by Skye McNeil
“Good for you. Maybe you’ll have some new ideas to add to the shop when you get back.”
She chewed on the straw in her glass of water. “Yeah, hopefully.”
“Right, well, I better get back to it. Somebody has to maintain the business while you’re off sexing it up.” Orla blew her a kiss. “Be safe, love.”
“Always.”
Isa put the phone away and picked up her sketchpad. Normally her designs were based on Ireland. It was where her inspiration came from back home. But I’m not there, am I?
She tapped the pencil against the blank sheet of paper. Images of Doc filled her mind. The suave way he made love. Well, at least I think it’s suave. I’ve no one to compare it to. She laughed at herself. Being with the Macha doctor opened her eyes to what love could be.
Whoa, girl, you’re getting ahead of yourself.
Putting the pad down, she stood and walked over to the pool’s edge. The water was clear and inviting under the warm sun. Dipping her toe in, she was pleasantly surprised at the warmth. Doc’s mention of it being a hot spring came to mind. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
She stepped off the side and closed her eyes, the water enveloping her. Slowly, she sank to the bottom and opened her eyes. The entire pool was pristine. After a few moments, she swam to the surface and lay on her back. Puffs of white clouds rolled by, their destinations unknown.
The sun peeked out behind the clouds every so often, and she closed her eyes against its rays. It was so quiet in the mountains. No rushing cars, beeping horns, or yelling neighbors like at the clubhouse.
This is more my style.
“Isa.”
Hearing her name through the water, she sat up and glanced in the direction of the voice. Doc stood at the edge of the pool, thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his jeans. The tattoos on his arms and hands stood out against the black T-shirt but only enhanced his handsomeness. His long blond hair was parted to the right, some of the strands covering his dark-tinted sunglasses.
“Want to join me?” She swam closer and rested her elbows on the side.
He crouched and pulled his shades down his nose enough to fully review the red bikini top, then return to her face. “Tempting. Very tempting.” His index finger slid beneath the strap. “Where’d you get this?”
“Queenie found it. Had the tags on and fit perfect.” She lifted her arm to compare their tones. “And with my light skin, I could use some rays.”
“You really should be inside.” He leaned back on his heels and replaced his sunglasses. “You’re safer there.”
She rolled her eyes and swam backward away from him. “You’re no fun.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Well, if you’re interested in that kind of fun….” She blushed. “We’d absolutely need to move inside.”
He didn’t answer, simply retrieved a beach towel from a chair and held it up.
Taking the hint, Isa only pulled herself up the stepladder after she swam the pool length twice. She took the offered towel and wrapped it around her hips before returning to her chair.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, plopping into the cushion and sipping her water.
The tall biker shifted his weight, and she swore she heard him growl. “Princess, you don’t have a choice. You’re under my protection, and I tell you where to go and when.”
She grabbed her pencil and blank pad. Suddenly, she had an idea for a swimsuit cover that was a mix of risqué and modest. She lightly drew a model and the flowing cover.
“Isa, I’m talking to you.”
“Hang on, I’m almost done.” She finished sketching the bottom hem, her periphery catching Doc moving her direction.
“Now, Isa.”
She waved her pencil at him, not wanting to stop while the inspiration overwhelmed her. By the time she finished, her model was perfectly presentable in the slightly sheer cover that’d be ideal for swimmers on any continent.
“There. Orla’s going to love it.” She signed the sketch, then placed the book on the side table. Sighing happily, she glanced over at him. He stood inches away, gaze focused on their surroundings. Every few moments, his head swiveled but never drifted to her.
Feck, I think I pissed him off. She reached for him, but he took a step away. Crossing her legs, she stared at him. His jaw was tightly clenched, the sparrow tattoo on his neck popping slightly. If he weren’t so mad, she’d find him irresistible.
Isa stood and quickly gathered her towel around her waist. She’d only taken two steps before he lightly gripped her arm. It wasn’t painful but held enough force for her to know she’d stepped over a line.
Swallowing hard, she lifted her gaze and met his face. He pulled off his shades, and the air in her lungs deflated at the cold expression in his usually cheerful eyes.
“Your safety is my number one priority, Isadora.” His voice was low, a hint of frustration prevalent in the husky tone. His eyes bored into hers. “If I tell you to do something, it’s not because I get my rocks off bossing you around. It’s to keep you alive.”
She lifted her chin slightly. This behavior wasn’t familiar. She’d never worried about her safety in Ireland. Until her father’s occupation came to light. Being raised by a single mother, the male figures in her life were minimal. Such an upbringing seemed to cause her to rebel whenever Doc tried to keep her in line. She’d reluctantly obeyed her father, but being micromanaged more with each passing day annoyed her.
“I can take care of myself, Doc.” She pulled her arm away and was shocked when he let go so easily. She’d expected more of a fight. This was a club member, after all. Society taught her they were domineering and womanizing.
She pushed back her wet hair. But not this MC. Not this man.
He inhaled, his shoulders moving up slowly, as if digesting the force behind her words. He looked behind him, then closed the distance between them. His left hand came up and cupped the side of her face. “I know you can, princess, but I want to take care of you.” He gently kissed her, the sharp bite of chlorine on her lips from her recent swim.
