Doc Marshall

by Jessie Cooke

  “Oh no!” She gasped, imagining what he was about to tell her.

  “The trailer burned to the ground. The fire marshal said the door had melted and they got trapped inside. It burned so quickly that even though people tried to help, they just couldn’t do anything. They took me to the police station and asked me a lot of questions. They thought I’d killed my parents on purpose.”

  “Oh, Coyote.” Dallas’s heart ached for him. “I never knew any of this.”

  “I never told anyone, not even Doc. After two days, they put me in a group home, but when the fire marshal finished his investigation, they came back to see me. Turned out the fire started with the hot plate in the kitchen. I had left it on. I killed them.”

  “No.” Dallas hugged him. “No,” she said again. “It was a horrible accident.”

  “That’s what they said, but it was a hard thing to live with. Plus, I was so awkward around people. I’d never been around anyone other than the people we worked with, and that was just for a few weeks at a time and we’d move on. I got picked on at the group home. They were relentless, and meaner than hell. I started fighting, a lot. I was in juvenile hall for a while and when I was about sixteen and a half, I ran away. I met a guy on the streets in New York and he got me into underground fighting. I was doing pretty good, but then one night I got beaten so badly that they thought I was dying. They didn’t want to get in trouble of course, and they didn’t really give a shit about me unless I was making money for them, so they dumped me down at the docks. Turns out, that was the night Doc and Hawk were there, for their first meet with the Irish. I’m not sure why, but Doc patched me up and they brought me back here. Hawk taught me to ride…and Doc, well, he taught me how to read and write.”

  “Oh my gosh. Doc did that, really?”

  He smiled. “Yeah. So, see, I know better than anyone what an asshole he can be. But there’s a whole other side of him too. He’s the smartest guy I know, and he does have a heart, you just have to go looking for it sometimes. Maybe that’s all you two need…some time away to find each other’s hearts again.”

  She smiled again. She had tears in her eyes, imagining what he’d gone through. Her childhood hadn’t been ideal, losing her parents so young, but what he went through was unimaginable and he’d come through it all so strong, she thought. Although it might explain the problem he had putting down the bottle. She realized, as she had that thought, that his eyes were clearer than she’d ever seen them, and his hands weren’t trembling at all. “Coyote, did you stop drinking?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, I did. Colleen asked me to. She wanted me to go to rehab, but I didn’t have time for that, and I didn’t want to put things on hold out there and piss Doc off. So, she helped me through it. It was fucking hell.”

  “Good for you, though, and good for her. She sounds like a good woman and I hope you both have a good life out there.” The sound of an approaching bike drew both of their attention toward the back gate of the ranch. Coyote automatically let go of her hand when he saw that it was Doc, and stood up. Dallas stood too and they both waited while Doc drove up, parked the bike next to the greenhouse, and climbed off of his bike. When he took off his sunglasses, Dallas was surprised to see him smiling. It was his genuine smile, the one that reached his eyes and took the hard edges off his features.

  “Well, will you look at what the cat dragged in.” Coyote smiled too and went over to him. Dallas watched as the two men embraced and she thought about what Coyote had just told her about Doc. For the first time in a while, her blood got warm and her heart swelled when she looked at her old man. Maybe Coyote was right, and it was time they spent a few days alone, together, getting reacquainted.

  29

  Ensenada, April, 1987

  Doc frowned when he saw all of the people on the beach in front of the Bahia hotel where they were staying. “Why are there so many people?” he asked the taxi driver. “I was told when I made these reservations with a travel agent that this was a quiet beach.” Dallas had talked him into a vacation. He hadn’t been this far away from the club without its being about business…ever. Even if they called him, he couldn’t get back to Boston easily if there was an emergency. He looked over at Dallas. She’d been subdued since they got on the plane. He knew she was worried about leaving Dax. The boy had cried when they left and clung to his leg. Doc had scraped him off and handed him to Toolie, telling him to suck it up, and act his age. Dallas had snapped at him:

  “He’s five. He is acting his age!” Doc let it go, but where before that she’d been actually bubbly about the trip, now she was sulky and seemed depressed. He was tempted to tell the driver to turn around and take them back to the airport. The vacation already sucked.

  “¿Qué?” the driver said. Doc had gotten a pretty good grasp of the Spanish language through his dealings with the Colombians, and Abril. He’d never spoken it in front of Dallas, so when he repeated his question to the driver in Spanish, she looked surprised.

  “¿Por qué hay tanta gente?”

  “Oh!” the driver said. “Es la carrera de barcos.” Dallas was still staring up at Doc, so he said:

  “He says there’s a boat race. You want to find somewhere else to stay?”

  “You speak Spanish?”

  “A little.”

  “Why did I never know this?”

  He shrugged. “Never came up, I guess. Do you want to stay here, or not?”

  “Did she teach you?”

  “What? Who? Fuck! Dallas, please don’t do this shit now.” She was talking about Abril. He hadn’t seen her in at least two years and he wasn’t about to listen to Dallas bitch at him for something he hadn’t even done.” He was surprised when she said:

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.” She put her hand on her forehead and said, “I’m just anxious, about leaving Dax. We’re so far away if he needs us.”

