Ava missed what Emily said next as she skipped out of the room. She stopped at the foot of the stairs leading up to the president’s private quarters and held up a newly acquired bear toy for Sticks to see, who gave Emily a high-five before pointing at Doc and her and saying something.
Emily nodded, and Shakespeare walked up behind them, scooping her up and blowing a giant raspberry on her tummy. Emily’s shriek of laughter was loud enough to probably be heard by everyone in the clubhouse, and Shakespeare put her on his shoulder and bounced across the room and out the back, likely to help Maggie with setting the table. It was one of Emily’s favorite jobs.
They’d spent a lot of time here and everyone had taken the small child under their wing. Not once had they felt unwelcome. Just the opposite, in fact. She and Emily had been supported in every way. She was yet to go back to work, and yet food had been plenty, appearing in the cupboard and fully cooked meals in the refrigerator, just waiting to be heated up. Mrs. Bryan had still looked after Emily a couple of days a week, but the rest of the time, there’d been no shortage of willing helpers. It had helped Ava, too, having Emily’s babysitter being a six foot, tattooed biker. She was able to relax sometimes, for a half hour or so, when she knew Emily was on the compound with one of the Kings.
Ava shook herself out of her thoughts, placing the mug of tea on the countertop as Sticks approached. It was finally growing lukewarm, testament to just how long she’d been sitting there obsessing over stupid things. Sticks clapped Doc on the shoulder and shook his hand before pulling her into a hug. The man had scared her a little at first, but he’d been warm and welcoming. Protective. All of them were. Whatever happened next, this was where she needed to be. It felt like home, whether at the clubhouse or back at her—their—house. Doc had moved in the same day they’d returned, simply refusing to leave, and little by little, his stuff had appeared. Emily was adoring having her daddy there full-time, and to Ava it just felt right.
“Why don’t you two head off?” Sticks said. “Shakespeare’s got Emily covered with a movie marathon for at least the next couple of hours, and Vlad’s put church off until tomorrow.” Ava had been waiting for that. The Jokers had been quiet for the past several weeks, and after a visit from the Sheriff, where it was obvious everyone knew exactly what had gone on but no one was owning up to a damn thing, he’d left, too. That was part of the reason her nerves were still fraying, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe after tomorrow, Doc would have a few more answers, ones he’d share with her. He’d been trying to keep her mind off anything to do with the whole mess, but she had to know the basics, or her mind would run away with a million different scenarios, none of them good.
Perhaps noticing her unravelling again, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “Sounds good, man. I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He smiled and took Ava’s hand over to where Shakespeare was setting up a sheet and projector. After several long minutes of hugs and kisses with their daughter, Ava was on the back of his bike, pressed against him as they roared through the streets. By the sleepy look on Emily’s face, the zoo trip had tired her out and Ava doubted she’d make it even halfway through the first movie, but she’d be safe sleeping on the couch in the club house. After a day of stupid fretting, she could use some alone time with Doc herself. Judging by the feel of the hard length that had pressed into her back when he’d pulled her against him, the doctor was definitely in. Snuggled against his back, toying with the flesh of his abdomen when she slipped a hand under his T-shirt and feeling him shiver, all of it washed the worry of the day away. When she was with Doc, her cares melted away. She knew she was safe.
They barely made it through the door before she pounced, pressing her lips hard to his. His biceps bulged under her touch as he leaned over and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Ava wrapped her legs around his slim hips, anchoring herself as her back was pushed against the door and he took her mouth. She ground herself against him almost senselessly. She had to feel, let the sensations of ecstasy wash everything else away.
Then he stopped.
She frowned, a tear appearing unbidden. What had she done wrong?
“Aw, hell, baby. Don’t cry.” He scooped her up once more, but this time carrying her over to the couch. Doc reached up and wiped away the tear that hovered against her lashes. “I’m sorry, babe. I just wanted to check in with you.” He frowned, brushing a hand against her jaw. “Make sure you were okay after today.”