Closing her eyes, she returned the kiss, looping her arms around his neck, not giving a damn where they were or who might see them. Her biker lover didn’t disappoint. His tongue dipped between her lips, tangling intimately with hers. Pressing her body against him, she shivered at his solid muscle. She barely had time to appreciate it, but now all she craved was to run her fingers along every inch of him until he begged for her.
His hands slid down her back, lightly caressing her spine and sending goose bumps to her toes. He cupped her arse, and she moaned into his mouth. Every touch was new and exciting. Doc didn’t compare to any other man, and she wouldn’t disgrace him by even thinking such thoughts.
Isa felt the telltale sign of his arousal against her stomach, sending flutters there. When he picked her up off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The concrete at her back stunned her, and she was glad for the towel between her skin and the rough material. She hadn’t even sensed him moving, but now she was pressed up against the side of the house, their acts only hidden by shadows. Her body hung precariously in the air, his keeping her secure and upright. The dangerous position and act spurred her to reach down and cup him through his jeans. Doc immediately stopped kissing her and jerked his attention to her face.
“Don’t touch unless you want me to take you here and now.”
Taking the bait, she carefully unbuckled his belt, eyes latched on his. She didn’t give a feck where they were anymore. All she cared about was having him deep inside her. He slid off her swimsuit top and locked his lips over her nipple. Heat flooded Isa’s core, and she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him closer to her breasts. He dutifully caressed each one, pulling them to points with his teeth. She ground her hips into him, adoring the hardness she found there. It was nearly enough to unravel her.
Doc’s fingers massaged her left breast before he gripped her hip,
forcing her eyes to meet his. A new form of excitement trickled through her veins.
“If you want to stop, you gotta say the words.”
Isa let out a slow breath. Never had a man been so rapt for her words. He wouldn’t move a millimeter if she didn’t allow it.
She reached up and pushed his hair out of his face. He was a complete alpha male, but one who wouldn’t make a move without her permission.
“I don’t want to stop.” She kissed the side of his neck. “I want you right here.” She unbuttoned his jeans. “Right now.”
The clang of his belt urged him forward, and his fingers slid beneath her tiny swimsuit bottom. She gasped at the sudden intrusion.
“Damn, baby, you’re always soaking for me,” he murmured, inserting another finger and pumping it in and out.
She arched her back at his fluid movements as she kissed him harder, her breathing staggered the closer she came to release. When he removed his fingers, she let out an annoyed groan. “What’re you—”
His lips cut off the rest of her protest. Her eyes rolled back once more, and she suddenly didn’t care about his interruption. The sound of foil tearing met her ears, and he pulled away from her lips in time for her to watch him sheath his long cock. She licked her lips at the tantalizing sight. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his voice a sexy combination of husky and commanding.
She nodded enthusiastically, hair catching on the wall. “Please.”
Doc entered her as soon as she breathed the last syllable. For a long moment, she couldn’t move. He slowly pulled out and slammed back into her. She tightened her legs around him, his cock hitting her just right.
He leaned down and kissed her, hips increasing their rhythm. Isa tried to counter his movements, but the concrete wall behind her made it increasingly difficult. Even with the towel, she couldn’t move. She was completely pinned, his hands cupping her arse, bringing her up and down his hard cock. He filled her so full that she wasn’t sure she could handle the delightful agony. With each long stroke, her body hummed against him. She squirmed closer until his movements struck her clit, the bundle of nerves pushing her closer to release.
A tickle of wind grazed her exposed nipples, and the sound of the sliding door at the back of the house opening caught her attention. She shuddered but couldn’t resist the pulse of their lovemaking. The shy Irish girl was long gone. She didn’t give a damn if someone caught them. The sliding door shut again, and she nipped his collarbone. He growled in response, encouraging her to do it again. Goose bumps lined his skin the more she bit his neck, his hips slamming into her harder.
Doc hissed out a curse and grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. The lust-rimmed blue eyes were too much for her to handle. His tongue intertwined with hers, the connection sending her head into the clouds. He kissed as though it were the last time, and she yearned for more. His thrusts picked up, the sound of his balls slapping against her arse echoing in the courtyard. A strangled moan escaped her mouth, but Doc was there to drown out the sound.
“You keep making those noises and my brothers will come watch,” he teased, kissing her again. She could barely hear above the rush of blood in her ears but sensed they weren’t alone. The idea of someone watching them didn’t bother her. At least not in the moment. All she cared about was Doc and the expert way he pounded into her.
Finally, warmth spread up her toes and to her head. The familiar tingling sensation of an orgasm rushed her body faster than the last time. She opened her mouth to cry out, but only a whisper of his name came through.
His tempo increased as she drifted from the mountaintop of her ecstasy. His cock swelled once more, and he moaned into her neck through his own release. The fervor of his lips slowly decreased, but he remained cuddled against her body.
Isa’s breathing evened out, the residual effects of Doc’s touch filtering through her. The first night had been incredible, but this? This was pure ecstasy.
She grinned against his leather cut. And out in the open. You little slut.