  Doc put his arm around her and pulled her into his side. She was a good mom, and he didn’t tell her that often enough. Brushing his lips across her forehead he said, “He’ll be okay, baby. It’ll be good for him to get a break from us. You know Toolie and Lola are crazy about him and he’ll have their little one to play with. He’s fine. I’m sorry I was an ass before we left. You were right…he was acting his age. I wasn’t acting mine.”

  She was looking at him like she didn’t recognize him, suddenly. “You mean that, really?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah…”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just…I mean, that’s the first time you’ve told me I was right about anything where Dax was concerned since he was a baby.”

  Doc sighed and said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so tough on him. I’ll try and do better, okay?” Dallas hugged him tightly and then looked up at his face with a big smile and tears in her eyes.

  “Thank you.”

  He felt like the world’s biggest asshole, that she was that happy he had agreed with her. He kissed her again and then asked the driver, “So what is this race all about?” In Spanish, the driver told him and then Doc repeated it to Dallas. “He says that the race started in Newport Beach. It’s an annual thing. This is the 40th year so it’s a really big deal. There are over five hundred boats in the race and they’ll be arriving here soon. Once they get here there’s a big-ass barbecue on the beach with music and dancing and a bonfire and shit.”

  She smiled. “You’re so descriptive. It sounds fun. What do you think?”

  Doc hated to be in large crowds. He wasn’t even crazy about the idea of being in Mexico. He’d left his kutte in their suitcase and he wouldn’t be doing any talking about who he was, or who he was affiliated with, while they were there. It could get dangerous, and he didn’t want to put Dallas in any danger. But she wanted this, and things had been rough between them for a while. She deserved a vacation and he was going to give her what she wanted for a change.

  “I say if you think it sounds like fun, we’ll stay.” He was actually hoping they wouldn’t have to come out of their hotel room u
ntil it was all over. But, as they stepped out of the car and he saw the fascination on Dallas’s face as she watched the yachts begin to appear in the horizon, he knew that wasn’t happening. He paid the driver and once they were checked into the hotel he said, “You want to go back out there and watch the end of the race?”

  Dallas smiled and said, “I’d like to go out in time for the barbecue and bonfires and all of that. But…there’s something I wanted to show you first.” Curious, Doc sat on the bed and waited while she took her bag and went into the bathroom. At least the resort was nice, he thought, as he looked around the room. It had a huge king-sized bed and everything was made of dark wood, bamboo, and heavy twine. There were huge windows along one wall and he got up and went over to open the curtains and see what the view was like. The girl at the desk had said “poolside room,” and when he opened the curtains he saw that she hadn’t been kidding. The pool was only a few steps from their window. It looked more like a jungle hideaway than a pool, however. Lush, green foliage surrounded it and there was a waterfall that fed into it. In the background all he could see was white sand until it met the ocean. There weren’t any people, which was the best part…they must all have been out front, waiting for the boats.

  He heard Dallas clear her throat behind him and turned around. No matter how much they fought, he still found her to be the hottest woman on the planet most of the time. But even with that being said, he was sure he’d never seen her look as hot as she did at that moment. His cock was like a steel rod in an instant. “Damn, baby!”

  She was beaming. “You like it?”

  “Fuck. I like it too much…how pissed will you be if I rip it off.”

  She giggled. “I think it’s pretty easy access without ripping it.” She had on a white bikini…a string bikini, he thought was what it was called. There was hardly anything to it and what there was looked like it had been knit like a tiny little afghan with holes that her big, round nipples were pressing through. He walked over toward her and put his hands on her hips. He leaned down and put his lips on her neck and she tipped her head back to give him access. She tasted fucking good…he wanted to eat her up. “Um…Doc,” she whispered.

  “What, baby?”

  “There’s…um…we kind of have an audience.”

  Doc stopped what he was doing and turned to look toward the window. Two kids, college-aged boys, in Speedos, were wading into the pool. As soon as Doc looked their way, they both turned their backs to them. He started to go over and close the curtains, but suddenly he had a better idea. They were there for a vacation, an adventure…and they were going to have one. If the kids wanted a peek at his hot old lady…fine, he’d give them one.

  “Lie down on the bed, baby,” he said, turning his back on them again.

  “Doc Marshall! Really?” He grinned at her.

  “As long as you’re okay with it. Let’s give the boys a show.”

  She giggled and glanced out the window. “They’re watching again.”

  “Good,” he said, his hands going to his belt. “Lie down, baby, with your legs hanging over the side facing the window.”

  Dallas went over and sat on the bed facing the window. She looked nervous as she lay back on the bed. His old lady had never been shy about her body, and she shouldn’t be; it was fucking gorgeous. But this would be her first time getting fucked in front of an audience. Doc had done it more times than he cared to even remember, back in his hard-partying days. He’d been both the watcher and the participant. It was a turn-on, especially now, knowing those two young dicks were hard for what he had.

  “Touch your chest, baby, run your fingers down over those hard nipples. Give them a show.”

