Pearl's Awakening (Devil's Iron MC #3) (20 page)

Doc’s Ember

–Due out 2016-

~Doc

I have never been a one-woman man, or ever settled down, or been with a woman for more than a night or two, in all fucking honesty. That just gives them too many ideas, and I don’t have time for that shit. All I have time for is to release some pent up aggression and blow off some steam in between the jobs I run for the brothers. They have been my only family for as far back as I can remember, and I can’t see that changing anytime soon.

That first night that I saw Ember, I knew she would be nothing but fucking trouble, and change everything for me. A trouble that I could not walk away from, even if that is what I wanted. The kind of trouble that I needed to be buried in as frequently as possible for as long as I could keep a hold of her, which I think will not be nearly long enough.

That night those few years ago will be forever etched on my brain. Five long years ago and it seems like only yesterday. She looked so young and out of place in that clubhouse amongst the other girls. We were celebrating another successful run and Prez found some new girls to help us celebrate. Ember was one of those girls, I know that Prez makes sure that all the girls are over eighteen, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she had somehow slipped through. She looked so young and out of place compared to the usual line up of club whores that we see in here.

Getting up off the bar, after grabbing another beer, I slowly make my way towards her. Her eyes slowly make their way up my body before they reach my eyes. Hungry with lust and fear, her brown eyes quickly hit the floor and a blush creeps over her face. All I can think to myself is what the fuck am I about to get myself into?

“Ofiara, what are you doing here? You don’t fit in with the woman who are usually here. Fuck, are you even old enough to be here?” I say raising her chin with a finger and looking into her eyes, which have a fire raging in them.

“What? Of course I am old enough to be here. Why would I be here if I was not old enough to be here? What does that word mean that you said to me? Ofera?”

“Ofiara. We will get to that shortly, but first I need to get you out of here before the rest of the brothers take notice of you and what is,” adding under my breath, “mine.”

“I’m sorry, I am not going anywhere with you. I don’t even know your name let alone anything else. I might be young, but I am not fucking stupid to the way these situations work. If you want something from me, we will not be leaving this clubhouse, my ride home is right over there and I will not be going anywhere with you,” pointing towards one of the other woman that Prez brought to help us celebrate tonight.

“Ok, Ofiara. We will go into my room then to talk, nothing more. Come with me.” Looking over her barely there clothing I can’t stop from putting my arm around her shoulder, and move her quickly towards my room. I am not sure if I want to cover up the flesh that is hanging out, or rip those scraps of clothing off of her to mark this young thing as mine.

That was the beginning of the end for me, the first night we met, a night that I can’t forget no matter how long I have tried. Five fucking years I have tried to forget her, and for five fucking years I have only had a harder time not remembering her feel, her smell, her touch, and the way she would bend for me.

~Ember

I remember the first night I was alone with Doc like it was yesterday. Of course, he thinks that was the first time that we talked, he is wrong. He did not recognize me, and I sure as fuck was not going to bring up that I had been with Clutch and the Knight’s MC. Those years spent with Clutch were nowhere near my best, and the constant domineering and demeaning way that I was treated really wore on me.

Seeing Doc on and off over the past two years in the Knights clubhouse, I have always been drawn to him. I am not sure why, I mean, he is fucking gorgeous: tall, built, and tattooed, but there is just something about him which I can’t seem to deny.

Only having the chance to talk with him on a few brief occasions, each time I have found ease and peace speaking with him. The conversations have, however, lead to harsh consequences from Clutch on the one occasion when he caught wind of my speaking with Doc. That one time he thought something was going on with Doc, and passed me around to the brothers to show me what would happen if even my eye wandered too far from him. That was one of the worst nights of my life. Well, up until that point in my life, at least.

The first night I spent with Doc was not how I imagined it. We sat up until the early hours of the morning and talked. I told him bits and pieces about my childhood and why I left at sixteen. I told Doc about Clutch but, didn’t mention him by name, leaving out most of the dark points in that relationship.

Doc didn’t try to fuck me that night, he didn’t even kiss me. When I woke up the next day he was still fully dressed sitting on the chair next to the bed I had been sleeping on.

“Ofiara, you sleep so peacefully, I couldn’t help but watch you. You should get up though, it is well past noon. I will take you home on my bike. Come on, Ofiara,” reaching to me I extend my hand to him and he helps me off of the bed, pulling me into his arms in a tight hug. It is the weirdest thing, but I swear that he smells my hair as I am in his arms. Pulling back, I look up into his hazel eyes and see so much emotion in them that I am uneasy.

Quickly walking towards the door, Doc is on my heels helping to steer me through the clubhouse and out to his bike. Handing me his helmet I strap it on with no problem. Looking at him swinging his leg over the bike and nodding towards me to get on, I do so with ease. Trying to sit back away from him, I am quickly pulled forward with rough hands under my knees one at a time. Wrapping me arms lightly around him, he pulls out of the parking lot after asking where I live.

As we make our way through the streets, I find myself leaning closer into him and running my fingers over his abs absentmindedly. As we turn onto my street, he steadies my hands and just shakes his head no.