He cupped her face and kissed her gently. No words were needed. Their bodies said plenty. They both felt the connection.
“Isa, you have a call,” a deep voice said, cutting into the silence.
She yelped and tried to right her swimsuit. The top half was easier than the bottom since Doc was presently inside her. Her eyes met his, and a proud glint crossed his blue gaze. “Don’t get used to taking me anywhere you want,” she teased in his ear.
He disposed of the condom, tucked himself back into his jeans, and then helped her fix her swimsuit. “I’ll fuck you anytime I want, princess.” He winked. “If you let me, that is.”
She blushed and bit her bottom lip. He didn’t have to ask, but he would.
Taking a step, she cursed when her legs wobbled. She took another and stifled a giggle when her knees knocked together. Tossing a glance over her shoulder, she noticed the smugly satisfied grin on Doc’s handsome face. He was damn proud of himself for fucking her legs right out from under her.
Straightening her shoulders, she moved from the shadows and walked around the corner. Brewer stood with a sheepish look on his freckled face.
“Who is it?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound as breathless as she felt. If she didn’t find a chair soon, she’d simply topple right over.
“Phantom.”
She nodded and lifted her hands to her head. The hair there was in complete disarray. She tried to smooth it down, but it was useless. Until she found a brush, Isadora Walsh would simply have to walk around with just got fucked hair. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind one smidgen.
25
Doc
Doc sank into the leather couch and exhaled. Isa was off with Brewer and Reaper, chatting with her dad. He would’ve gone with her if he had the chance, but apparently Brewer was sufficient protection for the walk to the phone.
Doc needed a drink anyhow. After fucking her outside by the pool, his body hummed with adrenaline. He guzzled the rest of his beer and grabbed a fresh one from the side table. Normally, getting his dick wet once or twice would suffice for a while. Not with Isa. He wanted her. Needed her, even. It was the best bad news he could imagine.
Klink and Hawk entered the open living room. Each one gave him a knowing look. They’d been on rooftop security and no doubt heard and saw a few things. That fact riled him more than he thought. He’d screwed nymphs in front of his brothers before and didn’t give a shit. But with Isa, he didn’t want anyone else to see what they did. It was more than fucking.
“I couldn’t help but notice a porno outside earlier,” Klink began, plopping into the seat next to him. “It was a bit amateur for my taste, though.”
Hawk pulled up a chair and rested his feet on the coffee table between them. He didn’t speak, merely watched.
“Fuck off, Klink,” Doc said, tilting back the beer bottle.
“Aw, come on, Doc. Brewer said it was even better up close.” Klink wiggled his brows. “Care to share the lass?”
He lunged toward Klink and pinned him into the leather. His bottle crashed onto the floor, beer spilling on the hardwood. “If you even think about touching her, I’ll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass.”
Klink’s face turned beet red, and Doc slowly decreased the pressure on his neck. “All right, all right.”
Sitting back, Doc crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Hawk. “You got something smartass to say too?”
Hawk scratched his lightly bearded face. “Nah, just wondering when you got pussy whipped.”
“Who’s pussy whipped?” Cueball asked, entering the room.
“Doc.”
Cueball sat on the arm of the couch and laughed. “I would be too if that li’l beauty was under my protection 24-7.”
Doc ignored the insinuation. It was just like his brothers to talk shit. So long as he kept his cool, they’d eventually peter out the teasing.
“Who’re we talking about?” Rubble asked, coming into the room.
Getting up, Doc grabbed two handfuls of bottles and returned to the couch. He’d need more booze if he was to sustain these jabs.
“Doc and his Irish lover.” Cueball nudged his shoulder when he sat down on the couch again.
Rubble stroked his massive beard, eyes alight with mischief. “Ah, yeah. I heard some very sensual sounds coming from her room last night.” He grinned. “Or maybe she was going solo.”
“You should’ve heard her today,” Klink chimed in, neck still red from Doc’s earlier warning. Evidently he hadn’t pressed hard enough. “The high-pitched moans and mewling…. Damn, almost made me nut then and there.”
“Have you seen that ass?” Rubble nodded. “It’s scrumptious.”
“Since when do you have a vocabulary?” Cueball teased.
“Since forever.” He shoved Cueball. “Fuck you. I’m sophisticated.”
“Yeah, okay, Rubble.” Cueball rolled his eyes. “Now, Isa, on the other hand, that girl is sophisticated. Can’t you see her sipping tea with her pinky out?”
“I’d like to do something else with that little pinky,” Hawk suggested.
Doc bit the inside of his cheek as his brothers tossed around innuendos and suggestive remarks about his girl.
My girl.
He let that sink in and cracked open another beer. He’d known her less than a month, but in that short amount of time, Isa became his. Not just his job or responsibility, but his.
Shovelhead stepped into the room, an odd expression on his weathered face. He’d never really cared for the old man, but as a VP, Shovelhead wasn’t always well liked. He nodded at the group, then walked through the room and into the kitchen.
Doc followed him with his eyes, an unsettling feeling filling his gut. Something was off about the man, but he couldn’t put his finger on what.
