Doc (A Steele Riders MC Novel Book 4)

by C. M. Steele

  “Why? Does it hurt?” It’s clear that pain is the furthest thing from his mind.

  “Bad girl, you know I’ve got something for that sassy mouth.” I drop to my knees and give a teasing smile. Stroking him from base to tip, I watch as a bead of come slide down his head. My tongue swipes over it, wondering if his cock tastes as good as it looks. Fuck, the first lick sends a jolt of desire to my pussy as if it’s his mouth between my legs. My lips slide around him, sucking on a few inches, using my hand for the rest of his shaft.

  I watch the way he closes his eyes and leans his head back, and the firm grasp of his hands through my hair, fingers scraping my scalp, makes my pussy pulsate faster. The control I have over him turns me on more than it should.

  His reaction to me spurs me on. I move quicker, taking more of him in my mouth. He’s so large that I start to gag halfway through, pulling off and sliding back on. I look up at him and see that he has this feral, lustful stare. “Go ahead, baby. Keep it up and I’m going to come down your little throat.”

  It’s as if he’s trying to challenge me. I moan around his cock with my pussy fluttering. My hips rock themselves, searching for that sweet relief of release. Growling, Joe tugs on my hair. “Come on, sweetheart. Suck.” I do as I’m told, getting a grunt of approval, and I can feel my own desire sliding down my inner thigh. “You’re going to make me come.” He takes over, slowly fucking my face. I can barely contain the excitement when his hand comes around my throat, massaging it as he thrusts his length down my throat. I choke out a moan, setting him off, and I barely tastes his salty come as it hits the back of my throat.

  He helps me into the shower, coming in with me. His moves are quick and forceful. My back hits the shower wall and then his mouth crushes mine. I melt into his grip on me. Joe’s fingers dip down, sliding between us as his mouth hovers over my lips. “Sophia, Sophia, Sophia. I love you so damn much, but you make me lose control and make me forget that you’ve never known a man before me. I want to do things to you that I’ve only imagined.” He skims my pussy, grazing his fingers along my seam, dipping one in and making me come instantly.

  “Oh, Joe.” My orgasm turns me wild. I wonder what he means by only imagined. What is he talking about? Bondage? Dangerous, rough sex? “What do you want?”

  “Everything. Some of the things I’ve done to you, I’ve never done before and I only long for more. I want to bend you over and fuck you on every available surface. I want to eat your pussy until you pass out. I want my dick so deep in your ass that we both see stars.” Nothing he says is too outrageous except anal, but I’d do anything with and for this man. His look is wild and crazed. “I have a confession to make,” he grunts out. “Until I ate your pussy up on your sofa, I’d never done that before. As a doctor, it repulsed me. As a man, all I want is my face between your thighs.” Holy fuck. I love that I’m his first in something.

  “It’s yours for the taking.”

  “Damn right it is.” He drops to his knees, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he laps at my pussy, alternating between long strokes of his tongue and two fingers digging into my slit. I can’t even stand as my next orgasm turns my legs to jelly. I start to slink down when Doc picks me up and carries me out of the shower and into the hot bath.

  “Sophia, my queen. Time to relax for a little bit before I fill your pussy up with my seed.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Doc

  I step out of the bathroom, fixing the zipper on my pants. This is the end of our two-day, self-imposed confinement. We’re going out to dinner with Sophia’s parents tonight for a goodbye dinner before heading back to Texas in the afternoon. “Sorry, but I have to go back to work soon, baby.” The clinic has been without me for a week. It’s not what I had planned, but most of the issues aren’t that serious. Mostly annual physicals or colds. My partner can handle most of those on her own. She may be an OB/GYN, but she does specialize as a General Practitioner as well.

  “I know. I’m going over to my parents in the morning to have everything packed up. I’m only taking my suitcase with me. It should be enough until my brothers drive the stuff to your home by Christmas Eve,” she says, brushing her long blonde hair.

  “Our home.”

  “It’s going to take time to get used to.”

