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“Yeah, and a few minutes later you would’ve been stripping on the bar top.” He kicked open the door and steered her down the hall. “Not that I’d mind all that much.” She tripped on the rug outside the bedroom, laughing loudly when he caught her and put her upright again.
Doc closed the bedroom door, and before he could speak, Isa was there, arms wrapped around his neck. She leaned into him, her breasts perky and lacking any sort of bra. How he missed that before was beyond him.No wonder everyone was staring.Damn woman.
“Kiss me,” she demanded, pouty lips ready for action.
The temptation nearly outweighed his better sense, but he shook his head and kept his mouth out of reach. “Not like this, Isa.”
She frowned and shoved at him. “Eejit.”
He caught her hand on his chest and fought the urge that felt so natural. “Believe me, there’s nothing I’d rather do.”
“Then do it.”
For a split second, he almost did. The glassy look in her eyes unearthed a speck of honor. “I can’t.” He helped her to the bed, but she merely stood next to it. “You won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”
Isa crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up her breasts. Fuck, he’d have one hell of a time with her if she were a mere nymph instead of a protected princess. The longer she stood there looking like heaven on earth, the more his groin protested.
“Why can’t you kiss me?” She finally relented and crawled under the covers, yawning as her head hit the fluffy pillow.
Doc stared down into her gray eyes, darker in the dim lighting. “Because when I kiss you, I want you to remember it.”
“I’d never forget a kiss from you.” She giggled, then hugged the pillow beside her, sleep overtaking her instantly.
Sitting on the bed, he watched the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her breaths gently moved her long hair, and he couldn’t resist. Sliding a tendril through his calloused fingers, he sighed. Every fiber of his being raged when the patch members goaded him about fucking this princess. They wanted her for a quick screw because she was gorgeous. He wanted her for much more than that.Longer too. Much longer.Kissing Isa would set off a domino effect. If he had her once, he wouldn’t stop until she was his permanently. He wasn’t certain if he was ready for the kind of commitment a princess like her deserved.
He carefully lay next to her, her slight wheezing making him chuckle. Isa deserved better than a washed-out doctor turned paramedic turned motorcycle club member.
He leaned over and kissed the tip of her slightly upturned nose.
Isa deserved a prince. He was a mere servant.
* * *
It was sometimein the middle of the night when Doc woke to Isa’s long hair sprawled over his face. He looked over long enough to see her draped over him like a blanket. He tried to move her back to the other side of the bed, but she only wrapped her body tighter to his.
Being the good guy never felt worse. He lay there in complete agony until she loosened her grip enough for him to slip off the bed. Checking his phone, he guessed he had another two hours before the bar closed.
Standing, he adjusted his hard cock through his jeans and stalked to the door. None of the nymphs would be up, so a shower would have to do.
Isa reached out to the spot beside her and grunted when he wasn’t there. “Doc?”
She sat up, and he held his breath. The room was pitch dark, a dim light from the hallway the only glow. Isa slumped back over and cuddled his pillow to her chest. When she moaned his name again, it was erotic, and he bit his tongue. If that little minx was having a sex dream about him, he’d spill his load then and there.
He waited quietly until her breathing mellowed out, and he rubbed a hand over his face.
Yeah, a very long shower.
* * *
The woman was drivinghim mad, and she’d only just arrived.
Doc hurried out of the clubhouse and went in search of Hawk. He found him outside the tattoo parlor. The familiar buzz of the tattoo machines comforted him for the first time that night. It was familiar and a constant in the club.
Hawk grabbed a cigarette from his pack and lit it. “She a sleeping beauty yet?”
“Something like that.” He leaned against the shop’s exterior. Queenie would have their hide if they damaged the recently painted shop, but he didn’t give a shit at the moment. He needed a release of some kind.But not a nymph.For some reason, he couldn’t force himself to call for one.
“You seem tense.” Hawk exhaled a puff of smoke. “She more of a handful than expected?”
