Opal (Rugged Skulls MC Book 2)

by Amy Davies

  My heart actually stops when he stops inches from me and lifts his hand up, brushing away the small piece of hair that has fallen across my forehead. My breath stills at the touch. Just that butterfly of a touch has my body tingling from head to toe. Lord knows how he would make me feel if he touched anywhere else.

  “You have no idea, Jodie.” His voice has taken on a husky tone, and I shiver. His lips quirk on one side, letting me know that he noticed.

  But his words register, and it’s like an ice-cold bucket of water has been poured over me. I take a step back and turn to the door, pulling it open and gesturing for to him to walk in.

  He frowns at me and steps toward the door but stops before he enters. His eyes bounce between mine, trying to get a read on me.

  “I will find out why you went stiff and commander-like. But first, I want us to talk.”

  He waves his arm into the room, indicating for me to go in first. A gentleman, I see, but I got that vibe from him anyway. I straighten my spine and walk inside, making a beeline for my little desk.

  Absently shifting papers around, I see him out of my peripheral vision, watching me. He shakes his head and takes a seat on the gray chair across from me. I look over to him and see that he has folded his arms across his chest, making his biceps bulge more and look even more lickable. Damn it, I shake my head and close my eyes, before taking in a deep breath.

  “What do you have to talk about, Opal.”

  “Stefan. You can call me Stefan,” he tells me, which has me a little confused because he told me on the first day to call him ‘Opal’.

  “Okay, Stefan, but I will say that I kind of like ‘Opal’. What do you want to talk about?” I look down at my watch and see that we only have forty-five minutes left of his session. “You are down to forty-five minutes.”

  With a nod and a smile, he shuffles forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, keeping his eyes locked on me. I lick my lips, following him doing so. He bites the corner of his bottom lip, but I refrain from that, even if it is hard to do so.

  “It was wrong of me to speak to you the way I did the other day. Respect was a big factor in our household growing up and my mother would have my hide if she found out about that.”

  “Okay,” I say slowly, not sure where he is going with this.

  Sighing, he continues, “I always admit when I’m wrong, holding my hands up to my fuck ups. This is not the first injury I have suffered, and I have never treated anyone the way I treated you. Speaking to one of the boys at the club, he made me see that the reason I was a prick to you was because you got under my skin.”

  “Why?” I ask, my voice breathy at this big strong man actually apologizing for his mistake.

  “The truth?” he asks, and I nod.

  “I’m attracted to you. Plain and simple. It has nothing to do with the fact that you are a woman and you handed my ass to me. Women can do jobs just as much as a man can. I’m a true believer in that.”

  “That’s not what your girlfriend said the other day.”

  His eyes get even more intense at my words and his lips thin, before he sits back with a shrug, letting his shoulders drop. He keeps his eyes on me while he contemplates his next words.

  I take in his stubble that covers his jaw, that perfect balance of color that suits his skin tone. The kissable lips, the sexy nose piercings. The blue eyes that can hold me in a battle, a battle I’m not sure I want to win.

  “Dezi isn’t my girlfriend.”

  “So, friends with benefits, then. Does she know that you don’t want more?” I question. With a small smile and a nod, he speaks again.

  “You could say that. She does now. Dezi is what we call a Rugged Reg. They are women who aren’t fully associated with the club, but they come to the club to fuck the members on a regular basis, with the condition that no promises or commitments are made. Dezi became extra clingy when Magnum called dibs on Risky.”

  “I’m sorry, what? Dibs?” I ask, completely confused about what that means, because he said that to me when I was at the club the other day.

  His sweet smile turns into a full-on megawatt, panty melting smile. He stands up and walks over to my chair, but I don’t miss the slight limp he has going on today. I frown up at him, my gaze staying on him.

  He drops to his knee, resting one arm on the corner of my desk and the other on the arm of my chair. His blue eyes penetrate my amber ones. His gaze drops to my lips as I run my tongue along my bottom lip, before biting it.

