by Olivia Jones
Tanner smiled. “I forgot about that one. That was my first tattoo—back when I joined Black Widow.”
“You mean you didn't get this spider tattoo first?”
“No when I first joined I had to be a prospect for a year.”
I scratched his head with my nails and Tanner purred like a cat. “Prospect?”
Tanner closed his eyes, deep in thought. “Kind of like a pledge for a fraternity. You do all the shitty work the MC needs done. I got this gun tattooed on my side after my first week with Black Widow. Isaac was with me at the time.” Tanner smiled at the memory. “He wanted me to get a sword with fire but I thought a gun would be more badass.”
I stood up and started putting my panties back on. “You should take a shower. You'll feel better.”
“Only if you take one with me.” Tanner's lips stretched into a grin and he pulled me into his arms. I giggled as he nuzzled his nose against mine. Would I always stay this happy with him? He had so much darkness surrounding him. How could we ever live a normal life?
Chapter Nineteen
Tanner
How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Grace—the beautiful and understanding woman made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust her and follow her lead.
“Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto her and pulled Grace to me. Her lips tasted so sweet that I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.
I craned her neck to the side, revealing her bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on her, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at her backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by her nice ass in a thong. I reached down and squeezed each ass cheek hard.
Grace jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when she was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Grace out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.
Grace knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of her through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”
I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”
Grace bounced into the shower, closing her eyes and soaking her blonde hair. Her hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”
I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”
“You're abnormally thick and long,” she replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”
I nodded and bit my lower lip as she deftly stroked me. She was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Grace kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch her hand away from my manliness before it was too late.
I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It's her turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I felt up her breasts, massaging and kneading them. I stuck my index finger into Grace's mouth and she sucked on me hard.
“I'm so ready for you,” Grace murmured.
I moved my hand between her thighs and grazed her sex. Grace moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery that it was almost too easy. She collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed her hard as I forced my fingers deeper and deeper.
“That feels so good, Tanner. Please don't stop,” Grace yelled.
I pinched her erect nipples and I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her body reacted with a spasm every time I pulled in and out. I could feel her tighten around me. She was close. I curled my fingers and pushed against her wall. Grace opened her mouth and let out a groan, her body quivering all over.
The sight of her coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun her around and pinned Grace against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of her back and ran down her spine. She pushed out her ass until she met my erection. I was pressed right in between her ass cheeks and Grace rubbed me up and down.
“I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Grace's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling her. My fingers gripped onto her hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside her and Grace moaned at the top of her lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.
“Harder, Tanner,” she commanded.
I gathered her hair into a short ponytail and tugged, snapping her head back. I used her hair as leverage as I pounded her against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Grace.
“Wait for me,” she begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.
Grace came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Grace,” I moaned.
We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.
“'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”
I collected Grace in my arms and laid her against me. My heart was beating so fast against her back. No woman had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.
“What made you think of that?” she replied, looked back at me.
I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”
“The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”
“Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”
Grace nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”
I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”
“I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Grace laughed, pointing at my tattoo.
“Silly woman, that isn't real. But if an actual black widow was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”
Grace patted my leg. “Don't worry, Tanner, I'll protect you.”
I sneaked my hands under her armpits and tickled her until she apologized.
After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”
Grace wrapped my arms around her. “But it feels so nice in here.”
I smiled and raked my fingers through her hair. I never wanted to leave. Grace was someone I could actually commit to. A woman who was my equal. Someone I could love.
Chapter Twenty
Grace
The clock radio next to my bed started to ring at eight in the morning. My hand reached out from under the covers and searched around until I found the snooze button. Strong arms wrapped around me and a sculpted body spooned me from behind. I looked over to see Tanner all naked and smiling next to me.
“Good morning, Grace.” Tanner yawned.
“I didn't think you were the type of guy to stay the night.”
“There's always a first for everything.” Tanner kissed me and his morning breath didn't even bother me.
I rolled over and nestled in the nook between his arm and chest. “Can we stay in bed all d
ay?”
Tanner traced his fingers across the bare skin of my arm. “I wouldn't want anything more.”
Was this really happening? Did I really sleep with the biker? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'd never felt this happy before. Not even when I graduated from med school or became a real doctor. I always thought I'd dedicate my life to my career—that it would be enough to satisfy me.
I didn't know what I was missing.
I felt this overwhelming love for Tanner. I'd only known him for a short while but it felt right. Felt like we belonged together. But could this really work? We were so different. Could I stay with an outlaw?
“Do you think we could really work together?”
Tanner lifted my chin until his gaze met mine. “Don't we deserve to be happy?”
I kissed him, feeling his strong embrace. “Yes,” I replied. “How about some breakfast?” I asked.
Tanner nodded. “Sounds fantastic. I didn't know you knew how to cook.”
