Page 30 of Doc's Decision

The sun hangs low, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks, as I pull up to the Reapers Rejects MC gate right at 6pm.

Shiver is manning it and gives me a wolfish grin as I roll down my window.

"Well well, look who it is... the bisexual bombshell," he drawls, eyes raking over me appreciatively. "What brings you around tonight, sweetheart? Finally come to your senses and ditched Doc for a real man?"

I level him with a flat stare, arching one brow. "In your dreams, Shiver. We both know you couldn't handle me even if I did stoop to your level."

He chuckles, unfazed by the jab. "That's what they all say, baby girl. But I'd have you screaming my name all night long. Best remember that when you're wasting your time with Doc."

Rolling my eyes, I rev my engine impatiently. "How about you stop running your mouth and open the damn gate already? I don't have all night."

With an exaggerated leer, he does as I command, the gate slowly swinging open.

I peel out, gravel spraying behind me as I head for the clubhouse.

This man infuriates me on a good day but I'm determined not to let him get under my skin tonight.

And there's Doc, looking sexy as sin as he leans against his Harley, waiting for me.

Faded jeans hug his muscular thighs, black t-shirt stretched tight over his chest and abs, cut displaying his allegiance.

He grins as I hop out, stalking toward him with an extra swing in my hips. "You're a vision, darlin'. Damn, I'm a lucky man to have you on the back of my bike," he says, brushing a kiss across my cheek.

"Mmm, play your cards right and you might get even luckier later," I tease, winking at him playfully. "Now how about you show me a good time, big boy?"

His eyes flash with heat as he settles onto his bike and waits for me to climb on behind him, tapping his helmet. "Buckle up, baby. We're in for a hell of a ride tonight."

As the last rays of sun disappear and twilight takes over, we roar down the highway, the powerful rumble of Doc's Harley between my thighs only adding to the buzz of arousal taking hold.

My arms wrap around his waist, hands splayed across his hard abs, and I press closer, savoring his warmth and the tang of his cologne in my nose.

We pull up to Twisted Barrels, the most infamous dive bar on this side of Vegas before long, and I can already feel the eyes on me as every man on the patio turns to openly ogle the hottie Doc's brought to their favorite watering hole.

I'll never get used to the blatant way men stare at me these days, my ego still not quite caught up to my newfound sex appeal.

Damn if I don't love it, especially tonight with Doc by my side.

Let them look all they want—I'm spoken for.

Inside it's all scuffed floors and nicotine stained walls, the clack of pool balls mixing with the clink of glasses and raucous conversation.

We claim two stools at the bar and order a round, knees brushing as we swivel to face each other.

Doc toasts, blue eyes twinkling as he clinks his glass against mine. "To a fun night together."

"To getting into trouble with a handsome devil," I volley back with a smirk, taking a generous sip of my whiskey sour.

The booze burns pleasantly going down.

We chat and laugh, the conversation flowing as easily as the drinks.

The chemistry between us heightens higher by the minute.

I can't remember the last time I've connected this effortlessly with someone.

He makes me feel giddy like a teenager with her first crush.

When he starts opening up about his hopes for being a good father to Kash, my heart squeezes, and I reach for his hand.

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