  Dallas put her hands up on her breasts and began to knead them, slowly. Her eyes closed and her lips parted open. She looked so fucking hot. Doc watched her as he slowly removed his own clothes, down to his shorts. She arched her back and ran her fingers across her stomach and then slowly let them dip down into the front of her tiny thong. He knew the boys had to be rock-hard by now, watching her…he definitely was. Doc reached down into the front of his shorts and took his aching cock into his hand. He began to run his hand up and down the shaft while he watched her. She had one hand down in her thong and he could hear how wet she was as she rubbed her pussy. The other hand was tweaking her nipples through her bikini top. “You like teasing them, baby?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she breathed out. She opened her eyes just a slit and said, “You like it, baby?”

  He grinned at her. “As a matter of fact, I do. I like knowing that they want you, but they can never have you. Who gets to touch you, baby?”

  “Just you.”

  “Always, just me?”

  “Always, Doc. This body is yours. This pussy,” she said, arching her hips up off the bed, “is yours. I’d love it if your mouth was on it right now.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, baby? You want me to eat your pussy in front of those boys out there?”

  “I want you to eat my pussy, Doc…please.”

  Doc walked over and leaned down to put his mouth on hers. He kissed her, hard and passionate, and then moved his lips down across her chin, over her neck and the top of her chest, and he took one of her engorged, sexy nipples in between his lips. It was still surrounded with the knit material of the suit, so he just sucked on the tip of it. That seemed to really turn her on. She moaned and squirmed around on the bed, whispering his name and running her fingers through his hair. As Doc moved his mouth down her belly he said, “Look out the window, baby. What are they doing?”

  Dallas opened her eyes and gasped. “They both have their hands down in their shorts. They’re looking right at me…”

  “Does it turn you on, baby?” he said, taking the bikini bottom off her, slowly.

  “Yes. You touching me in front of them turns me on. Show them I’m yours, Doc.”

  “I’m about to show them who’s in charge, baby.” He dipped his face down between her legs and pushed her thighs apart. He inhaled her scent before tasting her. She smelled excited, aroused, sweet. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “You, Doc, only you.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Lick me, Doc, please.”

  He brought his tongue out and ran it from the tip of her slit all the way down between her legs and back up again. When he reached her clit he rolled his tongue around it and sucked it in between his lips. She gasped loudly and put both of her hands in his hair, forcing his face deeper into her pussy. He began to suck, hard, as she screamed out, “Yes! Oh, fuck, that’s good! Yes, Doc! Oh, fuck!”

  Doc continued to use his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive her crazy, right up until she screamed out that she was coming. He slid his hands underneath her hips as she did and brought her even tighter against his face. He held her there and moved his tongue rapidly as her orgasm rocked her body, causing her to shake and shiver. He loved her response to him and he couldn’t wait to shove his cock into her tight, sweet pussy. But first…he let her finish her orgasm, and then he got up to his feet. He reached down and pulled her head to the edge of the bed so that it was hanging off slightly. She immediately opened her mouth and he took his cock into his hand and rubbed the tip of it all the way around her lips. He let her lick his shaft from balls to tip a few times, and then he thrust himself all the way into her hot mouth, groaning as she wrapped her tongue around him. He rocked his hips in and out while she sucked and licked, and he completely forgot they were being watched. Dallas had her hand down between her legs again and she was masturbating while he made love to her mouth. He thought about finishing on her lips, but he wanted her pussy too badly. Besides, he suddenly remembered they were being watched…and there was a point he had to make. He pulled back and Dallas looked up at him with a pair of glazed eyes.

  “Move up on the bed, baby, I’ll be right back.” Dallas didn’t argue or ask questions. She started moving toward the head of the bed and Doc walked over to the curtain. When he got th
ere, the boys pretended to go back to swimming, trying to hide their bulging hard-ons in the water. Doc pulled open the window a crack and loudly said, “Hey, baby…who gets to touch you?”

  “Only you, Doc.”

  “Say my name, baby…who do you belong to?”

  “Doc Marshall. I’m Doc Marshall’s old lady.”

  “For how long?”

  “For fucking ever, baby. Please come fuck me.”

  Doc grinned at the boys, who were now looking at him, and he waved, right before closing the curtains in their faces. They’d seen enough. He went back over to the bed then and climbed on top of his old lady. He made love to her that night… like he hadn’t since they had first met. He concentrated on what she needed. He made her orgasm five times. He ordered room service and he ate fruit and cream off her sexy body and then he ate her pussy one last time before fucking her again. When neither of them had the energy for one more round of sex, Doc dropped down on his side of the bed and Dallas lay panting on hers. “You still want to go to the barbecue?” he asked her. The sun had gone down, and it was time for the bonfires to be lit. Doc was exhausted and he didn’t want to move…but if she wanted to, he would. This was her vacation.

  “Not unless you do, baby,” she said, breathlessly.

  “I don’t want to do anything but hold my sexy baby all night. Is that okay?”

  She rolled into him, pressing her soft, firm breasts into his chest and draping a leg over his hip. She put one hand on the side of his face and kissed him softly. It sounded like she was crying again when she said, “I love you, Doc Marshall. Thank you, for all of this.”