Another tear appeared, this time for a different reason. Oh, her sweet man. She was sure when most people looked at Doc, sweet wasn’t the word they first thought of. He had height on his side, always had, and the years had filled him out, all lean flesh and rounded musculature straining the sleeves of his shirts. Add on his riding leathers and a few tattoos, and most people would steer clear. She knew better. Doc—for that’s who he was born to be—was the most caring, protective, gentle man she’d ever known. True, he could do the hard things that needed to be done too, but they were justified. He would never hurt an innocent. None of the Steel Kings would. They were where he belonged, and where she and Emily belonged, too. She could only hope that one day soon, when he was ready . . .
Ava gasped. She’d been so caught up in her thoughts that she’d missed Doc lowering to the floor, kneeling in front of her. Her hand shook and he reached out, clasping it in his and grounding her yet again. “Ava. We’ve lost so much time, I don’t want to waste a single second more. You and Emily, you’re my life, my being. You both are all I need and all I want.” A small box appeared from his jeans pocket, and a gasp escaped her lips, as another tear slipped down her face—this time one of joy. Doc’s face crinkled into a grin. “You sure know how to break my heart, Darlin,’ but you’ve also mended it. You gave me something I didn’t think was possible, something I didn’t think I’d ever have. A family. I promise to love you, to protect you, and to cherish you both, for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
The word “Yes” was all she got out before this time it was Doc taking over. His lips met hers as he wrapped her up in his arms, they both collapsing in a tangle of limbs on the couch. His weight was heavy, but Ava didn’t care a bit. Doc broke the kiss only to slide the gorgeous single-stone ring on her finger, then gathered her up in his arms and carried her down the hall.
“Bedroom, now.” He grinned again. “This couch doesn’t have nearly enough room for what I’m doing to you tonight.”
28
Doc
Damn, his girl was amazing. Incredible. Sensational. He couldn’t think of enough words to describe her. He’d watched Ava almost constantly since that night. At first, he refused to let either of his girls out of his sight, period. That had been fine, Emily wanting to sleep in the same bed as her mom for a good week. He’d stayed in a chair in the corner of the room, half dozing when his body simply would no longer stay awake. His brothers had offered to take his place, to stand sentry over the bedroom door, so he could get some rest. He was glad none of them had suggested they stay in the room as he was, because as much as he loved his brothers, he’d throat punch anyone who suggested they might like to watch Ava sleep. She was his, and if he had his way, would be his for the rest of their lives.
Happiness surged within him as the bedroom light caught a glint in the stone now resting on her finger. The lights were on every time he made love to Ava—because that was exactly what it was—so he could enjoy the view. His woman, splayed out waiting for him or writhing under him, either way it was a hell of a sight. And now she’d done what in his wildest dreams he never thought possible. She’d accepted him, him and everything his life meant. Yeah, there were going to be nights were he still watched over her and Emily. There would be nights where all was not so blissful. The Jokers had gone to ground, but they’d be back. He was sure of that. Right now, though, all was well, and he and Ava had precious time alone. The only thing to find out was how many times he could make her come before he finally thrust deep inside her and
lost his own control.
Just a few minutes before, he’d spilled his heart open, said all the words that had been brewing inside him since he’d first laid eyes on her. But now, no words were necessary. He could read everything he needed through her gaze and her touch. And God, he wanted to look his fill. Still cradling her, Doc walked them into the bedroom and placed her on the end of the bed before kneeling down before her. He took his time, kissing and sucking first at her lips, then her neck and down to her breast, removing clothing when it got in his way. Much too slowly and too fast all at once, she was naked before him. Still sitting on the end of the bed, as if she was awaiting his instruction. His cock swelled at the thought. The idea of being in complete control, dictating every movement, every orgasm. Damn, that was intoxicating. It would have to wait. Ava had different needs from him right now. But they’d get there. He’d make sure of it.
