by E. C. Land
“You can’t do that,” Nurse Slut sneers at my woman. “Besides, I’m sure you can’t be giving a man like this one here everything he needs.” The bitch had the nerve to smirk in my direction.
“Are you for real right now, bitch?” Victoria demands as she walks over to me. Soon as she’s close enough, I pull her into my arms.
“What’s going on over here?” a man in a white coat asks as he steps in our direction.
“Your nurse here needs to find another job more suited to her needs and away from the female population that have significant others,” Victoria says calmly. Almost too calmly.
“May I ask what she’s done?” the doctor requests, lifting his brow in frustration. He best not be getting pissed with my woman.
“Besides hitting on him,” she snaps, pointing in my direction as she steps in front of me to confront the doctor, “she’s also been excessively rude toward me. Considering I’m not only pregnant but I’m also friends with several members of the board here. They would gladly listen to what I have to say about this nurse. I’ve also just made a large donation to the maternity ward here. So, I suggest you have her removed before I go above your head.” I swear, my jaw almost hits the floor at her statement.
How the hell did I not know this shit?
“That’s bullshit. You’re too young for a man like this. And if you think you can have me fired your insane,” Nurse Slut mutters.
“Money talks, bitch, so I suggest you shut the hell up. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you don’t work at any hospital in the area again.” Right now, I don’t know if I’m proud or scared of my woman. Either way, there’s no way you could wipe the grin off my face for how she’s handling her shit.
“I apologize, Mrs. Wilson,” the doctor says sincerely as his face pales.
How much did she fuckin’ donate?
Not that I care, it's her money. I’d told her she could do whatever the hell she wanted with her money as long as it wasn’t paying the bills or something I deem will be mine to provide. Such as if we go out to eat, I pay. She wants something for the baby’s room, I pay. Clothes, she can fuckin’ have at it.
“Doctor Alverez, it’s not your fault. How is Raul?” Victoria asks, causing the doctor to stare at her speechless.
“Marie, you can leave now,” Doctor Alverez declares before holding out his hand for us to go ahead of him. “Raul is doing great. I wasn’t aware you knew my husband.” If minds could erupt from being struck dumb, mine would have already done it.
Not only has my woman surprised me with her attitude, but she knows shit about her doctor. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the man being gay. To each their own. Way I see it, whatever makes you happy is the way to go.
“That’s good. Raven was telling me you two were looking at adopting. If you have trouble with anything, please let me know,” Victoria says as we enter one of the rooms.
“Thank you, Mrs. Wilson,” Doctor Alverez says as he closes the door behind him.
“Hang on a moment, will ya, doc. Vi, how the hell do you know this person Raul, and for the love of God, before it kills me, how much did you donate?” I demand.
“Other than a portion for college funds or whatever our kids want, all of it,” she shrugs, not meeting my eye.
“Holy shit, woman. We’ll be talkin' about that part later. Now, tell me, how do you know this guy here? And please tell me he’s not going to have to look at you where I’m thinking he will,” I say, raking a hand through my hair.
“Well, it’s kind of his job and I’d honestly prefer him because, one, he’s the top doctor in the area. Two, I know his husband through Raven since they work together. And three, it’s his job and him being gay, it shouldn’t bother you. He doesn’t get a rise out of seeing vaginas. Now, will you sit down and let the man do his job before you give him a heart attack,” Victoria says sternly.
“Sir, I give you my word she’s in capable hands with me. I’m happily married to my husband and as she said, I’m gay, so you’d be more my type than she would be. But no offense, I prefer my men darker, if you know what I mean,” Doctor Alverez chuckles.
“You have got to be kiddin’ me with this shit right now. How’d I go from women not gettin' the hint to a gay guy sayin’ this shit? Fuck me, I need a drink,” I mutter to myself.
“Sweetie, I know it’s been a long day for you, and if you don’t sit down next to me so we can see our baby, I’m going to strangle you myself,” Victoria says sweetly.
Wait a minute, did she just call me ‘Sweetie’?
Shaking my head, I sit in the chair next to her and let out a deep breath and wait for the doctor to do his thing.
For now, I’ll let her have her way, but we’re gonna be discussing this shit when we get out of here. And I mean we’ll be discussing it while I’m balls deep in her pussy. That smart mouth she has seriously got my cock throbbing for her.
Damn, I don’t know if that’s a bad thing or not.
Moments later my heart stops at the sight on the screen.
Our baby.
All thoughts of what just happened get pushed to the back of my mind. I want to focus on seeing out child for the first time.
15
Victoria
“Please, James, let me come,” I beg as Tracker slowly thrust his fingers inside me while licking me. The moment we got back to Dolly’s Playhouse, the evil man dragged me to my office, where he then continued his torture with his talented mouth and fingers.
I might have cringed at the thought of us doing this in my office, but this is where it all started right here on this couch. The very one he took my virginity in a haze of lust. Looking back on it now I don’t think I’d have it any other way.
I’ve been in love with this man for so long but I’m not ready to tell him that. He might have stated it to those skanks but not me. I need to know his true feelings for me before I admit them out loud to Tracker.
As Tracker removes his fingers and lifts his head, I protest at the loss of his touch.
