Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
Doc
Having her in my arms is definitely a dream come true.
I know she feels as though I’m moving too slow, but it’s not because I don’t want her.
In the beginning, it was because she was actively detoxing and her well-being took precedence over any desire I had.
Plus, I was running around like the proverbial chicken with my head cut off, so I didn’t have the physical energy left to devote to showing her what she means to me.
Now, however, is a different story. Many of the victims have gone to several in-patient facilities while a few who were utilizing the outpatient resources through the clinic have come back to that.
In short, outside of checking on Pokey every time I’m in the clubhouse, and working at the clinic, I’m able to focus on my woman.
She’s put some of the weight she lost back on and has started working out in the gym at the clubhouse to regain the muscle she lost while being bound to a cot, starved and drugged.
Plus, she is spending time outside, getting some natural Vitamin D, and her skin, which was sallow and unhealthy looking, now glows with health and resilience.
But when her lips touch mine? I realize that she’s giving me the green light, so I slant her head and deepen the kiss.
As our tongues duel, I feel myself harden and realize that our first time is in danger of happening on the floor of this barn unless I can slow us down enough to go back to my room inside the clubhouse.
Pulling back slightly, I murmur, “Unless you want me to strip you bare and bend you over the sawhorse, we need to go back inside, sweetheart.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she sasses, smiling at me. “But you’re right, I’m not really a fan of getting dirt and sawdust in sensitive places.”
Laughing, I help her settle back on her feet then grab her hand in mine. “Then let’s head back to the clubhouse, because I’m not fond of that either. Not to mention the fact that anyone could come in and that’s simply not allowed for them to see you like that.”
Her giggles float in the air as she says, “Alpha caveman.”
“All day, every day, especially where you’re concerned.”
One of the things I love about Gretchen is that she’s not a shy, wilting violet.
Yes, she had a few bad weeks, and I know she’s working with Beth to overcome the guilt she carries and feels about being abducted and getting hooked on drugs again.
However, she’s tackled each obstacle as it’s hit her, not shying away from the hard days.
When she flops onto the bed, bouncing slightly, I chuckle, then burst into laughter when she exclaims, “Take me, I’m yours!”
“You’re quoting movies to me right now?” I ask as I remove my boots and slide in so I’m on my side looking down at her.
“Eh, tomayto, tomato,” she teases. “I’m just ready to get to the good stuff is all.”
“And how do you know it’s gonna be good?” I question, my tone light and teasing.
“Have you seen yourself in scrubs, Doc?” she retorts.
I snort and counter, “Uh, yeah, wear them daily at the clinic.”
“Okay, well, you may not notice because you’re a guy, but there’s not much left to the imagination when you’re wearing them,” she says. “Trust me, I’ve got one helluva imagination.”
I shake my head because underneath her teasing, I can tell she’s a little bit nervous, but she doesn’t have to worry at all. The bottom line is she’s mine until one of us draws our last breath.
“Well, first things first, we’re both wearing too many clothes,” I murmur against her lips before I start kissing her again.
Before long, clothes are flying off the side of the bed until we’re both naked, our ragged breaths mingling.
Her body, even with the scars on her leg that she broke so long ago, is stunning.
She’s still a bit underweight, but she’s been using our gym and also spending a lot of time outside with the horses.
Her curves are slowly coming back, as is her musculature.
Top it off with the glowing tan she’s now sporting, and my fingers are curling in need, not knowing where to start.
“Who knew all of this was hiding beneath your scrubs?” she asks, grinning at me as her hand moves across my torso until she’s stroking my six-pack. “I mean, I suspected as much, but the visual is so much better than I even imagined!”
“I can say the same about you,” I reply, before I lean in and lightly nip her collarbone, causing her to shiver. “Did you like that?”
“Mmhm,” she mumbles. “I want more, please.”
“Since you said please so nicely,” I say, “I’ll definitely oblige."
As I suck a nipple between my lips, her back bows slightly and she moans.
I feel her breast get heavy as I continue to suck, lick, and lightly nibble until her nipple is turgid and she’s panting.
Her legs are moving restlessly, and I know she just wants to ‘get right to it’ but at the same time, I plan to take my time and enjoy the moment.
I move down her body, licking, sucking enough to leave a mark, while my hands continue to roam until I’m between her splayed legs.
“I’ve reached the promised land,” I say, my breath causing the trimmed patch of hair between her legs to move.
I can see how wet she is, her desire glistening between her folds.
When I swipe my tongue through the wetness, her taste bursts on my lips and I’m the one who moans.
