Page 3 of Lulu

I wrapped him up like a burrito, being as mindful of his leg as I could, and climbed on my bike, arranging him across my lap. He let out a whimper every so often as I rode slowly to the vet’s office. Thank fuck it wasn’t far, and I was glad to see two vehicles parked behind the small, square building when I crested the hill. I hadn’t been a hundred percent certain they’d be open on a Sunday. I pulled into the lot.

“Let’s get you taken care of, okay, buddy?”

The door was unlocked, but the small lobby was completely empty. Carrying the dog like a baby, I went up to the counter and hit the bell to alert someone that I was there. Almost immediately I heard someone call out from the back that they would be out in a minute.

I felt a warm tongue lick my hand, almost as if the dog wanted my attention. “You can lick my hand all you want. I’m not keeping you.”

The door from the back opened, and I found myself looking into a pair of brown eyes that had haunted me for a year. That’s about how long it had been since I’d last seen her. The pixie haircut had grown out, and her thin frame had filled out some, but the changes looked gorgeous on her. And just like every other time I’d been in Lulu’s presence, my dick took notice. I’d wanted her since the first moment I’d seen her across the room at the Desert Rebels’ clubhouse that day.

Christ, it had been years ago.

She paused only briefly upon seeing me, mild shock spreading across her pretty face, before she continued to the counter. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say dog?” she said in that sass that I remembered so well. Her eyes dropped down to the dog in my arms.

“So is this your day job?” I smirked. “Or is your back sore from all the pounding it takes?”

Just for a second hurt flickered in her eyes, so miniscule that I may have imagined it. I was being a jerk, but I couldn’t help it. Ever since I’d seen her fucking one of the Desert Rebels, I’d hardened my heart to feeling anything for her. But those fucking images she’d planted in my head wouldn’t go away.

“For your information, my favorite positions are the reverse cowgirl and doggie style.” Bitterness, along with something else--disappointment?--were evident in her tone.

“I’ll remember that.”

She snorted. “As if you’d ever get the chance of trying them out on me.” She took a breath and started to say something else, but stopped.

“What?”

She shook her head. “It’s not important.” She spun around. “Follow me, please.” All of a sudden, she was coolly professional.

I followed her to the back, my eyes shifting down to the heart-shaped ass so deliciously outlined in the jeans she was wearing. The extra pounds looked fucking good on Lulu, gave her the curves a man noticed. She’d always been a beautiful woman, but the years had been good to her in spite of her profession. She’d been a club whore for Desert Rebels for a long time and had to be at least thirty, but she looked much younger.

“You look good, Lulu.” The compliment slipped out before I could stop it.

She didn’t miss a beat. “Have to in my profession.” She opened a door and turned back to me. “Set him on the table, please. I’ll get the doctor.”

I let her go even though I had questions for her. A lot of questions. Was her presence here at the vet office the reason I hadn’t seen her at Desert Rebels’ clubhouse the last few times I’d been there? I’d looked for her, I always did. Afraid I’d see her with one of the brothers, thanking fuck when I didn’t because those images stayed with me.

Once I’d found out that she was a club girl, I’d never asked about her. She belonged to the MC, and I knew the girls were there because they wanted to be. They liked what they did for the men. Born sluts with the need to fuck anyone with a dick. I could have had Lulu if I’d shown interest, but I knew deep down that once would have never been enough, and there was no sense wasting time on someone who belonged to more than one man.

The door opened and Lulu and another woman, who I assumed was the doctor, entered the room. The doctor was an older woman, with kind brown eyes in a face deeply lined with wrinkles and dotted with a few age spots. About as tall as Lulu, and a little heavier.

“I’m Dr. Bowers,” she said, holding out her hand with a welcoming smile.

“Brody Savage,” I responded.

We shook hands briefly before she turned her attention to the dog lying on the table. “What have we here?” She carefully began to unwrap the blanket.

“Think his leg is broken,” I explained with a heavy exhale.

As she examined the dog my gaze rose to meet Lulu’s disinterested eyes. At least, she was trying to look disinterested, but I could see the flicker of irritation directed at me. My lips quivered as I tried to hold back my grin. It was a mistake, but I let my gaze travel lazily down her body, lingering on the exposed cleavage and rounded curves of her tits in the t-shirt she was wearing. Then further down, taking in her tiny waist and the flare of her hips.

Picturing her naked wasn’t hard, considering what I’d witnessed at the Desert Rebels clubhouse. Club whores dressed in very little, and what they did have on left easy access to their body for the men to get to when they wanted. Lulu had been no exception. She’d worn very little, giving away flashes of her sexy curves to entice and please her audience. Watching Loco pull her top down one night to tug on her nipples had given me a clear view of how perfect those tits were.

I felt movement below.Christ!If I wasn’t careful, I’d have a chubby to deal with.

Someone cleared their throat, and I realized that it was Lulu. Our eyes clashed, and the look on her flushed face spoke volumes. She obviously didn’t like me looking at her like I wanted to have her for breakfast. Then why were her nipples suddenly hard? This time I didn’t stop my grin.

“I’m afraid you could be right, Mr. Savage, but we’ll need an x-ray to be sure if the leg is broken. I’ll need to take him to the back. You can wait out in the lobby where you’ll be more comfortable.”

Lulu stepped forward and began to wrap the dog up in her arms. My first instinct was to offer help, but she made it look so easy, and on closer inspection I realized that the dog was all hair and skinny as fuck. The surprise in her eyes when they shot to mine told me that she’d just come to the same realization.

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