  His eyes narrow, just before he brings his hand to my jaw and uses his thumb to pull my lip free from my teeth. He licks his own before he speaks words that could make panties around the world drop.

  “Lips like these should not be brutalized by being bitten unless it’s during a good hard fucking. I have a far better use for them.” His voice is thick with arousal; gravelly yet smooth.

  “Stefan, I—” I say with his hand sill cupping my jaw.

  “Shhh. We have work to do, Doc.” He winks at me and stands to full height, then struts over to the bed and lies down, before kicking off his running shoes.

  Well okay then, let’s get this session started. I shake my body out again because his words hit me hard and made my panties wet. Pushing myself out of the chair, I walk over to the sink and wash my hands before I get started. My gaze is cemented to Stefan as he lies there, waiting for me to get my hands on him. I shiver at the thought.

  I walk over to the table and look down at him.

  “Okay, are you ready, Opal?” I purposely use his club name, and I see his lips twitch, but he keeps his eyes closed.

  “Have at me, Doc.” Then he opens his eyes and I am hit with a jolt of lust.

  “How was the pain after you left last time?” I ask.

  Picking up his foot, I inspect the healed scar from his surgery. Leaning over, I pick up the essential oil I like to use on my patients. With Opal I’m using almond oil and ginger oil. The oils help in different ways during recovery, but I always check for nut allergies before applying.

  “Ached like a bitch for a few days, but the green helped,” he explains, and my movements stop.

  Did he just say green, as in weed, as in marijuana?

  “Have you been smoking weed, Opal?”

  He slowly moves so he’s resting up on his elbows and brings his gaze to me. A sexy smile in place as he takes in the frown on my face.

  “Yeah, it helps with the pain. The painkillers the hospital gave me made me sick, so I stopped taking them. Green and beer helped,” he says like he didn’t just admit mixing drugs and alcohol to numb the pain.

  Straightening up, I place my hands on my hips and glare at him, which only makes his smile wider. Freaking infuriating man.

  “You did not just admit that to me. Your doctor.”

  “Yeah, I did. And officially you aren’t my doctor. You’re doing this as a favor to Preach.” He shrugs.

  “Are you paying me?” I ask.

  Nine

  Opal

  “Are you paying me?” she asks. I roll my eyes at her attitude.

  “Yeah, I’m paying,” I answer, loving the fire in her eyes. Using my core muscles, I sit up, making us eye to eye. Again, she licks her lips as her gaze drops to my mouth, and I can’t help but smirk at her.

  “I’m paying you off the books, as a favor to Preach. I would rather pay you cash in hand than have the government take their load of taxes. So, with cash in hand, that means you are a friend taking care of a friend.”

  “Friend? I barely know you, Opal,” she adds as her body moves closer. I’m not sure she realizes that she’s swaying forward, toward me. I cock an eyebrow at her and look down, catching a glimpse of her fleshy breasts in the ‘v’ of her shirt.

  “Really?” I bring my gaze back up to her and wink.

  “Can you blame me? I mean, baby, they are fucking spectacular,” I explain, dropping my gaze again, making her huff and fold her arms across her chest, effectively pushing her tits up further.

&n
bsp; She clicks her fingers in front of my face, drawing my attention away from her more than ample chest. Bummer.

  “I still stand by the no fraternizing policy between doctor and patient, Stefan. I have to.” By the time she’s finished speaking, her words have lost their fire. It’s like she doesn’t believe in them any more than I do.

  “For now,” I say in a low tone. Taking one last look at her chest, I give her a sweet smile that I know has a great effect on women.

  “Let’s do this, Doc. The sooner I’m back on my bike, the sooner I can take you on a date, since you’re being a stickler for the rules.” I bounce my eyebrows at her as she stares at me with wide eyes and her mouth opening and closing.

  She regains her focus and huffs as she walks over to the storage box and pulls out a black tension band, before turning back to face me with devious smile on her face.

  I chuckle. “There’s my Devil Doc.”

