Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Doc
We head up to our room after saying good night to everyone and I can tell that she had a good time with the other women. “You don’t mind that we didn’t get to go for a ride, do you?” she asks as I unlock the door.
Once I have us inside, I spin her so her back is against the door, then kiss her until we’re both breathless.
“Thinking of a different kind of ride right now, sweetheart,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
Feeling the full body shudder while a slight breathy moan slips out has my cock hardening so quickly, I fear for the integrity of my jeans.
I reach over and cup her face, kissing her again until her eyes are slightly unfocused.
“I think I’d like that,” she whispers. “Besides, it looked kind of windy out.”
I slide my cut off and toss it onto my dresser, then I begin undressing her where she stands, taking the opportunity to kiss, lick, and nibble each area of exposed skin. “It is, which is why this is the better choice for now.”
Once she’s undressed, I pull my shirt over my head then feel her hands as they work my belt buckle. My cock throbs in anticipation of her touch, causing me to moan. Since my boots are still on, my jeans puddle at my ankles, which would be an issue if we were going anywhere else, except we’re not.
Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her so her core is lined up with my cock, which is leaking pre-cum like a damn fountain. When her legs wrap around me and I feel the heat coming from her, I hiss as I lower her until she’s fully seated with her back pressed against the wall.
“I feel so full in this position,” she pants out as she starts trying to move.
She quickly gets frustrated because my hands are on her hips, keeping her from doing anything at all.
“Doc,” she whines, making my one syllable road name sound like it’s got at least five more added on, “please, please move!”
When I start thrusting upward, she quickly catches on to the rhythm and uses her muscular legs to allow her to undulate against me while brushing against her distended clit.
I start to swivel my hips on the downward thrust, and she bangs her head against the door as a keening cry escapes her lips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re taking my cock,” I murmur, increasing my pace. “You gonna come for me, beautiful?”
“God, yes,” she moans as she starts circling her own hips, creating a new friction that has my balls drawing up as my back starts to tingle. “Think we can come at the same time?”
“If you keep moving like that, it’s a fucking guarantee,” I reply between thrusts.
“Three, two, one… blast off!” she shrieks as her pussy clamps down on my cock, the suddenness causing my own release to explode from the tip of my cock to fill her hot, tight sheath.
As we both ride out the waves of our mutual orgasms, she leans in and kisses me, her body still trembling in ecstasy. She pulls back and says, “I love you so fucking much, Hanson Brooks, that it’s a bit scary.”
“Love you more,” I reply, nipping her lower lip. “And there’ll never be a reason for you to consider our love scary, Gretchen.”
A long, hot, satisfying shower later has us curled up on the bed as I run my fingers through her still-damp hair. “You know we’re playing with fire,” she says, glancing up at me.
“So?”
“A baby would change things, we’re just starting out, Doc, what if things go south? Then we’d have to figure out co-parenting and all that shit,” she replies.
“Since it’s not gonna go south, there’s no issue,” I retort. “I’m sure we’ll have our fair share of squabbles, but we’re both grown ass adults and we’ll deal with anything that comes up with honest, open communication.”
“I… I like that,” she confesses. “I can’t say that I’m a relationship expert by any means, but I know that secrets can cause problems.”
“There’ll be times I can’t tell you what’s happening when it involves the club,” I warn. “And, of course, patients, but outside of that, I’m not going to keep things from you.”
“I was thinking,” she says, “and I feel like I should come into the clinic a few days a week to keep my license active. But the rest of the time, I want to see what I can build from this hobby of mine.”
“Love that idea, baby. What are you gonna call it?”
“Goodies by Gretchen? Is that catchy enough?” she asks.
“I know some of Gretchen’s goodies I want,” I tease, leaning in and nipping her nose.
“Doc! This is serious so what do you think? Is it a good name? Because I’ll need to create a logo so I can get my branding out there.”
“I like it and what if you ask Shelly to sketch something for you? She’s obviously got the talent,” I reply, pointing to her tattoo.
“Do you think she would?” she questions.
“Yes, I do. I know if she had been here tonight, she’d have been in the thick of things,” I state.
“I’m still blown away that Constance and Maria want to get involved,” she murmurs. “But I think they’re onto something as far as their specialty recipes being turned into cake pops. I guess I need to see about getting whatever is necessary so everything’s aboveboard and legal.”
“Let’s check with Nerd and see what he suggests,” I offer. “Now, as for checking out Gretchen’s goodies, how are you feeling? I took you hard against the door, so if you’re too sore, we can just watch a movie.”
