Doc's Ember: Devil Iron MC Book 4 (Devil Iron MC Series)

by GM Scherbert

  Walking towards us from around the outside of the house Tank cuts in, “Doc, watch your fucking mouth when you talk about our woman. If you will remember, Pearl didn’t exactly reach out to me with the truth as it was going on. There are circumstances that were out of her hands. You need to keep it together and hear her out, the whole explanation; don’t just pick the parts that you feel are important.”

  “Fine, I want to talk to her, I will be calm and not jump to fucking conclusions.”

  Talking to me, Abraham says “Let me go back and see if she wants to talk with you, why don’t you sit down in the living room, I will bring her in there. Keep it down though, because the kids are right outside and will be able to hear any and everything that is said if you two get heated.”

  Walking around to the back yard, Abraham disappears around the house. Blaze looks at me and says, “I have already heard the story Doc, and if you don’t understand why she did what she did when you do, then you are more of a heartless bastard than everyone thought you were.” Grabbing my shoulder, he goes on, “Pearl has told us how you would talk about her, even when she didn’t realize who you were talking about. Tread lightly with Ember Doc, or you will scare her away, and she might not come back again, no matter what is going on.”

  The wait in the living room seems to last forever. When Ember finally walks into the room, her green eyes hit mine and I am taken back to the first time we met. My cock hasn’t gotten the fucking memo that we are angry as all fucking hell with her. It gets rock hard as she sways her hips over to the couch. For long minutes we sit in silence, neither one of us wanting to begin, not noticing the little boy who is lurking near the door.

  “Ember, what the fuck is going on?” is all I can manage to ground out before standing and adjusting myself. That is when I hear something coming from near the living room door.

  Both Ember and I turn quickly to find Little Vincent’s head poking around the corner. Which he tries to pull back, without luck, before his mother or I see him.

  “Vincent, what are you doing in here? You should be outside playing with Iris and Rose. Did you follow me in here?” Ember says rushing over to him.

  “Momma, I wanted to see my daddy again. You said that he would calm down and come see me soon.”

  “Vincent, daddy is here to talk with momma, we still need to talk about a few things that we didn’t get to talk about this morning.” Both myself and Little Vincent turn to look at his father as I go on, “I’m sure that he would love to spend some time with you and get to know you very soon, right Vincent?”

  I answer in the only way I can, “Of course I do, son. There is nothing more I would like than to spend time with you, my boy. I just need to talk with your momma a little bit before that happens. We will spend some time together as soon as possible. Okay?”

  “Yeah? That sounds good. I’ll go back outside now, momma. See you soon, daddy.” Looking to me he runs over quickly giving me a hug before turning on his heels and heading out the door.

  “Doc, I don’t know where to…”

  “Vincent. You will call me Vincent, Ember, I am not, and never have been, Doc to you, don’t try to start with that shit now. You can start with now and we will work our way through this shit,” I say turning my back to her. “What the fuck is going on with you now, Ember? Why were you at the Dungeon last night? How long have you been back? Why the fuck did you come back?”

  “I came back to Chicago when my dad got sick about a year ago. After he passed away I decided to settle down and make a life here so that my mom and I could build our relationship and so that she could,” looking to me and dropping her eyes in an instant, “get to know her grandson.”

  At the mention of the son that I didn’t even know I had until this morning, but who seemed to know more than a little about me, the fire rages inside of me. Whoever drove her away causing my son to be apart from me will have to deal with me in short order. “Don’t fucking mention him to me right now. We will fucking get to him, don’t fucking think that I will let you ever keep him or anything from me again, no matter the reason, but you need to tell me about what happened at the club last night? What were you doing at the Dungeon to begin with? Why is Pearl so goddamn protective over you, and why are my brothers so quick to watch over you and take your safety on?”

  “I was at the Dungeon at Master Markus’ request last night. I have been going there infrequently at best, for about the past six months. My ex found out that I am back in Chicago and left a message for me on the hood of my car last night. I am sure that he is just doing it to scare me, but I guess it fucking worked, seeing that I ran back into the Dungeon and refused to leave, until Pearl took control and dragged me out of the locker room after calling Blaze and speaking with Tank.”

  “You really know how to pick them, huh? Another fucking ex that is pissed at you, huh? Maybe we should all get together and hold meetings about how to better survive having been with you. Like a fucking support group or something.” Seeing her eyes drop and the tears take to them, I know that I have crossed a line, but cannot stop myself from going on. “How many of us would there be, Ember? How many just from the Dungeon?” Shaking my head, I finish with, “How many scorned exes would come to these fucking meetings, Ofiara?”

  Standing up she walks quickly over to me, getting the drop on me, and slaps me hard across the face. “Don’t you fucking dare try that shit with me Vincent. There have only been two of you, and you should fucking shut your mouth about shit you don’t know. I am talking about the same ex that was an issue before and after we were together when I mention the ex from last night. I am sure that you know him, his name is Clutch.”

  “Clutch is your fucking ex? Why wouldn’t you have told me that when we were together? What the fuck were you trying to hide from me? What are you keeping from me now?”