Sweet, tangy, pure fucking ambrosia.
Before I settle in, I look up at her and demand, “Watch me make you fall apart, Gretchen.”
“Don’t know if I can,” she murmurs, her head moving side to side on the pillow. “But I’ll try.”
“It’s all I can ask,” I reply as I wait until she props herself up enough so she’s able to see what I’m doing. When I catch her gaze, I wink and then smirk when I see her face pinken. Maybe my girl is a little bit shy after all.
I go back to what I had started to do and lose myself in her essence, adding my index finger and slowly pumping it in and out while she writhes above me. “Doc,” she keens as I feel her pussy begin to flutter.
“You gonna come on my tongue and finger, baby?” I ask, increasing my ministrations.
“Yes!” she screams as her back bows up and she explodes all over my tongue and finger.
I ease off when she starts acting as though she’s gotten too sensitive, slowly crawling up her body until I’m hovering over her.
My dick is rock hard, leaking pre-cum, and pressed against her entrance, but first, I need to kiss her.
As our tongues duel, her tiny sighs and mewls have me nearly coming before I ever get inside of her.
“Ready for more?” I question.
“God, yes,” she murmurs, her hands caressing my shoulders and arms. “Please, Doc, hurry up and get inside of me before I die!”
Chuckling, I slowly enter her warm, hot sheath and watch her face as I fill her to the brim. When I’m fully seated, I lace our fingers together then say, “No takebacks now, Gretchen, you’re mine now.”
“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” she sasses as she wraps her legs around my hips and raises her pelvis to meet my slow, measured thrusts.
Soon, the only sound in my room is our sweaty skin as it slaps together, and our mingled moans as we each chase our releases. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” I grunt out, as I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. “You gonna come around my dick?”
“If you keep doing that little swivel thing, it’s a sure bet,” she manages to gasp.
I’m now relentlessly pounding into her willing body, trying to hold off my orgasm until I feel her pussy start to spasm against me.
When she screams, I let myself go and in three more thrusts, I’m joining her, calling out her name as I empty myself into her body.
Somehow, before I collapse onto her, I manage to roll us, so she’s sprawled on top of me, both of us struggling to catch our breath.
“Holy fuck,” I mumble. “Not trying to drag anyone else in here with us, but you’re hands down the best I’ve ever had, baby.”
“Same,” she replies. “Uh, one thing, though. I’m not on birth control, Doc, and based on how wet I am right now, you didn’t put on a condom.”
“Are you mine?” I ask.
“Well, yeah,” she retorts, in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
“Then it’s not an issue. If something happens, it happens, because now that I’ve had you bare, there’s no fucking way I want anything between us.”
“I should get on birth control then, huh?” she asks.
“Yeah, but it’ll probably be a moot point since we’re doing that again as soon as I recover.”
“I need a nap first.”
“Well, if I was safe before, it’s a sure bet now that I’m probably not,” she says, hours later and after multiple times of soul-gutting sex with not a hint of protection used.
“Eh, like I said, it’s a non-issue for me, unless you never wanted to have kids,” I reply as I slip a T-shirt on then slide my cut onto my shoulders.
“Just remember you said that if it happens,” she teases as we walk out of my room and head downstairs for something to eat.
“Since I plan to wife you up as soon as you give me the green light, it’s not likely I’ll forget,” he says as we enter the main room to cheers and boots stomping the wooden floors.
I watch her face turn beet red as she ducks her head. Rio walks up, claps me on the shoulder and with a smirk, says, “Looks like another brother has fallen.”
“Looks that way,” I reply as I move us toward the food warmers that the women have set up. Handing her a plate, I take one of my own and we soon find ourselves sitting with Rio and Issy.
“I saw the camper they’re redoing for you,” Issy says to Gretchen.
“Yes! I’m so excited to see it when it’s done,” she replies.
“Well, plan on having a space on food alley when we have our next rodeo,” Issy tells her. “Because what you make seems to be very popular these days.”
“Can I donate my profits to Hope House?” Gretchen asks. “That might draw even more buyers.”
“I don’t see why not,” Issy says. “Rafe? What do you think?”
“I think Beth will be over the moon,” Rio replies. “We already donate a portion of the gate ticket sales to them, so this will allow them to help even more women.”
“Then it’s settled,” Issy states.
I chuckle because she’s a force to be reckoned with most of the time, but I’m thrilled that my brother finally got his head out of his ass and claimed his woman.
She’s been his since they were kids, anyhow, and while their dynamic might not work for a lot of people, it does for them. Just like Gretchen and I work.