Chapter 1
Doc – A Year Earlier
“Oh yes, oh my god,” Millie moans as I grip her bleach blonde hair in my fist and thrust my hips hard and fast. Her arousal mixing in with her moans echoing in the small room with each thrust, her pretty pussy wet as fuck, gushing over my cock.
Fuck she’s so responsive…
I grip her hip with my other hand, leaving marks on her and move my hips quicker, my spine tingling.
“Come for me, slut,” I growl, and she gasps and moans as her walls tighten around my cock, and she thrusts back on me, slapping sounds echoing as the bedpans on the shelf she’s leaning on rattle.
“Doc…Doc, your cock, oh my, yes…” Millie moans loudly, and I quickly let go of her hip and cover her mouth while tightening my grip on her hair. I thrust my hips even quicker, the force pushing her hips harder into the shelf continuously.
Fuck she’s going to feel this in the morning.
“I-I’m coming, baby,” she mumbles behind my hand, and I try not to pull away in disgust at the endearment and ram into her harder, and she screams which is muffled behind my hand. Her pussy is gushing with her orgasm as her walls squeeze me, I moan and quickly pull out.
I grab my condom covered dick and squeeze tightly, my cum pouring into the latex as my hand shakes and I breathe heavily through my orgasm as I remove the latex from my now limp cock, contentment and easiness filling me.
Fuck that was good after a busy day.
“Wow, wow, wow,” Millie mumbles, slumped on the shelves, her ass still hanging out, her skirt pulled up over her hips, and I grin.
She is thoroughly fucked and will most likely be sore for a few days, which is how I like to leave women I fuck.
“Thanks, Mills,” I chuckle as I pull my slacks up, just as my phone vibrates, and I grab it out of reflex.
Looking to see who it is I frown and mutter, “See you later,” to Millie as I walk out of the storage room, not looking her way again with my condom in hand, not stupid enough to leave it and answer my phone.
“Shadow,” I answer as I throw the condom in the trash and walk down the corridor towards the receptionist desk to sign out two of my patients before clocking off.
I should have done it before fucking Millie, but one of the patient’s mama was rubbing her hand over my cock every chance she got and I needed a fuck. Millie was willing and I’ve made sure to never fuck a patient or their mama…
That is risky business.
“Hey, Doc, I was just wondering when you’re clocking off?” he replies, and I check my watch and admit, “In about twenty minutes, I’ve just got two patients to discharge, why? Aren’t you on the run?”
Anchor chose Shadow to accompany him this time around with Dirty and Stone. They are meeting up with the Cartel, picking up some cocaine for the Huntsman MC while dropping off ammo to them.
He clears his throat and admits, “I am, I just, I forgot to take the extension contracts for Rebel’s Phoenix so Stone can get his torture chamber in the club. My builders need you to sign off on it before they can complete the finishing touches, but they’re at the house.”
Ah that explains why he’s calling me…
Shadow keeps his family life separate from his club life, well, except for his son Thunder who I grew up with.
He met his wife, Kathleen years ago and when he realized she had been through a lot he decided to keep her separate from club life knowing he had a lot of work to win her around.
She had a two-and-a-half-year-old child, whom she was prioritizing as a mother should, and was struggling to pay the bills, but wouldn’t accept his help.
Didn’t stop the fucker from falling in love with the woman and wormed his way into her life.
He gained the love of her daughter while his son ensured the woman saw him as hers, helping his dad out.
When he did finally win her around, Kathleen had one condition – no club affiliation in her daughter’s life.
She’d already lost her husband to gun and drug violence, she wouldn’t lose her daughter too. Kathleen's husband was gunned down on a job. He was apparently a cop and had been called out to a 911 call and rumors have it, his killers are still at large, but that isn’t the case.
Shadow killed the two fuckers who killed him, getting the revenge for his woman or so dad explained before making Kathleen his. He married her in a small ceremony with their kids and my dad in attendance, then adopted Kathleen’s daughter while Kathleen adopted Thunder.
Out of everyone in the club, only my dad has met his wife and daughter, fuck, I haven’t even met them yet.
“The house should be empty,” he admits quietly, “Kathleen is still at the mall trying to figure out what wedding anniversary gift to get me for next week, while Brittany should be at work still, I just…”
His words trail off, and I smile a little as I reach the reception desk and finish, “You don’t want to risk one of them being there and another brother meeting them.”
Shadow sighs, “I fucking love this club, Doc. It’s my life, you boys are my life, but I can’t have my family involved with the club. I promised Kathleen, and Thunder is three hours away picking up a truck for the club with your dad.”
I hum. Shadow has been wanting his girls to join the club and attend club parties, but he respects his wife’s wishes. The brothers all made a promise to stay clear, a promise we have kept.
“I’ll go,” I confirm, “I’ve got the keys in my office.”
Shadow sighs with relief, “Thank you, Doc. Like I said, the house should be empty. The contracts are on the coffee table in the living room, and uh, if you happen to find a kitten, do me a favor and grab the thing.”
I frown and ask, “You have a kitten?”
Shadow snorts and expresses, “No, I don’t. My daughter has a habit of bringing animals home from the street, and I’m pretty sure I saw a flash of a small black and white kitten this morning, but she claims I was seeing things.”
I laugh and reply, “Don’t wanna keep it?”
“Fuck no,” he chokes back, “If I give an inch, the girl will bring home all the animals dumped at the vet and never picked up again.”