  She loops the band around my ankle, and we use it do the pull stretches. She controls the tension, making me do all the work. We do that for ten minutes, then we move onto the twist disc, which we didn’t use last time.

  I watch as she leans against the counter, watching me twist on my ankle, going left and right. I can feel the muscles tightening, but I can also feel the ankle freeing up, which is what I want and fucking need.

  “So, what do you say, Jodie. A date, anything you want?” I grin at her.

  She stares at me, contemplating her answer before she gives me a smile. A smile that almost knocks me on my ass. It’s not a sweet smile, oh no. One side of her mouth kicks up in a devious smile.

  “Anything?” she asks. Most men would be scared of the tone in her voice, but me… I will take it in my stride. Not much worries me.

  “Anything, babe.” Her lips twitch.

  “Let me think and get back to you.” She smirks then turns to write in my notes, bending at the waist, leaning one arm on the countertop, giving me the perfect view of her round, juicy ass that matches her juicy tits.

  “Tease,” I mutter, and I hear her let out a light laugh.

  I get to work on my exercises, making sure that I do each count and don’t skimp on them. I want this done and over with so I can take this woman out for some food and drinks and then get her back to my bed, where I can devour her for hours on end.

  Just the thought of resting my face between those creamy breasts is getting my dick hard. I have no doubt they will feel smooth, fleshy and taste of utter perfection. Being the ass man that I am, I know a good fuckable ass when I see one, and my woman has that.

  I smile at the thought of her being my woman, even though she doesn’t know it yet. When I called ‘dibs’ on her at the club, I was letting everyone know that she was mine. I just need to break it to her slowly, so she doesn’t bolt.

  Her being a mom and having a shitty ex I know will bring drama into my life, and I hate drama, but I’m thinking that maybe her kind of drama would end with the both of us panting and sweating together in bed for the rest of our lives.

  Colt and Crude, the old fuckers, were right about knowing it when we saw the one who would make us call ‘dibs’, and fuck me, Jodie made me want to scream it from the top of my lungs.

  Our short time together meant nothing.

  She would be mine.

  “That’s enough, Opal. You’re done for the day. How does the ankle feel?” Her voice breaks through my thoughts. I blink and step off the twist disc.

  “Good. Thank fuck I have the stamina to do everything you make me do.” I wink at her and this time she blushes.

  Oh, hell yes.

  I smirk at her and take the few steps to close the gap between us. I hear her breath hitch at the closeness, and I know I have her. Smiling down at her, I rest my hands on the counter at her side, caging her in. Bringing her gaze up to me, I see the amber of her eyes darken with lust, which makes my cock twitch in my shorts.

  “You have no idea how much I want to see how much of your body that blush touches. Damn, Jodie.”

  Moving in, I breathe in her flowery scent and my dick goes from hard to steel in a split second. Her breathing hikes up again as I remove the last bit of distance between us.

  My lips skim over the skin just below her ear. She shivers at the contact, and I smile.

  “Opal. Stefan, please,” she moans as I lay gentle kisses there. She leans her head to the side, giving me better access.

  Her moans alone have my dick leaking in my green camo shorts. Thank fuck for the dark patches. I can only imagine what she would do to me when I actually got her into my bed, or in her bed. Fuck, any bed will do.

  Her words from earlier come to mind about not dating patients, and I get that she wants to remain professional, but she can forget that with me. I am not her usual patient.

  “Jodie, baby.” I breathe her name.

  “What?” she moans as I gently drag my teeth over her pulse. I know she will explode when my next words register.

  Kissing her one more time before sucking gently on the same spot, I move my lips to the shell of her ear and speak.

  “I’ll fire you.”

  It takes a second for the words to hit home. She rears back, frowning at me, but all I can do is smile and step back. I can see the fire in her eyes building.

  “Are you shitting me?” she barks, and I shake my head, moving away to pick up my shoe and pull it on, ignoring the slight ache in my ankle. “Stefan.”

  I keep tying my laces, before I look up, making her fume, which is hot as hell to see. Her cheeks are flushed but damn she looks so good.

