Doc (A Steele Riders MC Novel Book 4)

by C. M. Steele

“I told you I would have. In fact, I hate to say it, but there’s more. Just yesterday, I was mixed up in a precarious situation. After it all went down, the first thing I thought about was how I didn’t get a chance to be with you. To hold you and to tell you how much I love you.”

  “Oh my God. I don’t want to know. I want to know…but I don’t. Why couldn’t you just explain this to me?”

  “Because I know that all it would take is for you to say you missed me for me to come running.”

  “And I would have said it.” She sighs, realizing the truth in our situation. I love that she would have asked to be with me.

  “I’m still fucking afraid of all the threats coming at us, but I can’t live like this anymore. I need you to be by my side. Hell, I put in my notice to only work one day a month at the hospital last month. It’s not ideal for them, but it’s better than me quitting completely, and I’ll work less hours at the clinic.”

  “Why would you do that? You love being a doctor.”

  “Working at a hospital is okay and I love the clinic most days, but it’s in the way of being with you. When I’m working sixty-plus hours a week, how can I be there to protect you?” I see her. I’m obsessed with her. She has no idea how many times I took my hand to my cock in the past three months, picturing her spread out for me.

  Chapter Nine

  Sophia

  “Joe, I’m not saying that I don’t love you slowing down your schedule, but I want to be sure you’re happy about it.”

  “Are you serious? Spending my time with you, and yet still having time to hang out with the crew sounds like a deal. I love being a doctor, but I love you more.”

  “I was hoping you’d come for me by Christmas.”

  “And here I am. You’ll be my wife by Christmas, Sophia.”

  “Wife?” I ask.

  He drops down onto one knee, pulls out a little black box, and opens it to expose one of the prettiest rings I’ve ever seen. It’s a princess-cut solitaire diamond that overshadows the rose gold band that holds it, and yet the combination is breathtaking.

  “Yes. I love you with everything that I am or can be. Marry me.”

  I know he’s not really asking, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I want to be his wife. “Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

  He stands up and slides the pillow-candy-looking diamond ring onto my finger, kissing the back of my hand and then my ring. “We’re getting married,” I squeal.

  “Yes, we are, and hopefully within the week.”

  “Is tomorrow too soon?”

  “Now isn’t soon enough. I need to message your father. I’ll give you and your mother a day to get your things because I want to celebrate Christmas in our home.”

  “Our home. That sounds so wonderful.”

  “It really does. I love you, Sophia.”

  “I love you, Joe.” I reach up and cup his face with my hands. “I’m so empty without you.”

  He releases a deep-seated growl and lifts me into his arms, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his slender waist. I can feel his thick cock pressing into my heat. I moan as his mouth connects with mine in a rough, hungry kiss. He carries me over to the sofa, dropping me down and falling on top of me. His strong forearms carry most of his weight except for his middle, which is pressed firmly on my pussy. Fuck. I choke on my need for him.

  “You look so damn beautiful, but I hate this fucking dress. It needs to go.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you didn’t wear it for me,” he growls. His hands grab at the front of the dress and tear it down the middle.

  “Joe,” I screech.

  “Don’t ‘Joe’ me. You wore it for him, and all of this was for him. You’re mine, and it’s about time I reminded you.” He’s growly and angry but I’m so turned on that I don’t let him know it’s all for him. That my soul hoped he would come.

  He grabs my bra, yanking it down. “These perfect breasts are mine, Sophia. One day they’ll feed our babies, but for now they’re only mine.” He drops his head and swipes his tongue across my nipple.

  “Damn,” I moan, clutching onto the back of the sofa with my hand. He does it again before sucking my hard peak between his lips, causing my back to arch. Even his mouth is more than I ever could have imagined.

