds of falling shells, almost slipped back entirely into memories of the violent times he'd endured as images of carnage and suffering flashed before his eyes, and with effort borne of Madison's need for him he came back to himself. 

"Yo, drop the weapon!" he yelled, his voice even and stern. 

"Fuck you," the man said. He stood and aimed his gun, but his hand jerked in surprise when Diesel threw the blade. It whizzed through the air and hit the man in his shoulder. The gun fell from his hand and clattered to the floor. Diesel stood over him, stepped on his chest and pulled the blade out of his shoulder bone eliciting a scream of agony. He took his cell phone from his pocket and called 911 for the second time. He'd beaten the police here as it was and he had no time to waste, Madison hadn't moved once since he'd entered the house. 

"Yes, I need an ambulance, now!" he said to the dispatcher when she answered. He relayed the address ended the call and returned his attention to the man beneath his boot. He was crying hysterically and wasn't even attempting to get up. 

"Who the fuck are you and what did you do to Madison!" Diesel yelled. The man replied with renewed sobs, wails almost. "Start talking or I'll slit your throat!" Diesel said. 

"I'm Carlos, I---I am a friend of Peter's. I was seeing Madison as my therapist and then I learned that she was getting back with Peter. I couldn't take it. I'm sorry, I just went crazy, I couldn't take it! And now look! My love is dead! I killed him." 

"You did, and it's no one's fault but your own," Diesel said caustically. "I'll tell you what, if your unstable ass managed to kill my girl as well, you'll wish for jail," he said. With thoughts of murdering the man right where he lay running through his mind, he forwent the lure of revenge by reminding himself of what Madison was helping him realize he possessed; the decency of a man who only murdered because he had to, to kill enemies. Not for pleasure. With one swift punch to the temple, Diesel simply knocked Carlos out cold. He walked toward Madison but stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to know. She wasn't moving and he was afraid to check her pulse, afraid to find it non-existent. He said a silent prayer, slid his knife back into his boot. 

The first thing he did was touch her cheek. It was burning hot. He smoothed a few tendrils of hair out of her face and took a few deep breaths before he drummed up the nerve to check her pulse. Faint, but there. He breathed a sigh of relief that brought on a wave of sobs as he got on his knees and stared at her, afraid to touch her and make things worse. He waited, unsure of his next move. He was saved from the torture of contemplation of her state when she opened her eyes ever so slightly. 

"Madison, oh God Madison baby! That's good, you're going to be okay. You're alive!" 

"I'm alive for now," she said in a pained gasp. "But it hurts," she said. 

"I know baby. The ambulance is on the way." He watched her eyes gain focus and roam around the room. 

"Peter!" She exclaimed when she caught sight of him lying across the room, a trail of blood running from the hole in his forehead. "Did you--"

"No, I didn't kill him. Carlos or whoever he is, he did it on accident. He shot at me when I came in and the bullet ricocheted. Fuck that though, Madison, tell me, how did you get here?" 

"Peter called me to come, he sounded hysterical. He's done me wrong in my life but---but I still care for him, Diesel. It hurt me to hear him in so much anguish. I came over to talk to him, try to make him feel better and then Carlos came bursting in." 

"You should have told me you were coming here, I could've persuaded you to use your head." 

"Diesel, I'm sorry, I never thought it would come to this." 

"I know Maddy. Don't apologize. I'm just pissed that I couldn't prevent this. You're my heart, Madison. If you died what would I do? I'd be lost without you." She looked away from him, winced again. 

"Diesel, I'm not trying to be negative but I don't think I'm out of the woods yet. It hurts to breathe, it's hard to breathe, for that matter. I don't know what the bullet's done but it's still in me and my fingers and hands are so cold." 

Diesel ripped off his jacket, placed it over her. "Does that help at all?" 

"A little," she smiled weakly and gazed into his eyes. "I don't feel so well, Diesel. Not at all." 

"Madison, you be strong, don't die on me. Not now. We just got started."

"Diesel, don't worry about me. You're an amazing man. The only person I've ever met that has made me feel so sexy and capable. I love you so much. You need to know that anything I've done, I did it because I love you and I wanted only to protect you." 

"Madison--"

"Let me finish. My life began the day you I met you in that cafeteria and for that I can die here knowing that I was happy and normal in the end," she said. A single tear from her eye and her breathing became labored. Diesel couldn't help but to touch her, he needed to feel her warmth one more time. The color was draining from her face and her eyes were taking on a farway look. He felt a piece of himself sliding away as he watched her give up. 

"Madison," his hands on her face, his lips on hers. His tears came freely and wet both of their cheeks. Sirens faded in, finally, and got closer every second. Diesel parted her lips with his tongue, said her name. "You die on me Madison and you'll never know." The press of her lips against his intensified and he started to think that maybe she was coming around, maybe she wasn't dieing. 

"What won't I know?" She asked. Her words were followed by a rasp that rang akin to the death rattles he'd heard on the lips of dieing comrades in Iraq. Someone pounded on the door. He couldn't find her pulse. He tried again and again, put his lips on hers, placed a finger under her nose and felt nothing. She was dead. 

"It's the police, open up!" Diesel laid Madison down, closed her eyes. He opened the door. 

~~



Every moment ticked by with the drag of an hour as he watched the paramedics descend upon her and remove their equipment from their bags. He didn't mind reliving the touch of her lips against his as he watched one paramedic part her eyelids to reveal her stationary whites. The man then tore open her shirt and applied the defibrillator and the other paramedic tended to her wound between each zap of the defibrillator which made her body jerk dummy-like. Diesel felt himself dissociate from the image of her lying on the floor while the two frantic men tried to spark the life back into her body. 

