Doc (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 2)

Tears welled in my eyes, but I said nothing and refused to cry. He wasn’t going to get anything from me.

Frustrated, Max released me and turned away to contemplate his next move while Otto glared at me from the doorway.

“We leave tonight.” He looked at Otto. “This hotel is compromised. That motherfucker will be back, and you can be sure he’ll bring his army of King fuckers with him. Gather the men. We evacuate immediately.”

He swung back to me.

I thought of Doc and prayed he would get here soon.

But he didn’t.

And my father hadn’t even begun to punish me yet.

With a fright, I wake, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. I’m cocooned in Doc’s muscular arms and engulfed in the warmth of his body wrapped around me. I close my eyes and breathe him in. His scent is warm and comforting, and I wait for the anxiety to pass.

Needing to pee, I slip quietly from the bed and disappear into the bathroom, where I take care of business. Afterward, I gulp down a glass of water from the tap and splash cold water on my face.

Staring at my reflection, my eyes drift to my stomach, and I lift the hem of my T-shirt to glide my hand over the slight swell forming there.

Two months ago, my complicated life grew even more complicated. With one pee on a stick, everything changed.

I’m pregnant.

Two pink lines confirmed it.

Up until last week, it was easy to hide. But one night, my stomach seemed to pop out during my sleep, and when I got up in the morning, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it from Max or the rest of the Inferno much longer. My only choice was to flee the Inferno’s compound.

That was six days ago.

At first, I hid in a motel a few miles out of Flintlock, trying to work out my next move. I wasn’t sure if I should tell Doc, or if I should climb aboard the next Greyhound out of town and start over in a new place as far away from the Inferno as possible.

Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man with the beautiful eyes and charming dimples.

I couldn’t stop thinking about my time with him in the UFO Hotel and what it resulted in.

My hand goes to my stomach again.

Tomorrow, I’m going to tell Doc about the baby.

I just don’t know how to tell him the baby might not be his.

DOC

I wake up to the delicious sensation of Lily’s warm, luscious mouth on my cock, and I groan as I float toward consciousness. Her tongue swirls around the engorged head on its way down my shaft. I lick my lips and tangle my hands in her hair, wondering what I did to deserve this angel in my bed giving me a blow job as a wake-up call.

Last night was the best night of my life—falling asleep with her in my arms and knowing she was safe. Knowing she feels the same way. I don’t think I’ve ever slept as well in my life.

Now, waking up to this…

Somewhere along the way, I made God happy, and this is my reward.

Lily’s tongue finds the sensitive head of my cock, and I shiver at the pleasure, biting down on my lip and weaving my fingers through her hair.

Christ, she gives good head.

I pull on her hair.

I’m seconds from losing it.

“Baby, don’t stop,” I beg when she pulls her mouth away so she can shift position.

Her warm mouth swallows my cock again, gliding down the shaft to the hilt, and I come undone, tightening my fingers in her hair as I shoot my release down her throat. She doesn’t pull away, instead she sucks me dry until I’m a spent mess on the bed.

I’ve come so much in the past forty-eight hours, I’m surprised there’s anything left.

When I’m finished, she kneels back on the bed and gives me a triumphant look. “Good morning.”

“It is indeed,” I reply, reaching up to touch her face. “I think I’ve found my new favorite way to wake up.”

She grins. “Happy to oblige.” Sitting back on her knees, she looks adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.

I’m so fucking happy. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

Her smile vanishes, and she looks away as she climbs off the bed. I watch her cross the room and slip one of my T-shirts over her beautiful body.

She’s just as perfect as I remember—her body, her hair, her beautiful face.

Although, my memory of her didn’t do her justice.

I’d forgotten the incredible softness of her skin, the creamy fullness of her breasts, and the round curve of her belly. I remember tracing the grooves of her stomach muscles with my tongue, but now it’s softer, more feminine. Perfect.

Still, something is off.

Something she’s not telling me.