  “Greedy girl. Relax. I’m going to fucking lick you from head to toe, marking what’s mine. Don’t ever forget that you belong to me. I might have to kill a motherfucker.” He doesn’t wait for a response—he slides lower down my body, brushing his lips over my sensitive abs. It’s a little chilly in the house, but I can’t feel it since my body is on fire. He reaches the edge of my panties, pressing a kiss right above the hem as his fingers curl around the sides. I feel his knuckles scrape my skin as he drags the material down my legs.

  The touch sends goose bumps over my heated flesh and my pulse racing faster and faster. I lift my head slightly to watch his tongue glide over his bottom lip as he stares at my soaked pussy. Months of longing erase any embarrassment I have. With rough hands, he grabs my kneecaps and pulls my legs apart.

  My body shivers as he moves his hands back up my inner thighs while his mouth leads the way to my core. “My pussy. Say it, Sophia. Who’s pussy is this?”

  “Yours, Joe. Yours,” I chant. His nose brushes my curls, breathing me in.

  “That’s the correct answer, my love.” Joe parts my lips and licks my slit. A little growl comes from his mouth before he loses control and thrusts his tongue into my pussy and flicks it over my nub until I’m shaking wildly.

  “Joe! Joe!” I can barely breathe as my orgasm shatters my soul. I come apart for him, under him, and yet, I want more. He doesn’t disappoint. Joe rubs one finger up and down my pussy before pushing it inside. I buck at the new sensation. He slowly thrusts in and out with that one thick finger. I come again, breaking into a million pieces, nearly blacking out.

  “Baby, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he growls with his eyes looking up at me.

  “Then take me, Joe,” I beg.

  He pulls his finger and mouth away from my pussy and stands, adjusting his cock through his jeans. “Not until our wedding night.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Very serious. Now go get dressed because I’m taking you on a date.”

  I stand up, pretending to be upset, but I’m happy. “I was dressed.”

  He steps closer, holding the torn dress in his hands with his fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles are white. “For someone else.”

  “That’s where you are wrong, Joe.” I step past him only in my bra. “I hoped you’d show up.”

  “What?” he asks.

  I tug the ruined material from him. “When I talked to my sister, she said you would be pissed. Secretly, I prayed that you would come to me.”

  “Fuck,” he growls, dragging me into his arms. He slams his mouth down on mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “Go get dressed before I lose my mind.”

  “What if I want you to lose your mind?” He spins me around and swats my ass, sending me upstairs.

  Chapter Ten

  Doc

  I’m regretting the whole waiting until we’re married. By the time we enter the local Italian restaurant, she’s attracted attention from every man in the place, and I can’t do anything about it. She looks up at me with her face smiling so perfectly, and a hint of my frustration eases but then my pants tighten with the urge to take her. “Why are you practically snarling?”

  I cup her chin and brush my lips against hers and pull back, giving any onlookers a simple warning. She’s mine. “Because you’re gorgeous and all these fuckers have eyes.”

  “You are hilarious. You should have seen the time I went to my “Friendsgiving” party. The attention I got there—”

  “Stop right there before I bust some heads.”

  “Whatever.” She smirks, knowing how to play me.

  A hostess greets us as we reach the maître d’s podium. “Welcome
to Antonio’s. Do you have a reservation this evening?”

  “Um…” She looks nervous because there’s a waiting list for the evening. I’ve done my homework and pulled some strings.

  “Yes, under Dr. Joseph Simmons.”

  “Wonderful. This way, please.” She leads us to the table where I help Sophia into her chair, pushing it in and taking mine.

  The hostess sets down our menus in front of us and asks, “Can I get you two anything to drink?”

  “Please just water for now,” Sophia says, cocking her brow up at the hostess. I like the tiny, unnecessary hint of jealousy in her face.

  “Yes, just the water, please.”

  “Your server will be with you shortly.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Wow, you booked a table for us in such a short time?”

  “I made it yesterday.”

  “Really? You’re more romantic than I thought.” She lifts her menu to hide her blush, but I don’t miss that lovely pink stain on her face.

