Page 38 of At Last

Oh hell yes.

I need him to go harder. The fuse is lit. If he’d just give me the, “harder,” I demand again.

“Okay, Doc.” He moves his hand from my clit to fling his arm across my waist and pushes on my back. “Bend over my arm,” he commands.

A command to which I comply immediately.

Then Duke slams into me. Brutal yet beautiful in its power.

Oh hell.

Oh hell yes.

“Yes,” I shout, though it’s whispered. “Yes, yes.Yes.” I keep repeating as he continues to slam into me. Slam after slam after slam. Punishing me with every thrust.

He runs kisses down my back. Then I feel it. I’m like a carbonated beverage he’s shaken up and ready to explode.

I feel his cock grow thicker, harder inside me on his final thrust. And he hollers, “Oh fuck.” Then clamps his teeth into the tender flesh of my back as he releases, and I cry out. No words, just the sounds of pure ecstasy as we come together.

With our breaths heavy, I stay bent over his arm, while he presses his forehead against my back, avoiding the bite mark.

I’ve never been bitten during sex before. Of course I’ve never been with a man who brought on such an intense orgasm that my legs won’t move before either. But here we are.

“Did I hurt you, honey?” he finally chances to ask when he moves us so our heads both rest on pillows, and he’s turned me to face him.

“If by hurt me, you mean make me come harder than I have ever come in my life? Then yes.”

He chuckles. The sound resonates from his broad chest in the quiet room. “Didn’t mean that kind of hurt, but good to know.” He rolls me again so he can tuck me under his arm, my head against his throat. “Need a smoke, but came so hard, don’t think I can get up.”

“Just go later. The cigarettes will still be there.”

“When you first took Elise on as a patient, smart, independent doctor struts her ass into my club and doesn’t even blink at what she sees. Did you ever think you’d end up here?”

“You mean in your bed? No. Because I thought you didn’t like me. But I noticed you that very first day.”

“Every brother in the compound, aside from Boss, Chaos and Sneak wanted to fuck you. But I told ’em you were off limits, because ’a the two doctors in town, you were willing to do house calls here. But honest to god, Doc, I couldn’t stand the thought ’a you hooking up with one ’a the brothers.”

“Well that won’t be an issue.”

“It sure as fuck won’t be.”

We don’t speak again for several long moments. The drowsiness moves in to replace the sex high, and I feel myself begin to drift. Only then do I give him my final commentary. “You better stop being so nice to me because I could really fall for you, Chief.”

The last thing I feel is Duke’s arms tightening his hold on me.

When I wake, it’s to the soft glow of morning sun. Duke’s side of the bed, empty. I’m sore in all the right places, including my back where he bit me. I get up and head for the two-person shower, only to find it also has jets shooting at me from three sides.

The hot water feels wonderful. Massaging all my muscles. The next house I get has to have a shower like this. I wash then condition my hair, rinse, then turn off the water. After I wrap one of Duke’s old bath towels around my body, I find a second to dry my hair. He needs new towels. These work, but the terry is worn and the one I use for my hair has a big rip in it.

I pull my blow dryer from the storage cabinet underneath the sink to blow out my hair, then twist it up into a bun. Next I moisturize, add a layer of foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara and I set it with translucent press powder. The finishing touch, a neutral lip stain.

Then I move back to the closet inside the bedroom to pick a work outfit. I like to mix business and casual when meeting patients. So I pair a nice pair of dark wash jeans and a white button-down with three-quarter length sleeves that have a wide cuff on each. I pair that with a pair of brown loafers, small gold hoops in my ears, and finally my lab coat.

Some days I wear my scrubs, but on days when I’m going to make a lot of house calls, I prefer this style of dress. And since I’ve been off work for a while, and the other doctor doesn’t make house calls, I know I’ll be playing catch-up all day.

I leave the bedroom to get Jade up when I hear her out in the main room talking with Duke. He’s at the stove preparing what looks like oatmeal, while she sits on a bar stool with a glass of milk.

“What’s going on here?” I ask. A big smile on my face because a beautiful, burly biker man who fucked me how he wanted just last night, which equated to the best lay of my life, is cooking breakfast for my daughter. Like a real family.

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