Tonight, though, she needed to feel connected. Safe. Pampered and loved. And it was his job to give her everything she needed for the rest of her life. He dropped one last lingering kiss on her lips and then walked to the head of the bed. Lying there, legs spread but still fully dressed, he beckoned her upward to lie between his legs. As she positioned herself on the bed, her hand grazed his cock, and Doc held back a groan. God, even that light a touch and he was about to blow his load. He was determined to make her come so many times she forgot her name first. Then he’d finally take his pleasure, buried in her warm heat.
He began the same way again, with warm kisses, but this time accompanied by his hand, caressing her breast, cupping and squeezing, before swiftly moving downward to do the same to her thighs. He kneaded the flesh there, reveling in the smell of her arousal as it grew stronger and her hand reached up to tangle in his hair. Ava pulled, prompting tiny pinpricks of pain through his scalp, and Doc grinned. His girl was telling him to get a move on. With fucking pleasure.
He moved his hand again, his fingers now tracing her sex—gently, lightly, waking up every nerve ending but not enough to make her come. Not yet. He would have her writhing and calling out his name before he gave her ecstasy. She shifted against him, pressing up hard and for a second, he nearly changed his mind, but then Ava let out a long shuddering breath and her head fell back against his chest. This. This was exactly what he wanted to give her, exactly what she needed. Mind-blowing pleasure and nothing else. No other voices, no other worries or stress crowding her mind. Just him and her—lovers finding pleasure in each other. Reminding her life was still wonderful.
He grabbed her chin, maneuvering her mouth to his and deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth and enjoying her unique flavor. He’d taste her musky arousal before long, her folds growing slick beneath his touch as he slipped a finger between them, circling her clit until her breath came in pants, then slipping a finger inside. Still, he kept kissing her, their lips never breaking contact despite the moans that fell from her. One finger pushed inside her pussy became two, and he pumped in and out of her faster, his palm pushing down hard on her clit with each pass. Just as she got close, so close she bit his lip, Doc withdrew his hand and rubbed at her clit furiously, then entered her again. Again and again, until she was a mess of sensation, moaning and pressing against him. Her hand flew up to find his face, holding desperately against him as her hips rose, humping his hand in abandon. Her hands clenched at his shoulders, and she pressed hard against his hand as she flew apart beneath his touch, shouting out his name. “Doc! Fuck, yes, fuck!” It wasn’t until she started to come down that he realized she’d used his road name. She’d accepted him, all of him, he knew that, but to hear it fall from her lips as he made her come. It unraveled him. He had to be inside her. Now.
He quickly stripped himself of his jeans and shirt, pausing only to drape his cut with respect on the back of the chair. The rest ended up in a pile on the floor. He didn’t bother with protection. Ava was his, and what happened happened. The only thing that could make their little family sweeter was a new addition. This time, he’d be there from the beginning. It likely wouldn’t happen right away, he knew, but damn they’d have fun trying. Doc moved back to the bed and turned Ava around so she was straddling him. Still wet from her orgasm, she didn’t need any words to read his intentions. Leaning forward, she grabbed his hard cock in her hand and guided it to her waiting pussy and then slid down, taking him in one stroke. Doc let out a groan as her sex clenched around him, encompassing him in tight warmth.
He locked eyes with her, watching as hers went hooded with desire. He might not have been able to wait to get inside her, but he would take one more orgasm from her before he sought his pleasure. His hands found her hips, and he pushed upward while rocking her on his cock, controlling every motion. Damn, she felt good. Likely still sensitive, she let out a little mew each time her clit came in contact with his pelvic bone, and she started to move, lifting herself up and down in opposition to his movements, pushing him deeper again inside. Puffs of breath came quickly, then moans on each one, and soon she was grinding above him just as she had moments before. He grinned. She was so responsive, and he fucking loved it. Loved being the one to drive her to the edge in just minutes on his hard dick. She was made for him, and he’d be whatever she needed for the rest of her life. Right now, she needed to come on his cock. He grabbed her hips again, their flesh slapping together as he pushed inside her further, fast and deep as his fingers gripped at her ass cheeks, holding her in place. In seconds, Ava clenched around him before her pussy pulsed in waves of contractions, taking him to the edge.