  “Speaking of…Sammie told me she’s moving to the small cottage house on the property so we have our privacy,” I inform her.

  “Oh, no. I don’t want to kick her out of her home,” she gasps. I spin her around and hold her loosely in my arms. “She’s happy to go. She doesn’t want to worry about hearing us fuck like bunnies.”

  “Yeah, I suppose that could be really uncomfortable,” she says as her hands slide up my chest. I want to take her again, but we don’t have time.

  “Sophia, you keep that up, and I’m going to have to spank you and fuck you rough tonight.”

  “Seriously? Like, are you trying to deter me, or is that a challenge?” She rolls her eyes and moves back to the mirror where she continues to fix her hair. God, she’s beautiful.

  “I could slip up and mention it at dinner.” It’s not something I want to do because her father, Dan, will strangle me. He knows I love his daughter like he loves his wife, which means that I spend my day thinking of ways to fill Sophia up with my load.

  She twists her head back around to me and puts her hands on her hips, her face full of fear. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Not unless you misbehave.” I take her hand off her luscious curves and pull her back to me, loving the pretty little scowl she’s wearing. This kind of angry kitten look is sexy as fuck on her and extremely counterproductive. Maybe it’s everything she does that I find irresistible. Either way, I’m a lost man obsessed with his hot young wife.

  A devious grin crosses her face. “Maybe if I misbehave now, we can get it out of our systems?”

  “I doubt I’ll ever get you out of my system, but I’m willing to test your theory.” I growl and scoop her up, lifting her dress up to see her pretty panties covering my favorite treat. Undoing my zipper and belt, I drop my pants just enough to pull out my thick, greedy cock. “See, baby, look what you do to me.” She stares at my hard shaft and then reaches out, giving it a good tug before lining the head up with her soaking wet pussy lips. I hook both legs over my arms and thrust forward.

  We both release a grunt as my cock stretches her core. “Sorry, babe, but this is going to be a quick one.”

  “Give it to me. I need it hard and fast, Joe.” Her arms lift above her head as she grips the mattress, taking the pounding I’m giving her. Fuck, I’m so close, and I’m not going to last.

  “I’m coming,” she cries out, fucking her hips upward and massaging my dick with her tight walls. It’s like the grace of God because I’m following behind her, pumping out my seed and splashing it all over her cervix. The thought of my kid growing in her sends another jet into her.

  Needless to say, our quick fuck did nothing to relieve the ache, and dinner will be entertaining.

  We enter the Mexican restaurant they selected, and I spot her parents at a large round table. “I’m so happy you two made it. I wondered if you’d ditch us.”

  “Mother, you know I wouldn’t. I love me some Mexican food,” Sophia teases as she goes around hugging her family.

  “Brat.” Her mother swats her arm lightly.

  “Don’t worry, Mrs. Miller, I’m taking her off your hands.” I wink, helping Sophia to her seat.

  “As long as I get some more grandbabies.” A wide grin spreads across my face while Sophia’s turns bright pink with embarrassment.

  “We’ll try.” I take my seat in between Mike and Sophia.

  “Um…can we go a conversation without talking about fucking?” Dan Jr. grumbles just as the waitress walks up to us.

  “Hello, can I get you started on your order?” she asks Sophia’s dad, trying to pretend that she didn’t hear what Dan said.

  “They just arrived, so could you bring us some drinks
and an order of guacamole and chips to start off? We’ll be ready in two minutes.” He gives Sophia and me a warning glare. We’re about ten minutes late, but in restaurant time, that’s like a damn hour.

  “Are you ready to order now?”

  “I am.”

  “Well, then, we’re all ready,” I say. “I’ll start with mine. I’ll take your enchilada plate and a Modelo, please.” Sophia orders the same, but with a bottled Coke.

  Once she leaves us, they ask about Christmas. “Well, you said you were going to Crystal’s to stay, but we’re only down the road from them so we can easily get together.”

  “That’s great. I’d hoped that it wouldn’t be a big issue.”