  “I am not hiding anything from you, I am trying to tell you the things that I should have told you back then.”

  Taking a step back she goes on, “I guess that Clutch has not forgotten about me as easily as you have it seems, though.”

  Grabbing her wrists up in one hand and tugging her pony tail with the other, I answer the way my cock has been demanding since she walked back into my life. Fuck, since the first time I saw her.

  Taking her mouth in a kiss that burns us both, I lay her out on the couch. My Ofiara is not having any of this kiss to begin with, struggling against my tight hold. Eventually, bending her under the force of my kiss, I grab at her clothing, pushing up her skirt and ripping her panties down. Running my hand back up her thigh, I feel her shiver under my touch and reach for her pussy. Stroking lightly over her cunt, I hear a small moan coming from her lips, which are still firmly planted against mine, as I continue to consume her, I know that this is the place I have always wanted to be.

  No one and nothing will come between us again.

  “You have been the only one on my mind for five fucking years, don’t you dare question that. Just because I don’t want to hear about the men that you have let have you, or can’t make it through an hour without wanting to hear you crumble beneath me even when I am seeing red, don’t think that you will ever talk to me like that.”

  I don’t stop myself from reaching for the zipper of my pants and letting my cock free. In an instant I am pushing myself inside of her. Her cunt is so tight it is a struggle to get myself deeper in her. Pinching her clit roughly, I hear another moan escape her lips, and am rewarded with a stream of juices trying to escape her cunt. As soon as my dick feels that, I surge forward through the vice of her pussy, burying myself in my Ofiara to the hilt.

  As I look down, I see tears streaming down her face, so I pull out, knowing that this is not the way our reintroduction should be playing out. There is too much at stake to be making decisions with my dick and not thinking things through, what the fuck am I thinking? Why does this always seem to happen when I am around this red haired, green eyed, little vixen?

  Shoving my cock in my pant
s I walk out of the room without a word, heading for my bike and an exit from this fucked up situation, yet again. Lighting up a cigar before starting up my bike, I need to clear my head before trying to talk with my Ofiara again.

  ~Chapter Twenty-Four~

  ~Ember

  As I make my way back outside in a total daze at what the fuck just happened between Vincent and myself, I am not sure how much time has passed. I know that I am a complete wreck inside and out, and Pearl must notice that, instantly leaving the men with the kids and taking me back into the house.

  “Ember, honey, tell me what’s going on. What happened between you and Doc? Here, let me get you something to drink. What would you like, hon?”

  Without missing a beat, I answer, “Jack.”

  “Oh, yeah, sounds about right.”

  Walking over to the cupboard Pearl takes out the Jack and pours it into a tumbler. Carrying it over to me, I down the contents in a quick gulp and look up to Pearl. Without having to ask for more, she returns to the cupboard and fills the glass again, walking back over and sitting herself down next to me before handing the glass over.

  “Talk Ember, tell me what the fuck went on, and what is going on, between you and Doc.”

  “It’s a long story. I had been in a relationship with Clutch, the Prez of the Knights MC, when I was a runaway at sixteen. After two years and finally finding the courage to leave him and that shady fucking club, I ended up meeting Vincent. Vincent and I used to date, no fuck, no, I don’t know what we were. I was so fucking young at the time.”

  “Vincent? Who the fuck is Vincent?” Slowly realizing I was talking about Doc she goes on, “oh, okay got it. Sorry Ember, go on.”

  “Pearl, after maybe six months of fucking Vincent, and seeing him a lot more than I should have been as an eighteen-year-old, I ended up having to leave. Clutch tracked me down one night after Vincent had gone out on a run. He raped and beat me for days. When he finally went out to get something and thought I was near death so he didn’t worry that I would run, I fucking left and never looked back. I had found out that I was pregnant about a week before this happened, and really thought that I had lost the baby during the repeated rapes and beatings. When I finally stopped running I got checked out and the baby was still hanging on strong.”

  Moving onto the couch with me she says, “Ember, I am glad that the men thought to bring us together, they really do have big hearts, even though they don’t show them to just anyone.”

  “I see it when I watch them looking at you, Pearl. Last night at the Dungeon they looked at you with such devotion, longing, and love, it was moving to watch. It made me long for it again.” My eyes darken as I go on, “Vincent thought when I left town that I was leaving him because I didn’t care for him or want to be with him, but that could not be further from the truth. He is the only man that has ever been in my heart, well, of course, that is except for my son. My son is a part of him, a spitting image, so he’s been close to my heart all a long.”

  “Of course you named your son after his father. That is what the men were talking about when they were discussing Vincent last night. He really does have the look of his father, it must have been hard to have to be reminded of his father daily.”

  “Not hard Pearl, I love his father and seeing him so much in his son only made me feel that we were still connected or linked in some way. I would not have even thought about leaving if Clutch hadn’t tracked me down and warned me away from Vincent, he told me he would not only kill me, but that he would kill Doc before me, and make it painful, if he ever caught me with him again. That was something that I could not have on my conscious.”

  “Oh Ember, you were so young to be that scared and alone. Why did you end up coming back to Chicago then, seeing that Clutch had made threats against both you and Doc?”

