Grace jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when she was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Grace out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.
Grace knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of her through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”
I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”
Grace bounced into the shower, closing her eyes and soaking her blonde hair. Her hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”
I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”
“You're abnormally thick and long,” she replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip as she deftly stroked me. She was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Grace kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch her hand away from my manliness before it was too late.
I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It's her turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I felt up her breasts, massaging and kneading them. I stuck my index finger into Grace's mouth and she sucked on me hard.
“I'm so ready for you,” Grace murmured.
I moved my hand between her thighs and grazed her sex. Grace moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery that it was almost too easy. She collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed her hard as I forced my fingers deeper and deeper.
“That feels so good, Tanner. Please don't stop,” Grace yelled.
I pinched her erect nipples and I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her body reacted with a spasm every time I pulled in and out. I could feel her tighten around me. She was close. I curled my fingers and pushed against her wall. Grace opened her mouth and let out a groan, her body quivering all over.
The sight of her coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun her around and pinned Grace against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of her back and ran down her spine. She pushed out her ass until she met my erection. I was pressed right in between her ass cheeks and Grace rubbed me up and down.
“I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Grace's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling her. My fingers gripped onto her hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside her and Grace moaned at the top of her lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.
“Harder, Tanner,” she commanded.
I gathered her hair into a short ponytail and tugged, snapping her head back. I used her hair as leverage as I pounded her against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Grace.
“Wait for me,” she begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.
Grace came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Grace,” I moaned.
We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.
“'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”
I collected Grace in my arms and laid her against me. My heart was beating so fast against her back. No woman had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.
“What made you think of that?” she replied, looked back at me.
I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”
“The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”
“Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”
Grace nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”
I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”
“I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Grace laughed, pointing at my tattoo.
“Silly woman, that isn't real. But if an actual black widow was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”
Grace patted my leg. “Don't worry, Tanner, I'll protect you.”
I sneaked my hands under her armpits and tickled her until she apologized.
After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”
Grace wrapped my arms around her. “But it feels so nice in here.”
I smiled and raked my fingers through her hair. I never wanted to leave. Grace was someone I could actually commit to. A woman who was my equal. Someone I could love.
Chapter Twenty
Grace
The clock radio next to my bed started to ring at eight in the morning. My hand reached out from under the covers and searched around until I found the snooze button. Strong arms wrapped around me and a sculpted body spooned me from behind. I looked over to see Tanner all naked and smiling next to me.
“Good morning, Grace.” Tanner yawned.
“I didn't think you were the type of guy to stay the night.”
“There's always a first for everything.” Tanner kissed me and his morning breath didn't even bother me.
I rolled over and nestled in the nook between his arm and chest. “Can we stay in bed all day?”
Tanner traced his fingers across the bare skin of my arm. “I wouldn't want anything more.”
Was this really happening? Did I really sleep with the biker? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'd never felt this happy before. Not even when I graduated from med school or became a real doctor. I always thought I'd dedicate my life to my career—that it would be enough to satisfy me.
I didn't know what I was missing.
I felt this overwhelming love for Tanner. I'd only known him for a short while but it felt right. Felt like we belonged together. But could this really work? We were so different. Could I stay with an outlaw?
“Do you think we could really work together?”
Tanner lifted my chin until his gaze met mine. “Don't we deserve to be happy?”
I kissed him, feeling his strong embrace. “Yes,” I replied. “How about some breakfast?” I asked.
Tanner nodded. “Sounds fantastic. I didn't know you knew how to cook.”
I laughed. “I don't actually. My sister Rachel has been doing all the cooking even though she isn't very good either.”
Tanner cocked an eyebrow.“She's the one that said she'll kill me if I hurt you, right?”
I sucked my lips in. “Yep, she's the one. I'm sorry, she's actually pretty harmless.”
Tanner hid behind the sheets. “I think I'll stay here why you go find us some breakfast.”
I swung my legs over him and straddled his hips. “Don't tell me the great Tanner King is afraid of a girl?”
Tanner swung a pillow out of nowhere and hit me right in the face. He could barely contain his laughter. I scoffed and grabbed my own pillow, swinging with all my might. My hit didn't even phase him. Tanner attacked with his t
ickling that rendered me useless. I fell over and Tanner rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His dark eyes gazed into mine, his lips all serious.
“I'm never going to leave you, Grace Holmes.” He bent down and bit my bottom lip.
“You better not, or I'll hunt you down,” I replied, kissing him passionately.
Maybe an outlaw and a doctor could actually be together?
Epilogue
Grace
It was the perfect day for a picnic. The sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. A huge crowd was gathering in the park for the annual picnic in Sacks County. I looked to the other end of our flannel blanket and Tanner was sitting up, unloading our lunches from the picnic basket.
I lay back and soaked up the sun, holding my swollen belly. I stretched out my legs and arms, the diamonds on my wedding ring reflected back at me.
“How's our boy doing?” Tanner asked.
“Kicking a lot out. I think he's ready to leave.”
“I can't wait. Remember our wedding?”
“How could I forget? One hundred bikers and my small family,” I replied.
“I'm glad I got to meet your parents,” he said.
“I'm just glad that they finally made up with Rachel. I felt so bad when we got engaged and I had to move out.”