  I open my mouth to answer her but my phone rings on top of the counter. Standing up, I see Magnum’s name flash across the screen. Holding a finger up to Jodie, I answer.

  “Yeah, Prez?”

  “I need you back at the Tower. Got news on Omen, brother,” Magnum barks down the line, and I grit my teeth. My blood boils, but I don’t let my anger show on the outside.

  “On my way.” With that, I hang up and turn to face a still livid Jodie. I grin at her and step over to where she’s still standing, now with her hands on her hips; hips that I want to grip onto as I fuck her into next week.

  Her arms drop to her sides as I close the distance between us, and her eyes scrutinize me, bouncing between mine, then dropping to my lips. I let out a light chuckle when I reach her.

  “I’ve got to go. Give me your number so I can text or call you about the date.”

  “No,” she states, leaving no room for argument, but if there is one thing she will learn about me it’s that I’m always patient, but I will always get my own way.

  Smiling, I lean in and rest my hands on her hips, waiting for her body to relax and succumb to my touch. Happens every time. In a matter of seconds, her shoulders drop, deflated. She licks her lips as the anger from her face falls and her eyes go soft again.

  It’s one of the things I noticed with her; Jodie’s eyes always have a soft look to them.

  “Baby, yes. You won’t go on a date with me because of your policy, well, now we have an option. Now give me your phone. I have to go.”

  “Where?” she asks, and I shake my head as I answer her.

  “Club business, babe. That’s the one thing I can’t ever talk to you about.”

  Her back goes stiff a little but she doesn’t step back from me. We assess each other for a split second before I speak again.

  “Phone, babe,” I say, a little more firmly this time, because I know what is waiting for me back at the clubhouse.

  Sighing, she steps away from me and walks over to her desk where her phone sits. I watch as her ass moves with each step, the sway of her hips. Only a matter of time before I have my hands on her. Jodie will know in time that I am not letting her go. Even with the small amount of time we’ve spent together, she is the type of woman I want in my life.

  And Risky will love her and her feisty personality.

  “Here,” she says with a feisty tone, turning and holding the phone out for m
e.

  I shake my head with a smile and take it from her. I add my number into her phone. Holding it up between us, I take a step forward, so we are toe to toe. I tap her chest gently with the phone.

  “Answer when I call or text. This date will happen, babe. You know you feel this.” Leaning in, I kiss the corner of her mouth.

  Her skin is soft, warm, and she smells fucking delicious. Like almonds and coconut. She sucks in a quick breath and her chest expands, pushing her breasts into my chest. Dropping my gaze, I see her creamy skin flushing red with a sexy blush.

  Biting my lip, I bring my gaze back to hers, releasing a deep moan, letting her know that I appreciate the sight.

  “Later, babe.”

  I turn and walk from the room without a backward glance. As soon as I step out into the sun, the meeting that is waiting for me crashes into my mind and my good mood plummets.

  My strides eat up the driveway as I storm into the clubhouse. When I enter, the room goes quiet, besides a few murmurs, but I don’t listen to them. I don't care at the moment; I just need to know what they know.

  I look at Sarge, who has just filled the doorway, looking over his shoulder. Edge is standing, waiting. Prez said they had news over the phone, so hopefully it’s something we need to find that fucker. He needs to be put down. I stroll over to them, taking in deep breaths with each step. Sarge turns and starts down the hall to the room where we hold church.

  Edge looks at me and warns, “Stay calm, brother.” He looks at me, his entire body stiff.

  My eyes narrow at him before he walks away with me right on his heels, wanting to know what the fuck they found out. Edge swings the door open to the room with Magnum, Slide and Rookie already in their seats around the club table.

  What in the hell is going on? Why the fuck are they acting like this?

  I take a seat, my shoulders tense, but soon relax when I remember who I’m surrounded by.

  If this is bad news, which it probably is, my brothers will be there to help me. To stand by my side. To fight this fucker right with me and do it with great pleasure.