  “My father. I ran away from my stepmother more than my daddy. She was driving me crazy and I just had to get away. When I found out that he was dying a few months back, I knew that I needed to come home and spend some time with him before he was gone.”

  “You have been through too much in your life. Did you and Doc come up with any answers while you were talking? He left quickly, were you able to see eye to eye on anything?”

  “No, I really didn’t get to explain much or even talk for that matter. He was yelling at me for leaving, not telling him that Clutch was the ex I had talked about with him, but mainly for not telling him about Vincent. I don’t even know what he knows about those days after he left on that run. He didn’t ask me about what happened or why I left. He just accused me of not caring about him and just leaving him without letting him know about his own flesh and blood.”

  “If there is one thing that I have learned, it is that men need time for all things. Doc will realize that a big part of the picture when you left is missing, and he will come back and want to talk to you about it. Don’t doubt that for one second.”

  “He is just so angry, Pearl. I know and understand that I left with no warning, but he didn’t even hear me out. Before I started talking about when he went on that run just before I left, he started accusing me of sleeping with a bunch of Doms at the club. I can’t deal with that shit. He needs to hear me out and know why I left.”

  Reaching an arm around my shoulder, she adds “He will get there, it will just take a little time. I agree with Markus and Abraham that you spending the week up in Milwaukee with us might be the best bet for all involved. You and Vincent can get away, and Doc will be able to chill out for a little while before you two have at it again.”

  “No Pearl, I couldn’t do that to you and the girls, it wouldn’t be right for me to impose. I just won’t feel right about it you have given me so much already. I am sure the men have a plan or idea in place that will be just fine without me having to impose on you in Milwaukee.”

  “Ember,” her tone darkens a bit, “you will come to Milwaukee and you will do what it is that Markus and Abraham want. If you will not answer to them, then you will answer to me.”

  Looking up with wide eyes, I know that my cheeks have flushed and am instantly aware of my submission to her domineering demands.

  Leaning into me, Pearl lightly presses her lips against my forehead and says, “You need to be taken care of and worshiped by a man, Ember. You need to be strong enough to stand up for whatever it is that you need. It has taken me a long time to learn that, hopefully you will learn the lesson quicker than I did.”

  “Let’s go get the kids and men and have lunch before I put the girls down, then we can get packed up to head to Milwaukee. I am sure Country will be coming, so he can run home and get his stuff while we eat lunch. Then he can take you to your place to get some of your and Vincent’s stuff packed up. Then, when the girls wake up we can hit the road.”

  “Pearl, I really don’t think that…” the look that I get from Pearl lets me know that whatever my train of thought might be, it is unacceptable. “Okay Pearl, thank you.”

  As we make our way out back, Pearl tells me that she will keep Little Vincent so that it is easier for me to make this trip short and sweet.

  Looking around once I get back to my place, I know that I need to pack up a weeks’ worth of our stuff and am quick to do so. I don’t need much and neither does Little Vincent, thankfully. As we are leaving my house, I hear a motorcycle behind us, and without looking know in an instant that it is Vincent.

  ~Chapter Twenty-Five~

  ~Doc

  As soon as I calm down I head back to Blaze’s house, and see Country and Ember leaving just as I am pulling up. Not knowing where they are headed I follow behind them, making sure to keep my distance, when I notice some Knights on their trail as well.

  When I pull up near to Embers house, I park the bike a block away, watch Country and Ember make it into the house safely, then watch to see what those fuck wit Knights do, before calling Blaze to let him know that she has a tail. Giving chase to them for a short while, I hope that I would have been able to track the
m down and give them a piece of my fucking mind or fists, but am not so lucky, this time at least. Blaze is glad to know that I am there, but also a little pissed off that I am trailing behind her with no order to do so.

  Trying to explain to him again that she and I go beyond the shit that he knows to be going on, he lets me know quickly that I am fucking wrong about the reasons behind her leaving. He doesn’t fucking hesitate to tell me that he knows more about the situation than me, or I would have never walked out of the house either this morning when I found out about my son, or this afternoon when I found out about Clutch. He lays into me about the way that I have continued to walk out on Ember, instead of standing up and taking what I want or giving her what she needs. Telling me that no man would keep leaving the woman that was meant for them, no matter what.

  Wondering what the fuck he means by this, I am about to get into it with him, when I notice Country and Ember coming back out of the house and cut off the phone. Following behind them, I notice that they are not going back to Blaze’s, but instead headed in the direction of Ember’s mother’s house. While we were together I never met her or the father, but we had spoken of them and she had told me stories of growing up in this house.

  I remember her telling me about how close her and her father were. That they would spend hours together doing her school sports, shopping, or just sitting around talking. It all changed in middle school when he remarried and Ember’s new step-mom took over her role. She told me that her step-mom and her butted heads all the time, over everything. Her step-mom would belittle and berate her for everything: her hair, her body, her whole being. When her dad started to side with his new wife, that is when Ember left.

  Cutting the engine of the bike, I watch Country and Ember get out of the truck, heading to the door of her childhood home. Ember turns and looks at me, before continuing into the house and the memories of our past fade away.