  “Well, I’m just getting started. I hope you like Italian food.”

  “I do. I’ve never been here before. My dad has taken my mom here and brought me home some dessert. I loved it.”

  “Well, then, we’ll make sure to get our own dessert for home.”

  “Um…where are you staying?”

  “I’m at the local Hilton.”

  “Why don’t you stay with us?”

  “You know why.”

  “Because you might be tempted to tear off my clothes.” A waiter approaches with the glass water decanter and freezes at her words. His eyes immediately go to where they’re unwelcome.

  “Leave the water and walk away before I break your face. Keep your eyes where they belong, or your job won’t be the only thing you lose,” I tell the young bastard. He’s much closer to her age, and that only pisses me off more. She deserves someone closer to her age, but I know that I’d never let that happen, no matter what I have to do to convince her that she’s mine forever.

  “Doc, that wasn’t nice,” she says, scowling over her menu.

  “I don’t give two fucks about that. He was looking at your perfect tits that belong to me. And what’s with the whole ‘Doc’ thing?”

  “What? Everyone else calls you that.”

  “Yeah, but you don’t. Is that my doghouse name?”

  “If you must know, yes. Now, can I check out my menu? I’m hungry, and only one of us had a bite to eat earlier.”

  Fucking tease. “You’re asking for it.”

  “I am.”

  An older waitress arrives at our table and greets us. “Buongiorno, I’m Marie. May I start you off with an antipasto?”

  “Yes, please. I would like the bruschetta. Sophia, would you like something else?” I ask her. I already checked out the menu online so I would be prepared because I knew the second I saw her, I’d have a hard time concentrating on anything but my sweet woman.

  “That’s perfect.”

  “Are you ready to order?” she asks Sophia, who looks to me to see if I’m prepared. I give her a nod.

  “Yes. I’ll have the Fettuccini Alfredo with broccoli and chicken, please.”

  “Sounds wonderful. I’ll have the same.”

  I hand her our menus. “Thank you. Would you care for some wine?”

  “No, thank you.” She nods and departs from the table with a smile.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I’m just curious.”

  “Ask away.”

  “You didn’t even look at your menu.”

  “I can’t take my eyes from you. I can’t get enough of your beautiful face. I’ve missed being this close to you for the past three months. Now I don’t know how I’m going to spend even a night away.”

  “You don’t have to. You can sleep in my bed, naked, filling me up with—”

  “Soph. Calm your ass down. I’m going to spank your ass so bad you won’t be walking for a week.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  They bring us our meal and Sophia nervously stares at me. “What’s up, baby? You’re uncomfortable about eating in front of me?”

  “Um…no.” She starts eating in silence. I see why a second later—her parents come walking toward us.

  “Look who we have here.”

  “You’re dining here too? We were just leaving. And just so you know, Doc is definitely not sleeping in our house until you two are married,” her dad warns her.

  Sophia blanches before turning completely red in the face. They were sitting behind us the whole time.

  “We’ll talk about the wedding in the morning.”

  Her father claps my back and takes his wife’s hand. “Enjoy the rest of the night.”

  “I think I’ve just died,” she grumbles, dipping her chin into her chest. I reach across the table and tip it back up so that I can see her beautiful eyes.

  “I’m glad we didn’t mention anything about me devouring your pussy on their sofa.” That’s at least if they didn’t hear her reference to eating earlier.

  “Oh shit. I think I’ll let this floor open up and swallow me whole.”

  “No. It’ll be fine.” My dick is only thinking about her swallowing him whole. I’m glad her parents came and went because I’m too damn hard to have a chat with her parents when all I want to do is finish what I started earlier.

  “Says you. I still have to go home tonight, while you get to hide away in your hotel.”

  “Fine. Then stay with me. I promise to be a good boy and not knock you up before our wedding.”

  “You’re playing with fire, aren’t you?”

  “I am.”