  “Not at all. Although, I’ll be working on Christmas Eve to make up for the lost time with the patients.”

  “You don’t have money to take time off?”

  “It’s not about the money. It’s about the patients I bumped by going out of town. I don’t want to leave them stranded or traveling all the way to Dallas for something simple.”

  “Crystal’s going to be on vacation, so I can spend time with her anyway while Joe’s at work.”

  The lady brings a large bowl of guacamole and Sophia puts some on a small plate for us to share while I grab some chips before her hungry-ass brothers devour it all. I scoop up a bite and give it to Sophia. A moan escapes her lips, and my dick twitches. “That’s good.” I take one of my own before I fucking decide to take her mouth instead.

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Glad we don’t have to fucking fast, Mike.”

  “I feel you, bro.” For all the shit they’re talking, they haven’t stopped stuffing their face with the chips and salsa and guacamole.

  “For goodness’ sakes, you two are big babies. One day you’re going to meet a girl and turn to mush.” Dan’s face changes colors, and I wonder if he’s already met someone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sophia

  My first morning in my new home has been absolutely perfect. Joe and I just returned from Tennessee last night, and I’m so pleased to be his wife. “How are you feeling, beautiful?” he asks, coming out of the shower in only his towel draped loosely around his slender waist. Damn, those sexy lines that lead to his thick cock look so inviting, but I’m still tired.

  “Pleasurably sore,” I sigh, stretching out on the bed with my sleepy eyes focused on him. We’ve made love and napped. I only woke up as he exited the shower.

  “I have to meet the guys at the clubhouse in twenty minutes.” I look at him and down at my sheet-covered body because I’m not even dressed to go anywhere. “I’m sorry, but I want you to stay here.”

  The look on his face tells me that this isn’t up for debate, but I’m a newlywed. I want to be with my darling, sexy husband, so I challenge, “Why?”

  He slides his hand over my legs, slowly snaking them up my body. “It’s not the kind of shit I want you around,” he says, kissing my stomach.

  “Will there be other women there?” It’s not fair that I have to stay behind if others are allowed. Before I can finish my sentence, he picks me up and has me straddle his hips.

  “No. There’s a couple of prospects who will be around if you need them.”

  “Okay. Come back soon,” I demand with a full-blown pout, climbing off his lap and making sure to brush his hard cock with my pussy.

  “Bad girl. If I didn’t need to go, I’d be coming inside you right now.” He swats my ass, then drags me back for a quick kiss.

  “Promises, promises. Get going before we have Boomer beating down the door.” He kisses me once more before he leaves. I don’t bother to get dressed after a shower. Instead, I slip on one of Joe’s dress shirts. I love wearing just them.

  I'm relaxing on the sofa with my latest book while Doc heads to the clubhouse for some guy talk. I love the man but I don't want to make him worry about me, so like a good girl I didn't put up a fight when he told me to stay here.

  The sun beats through the living room window, forcing me to shut the curtains when the bell rings for the gate. I walk to the panel on the wall, checking it like Joe taught me. It's a woman in a Lexus sedan, although I don’t know the model. It’s then that I spot the hospital tags on the rearview mirror. I wonder if they are checking up on him and why. I know he called in for his one shift.

  "Hello, how can I help you?" I ask through the intercom. Remembering that I can switch the camera angle, I get a good look at the woman. She’s a little older than me, probably closer to Joe’s age, and that instantly bothers me.

  "Hi, Sammie. It's Alma. I'm here to check on Joseph at the hospital's request. Can I come in?" She knows Sammie? The familiarity in her words tell me this is probably not her first time here.

  "Sure." I don't say that I'm not Sammie. The second after I buzz her through the gate, a feeling of dread rips through my gut and a chill runs up my spine as I realize I’ve made a mistake.

  I run to the bedroom and slip on some leggings instead of just one of Joe's tees.

  When I open the door, I'm surprised to see her face dolled up and pissed off as if she’s shocked to see me here.