I laugh again as I sign off the paperwork before handing it to a grinning Millie, her hair still a mess from our fuck session. I smirk as I walk away from the desk and head towards my office to grab the spare keys.
“Alright, brother, going to grab the keys. I’ll let you know if I find the kitten,” I chuckle, and he thanks me before hanging up, and I shake my head.
A fucking kitten…
Half an hour later, I pull up outside Shadow’s two story home with a wraparound porch and frown noticing the dark blue ford ranger parked in the drive.
I'm pretty sure Shadow said no one was home.
Maybe his wife is back early?
Fuck’s sake, I really hope she just left her car here. Kathleen has reservations about the club, and I get it, I do. Heck, Shadow is in agreement with her, and her daughter has no contact with us, but I promised Shadow I’d grab the contracts.
Turning off the ignition with a defeated sigh, I climb off my bike, putting the stand on before walking down the pebbled path, twirling the keys in my fingers.
The house looks quiet, so maybe she left her car parked there.
“One can hope,” I mutter, really not wanting to piss Shadow's wife off especially according to Thunder, she’s quite controlling.
I unlock the door and walk inside being greeted by a ‘meow’ and I look down with a smirk as I eye the black and white kitten, which looks up at me with its dark blue eyes.
Guess Shadow wasn’t imagining it.
Chuckling lightly, I bend down and pick the feline up as it meows again. I hold it as I shut the door and walk through the foyer to the living area, stilling as a sweet voice that sends shivers down my spine demands, “Put the kitten down, and no one gets hurt.”
My stomach tightens as my pulse races, the voice settling me which is weird as fuck… Wait, what did she just say?
I look towards the fireplace and holy fuck, I swallow my tongue.
I suck in a breath at the beauty before me with caramel hair in a messy ponytail and sapphire eyes I can get lost in.
My eyes take in her scrubs that do nothing to hide her delicious body. I suddenly have itch to feel every curve and dip, despite only getting my rocks off not even an hour ago. My cock perks up behind my slacks, liking what he sees.
I notice the fire poker in her hand, and I grin at her spunk and laugh seeing the vomit on her top.
She growls adorably as she grips the poker and demands, “I said put the damn kitten down, this is not a laughing matter!”
I clear my throat and nod before I tilt my head and say with amusement, “You are aware Shadow saw this little fella this morning, right? And uh, who vomited on you?”
The beauty, who I’m guessing is Brittany, his daughter who we are banned from going near, freezes for a moment before taking in my cut, not in a patch chaser way, but more to confirm who I am, and she winces seeing the roaring lion on the left side.
I laugh again as she slowly lowers the poker then drops it on the floor and admits, “Tinkerbell vomited on me, an eight-year-old collie, I was just coming home to change.”
I hum as I nod, while the kitten meows again, and I smile slightly.
“I can see why you rescued this little fella, he’s kind of cute, Tinkerbell,” I admit, the nickname slipping out, and the beauty clears her throat again.
I look at her as she admits, “Well, I uh, I actually stole her…”
Ah, so she’s a her… Wait, did she just say?
What the…?
I look at Brittany in shock, and she gives me a, ‘I had no choice wince.’
“You stole her?” I confirm, and she nods once, then groans, “I heard the owner brag about throwing her to his bulldog as a chew toy! I did what I had to and lied, claiming she died.”
Okay…
I blink then blink again before murmuring, “Shadows going to flip…”
The kitten meows again, and she sighs, “I’m going to have to rehome her, aren’t I?”
I grin as I stroke the little thing's head and murmur, “Nah, I think Shadow will let you keep her.”
Brittany snorts, “You don’t know my dad very well, then, huh?”
I smirk as I look at the beauty, my heart racing more just at the mere sight of her.
Now I know why he went along with Kathleen's plan to keep the club away from his family so easily, she is fucking gorgeous.
“I’ve known Shadow all my life,” I admit, and she frowns then looks over my cut again before her brows shoot high, seeing the pres stitching.
“Now why would the president of the Rebels be in my home?” she asks cautiously, and I grin and admit, “He asked me to pick those up,” and I nod to the contracts on the table. She nods in understanding as she picks them up and walks them over.
“You still live at home?” I ask, and she admits, “Kind of, I’ve been slowly moving out. My mama, she worries and Dad asked me to stay a little longer to ease her into me moving out.”
I smile softly at her as she hands me the contracts, then takes the kitten from me, her fingers grazing mine and fuck me sideways…
The sparks that rush through me, the fucking shocks.
Brittany frowns at the sensation as she eyes her hand, showing me she also felt it before she shakes her head, then smiles at the kitten.
“What are you naming her, Tinkerbell?” I ask as I look at the woman intently, who narrows her eyes slightly at me at the nickname that I honestly think suits her, before looking back at the kitten. It makes me tense, needing her eyes to look back at me, needing her whole attention on me.
The urge to cup her cheeks and force her to look at me consumes me, but I hold it back while my heart races.
What is so different about her to get this kind of reaction from me?
Why do I feel like I need to pull her into my arms and never let her go?
“Angel,” she whispers as she looks up at me and our eyes connect, her sapphire ones full of innocence, pulling me in.
I can feel my pulse race as a voice whispers, ‘she’s your one,’ and a little bit of fear hits me, knowing claiming her could never be an option, dating in secret maybe, but not claiming.
Not with the fear her mama has, not with the promise every brother made her father, that I, the fucking president made.
I can’t walk away, though. I want to get to know her, I want to consume her, to be selfish.
For the first time in years I want something for me, even if only for a short time.
Fuck, Shadow is going to kill me.