Page 70 of Doc's Decision

We're a little family.

Dysfunctional as hell, but still.

"All done, buddy?" I murmur as Kash finishes the bottle, milk dribbling down his chin.

I set it aside and shift him to my shoulder, patting his back in firm strokes until he lets out an impressive belch.

"Atta boy. Takes after your daddy already," I tease.

Doc could probably win belching contests with how loud and long his are.

Such a dude.

Kash's eyelids are drooping now, milk-drunk and ready for a post-breakfast snooze.

I start to rise and carry him back to his bassinet, but a large, tattooed hand on my knee stops me.

"Mornin', darlin'."

Doc's gravelly drawl sends a shiver down my spine.

He's leaning in the bedroom doorway wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs that hug his muscular thighs and do nothing to hide his sizeable morning wood.

Damn, he's a sight to wake up to.

"Mornin' yourself," I reply, my voice husky. "Sleep well?"

A wicked, satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Sure did. Some sexy little minx rode me like a pogo stick and then passed right out. Reckon that's why."

I roll my eyes but can't hide my smirk. "Glad to be of service."

Doc pushes off the doorframe and comes over to take a now-snoozing Kash from my arms.

He brushes a bristly kiss to the baby's head before tucking him back into his bassinet.

So gentle with him, even with those big, rough biker hands.

It makes my ovaries ache.

When he straightens, his heated gaze finds mine, raking over my body like a physical caress.

He steps closer, right up in my space, and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts to tug me against him.

I can feel how hard he is through the thin cotton.

"Seems to me my sexy little minx deserves a reward for her...services," he rumbles, nuzzling my neck.

Nibbling that sensitive spot behind my ear that makes me melt. "Whaddya say? Ready for round two?"

"Mmm, you mean round twenty-two sweetheart," I hum, tilting my head to give him better access even as I half heartedly protest. "But, I want to get us some breakfast fixed up. Plus, Kash is?—”

Doc slips a hand under my tank top to palm my breast, rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers. "Is sleepin' like a rock."

I jab Doc playfully with my elbow, “Stop it and let me make us some breakfast.”

Shiver stumbles out of his room looking like roadkill.

"Oh my god," I can't help but wince at the livid bruising around his nose and eyes, the split in his swollen bottom lip. "You okay?"

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