Six
S he was driving a little faster than I’d expected in this posh Mercedes of hers, and I felt a bit smug obviously, because she was so fucking horny, she could barely catch her breath. I couldn’t wait to get her naked and spend a few hours teasing and tormenting her in bed. Sex is equal parts pleasure and pain, right? She looked like she needed a good hard fuck, but could she give as good as she gets? That remained to be seen, just like her fucking body did.
Honestly, after that session with Lissa, this was just the wind-down I needed to get my fucking cool back. Taking her to the clubhouse, when there was a raping murderer somewhere among my brothers? Yeah, that wasn’t fucking happening, and I didn’t want any of them knowing about her at all. Lissa clearly knew something, but she was like a vault of our secrets, so that wasn’t a concern. None of my brothers were around when I got in her car, so I think we’d kept our secret for now.
“This is your place?” Talk about a posh house to go with her posh car. What was she doing slumming it anywhere near the clubhouse? There were higher end therapy options for someone in her obviously higher wage bracket than most of us.
“It… it was my parents’ place.” Huh. I followed her to the door, feeling more out of place here than I’d felt in a long time, because for a guy like me, with tats and a cut, this so wasn’t the kind of area you’d expect to see that. How long before the cops cruised by after being warned of such an unsavoury type in the area.
“Doc?” She turned to look at me as she unlocked the door.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
She frowned, glancing around us, as she tried to figure out what my game was.
“Here?”
“You ashamed? Because if you’re ashamed, then you probably don’t want the pleasure I’m offering you.”
She groaned, stepping closer to me, her breath getting kinda ragged again.
“Why here?”
“So your neighbours don’t think I’ve got a gun at your back or something.”
She suddenly started to giggle, but I was deadly serious. That was the difference between people like her and people like me. It wasn’t a concern for her, because nobody would suspect her of anything. Me? Me, they’d accuse of anything that happened in the area for the next year, and probably the last one too.
“Now, doc, or I’m gone.”
She practically threw herself at me, her mouth crashing against mine as I caught her and held her tight against me, kissing her back, and taking control of the kiss as soon as I could. The woman was like a fucking goddess, tonguing me back as vigorously as possible. I couldn’t wait to see how fucking fiery she’d be when she was naked and taking my cock.
“Get inside, I need you naked right fucking now, doc.”
Grace
W hat was I doing? Nothing I was about to put a stop to, that’s for damn sure. I’d wanted him for so long, and he was right here, and he kissed like a god. If his tongue was that agile, I wanted it everywhere.
We stepped inside my house, and I closed and locked the door, leaving us standing about two feet apart and practically eye-fucking each other. Torch was here, in my home, and he wanted me. I knew he’d wanted me for a while, but he never knew I felt the same way until now, unless I hadn’t hidden my attraction as well as I thought.
“We gonna fuck then?” Torch stepped closer, erasing the distance between us with one swift move. He reached up and gently teased a few stray hairs from my face, brushing my cheek with his fingers.
“God yes,” I finally breathed, and a wicked grin suddenly lit up the whole room. Wow, he was even more gorgeous when he smiled.
“Where?”
I looked around my tidy, barely lived in, open plan living room and kitchen. Did I really want to have sex somewhere other than my bed? I hadn’t done that before. I was a little unadventurous sexually, usually letting myself be led by whatever things my partner was into. Was he the kind to fuck anywhere? Would he prefer a bed?
“Doc, I’m getting blue balls here. You wanna pick a fucking location, so I can get you naked?”
I opened my mouth to speak, and his phone starting ringing in his pocket and he cursed, dragging it out and sighing as he saw who was calling him. It was clearly someone important, because he lifted a finger as he answered it. Was that a ‘shut up while I talk’ finger, or an ‘I won’t be long’ finger. I wanted it to be an ‘I’m going to fuck you with this finger’ finger.
“Pres? Everything okay?”
Torch suddenly rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and sighed heavily.
“Jesus, yeah. No, you’re right, I should have checked in or something. I bumped into an old friend, and we’re at uh… her place.”
A friend? An old friend? As in I looked old? I found myself wondering if I looked old to Torch. Was this a pity fuck? He frowned in my direction, and caught my hand as I lifted it to my face. He shook his head at me, and squeezed my fingers lightly, not releasing my hand as he carried on speaking.
“No, I appreciate that lockdown isn’t the ideal time to get my dick wet, Pres, but uh… actually Lissa’s advice was to-” He smirked at me then. “Yeah, I knew you’d see right through that. If you really need to know, I’m seeing a doc right now. A follow up from my recent injury, remember how I got stabbed and nearly died?”
He was such a wiseass, but I was finding it strangely endearing, even though he was clearly speaking to someone he should be deferring to, because he called the guy Pres, and I had a feeling that meant it was the Club President. Not that I’d researched motorcycle clubs at all, of course.
Torch was gesturing at me, and I finally caught on, biting my lip as I racked my brain, trying to remember who I even was at work.
“Mr North, if you’re quite finished with your phone call? I don’t have all day.”
His grin widened and he cleared his throat.
“Sorry, Pres. You heard the doc, I’m wasting her valuable time or some shit. I’ll be back in a few hours, yeah?”
He ended the call, and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are in doc mode? You turn that voice on me in the bedroom, and I’m gonna be like a fucking schoolboy, jizzing my pants instead of giving you the dicking down you deserve.”
Did that mean he only found me hot in doctor mode as he called it? Why was I so insecure around him? Why did I always feel like I didn’t measure up in some way?
“Doc? Seems to me you’re reading into everything I say, and thinking I’m talking you down.”
How was he so observant? Were all bikers this good at reading people, or was it a Torch-specific gift?
“Hey, look at me.”
I lifted my eyes, surprised to find they’d dropped to stare at the floor as my confidence left me.
“Sorry,” I whispered, seeing that frown cross Torch’s face once more.
“Not sure what you think you need to apologise for, doc. Do you have an actual name, or do I just keep calling you that? I mean, it’s hot, but a little impersonal. You don’t call me ‘biker’ right?”
He was touching my face again. How was a rugged, dangerous man like him so gentle? Why did his touch feel loving and sweet, when I expected roughness and dismissive touches?
“Grace,” I finally said, when I realised he was still waiting for an answer. He smiled, stroking my cheek.
“That’s the perfect name for you, fits you like a glove. Now if you don’t mind, I really wanna strip you of every inch of clothing, and fuck you until the only thing you remember is how well my cock fits inside you.” Oh god, heat flooded me, and I think I moaned in response.