Tanner reached his hand over to mine. “Where is she by the way?”
I looked around and found her walking over with Claire. “How's my little pumpkin?” Rachel said, rubbing my belly.
Claire kneeled down next to me. “What's his name going to be, Grace?”
“We were thinking about Isaac.”
Her eyes glistened as she smiled and felt my belly. “He's going to be a strong boy like his father.”
Tanner nodded and I laughed. “Yeah but hopefully he doesn't come out with a black widow tattoo already.”
We watched the other MC members set up for the picnic. Big Mike brought over a giant barbecue and he was cooking burgers and hot dogs. Caleb and Slade were sitting at a table arguing over whose Harley was better.
Tanner lay next to me. “Are you happy, Grace?”
I looked over at him concerned. “Why do you ask? Can't you see the smile on my face?”
“I know but I just want to know if you're truly happy being with me.”
I held his face in my hands. “We've had our ups and downs but I wouldn't change anything. We're about to become a family.” I put his hand on my belly and Tanner felt Isaac kick. “We made that and he's ours.”
Tanner almost started crying. My strong King. My heart couldn't handle the amount of love I felt for him right now.
“I love you, Mr. King.”
Tanner kissed me. “Love you too, Mrs. King.”
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Nothing Can Stop Me...
Emily
I'm the new Sheriff and my job is to protect and serve. But this town doesn't think a woman can handle it. I'm going to give em' hell.
When the hotshot outlaw, Caleb, swaggers into my office, I'm ready to put the cuffs on him.
I can't stand his cocky smile and ink-covered body. Caleb believes he's above the law and I'll lock him up if he goes too far.
I can't let his bad boy charm get to me—but that desire raging in his eyes, his rough hands bending me over…
Caleb
I'm hardwired to f**k and forget.
All-out war is inevitable and the new Sheriff thinks she can stop it. Brunette, busty, and begging to be pounded, Emily thinks she can control me.
I'll take her once and throw her away like the rest of the trash.
War is coming and not even Emily's sexy-as-hell body can stop me.
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Chapter One
Caleb
The sun shined brightly on the day of the Sacks County Annual Picnic. The Black Widow MC was out in full force to support the community. It was a tradition for us to donate a sizable contribution and cook the food every year. The Black Widows sometimes got a bad rap for being murderers and thieves and this was the one time of the year we could talk with people face-to-face and change their perceptions.
Big Mike was on the grill cooking burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. He was a fucking giant man and the Sgt-at-Arms in the club. If we ever needed to get out of a sticky situation, Big Mike was ready and willing with no questions asked. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but he was extremely effective at his job.
“You're going to burn those patties if you don't flip them,” I told him, patting him on the back.
Big Mike turned towards me and showed off his brand new apron that said: Grillmaster. “Don't mess with the Grillmaster.”
I put my hands up to surrender. “By all means, Grillmaster, carry on.”
A light blue Frisbee came spiraling out of nowhere and I barely ducked out of the way. A bunch of kids came running over and froze in their tracks when they saw my leather cut and menacing Black Widow spider on the back.
I smiled and picked up the Frisbee. “Go long,” I announced, throwing the disc as far as I could.
“Thank you,” the children screamed in unison, running away. The town was afraid of us and we needed to fix that. The Black Widow MC didn't hurt innocents. We kept the streets clean of rapists and pedophiles—we did the dirty work that Sheriff Mendoza couldn't do.
I walked over to Tanner and Grace sitting on a picnic blanket on the grass. The scene was right out of a movie. “You two look like a lovely couple,” I said.
Tanner grinned and stood up to embrace me. “How's it going, Veep?”
Grace strained to stand and I stopped her, helping her back to the ground. “No no, lady. You stay off your feet.”
Grace waved my hand away and stood up, holding her swelling belly. “I don't need your help yet, Caleb. Another few months and you guys might need a crane to carry me to the hospital.”
“Thought of a name yet?” I asked.
Grace looked at Tanner and smiled. It was clear she loved him dearly. “We were thinking of Isaac.”
My heart warmed at the name and my eyes began to water. Isaac was the MC Treasurer until he was tragically gunned down last year. I watched him die in Tanner's arms. It was a hard time for the MC but things were beginning to look better. “I think that name would be perfect,” I replied, taking Grace's hands. “Congratulations and Tanner, don't fuck this up.”
Tanner narrowed his eyes at me and laughed. “You don't have to worry Caleb, Grace will kill me if I mess this up.”
Grace threw a glance at Tanner and ran her finger across her throat.
I left them laughing and wondered how Tanner could ever be happy in a relationship. Like most of the other MC members, our relationships were limited to one-night stands and prostitution. I fucked a different girl every night. Fuck and Forget—that was the MC motto. Tanner should have remembered that.
I stopped under the shade of trees and rested against the trunk. Big Mike was serving food to a long line of hungry people. Slade was hitting on a set of blonde twins with big fake tits next to the playground. His long dark hair made him look like h
e was from a 80's Metal band but the chicks loved it.
“Nice day out, eh, Caleb?” I turned around to find Mason approaching me. The gray in his hair was more and more evident as time passed. Mason was like a father to us all and I'd follow him to the depths of hell if he asked me to.
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