I laughed. “I don't actually. My sister Rachel has been doing all the cooking even though she isn't very good either.”
Tanner cocked an eyebrow.“She's the one that said she'll kill me if I hurt you, right?”
I sucked my lips in. “Yep, she's the one. I'm sorry, she's actually pretty harmless.”
Tanner hid behind the sheets. “I think I'll stay here why you go find us some breakfast.”
I swung my legs over him and straddled his hips. “Don't tell me the great Tanner King is afraid of a girl?”
Tanner swung a pillow out of nowhere and hit me right in the face. He could barely contain his laughter. I scoffed and grabbed my own pillow, swinging with all my might. My hit didn't even phase him. Tanner attacked with his tickling that rendered me useless. I fell over and Tanner rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His dark eyes gazed into mine, his lips all serious.
“I'm never going to leave you, Grace Holmes.” He bent down and bit my bottom lip.
“You better not, or I'll hunt you down,” I replied, kissing him passionately.
Maybe an outlaw and a doctor could actually be together?
Epilogue
Grace
It was the perfect day for a picnic. The sun was shining brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. A huge crowd was gathering in the park for the annual picnic in Sacks County. I looked to the other end of our flannel blanket and Tanner was sitting up, unloading our lunches from the picnic basket.
I lay back and soaked up the sun, holding my swollen belly. I stretched out my legs and arms, the diamonds on my wedding ring reflected back at me.
“How's our boy doing?” Tanner asked.
“Kicking a lot out. I think he's ready to leave.”
“I can't wait. Remember our wedding?”
“How could I forget? One hundred bikers and my small family,” I replied.
“I'm glad I got to meet your parents,” he said.
“I'm just glad that they finally made up with Rachel. I felt so bad when we got engaged and I had to move out.”
Tanner reached his hand over to mine. “Where is she by the way?”
I looked around and found her walking over with Claire. “How's my little pumpkin?” Rachel said, rubbing my belly.
Claire kneeled down next to me. “What's his name going to be, Grace?”
“We were thinking about Isaac.”
Her eyes glistened as she smiled and felt my belly. “He's going to be a strong boy like his father.”
Tanner nodded and I laughed. “Yeah but hopefully he doesn't come out with a black widow tattoo already.”
We watched the other MC members set up for the picnic. Big Mike brought over a giant barbecue and he was cooking burgers and hot dogs. Caleb and Slade were sitting at a table arguing over whose Harley was better.
Tanner lay next to me. “Are you happy, Grace?”
I looked over at him concerned. “Why do you ask? Can't you see the smile on my face?”
“I know but I just want to know if you're truly happy being with me.”
I held his face in my hands. “We've had our ups and downs but I wouldn't change anything. We're about to become a family.” I put his hand on my belly and Tanner felt Isaac kick. “We made that and he's ours.”
Tanner almost started crying. My strong King. My heart couldn't handle the amount of love I felt for him right now.
“I love you, Mr. King.”
Tanner kissed me. “Love you too, Mrs. King.”
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Chapter One
Brooke
Shit! I arrived at the Nautilus Club fifteen minutes late again. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated girls three times and a long pink awning jutted out from the front door. I stumbled out of my car, carrying my purse and bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a hug that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.
The club lights were dimmed and Cherry danced on stage to Britney Spears's “Womanizer”. A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I took a hard right through velvet curtains that stated employees only.
Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suits available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of his girls. “Brooke! You gotta be kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”
Damn! I thought he might not have noticed this time.
“I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”
Joe checked his watch. “There's no traffic at eight o'clock.”
“I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. Joe was a sucker for a pretty girl.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Cherry offered to switch. You go on in twenty minutes.”
I really owed Cherry a big one. This was the fifth time she had covered for me. Maybe I could buy her some makeup as a thank you.
Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Jasmine's shift on Saturday night.”
Double Shit! This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot.
“You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”
Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.
I walked into the makeup room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at Nautilus were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.
I pulled out a blue bikini that was bedazzled with little sequins. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big breasts into the bikini top. I sat down at my station and opened the drawer full of makeup. I brushed my hair and darkened my eyes with black liner and eyeshadow. I added the biggest fake lashes and overdid the lipstick.
Helena strutted into the room wearing a long dress and platform shoes. She was very thin and tall with small perky breasts. She could've been a model if she wanted to. Most of the women were so jealous of her body.
“Joe seems angrier than usual. Were you late again, Brooke?” Helena sat down at the station next to mine. She had been dancing at the Nautilus f
or over ten years. When I started dancing, Helena helped me through the basics.
I capped my lipstick and pursed my lips in the mirror. “Only by fifteen minutes. I could be one minute late and he'd still go ballistic.”
Helena laughed. “Joe is Joe.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “We just got in a big group of bikers.”