Doc (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 2)

It’s well after three in the morning when I finish. I’m bone-tired as I sit on the edge of the bed beside Odin, and I glance over at Doc asleep on the bed across from me.

He looks warm and restful and inviting.

What I wouldn’t give to let my head sink into that pillow.

It’s middle-of-the-night cold, and I shiver as the temperature drops in the room. My bones ache, and my neck is stiff, and the dull pain in my lower back is heading further up my spine.

I eye the space next to Doc. There’s definitely enough room for two.

I glance away but then glance back.

I shouldn’t.

But I feel reckless, so what the hell.

Standing, I give into the cold and fatigue and join Doc on the bed.

DOC

I wake up surrounded by warmth and a softness that makes me think of soft downy pillows and silk. Wrapped in delicious comfort as I float toward wakefulness, I smile.

As I open my eyes, I see Lily asleep in my arms.

Somehow, during the night, we’ve gravitated toward one another in our sleep. Now, we’re tangled together, and her face is pressed into my chest.

My first instinct is to pull away and get as far from this human contact as possible because it’s so unfamiliar.

I’m not used to touch or comfort…

… or this.

My second instinct is to stay still and soak in the exquisite sensation of her body wrapped around mine, and it quickly overrides the first because, surprisingly, I like it.

I like it a lot.

My heart kicks in my chest when I look down at her. Dark curls tangle around her heart-shaped face, and thick, dark eyelashes fan across her deeply tanned cheeks. She stirs, and her tongue peeks out of her mouth to wet her lush pink lips.

She’s beautiful.

No, she’s perfect.

She moans softly and licks her lips again. My cock dips and lifts. I’m hard and needy and have an overwhelming urge to kiss the glossiness from her mouth. Hell, I want to do a hell of a lot more than that.

Sometimes being straight edge is hard. Like now. Knowing I won’t touch her or ever know the taste of her sweet lips is pure fucking hell.

I bite back my longing. My head and heart both wanting two very different things.

I let her go.

Because I have no business wanting anything from her.

She’s nothing but a fantasy.

A fantasy I’m dying to taste.

Carefully untangling Lily from my body, I pull the covers back over her before I leave to check on Odin. He’s still out of it. His breathing is shallow, and his wounds are beginning to weep through the sheets. There’s nothing I can do for him. It’s up to time, God, and faith that the antibiotics will keep any infection at bay.

They won’t.

He’s going to die.

I’m tempted to give him the rest of the morphine to put him out of his misery, but I need time to figure a way out of this mess, which means keeping him alive.

I also need coffee but don’t hold out much hope for finding any, so I decide to check on Sunshine and the baby instead.

As I make my way toward Sunshine’s room, I hear noises coming from one of the rooms down the hall. The door is open, and as I pass, I glance in at Max and Lucien.

Lucien is kneeling on the bed, his pale ass in the air, while Max is standing behind him, his jeans around his ankles and his rigid cock in his hand. He spits into his palm and rubs it up the meaty shaft to lube it before parting Lucien’s cheeks and fixing the slippery head to his ass. With a grunt, he pushes in, right to the hilt, making Lucien groan.

“Shut up and take it,” Max snaps, pulling his cock almost all the way out before thrusting it back in.

This time Lucien bites back his pain.

“That’s it, take all of it, motherfucker.” He plants his hands on either side of Lucien’s hips and starts to pump, biting down on his lower lip as his pleasure grows. “That feel good? You like the way my cock fills you up real nice?”

Lucien is hard. He reaches down to jerk himself while Max keeps up a rhythmic pace.

They begin to moan in unison, and as their pleasure mounts, their fucking gathers more speed.

Lucien jerks himself faster, panting as his hand rushes up and down his slippery cock. “I’m going to come,” he bites out, his face twisted in pleasure. A drip of semen dangles from the tip of his cock and slowly stretches down to the comforter below.

“You don’t come before me, motherfucker, or I’ll cut your pretty balls off,” Max growls.

I don’t hang around for the finale.

The last thing I need to see is Max Stonecypher blow his load over the ass of the man who knocked me out and dragged me into the back of a van. So, I keep walking down the hall and around the corner, keen to make some distance between me and the groaning coming from the room. But I don’t get far before Otto steps in my way.