  "You're not Sammie. Where's Joey?" From the jealous anger on her face, I know I’m dealing with an ex or something. This bitch needs to go. I don't want anyone stealing my happiness. Exes aren’t welcome in my presence.

  "I know I'm not. I'm at a loss as to why you're looking for Joe. He's not home. How do you know him?"

  She pushes her way in, looking around the room as if she hopes I’m lying. "I'm his girlfriend, of course. Who are you?"

  Every nerve in my body pulses with adrenaline. I spin to face her with a glare and my arms crossed. "I'm his wife."

  She scoffs, appraising me, snidely adding, "Wife? You look like you could be his daughter." What a cunt.

  "Good genes. Now, since you're not welcome—you should go."

  "Strange he never mentioned he was getting married the last time..." She looks at me from head to toe, focusing on my belly." He got you pregnant, didn't he? Bastard." I’m losing my cool with this broad. Guys will stick their dicks in anything, it seems, including snobby skanks.

  "The last time?"

  An evil grin crosses her face momentarily before she answers me. “Yes. We'd been together until last week before he suddenly left. Our little closet trysts are the highlight of our long shifts."

  Shit, I feel like I'm going to be sick. My stomach rolls, doing flips so badly that I might throw up on this bitch. "You've been with him the past three months?"

  "The last three years, you dumb girl. Maybe you should just get an abortion and move on." I choke on the bile in my throat. How could he do this to me? Is that really why he didn't call all those months? He didn't truly miss me when he was busy dicking this hoe. No wonder he was willing to wait until we got married to have sex.

  "Not going to happen. Now, if you would leave, that would be great,” I tell her, unwilling to listen to anything more she has to say.

  "I knew I should have married him in Vegas after his friend's wedding,” she adds, attempting to bait me.

  My suspicion raised, I ask, "You went to Vegas with him?"

  Her face brightens like she's got some damn tea to spill and is loving every heartbreaking moment of it. "Yes. He took me to his closest friend's wedding. You know, the guy who owns this whole town. It was amazing, but Joey didn't want to steal their thunder." It strikes me she's totally fucking lying so boldly to my face. Is she lying about just that, or about everything? Fuck, I hope it’s everything.

  "You mean the wedding I attended as the maid of honor, seeing as the owner of this town is my brother-in-law?"

  She gasps, getting caught up in her lies. I clench my teeth, snarling at the bitch. Reaching for the door, I say, "Get the fuck out of my house or I'll fucking throw your ass out."

  "He's mine, and he'll always be mine. Men his age like jailbait for fun times, but he'll be back with me soon." I'm about to shove her out of the house when she
slaps me across the face with a weak-ass bitch slap. I may be a super princess, but I'm not the dainty kind. I'm like a motherfucking warrior princess. I grab the bitch by her hair and drag her ass to the door, kicking the cunt in her stomach.

  "You think putting your hands on me is going to do anything? You nutcase. I don't give a fuck if you were his fuck toy. He's mine and always will be. If he wanted you, you two would be married, but you're not. I’m his wife."

  She reaches out to strike me, but she doesn't connect and that's when I lose it. The thought of Doc doing things to her that he's done to me brings out the rage in me. The next gut check is from my fist. Then I backhand her across the face, sending her ass falling backward onto the floor. She reaches for the first thing in her path, swinging an umbrella at me, clipping me on the shoulder.

  She done fucked up now. I'm not having it. I rush her, punching her in the face this time and slamming her to the ground. I hold her down and spit in her face. "You're nothing and you'll never be anything. I want your head and if I get my way, you'll be chopped to pieces."

  "What the hell is going on?" Joe roars, entering the house with other footfalls behind him. I turn to look in his direction, and she uses that second to tear a lock of my hair out. I screech out in agony. The slut smirks, and I lose it.

  "You fucking cunt," I scream out, threading my fingers through her hair and bashing her head onto the wooden floor. Joe grabs me from behind, yanking me easily off her, but my hands are still flailing and I elbow him in the gut. How dare he take me off his whore! I feel betrayed.