“Sweetness, you come when I’m ready for you to come,” he growls as he stands to remove his shirt and unfastens his jeans to pull his dick out.
“Don’t be mean, James,” I groan as I slide one of my hands down my stomach toward where I ache most. If he won’t help me, then I’ll do it myself. Right as I’m about to touch my clit, Tracker snatches my hand away and lifts it over my head. He does the same with my other hand as he settles between my legs.
“I’m not mean to you, Vi, and when it comes to your pleasure, I control it, and right now, I want to see you squirm with the need for me to give you an orgasm that will blow your mind,” he rasps. Running his fingers along my stomach, he pinches my nipples before sliding his hand down to cup me between the legs once more.
“Please, James, I can’t take much more,” I beg. He’d brought me close to the edge more times then I care to admit only to back off. I know the moment he sinks his dick in me I’ll come instantly. That’s how sensitive my body feels right now.
“Hmm, I love hearing my name coming from that mouth of yours begging me to give you what you need,” he grins as he moves his hand and slowly presses his dick in one slow stroke at a time.
“You're trying to kill me,” I moan as he pulls almost all the way out before plunging inside to the hilt.
“Not killing you, Sweetness, just making it all the better for you,” he murmurs. Leaning forward, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss that sends me over the edge. Screaming into his mouth as I come, Tracker begins to thrust into me with hard strokes.
Moments later, Tracker stills inside me as he groans, his dick twitching inside me as he comes. “Now, that was fan-fuckin-tastic,” he murmurs against my lips as he breaks the kiss.
“You can say that again,” I say, yawning. After that intense orgasm, I could use a nap.
“Come on, Vi, let's get you cleaned up and dressed. You have some explaining to do while we get some work done,” he states as he slides out of
me.
“Ugh, if we must,” I mumble, reach a hand out for Tracker to help me up. My legs feel like jelly after what we just did.
After getting cleaned up and dressed, I sit at my desk while Tracker takes the couch, stretching his arms across the back of it. “Alright, Vi, I need you to explain to me why, one, I didn’t know you gave all your money away and why you did it. Second thing I want to know is where the hell all this fuckin’ sass came from ‘cause I’ve never seen it before,” he chuckles.
Sighing, I glance down at the papers on the desk. “I didn’t give it all away. I kept a third of it in a trust fund under your name, at least until we know what we’re having and pick a name,” I say, placing my hand on my stomach as I lift my head to meet his gaze. The smile on his face says it all. It’s the same one he had when we were at the doctor’s office and we saw our baby.
Tracker had even taken one of the pictures and put it directly in his wallet. Seeing that same look on his face, I know I made the right decision. I won’t tell him the whole reason why I did it because I’m sure he’d flip his shit.
“Finish explaining, Sweetness,” he demands, drawing me from my thoughts before they can go to a dark place.
Clearing my throat, I drop my hand from my stomach. “I don’t need all that money. Not when it can be used for a greater purpose, such as the maternity ward of the hospital, but that’s not the only section who received a donation. There’s a children’s hospital attached to their name and I wanted them to be able to get what the children need,” I say, clasping my hands in my lap to keep from fidgeting. It’s a nervous tick I have.
“Victoria, I gotta say you surprise me at every turn. I knew you were sweet and kind, but damn, your heart is pure gold. It’s one thing I love about you,” he murmurs as he stands up and starts for me.
My heart begins to pound in my chest as he kneels in front of me.
“You know what else I love about you?” he asks.
“What?” I can hear my pulse racing just underneath my skin.
“I love the way you smile, your laughter, the way you fit in my arms and all together, baby, I fuckin’ love you.” Tears well in my eyes and fall as his words sink in. “I know you still need time for me to show you how much you mean to me, but I want you to know how I feel about you. I wouldn’t have traveled halfway around the world for anyone else,” he says.
“I love you too, James,” I murmur as I lift a hand to wipe the tears from my cheek.
“I know you do, Sweetness. Now, finish telling me the rest of that shit from today so we can organize what needs to be done here and get home,” he grins.
“Ugh, I was hoping I didn’t have to,” I mutter.
“No way you’d get out of this, Vi,” he chuckles as he takes my hands in his.
“First off, I know Doctor Alverez’s husband, Raul, through Raven. He’s a friend of ours and works at the clinic with Raven. I knew Alverez was one of the best doctors in the area through him and didn’t want to go anywhere else. I figured him not being attracted to women would ease your mind about him being a male doctor,” I say giving him a shrug.
“Well, you could have given me a heads up,” he grumbles.
“What’s the fun in that?” I giggle before sobering enough to finish telling him the rest. “As for the rest of it, that bitch was disrespectful as can be and after donating so much money to the hospital, several of them stated if there was anything I ever needed to let them know. They even offered me a seat on the board, which I declined, only asking that they show me the items purchased for both the children’s hospital and maternity ward.”
Nodding his head, he lets everything soak in. “I’m gonna ask these last two questions, Vi, and after that, we’re dropping the subject and never bringing it up again, okay?”
“Okay,” I say nervously.