Damn, he wanted more before he finally came inside her tight core. Grabbing her and holding her tight against him, he ground his pelvis against her as she rode out her pleasure, then before she could catch her breath, flipped her over. Exhausted, Ava sank into the mattress, her ass positioned high in the air, waiting for his dick. The gorgeous curve of her hip caught his eye, coupled with her breasts moving as she wiggled, all waiting for him.
Unable to resist any longer, he gave her ass a short, sharp slap, almost losing control entirely at the sensual gasp that came from Ava. She finally broke her silence. “More, please,” she moaned, and Doc was only too happy to oblige. He reached forward and found her clit again, tweaking the sensitive nub while warming her ass with a series of caresses and slaps, until Ava was groaning with pleasure again, her hips jerking forward, and she pressed into the mattress, trying desperately to find the friction she needed to come again. He would give her what she needed.
Doc slid into her waiting pussy, his eyes rolling back as her heat enveloped him again. This time, there would be no holding back. Every pulse of her pussy was nearly his undoing. He just had to hang on long enough to make her come a final time before he would let go and fill her with his seed.
The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room again as his thighs met her ass as he pushed deep inside her, over and over again, as fast as he could move. Their shared groans filled the room as his fingers circled and tweaked her clit, taking her higher, until Ava could do nothing more but grip at the sheets and cry for him to go faster, harder. He obliged. His other hand held her hip, holding her in place as he pistoned in and out, pulling back almost to the tip before slamming back inside her.
Ava’s body moved desperately, senselessly grinding her ass against him as she begged for relief. Finally, she cried out as her pussy pulsed around his dick for the third time. Doc’s fingers dug into her hip as he sped up again, pushing his dick deep into her and let the pleasure sizzling against his spine go, spilling deep inside her as her pussy clenched around his dick, sucking every last drop.
Sometime later, it could have been minutes or hours, he had no idea, the doorbell rang. Sliding from bed so as not to wake Ava, Doc slipped on a T-shirt and his boxers before heading for the door. He had swept up his piece from the bedside table, just in case, but quickly locked it in a cabinet in the living room when he saw who was at the door. There stood Shakespeare, looking almost comical with a tiny, sleeping girl drap
ed over his shoulder. “She woke up and wanted Mom and Dad,” he explained, shrugging. “But fell asleep again on the ride over.” He looked over Doc’s outfit, a knowing grin on his face. “Sorry, man.”
Doc returned the grin. “Not at all, dude. Not at all.” He’d done exactly what he’d set out to do, given Ava some peace to relax and then lose her mind in pleasure, and now he had exactly what he needed, too. His family, at home and safe and ready to face tomorrow. That was all anyone could ask. He was a blessed man, indeed. He reached forward and exchanged the sleepy bundle with Shakespeare and lay his daughter in his arms, giving his brother a salute. “See you tomorrow.”
Shakespeare nodded and walked away. There would always be tomorrow, but right now he was going to take Emily back to bed and wake up in the morning with his two favorite girls by his side. Whatever the days to come brought, that was his life, and it was perfect. It was home.
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Also by Jamie Garrett
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Betrayal
Confession
Vengeance
DARC Ops
Darkest Hour (0.5)
Dark Secret
Dark Web
Dark Heart
Dark Control
Dark Threat
Dark Lies
Dark Salvation
Dark Discovery
Dark Enemy
Dark Escape
Dark Deception
Southern Heat
From the Ashes
Fighting the Flames
Burning the Past
Trial by Fire
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