Page 2 of Seduction
“And he’s a doctor? Like a real doctor?”
“A gynecologist.”
“Fuck, girl. I say go for it. I bet he could teach you a thing or two.”
As Dana and Raven laugh, my lips curl up into a smile, and I rattle the idea around my brain.
“I never thought about it. You might be right, though. Einstein would be perfect.”
Maybe I should go talk to him… see if he’d be interested.
Dana screams and grabs my hand, pulling both Raven and me behind her to the middle of the bar. The women sandwich me between them, writhing against me as “Pour Some Sugar On Me” blasts around us. When I look back to where Einstein is standing, our eyes meet and I start to move, using the opportunity to gauge his reaction. I haven’t danced like this in a long time, but with Einstein’s eyes on me, the sexy show seems to come naturally. A plan begins to form in my mind, and I smirk to myself.
I think a checkup from the good doctor is in order.
CHAPTER 1
***Einstein***
I do.
At thirty-three, those are two words I thought I would have said by now. But here I am with no wife. Not even a girlfriend. Not even aprospectivegirlfriend. This is why I hate going to weddings, but there’s no way I would miss this one.
My best friend is married. I can’t believe it. I just watched Gage Hunter, the man who’s always said he’ll never have an old lady or a kid, stand before a priest with a grin on his face. Not only that, but Raven is six weeks into her pregnancy. That’s right—a womananda baby. I couldn’t be happier for him. We’ve been best friends forever, so it’s great to see him find his true love and settle down, start a family.
So why am I jealous?
Don’t get me wrong, I love Raven like a sister, and Gage is my brother. I guess I’m envious of what he has. Everything he’s never wanted is everything I’ve always craved. I want an old lady. I want the kids and the house with the white picket fence. I want it all. I just can’t seem to find the right woman. I’m a doctor, the fucking holy grail of husbands, and I can’t find a wife. Granted, I haven’t dated in a while, and I haven’t fucked any of the club girls—Hellhounds—in years, either. Don’t see the point in wasting my time. I’d rather jack off than have meaningless sex every night. Being around my brothers, I know I’m in the minority, but at least now my best friend will understand. If I’d told Gage any of this shit before Raven, I would have been the constant butt of his jokes. Just look at him now.
Maybe being a member of the MC is what’s holding me back. Men like us don’t exactly attract the “right kind” of women. But Gage gives me hope. Raven is a good woman, and they’re perfect for each other. I just need to wait. Patiently.
My eyes land on Gage in the middle of a crowd, the discomfort evident on his face. Chuckling, I make my way over to rescue him.
“Congrats, bro!”
Relief floods his features as he turns to face me. I extend my hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulls me into a one-armed hug. When he releases me, I lead him away from the throng.
“Thanks, man. I’m officially off the market.”
“Please. You’ve been off the market since you met that girl.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “I guess so.”
His gaze moves eagerly over the gathering in the reception hall, no doubt seeking out Raven. When he finds her on the dance floor with her new father-in-law, a smile settles on his lips. I doubt he even knows he’s doing it.
“Look who’s itching to jump into the marital bed.” I laugh. “You’re an old married man now. Say goodbye to all the freaky shit.”
He raises a brow. “Fuck that shit. It’s just getting started, brother.”
I chuckle as he returns his attention to his wife. Following his line of sight, I see her moving toward us. She glances around carefully, making sure no one is watching, then smirks. The gesture she makes probably has Gage going crazy.
“See that?” he says. “My baby just put out the bat signal. Old married man, my ass.”
“Just wait ’til that ‘brand new’ feeling wears off. You’ll see,” I tease.
“Yeah, whatever. Stop worrying about me and go get some pussy before your dick falls off from lack of use.”
“Don’t you worry about my dick, motherfucker,” I tell him.