“First, what’s the real reason you gave up all that money? I don’t give a shit about the money itself. I didn’t want anything to do with that. It’s not why I’m with you but I gotta know,” he states.
“I didn’t want it to become a problem between us. Like I said, I kept enough in a trust to divide if need be for my children. I want to earn my money, not just have it sitting in an account tempting someone to steal it,” I murmur.
“Sweetness, you know you’ll never want for anything being with me. I know you hate when I call you a princess, so I’m just gonna say you’ll be treated like my fuckin’ queen,” he grins.
Speechless, I do my best to nod in response. I mean, what do you say to something like that?
“Now, my other question, why did Doctor Alverez call you Mrs. Wilson?” he asks, his brow lifting the way it does when he finds something amusing.
“Well, you see, I figured I’d use your last name in an attempt to keep the women away from trying anything with you. Unfortunately, that didn’t even work,” I mutter, narrowing my gaze on him. “Why do you have to be hot as hell?”
At my question, Tracker throws his head back as he bursts into a fit of laughter, which in turn causes me to start giggling. Guess it is funny knowing I have him and everyone wants him.
Only now I have to make sure he doesn’t leave me for some skank who can give him something I can’t. Especially while I’m caring for his child and growing bigger.
My body won’t ever be the same again. I just hope that I’ll be enough. As he said, he still needs to prove to me. Hearing him say he loves me means a lot to me, but actions speak louder than words.
16
Tracker
Over the past three months things around the club have been pretty quiet. Which in my opinion, is a damn good thing. I could use a break from all the drama. Between all the shit with Blow’s charter in Tennessee and the cult that had been causing trouble with Twister’s, I’ve had enough.
Yesterday, Stoney and Rachel left to go to Twister’s clubhouse for a party. I’d opted to stay here this time around, needing a breather. That and the fact Victoria had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and we found out we’re are having a little boy.
To celebrate, I took Victoria to one of the baby stores I’d heard about from Momma B and we’d picked out all the things she'd wanted and what we’d need. I know we still have a ways to go before our little boy joins us but fuck if I don’t want to give him and Vi everything they deserve.
As we’re coming out of the store the hairs on my neck are standing on edge. It feels like Vi and I are being watched. But by who.
The club hadn’t heard of anyone trying to barge in on our territory and Omen hasn’t said much on the cult side of things they came to us about. My brothers and I have been making sure to flag anyone who seems suspicious.
I don’t know what it is with these fuckin’ cults, but fuck, I’m sick of them all. They all need to be eliminated.
If things had progressed with this one, Omen would have contacted me. Shit between their club and ours might be tense but I know if we called them, they’d come. Same with them if it were the other way around. Stoney may not want to see or talk to their Prez, but it doesn’t mean he’d back out on his word to them.
Besides he’s happy now that he’s with Rachel. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy other than when he sees his grandkids. They are absolutely his world along with Luca and Corinne who he officially adopted.
Clearing my head, I tried to think of who it could be following us. Putting my arm around Victoria, I pull her closer to me.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” she mumbles under her breath, shocking the hell out of me. I’ll never underestimate her abilities to protect herself. Abilities I’ve yet to get a direct answer on how she’s come across them. Maybe from her childhood she needed them.
Victoria isn’t one to talk about her life with her parents. Hell, I don’t blame her for it either. It’s why I haven’t pushed for her to tell me about it.
“Yeah, Sweetness, let’s get out of here. How about instead of going out to eat for dinner, we pick up something from Jalapeñ
os and go home?” I suggest.
“Sounds like a good plan to me. I’m tired, but I want my nachos too,” she declares.
Chuckling, I shake my head as I round the side of my truck to open the door for her. Vi and her nachos. All she’s wanted lately are nachos, and it can’t be just any nachos, they have to be the fresh baked ones at Jalapeños. I’d even tried to get away with getting some from Dom’s, but it didn’t work. Victoria ended up throwing them in my face then began to sob, saying I didn’t love her and all that hormonal bullshit.
“Alright, Vi, you call them and by the time we get there, they should be ready,” I say, grinning as I help her into the truck. The feeling of being watched is still there. Quickly, I round the front of the cab and climb in on the driver’s side.
Time to feed my woman before she goes batshit crazy on me.
“Do you think we’re still being watched?” Victoria asks as she lays her head in my lap.
After we’d gotten home with dinner, I suggested we watch a movie while we eat. Having known her so well, I know when she gets her stomach full, Vi normally needs a nap. I may joke with her about the naps, but I’d never try to change it because those naps are always like this with her head in my lap and me stroking my hand through her hair.
“Not sure, Sweetness, but I have Neo keepin’ an eye out,” I murmur, playing with a strand of her hair. “Don’t you worry, Vi. No one will ever hurt you or our kid. I’ll put a bullet in their head before that happens.”
“I know, James,” she whispers. Glancing down at her, I find her eyes closed and on the verge of falling asleep.
“Go to sleep, baby,” I say, turning my attention to the window at the side of the room. The hairs on the back of my neck won’t seem to go down, not until I know what’s the cause of my unease.
Without waking Victoria, I gently place a pillow underneath her head as I move to stand up. She stirs a little before settling back into sleep.