  “I think it’s best I go home. Besides, who knows if those two will even be available to talk tonight anyway. They’re usually not up for talking until breakfast the next day.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yep. They’ve been married for like thirty years and they still get it on like they’re newlyweds.”

  “That’s something to strive for.”

  “Damn right, old man.”

  “Good. Now finish your food so I can get your pretty ass to bed and we can plan our wedding in the morning.”

  An hour later, I’m pulling up to their house, and just the porch light is on. Sophia’s sleeping in the passenger seat, looking so beautiful I almost don’t want to disturb her. A text buzzes on my phone. You can sleep on the sofa.

  Good, because I don’t want to leave her.

  I carry my sweet girl out of the car and up the steps. Her father opens the door. “First door on the right.”

  “Thanks.” I gingerly cradle my love up to her room, nudging the door open with my foot. I tuck her in and kiss her lips. “I love you, Sophia.”

  I close the door and meet her father by the steps. “Come downstairs. My wife made up the sofa already.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’d let you stay in one of the boys’ rooms, but they arrived two hours ago.”

  “Oh really?”

  “Yes. They want to see their sister get married. Boomer and Crystal will be here by tomorrow night.”

  “They all believed she would say yes.”

  “Of course. We all knew her feelings for you. Now get some sleep. It’s going to be a busy couple of days.” I want this over sooner rather than later.

  Chapter Eleven

  Doc

  “Hey, I’m so glad you guys could come,” I say, hugging Boomer and then Crystal. He drags her away from me quick as hell, though, like I want her. She and I both roll our eyes at him. I’ve got my own woman, and all I can think about is how the fuck tomorrow can come faster.

  “What the hell am I, chopped liver?” Sammie comes running into me for a hug.

  “I’m surprised you’re here too,” I tell her, hugging her until she grunts.

  She smacks my arm with a huge grin. “You’re my brother. I’m not going to miss you two getting married.”

  Boomer laughs and adds, “You know we couldn’t miss this
. Fuck, Crystal’s been preparing for this day for months. She even has a surprise for Sophia.”

  “Speaking of, I need to go find her.” Crystal kisses Boomer on the cheek and tries to steal away, but he’s not having that. His arm wraps around her and he takes her mouth like he’s never going to see her again, then lets her go. Crystal and Sammie go do girl stuff with Sophia and her mom.

  “That’s enough of that shit in the house. Married or not,” her brother Mike says, walking into the room with a sandwich.

  “You need to get a girl of your own.”

  “One of these days, Boomer.” He saunters off and sits on the sofa. I chuckle to myself because I had a sandwich there yesterday. He’d kill me if he knew that, but I can’t stop smiling.

  “So are you ready for this?”

  “Ready? It’s three months in the making. I’m dying here.”

  “If only,” a grumble comes from the sofa. I really want to tell that fucker that I made his sister come right where he’s sitting. He likes to be a dick all the time.

  “So any information on the issues back home?” I whisper.

  “Let’s talk somewhere else.” We head out to the backyard where we can speak alone. “We don’t have a beat on anything at the moment. It’s as if these fuckers have gone radio silent on us. We’ll be keeping an eye out for them at every turn, and all the town’s surveillance systems are being monitored double time.”

  “That’s good. Really good. I could stand a break from those pieces of shit. Have you noticed anyone looking like they’re tweaking?”

  “Not yet. That’s definitely something to be aware of. Even if they aren’t in our territory, their drugs might be. Law has been going around to the local high schools pulling drug raids with dogs this past week. Nothing more than weed and some tabs, but we have to be on top of it.”

  “We will. Thanks for coming here even though it’s inconvenient.”

  “You know everyone else wishes they could be here, but I want the town protected as well as possible.” I nod.

  “So how about we shoot some pool and wait for them to be ready for dinner?”

  “Sounds good. Let’s go find Mr. Miller. He’s going to want in.”