Niro (Henchmen MC Next Generation 1)

He drove me up patiently, yet quickly, making my walls tighten hard around him as I felt pushed to that precipice, leaving me teetering uncertainly there.

"Niro, I..." I whimpered, gaze on his face.

He pushed back from my forehead, eyes opening, holding mine.

"Come," he said, so softly I barely heard him. "Come for me, baby," he added.

And those words, those words from his lips, those words in his voice, they were all my body needed in that moment, sending me crashing down into an orgasm just as his lips sealed to mine again, muffling the cry of his name as the climax shot through my body, stealing the strength from my legs, the air from my legs, and every last thought from my mind.

I came back down into a trembling body, so overcome with sensations that I didn't know how to process them.

Taking a slow, deep breath, I pulled backward, watching Niro's eyes as they refocused.

"I..." I started, brows drawing together, confusion and satisfaction and uncertainty swarming my mind and body, making any rational thoughts become nothing but a pipe dream.

"I know," he said, nodding, fingers pulling out of me, out of my pants, his hand releasing my face. "I know," he said again, giving me a regretful nod, then turning and walking away.

He didn't.

He didn't know.

I wasn't going to tell him to go, that this was a mistake, that I didn't want him.

I wanted him.

I wanted him in a way I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted someone before. It didn't feel like a desire. Hell, it didn't even feel like a choice at all.

I needed to call after him, call him back, explain that to him. But when I tried to open my mouth to speak, nothing came out.

And it was right about then that I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

The gang leader.

I'd been so caught up in Niro, in what we were capable of creating together, that I'd completely forgotten why it had started in the first place.

As a distraction.

It sure worked, didn't it?

Because even I'd forgotten he was there.

But there he was, leaning against his car.

Watching.

The motion I caught was him reaching up to remove his sunglasses, tucking them inside his breast pocket. Seeing me looking, he pushed off his car, making his way across the street at a long-legged, casual pace, head cocked a little to the side.

"Didn't strike me as an exhibitionist," he said by way of greeting, coming up close, towering over me.

My poor body was forced to ping-pong from desire, to satisfaction, to confusion, and directly into fear all within a few moments. All on an overwrought, emotionally fragile, exhausted body and mind.

I felt the sting of helpless tears at the backs of my eyes, blinking hard to keep them at bay, but feeling the trickle slip down my cheek regardless.

"Eh, don't worry," he said, reaching up, wiping the tear off before it slipped off my jaw. "You keep distracting him with your pussy, lil' mama, and we won't have a problem. Just remember," he said, taking a step back, giving me a wicked grin, "I'm watching."

"Doctor... oh," Meredith, one of the techs started as she burst out the door, making me jolt, trying to reach up to look like I was fixing my hair as I wipe my eye on my sleeve. "Sorry," she added, doing a slow inspection of the man standing there. "I didn't realize you had a guy," she added, beaming at me. "No wonder you look so tired."

"Yeah, my bad," he said, giving her a smile that could charm the panties off of a saint. "Afraid I kept her up a little too late last night."

"She works hard. She deserves some fun," Meredith claimed. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

Neither had I.

And the part of me that was raised by bikers and paramilitary people perked up for any bit of vital information that might prove useful in the future.

"Go ahead and call me A," he suggested, giving her another smile that seemed to wipe her brain clear of any follow-up questions. "Catch you around, lil' mama," he said, giving me a wink, then swaggering away.

"I think I'm pregnant," Meredith claimed. "You should have just told us you were up all night getting some. We would all understand. I mean, be completely and utterly green with envy, but understand," she went on. She was always a babbler. Usually, I loved it. Right that moment, I just wanted silence, some space to put my thoughts together. "You alright?"

"I, ah, yeah, sorry. I think... I think I need a cup of coffee."

"You don't drink coffee."

"I think it's time for me to start," I decided. If it wasn't coffee, it was going to be alcohol, and I needed to be at least halfway on my game to be seeing patients, so the latter was out.