“The sore I am isn’t going to be an issue,” she replies as she straddles my body. “Now, it’s my turn to ride.”
Once she’s finally asleep, I slip from the bed and put on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.
I need to check on Pokey and also talk to him once again about telling the brothers about his condition.
If nothing else, he should pull Riptide and Icer into the loop, since from what I’ve heard over the years, they grew up here as well and would know Pokey best.
“Hey, Doc,” Pokey rasps out.
His pallor is that of someone knocking on heaven’s door and I realize I have no time to waste. “Pokey, I’m gonna let Rio know it’s time.”
“Fine, do whatever,” he mumbles as I pull out my phone and shoot Rio a text.
When he comes into the room, he’s got his iPad and he looks at me and says, “Let’s get him set up.”
“What the fuck for?” Pokey mutters.
“Because we’re gonna FaceTime Riptide and Icer, brother, and that’s a fucking order from your president,” Rio retorts. “I get you’re a stubborn asshole, but Rip and Ice grew up with you too and they deserve to know first-hand, not via the grapevine.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, all I wanted to do was die in peace,” Pokey sneers. “Go ahead and call ‘em, then, if it’ll make you feel better.”
Rio initiates the phone call and when Rip answers it, his first words are, “This better be good, cuz, but I’m suspecting it ain’t since it’s closing in on midnight.”
“Yeah, it’s not. Can you get Icer over there too?” Rio asks.
“Why, so we can look at your ugly mug together?” Rip jeers.
“No, a brother needs to see y’all once last time,” Rio admits. “Now hurry and get him, time is of the essence.”
“Of fucking course it is,” Rip grumbles. I can hear him snap his fingers then tell whoever responded to get Icer there.
“Alright, he’s here, what the fuck’s going on, Rio?” Riptide asks. Instead of answering, Rio turns the iPad so it’s facing Pokey and I hear two men who are fierce in their own rights gasp in shock.
“What the fuck? Pokey, why do you look like something the cat dragged in?” Icer growls out. “Somebody better start talking before I lose my shit.”
“It’s cancer, boys,” Pokey replies. “And before you threaten Rio or Doc, it was my decision not to say anything to anyone. The only reason I was willing to let y’all know is because I was ordered to by my president.”
“Bullshit,” Rio barks out.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner, Pokey?” Rip asks. “We’d have come.”
“That’s why, Rip. I didn’t want all the brothers moping around while they waited for me to drop dead.
And I lied when I said it was because Rio ordered me to call.
I mean, he did do that, but I was gonna ask if I could call and talk to my boys one last time.
The three of you, and even Issy, were my constant shadows when I first came to the Triple R.
Always under foot, asking questions, getting into shit, and keeping me on my toes as the prospect who was charged with keeping a watch on y’all.
Never had kids of my own, so y’all are the closest thing I’ve got to children.
Rio, I was proud of how you took over the club when Paps died, and how you and Rip had no problems with Rip building a chapter up in Canton.
Rip, you’ve had some fights on your hand, but you’ve used what you learned when you were younger to come out on top.
Icer, what can I say? Your childhood was a fucking nightmare, and I wish I’d have known about it, although a prospect going up against a patched brother’s son just isn’t done.
Still, if I’d have known, I’d have done it just to save you from the hell you lived, even if it had meant I didn’t get my rocker.
I’m proud of the man you’ve become. You’re loyal, faithful, ruthless when you’ve gotta be, and you’re a man I’d let take my back no matter what the situation was.
I love you boys. Y’all have all made me proud in so many ways, and while I hate I won’t get to watch y’all settle into your lives with old ladies and kids, y’all have all got solid roots and a strong foundation that’ll lead the way.
Stay shiny side up and just know, Paps is waiting for me.
We’re long overdue for a ride and a beer. Doc, I’m feeling kind of tired now.”
I’ve been watching him this whole time, feeling a bit like an interloper since he has a long history with these three men. Seeing strong men fighting back tears guts me, especially when I see Icer sniff a few times on the screen as he struggles to get himself under control.
“Old man, you tell Paps we’re doing our best to keep things rolling until our time here is done,” Riptide says.
“He’s fallen asleep, y’all,” I tell the trio. “I don’t think it’s gonna be much longer. Honestly, I’m surprised he was able to talk for as long as he did, since he hasn’t really eaten or drank anything in a week or so.”
“Rio, can you set the iPad up so we can sit with y’all until the end?” Riptide questions.
“Absolutely, cuz,” Rio whispers, his own emotions nearly choking him.
At three fifteen in the morning, surrounded by his three ‘boys’ as well as me, we watched him draw his last breath.