They'd spent as much time together as they could in the span of their month-long courtship. On days that he didn't plan to see her, he always found himself at her condo knocking on her door. One such day he'd come by her place unannounced and she'd answered the door with a smile on her face. 

"Didn't expect you today, thought you'd be hanging with Archie!" 

"I did hang with Archie, and now I want to hang with you," he'd said stepping through the threshold. Diesel recalled every moment they'd shared, and he tried to recall the smell of her that day along with the way she'd looked in her Terry cloth robe. 

They'd sat on the couch and she'd turned the television to a bad action movie that he'd seen a million times. 

"This movie is horrible but I love it," she'd said draping her legs over his lap. It was on a cable channel and during the commercials they'd talk about anything and everything. She told him she wanted to travel, and he'd told her all the places he'd been. She slid herself onto his lap as the credits rolled in front of a scene of an explosion that the hero and his woman had narrowly escaped at the film's sappy culmination. 

"That movie is super cheesy!" She'd said with a smile. "But I still enjoyed it. Maybe it's because I was with you that I enjoyed it so much." She'd leaned in for a kiss and he'd burrowed his hands beneath her robe and ran his hands up and down her back. 

"You think we would do well together, like if we actually were together without the military and this report to Sergeant Ford hanging over our heads?" 

"Of course," he'd said without hesitation. 

"How do you know? Of course our sex life is amazing..."

"It is..." 

"But you and I both know there's more to life than sex." 

"I know you're worried that we've fucked our way into catching feelings. But you have to trust that there's more than that between us. Maybe I can't put it into words completely, and maybe I can't say that we know one another's deepest darkest secrets. People who do know all that shit, everything about one another, what color the other one likes," she laid against him and whispered in his ear that her favorite color was taupe, "Taupe? Well if I knew what color that was I'm sure I'd think it was beautiful." She'd laughed. "Like I was saying though, people that know every detail about one another--that doesn't always mean they'll walk happily into the sunset. We don't know everything about one another, we couldn't even begin to know--but I know we love eachother. I know we were made for one another. I feel it. Besides, you're a psychiatrist. Your bread and butter is reading people. Don't you know that I'm the one for you? Haven't you read that by now?" 

"I suppose I have, I'm just scared I guess," she'd said as he traced a nipple with his index finger. She'd placed a hand on his hardening length. 

"See, whenever we try to have a serious conversation, what happens?" 

"You get hard," she said into his ear. She'd whipped her robe off, arched her back so that her breasts were presented prominently in front of his face. 

"I want to eat you for dinner," he'd said under his breath. 

"You're a cannibal?" 

"Yes, when it comes to Madison," he'd said. He seemed to lose all clear thought when he was with her, when he could feel her warmth. He palmed her breasts, kneaded them in his hands. "We'll have a good time together, I know it. I'm fucked up and you are, too! Your crazy is just hiding beneath the surface." 

"I'm not fucked up!" She'd said. 

"Well you're about to be," he'd said. 

"That doesn't make sense!" she'd laughed. She leaned away from him so that she could access his fly. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his hard, pulsing cock free. She climbed from his lap and got on her knees, took him into her mouth. He ran a hand through her hair as she sucked him, he said her name as he watched her breasts bob with her movements. 

"I love your cock," she'd said, a small smile on her lips. "I dream about it sometimes." 

"Obsessed much?" he asked with a smirk, his breathing still coming hard. 

"Obsessed a lot," she'd said. He'd let out a moan for a reason he was never quite sure of, perhaps it was due to the thought of having this woman in his life, on her knees before him, her thoughts geared only toward pleasing him. He stood, picked her up and kissed her. He took his time tasting her lips, her tongue. He laid her on the couch, tunneled a finger inside of her hot wetness, and he shuddered as he felt her pulsing around his digit. 

"I love you Madison. In our case, that'll be enough." 

"Will it?" she'd asked, the words a breath on her lips. He'd been stroking her slowly at first with his pointer finger, and as she became wetter he wanted to taste her, drink her. He cocked her legs up and buried his face in her wetness, stuck his tongue inside of her as far as it could go, held her still as she tried to escape him. He took her clit between his lips, caressed it with his breath, reached up to cup her breasts. She grabbed his hand and put his middle finger in her mouth. He moaned at the suggestion and when she came he stood. Without a word she dropped to her knees again and lapped at his cock until he came. She swallowed every drop. 

"Get in the bedroom," he'd said in a voice tinged with passion, with need. She laid down and spread her legs, put her hands on the headboard in preparation. 

"You sure you want this?" he'd asked, a smirk on his lips. Of course she did. She always did. She grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her slit, rubbed it against her hardened clit in a circular motion that drove him nearly as mad as it did her. She shoved him inside of her without warning, she breathed his name when he slid himself in to the hilt. 

The sex had been amazing that day, as it usually was. As he'd stroked in and out of her sopping wet pussy, as they'd sweat and kissed like ravenous animals, as they'd moved in rhythm and breathed in sync, beneath the feeling of pleasure coursing through him he'd thought only of how much he wanted to marry her. It wasn't because of the sex, it was because the sex blew his mind, her mind blew his mind, her beauty invaded his mind, and her smell intoxicated him. 

Not soon after that afternoon; an afternoon spent against one another, an afternoon that ended with them passed out entwined with his cock soft inside of her, he'd asked her to marry him. 

He came back to reality and to the image before him. "She's alive," a paramedic called out to him over his shoulder. "We got to get her to the hospital, but she should be fine. I've got her stabilized," the man said. 

Diesel nearly collapsed with relief. He wasn't able to ride with her to the hospital because he had to speak with the police, and all the while his mind was more blank than it had ever been as he explained what had happened. All he could do was thank God that she was alive. Another chance, he'd been given another chance. He didn't want to leave her side, and if he could help it, he never would.