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“I think you enjoyed that as much as I did.” She nodded and he chuckled. “Every time I catch you rolling those stunning gray eyes, expect a repeat of this.”
She licked her lips at the thought, and he palmed her ass. “Doc, I want you—”
“Not yet,” he interrupted, shaking his head.
“Why not?”
After kissing the tip of her nose, he pulled her against his chest. “You’re not ready.”
“Is it because I’m inexperienced—” she started, but he kissed her into silence.
When he finally pulled away, he tucked her hair behind her ears. “You’re special, Isa, and you deserve to be treated like a princess. I’d never let any woman’s first time with a man be in a clubhouse full of horny bikers.” He nipped her top lip. “I want you all to myself. No one else deserves to hear you come.”
Goose bumps scattered along her skin, his words only sealing their fate. “When are we moving to the lodge?”
Doc hugged her tight and kissed the top of her head. “Soon enough, princess. Then you’re all mine.”
15
Isa
Tipping backthe tumbler of whiskey, Isa leaned back and eyed Dolly and the nymphs. They’d invited her for a little midday fun while the men were at church. Seeing how friends were limited, she’d agreed. It was better than waiting for the hunky biker who she couldn’t get off her mind.
Now, an hour later, she was sipping on something strong while she watched the door.
Ever since their lips met, she desired him. Even if only to touch his muscular arms or trace his elaborate tattoos. She may have been under Macha protection, but she wanted to beunderDoc more.
A blush crossed her face, and she took a large gulp of the alcohol.
“Oh, looks like somebody’s thinking about our Doc,” Dolly teased, hopping up on the bar top.
The move from the clubhouse to the bar came after Brewer asked for help organizing the recent deliveries to the bar that pulled him out of church early. Naturally, the nymphs wanted no part of that manual labor, but they were fond of the man himself, so they’d kept themselves busy while two prospects helped Brewer.
Dolly swung her legs like a pendulum over the side. Her short black skirt was hiked to her upper thigh, showing off plenty of skin. It hit her then that she’d never seen Dolly with any of the members.I wonder if she’s gay.When the tattoo-covered woman leaned over and kissed a prospect full on the mouth, Isa disregarded her previous thought. Of course, it didn’t matter what orientation Dolly was. She was as close to a friend as Isa would get in Colorado.
Isa finished her drink and brought the empty glass to the bar. “Perhaps, but don’t tell him.” She smirked and leaned her elbows on the bar top. “He’ll get a big head.”
“Girl, please, he already has a big head.” Dolly snorted. “Don’t believe me, ask any of my nymphs.”
Turning around, Isa studied the array of Macha nymphs. They were all shapes and sizes, but none as tall as her. It didn’t happen too often in her experience.
“He’s been with all of them?”
Dolly jumped off the bar and patted Isa’s shoulder. “Aw, sweetie, that’s what the nymphs are for. They keep the bikers sated.” She jutted her chin toward the redheaded nymph practicing a dance routine on an empty table. “At least until they find an old lady. Even then, some Macha members have open relationships.”
The mere mention made Isa’s pulse skyrocket.I have a lot to learn about Macha.The television shows about bikers weren’t based on this club. Most people preferred the rough bikers like the ones she’d heard of in Ireland.
Isa shook her head. Not her. She’d much rather learn about Macha. From her short time with them, the MC showed her that all bikers weren’t scoundrels.
“‘Old lady’ sounds so derogative,” Isa said, handing the glass to Brewer. He eyed her, then refilled it before returning to his duties.
“Oh, but it’s not.” Dolly pulled her away from the bar and toward a booth. “Being an old lady means your man values you above any other girl.” She grinned. “It means you’re in a committed relationship.”
“So, then it’s the same as being married?”
“Not always, but sometimes. Macha promotes marriage but doesn’t tie her members to the tradition unless both parties want it. My parents weren’t married, but that didn’t stop them from being fully committed to each other until death.”
Isa sipped on the whiskey, letting the liquid burn her throat. Already two tumblers in, she was feeling the effects of day drinking.
