AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Get it together.She pasted on a smile. “You can call me Isa.”
Doc shook her hand, then grabbed both bags under his arms. “All right, Isa, let’s go. We’re already late.”
Isa struggled to keep up with his long strides. Normally it wasn’t such an issue, but he evidently wasn’t in a good mood and wanted to punish her for being tardy. “Late for what?”
Pausing in front of a black pickup truck, he tossed her luggage in the back. “For church.”
She wrinkled her brow. “Church?”
He smirked and unlocked the truck. “Not the hymn type of church. The MC meeting church.”
“Oh.” She climbed into the jacked-up truck and barely got the door shut before the vehicle squealed out of the parking lot. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He pushed his hair out of his eyes, then slipped on a pair of sunglasses. “Just what I was going to ask.”
Isa’s gaze whipped to him, no longer concerned with the seat belt. “What?”
“Nothing.” He nodded to her skirt. “You may want to change before you meet the club. We’re respectful of women, but the way you wear that miniskirt will make more than one brother toe that line.”
Her hands immediately went to her thighs. In retrospect, wearing the gray tweed skirt wasn’t her idea but Orla’s. She’d loved the skirt matched with a flowing, long-sleeved white shirt paired with old-fashioned lace-up boots. She adored the outfit. “You’re saying men in America can’t keep it in their pants?”
He chuckled. “Oh, we can.” He glanced over to her, a crooked smile showing perfectly straight teeth. “I’m just saying I won’t particularly like my Macha brothers ogling you.”
Isa crossed her arms over her chest. “Why would you care if they ogled me?”
Instead of answering, he fixed his gaze on the highway. His jaw tightened, as if his words were meant to be silent. Despite the blond scruff, she saw the grin.
A hint of a thought echoed in her mind. She shivered at the notion that he might want her all to himself. She’d never been anyone’s before. Not in the real sense.
Sneaking a peek over to the solemn Doc, Isa’s stomach flipped unexpectedly.
Maybe this trip won’t be so bad after all.
4
Doc
Fuck me,she’s gorgeous.Doc pulled into the club parking lot and threw it into Park. The entire ride from the airport had been hell for him. Isa’s lavender scent filled the truck cab, and her tiny skirt made it impossible to concentrate on anything she said. Her Irish lilt tempted him to pull over and kiss her luscious lips.
Fuck, I don’t get bent up about women.
When the Macha princess didn’t show up on time, he’d been pissed. He called Reaper to bitch, but of course the man didn’t answer. He’d arrived six months ago to help his uncle on the medical side of the club. He’d never guessed an ulterior motive. Reaper failed to explain why Doc was chosen for this particular protection detail, but he always enjoyed the role when it rotated to him. Most of the time, the jobs were simple and done by dinner.Until today.
He climbed out of the cab and grabbed her bags from the bed. Isa’s sandy blonde hair swept over her shoulders, enticing him to run his fingers through the lengths that almost reached her delectable ass. Walking around the truck, he held his breath. Her long and slender legs did him in. The instant he saw her, he imagined her willowy body wrapped around his.
Fuck. Stop it!He didn’t get cockeyed over a woman. Then again, he’d never met this woman before.
Isa turned enough to grace him with a smile he didn’t deserve. He’d acted like an ass since meeting her. He barely spoke during the drive to town despite her best efforts. Her soft words sent him over the edge, and he had to stay quiet lest he fuck up his job already. It was bound to happen if he didn’t stop thinking of Isa like she was a goddamn goddess.
“Where am I staying?” Her gray eyes swept over the main clubhouse in Snowshoe. It was next to the garage, where he spotted a few members working on cars. The place could use a fresh coat of paint but overall fit the biker motif.
“For now, you’ll stay here.” He nodded toward the front door. Already, three patch members had caught sight of Isa in her skimpy clothes. If she were his woman, he’d swat her ass until she swore to never show that much leg around the brothers again.
“Hello,” she greeted Cueball, Klink, and Snoopy. The three were always around each other. That was what he’d learned since arriving. That and they tended to share their women. They were the three amigos, if the legendary three had tattoos and smoked nonstop.
Snoopy tilted up his ball cap and whistled low. “Mamacita, don’t tempt me.”
“Shut up, Snoop,” Doc growled.
