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“A moped, sure, but I tend to pick things up pretty fast.” She rubbed her lips together. “Always been this way.”
Doc reached up and pulled the sunglasses away, her gray eyes now staring at him intently. “You’re good. I’ll bet Macha patches you before month’s end.”
She laughed, the sound infinitely better when it vibrated through to him. Isa slid her hands up his chest and tugged on the shirt beneath it. “And what if they do?”
“I’ll gladly ride bitch with you any day.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Why would you do that?
He cupped her cheeks. “Because then I can smell you, touch you”—his thumbs parted her lips—“and kiss you.”
A wispy sigh escaped her before his lips descended on hers. Softly at first, their mouths connected. He tangled his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to him. Isa responded quickly, opening her mouth and moaning at the connection of their tongues. He deepened the kiss, never getting enough of her. She tasted as sweet as he imagined, her soft lips only outdone by her candy tongue.
Isa scooted up his lap, his cock alive with the thought of having nothing between her bare body and him. She looped her arms around his neck and rubbed against him, teasing him further. For a virgin, she seemed to know her way around a man. He wasn’t complaining one bit. Not now that he knew the connection between them wasn’t one-sided.
She whimpered when he pulled away. He gently grazed her mouth with his thumb. Her lips were swollen from their recent act, her eyelids still closed. He’d have to go easy with her. She couldn’t be taken hard and rough. At least not yet. Isa wasn’t ready for him.But I’ll get her ready.
Doc kissed the side of her neck. “We better get inside before I decide to take you right here on my bike.”
She gasped, and he looked up in time to see her worried expression.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll go slow.” He lifted her off the seat and couldn’t help but notice her shaky knees.
“If a woman doesn’t get a little weak in the knees, you aren’t kissing her right,” his old man told him once.
Well, he was damn sure he’d kissed Isa right.
“Where are we?”
Doc grabbed her hand and led her to the door. “A little project I like to do every once in a while when I don’t have Macha duties.”
Isa slipped in and stopped at the threshold to glance around the room. “This is a clinic.”
“Yep, sure is.” He strode past her and greeted the receptionist. “Hey, Laurie. Anything I can help out with today?”
The young receptionist sat up a little straighter and pushed her chest out. Too many women were drawn to the club members, Laurie no exception. “That’d be great.” She handed him a stack of files, then looked behind him. “Who’s she?”
Doc noticed Isa standing anxiously nearby. She looked completely out of place. “A friend.” He saw Laurie scowl but didn’t address it. He and the receptionist had shaken desk drawers several times over the past six months. Today, though, he didn’t feel anything for her.
Isa’s eyes slowly scanned him.And she’s the reason why.
Turning around, he jerked his head to the hallway. Thankfully, Isa followed without him having to utter a word. Once they were in a small patient room, she opened her pretty little mouth.
“Why are we here? You aren’t a doctor. That’s just your MC name, right?”
He rifled through the first file, not ready to divulge his entire life story. “Technically, no, I’m not a doctor, but I’ve worked as a paramedic long enough to help with stitches and such.” He grabbed the next folder. “And my MC name has a different story.”
“What do you meantechnically?”
He opened the door and called for the little boy and his mother to come back. “Watch and find out.”
14
Isa
Isa saton the rolling stool, eyes intent on watching everything Doc did. He was incredible. Not once did he lose his cool with the patients. He spoke in a soothing voice to the nine-year-old who needed stitches after falling off his skateboard and cracked jokes with an elderly woman when it came time to draw blood. He never flinched when someone commented on his Macha tattoos or his long hair. She hadn’t seen the Macha emblem on him before. The dark ink looked new, and she immediately wondered when he’d gotten it.
Over the next two hours, Doc helped fifteen patients who couldn’t afford a regular emergency room or walk-in clinic. By the time they were through, Isa could only stare at him in awe. He was much more than a shaggy-haired biker.
