Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Mandy

I sit in my condo, eyes glued to my computer screen as I edit the latest steamy content Zoe and I filmed over the past few days.

Spark plays the role of cuckolded husband to perfection as Zoe and I tease and tantalize him on camera, never quite giving him the satisfaction he craves.

Clicking through the footage, I can't help but marvel at how our subscriber count has skyrocketed past 100,000 since Zoe brought Spark into our naughty little partnership.

The chemistry between them is electric, even if Spark is only allowed to touch Zoe while I remain strictly off limits to him.

As I splice together the hottest moments, I find my mind wandering to thoughts of Doc and the undeniable connection growing between us lately.

It both thrills and terrifies me.

After a string of failed relationships with men, I thought I had sworn off getting involved with men again… but yet here I am with Doc.

Relationships with men have only ever been too risky, too unpredictable for me.

But there's something about Doc that draws me in against my better judgment.

The way his eyes smolder when he looks at me, the rasp of his voice, the raw masculinity he exudes.

It's intoxicating and I'm finding it harder to resist.

My phone chimes with a text from Doc:

Still on for drinks tonight, darlin'? Can't wait to see you.

I bite my lip, typing back:

Wouldn't miss it. Meet you at the clubhouse at 6. Prepare to be blown away ;)

Tossing my phone aside, I refocus on finishing up the video edits, determined to have everything queued up and ready to post for our eager fans over the next week.

The money Zoe and I are raking in from our content still feels surreal sometimes.

Just a few months ago I was struggling to get by after my identity was stolen, worrying how I'd make my mortgage payments.

I didn’t tell anyone about it… because it was my battle.

Now I'm completely debt-free with a hefty cushion in my bank account.

It's a powerful feeling, knowing my hard work and willingness to push boundaries is paying off so handsomely.

For the first time, I'm completely financially independent, beholden to no one.

The freedom is dizzying.

With the last video scheduled to post, I glance at the time—4pm already.

I hop in the shower, shaving and soaping up every inch before emerging to get dolled up for Doc.

I slip into a black lace bodysuit that hugs my curves in all the right places, tugging on skin-tight jean shorts overtop.

Zipping up knee-high leather boots, I give myself an approving once-over in the mirror.

I look hot as hell and I know it.

A black leather jacket and crossbody purse complete the look along with a sweep of mascara and a bold red lip.

Satisfied that Doc won't know what hit him, I head out to my car, excitement already simmering in my veins for the night ahead.

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.

"Hey, you are an amazing father, Doc. Anyone can see how much that baby boy loves the ever loving shit outta you," I insist earnestly, giving his fingers a squeeze. "Don't ever doubt that."

He looks at me, something undefined but potent simmering in his eyes. "What did I ever do to deserve you, darlin'?"

I duck my head shyly, a goofy smile curving my lips, unsure how to respond to the seemingly innocent question that feels loaded with meaning.

"Dance with me," he says suddenly, tugging me off my stool and leading me to the little scuffed up dancefloor where a few other couples sway to a sexy southern rock ballad.

Doc's hands settle on my hips, pulling me flush against his hard body as he finds the rhythm.

I loop my arms around his neck, everything else fading away except his clean scent, the heat of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt, the rasp of denim against denim.

We move together, my body molding to his like we were made for this and I forget how to breathe when his fingertips slip under my shirt to graze the bare skin of my lower back.

This suddenly feels more intimate than anything I've ever filmed.

Raw.

Real.

Overwhelming.

The song ends but we stay wrapped up in each other, his darkened blue eyes boring into mine.

The air feels too thick, crackling with a live current that has my heart galloping against my ribs.

"Mandy..." he rumbles, my name a gravelly prayer on his lips.

I surge up on my tiptoes before I lose my nerve, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss that obliterates any lingering doubts.

He responds instantly, his arms banding around me tight as his tongue delves past my parted lips to stroke against mine.

I moan into the kiss, my fingers sinking into his hair, totally uncaring that we're in the middle of a crowded bar.

All that matters is his taste, his touch, the way he consumes me so completely.

We finally break apart, both breathing hard.

Doc rests his forehead against mine, his thumb stroking along my jaw. "Been wanting to do that for a while now," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

"Me too," I admit softly, still reeling from the intensity of that kiss.

It was like a live wire directly to my core.

"Babe, you're gonna be the death of me," he says, a mix of lust and amusement in his voice. "But fuck if I care."

I confess, “Neither do I.”

He chuckles, deep and throaty. “Come on, let’s go get another round.”

We head back over to the bar and Doc drapes an arm across the back of my stool, his fingertips drawing idle patterns on my shoulder.

It's a seemingly casual gesture, but I know better.

He's marking his territory, warning off any would-be suitors with a single glance.

As we sip our whiskey sours, the conversation flows effortlessly.

We talk about everything and nothing, laughter punctuating the comfortable silences.

But there's an undercurrent of tension, a delicious anticipation building with every slide of his fingers along my skin.

Doc's gaze turns serious, his green eyes boring into mine. "I'm glad we're doing this, Mandy. It feels right, being here with you."

I swallow hard, my heart stuttering in my chest. "Me too, Doc. It's...easy. Natural."

His lips quirk up at the corners. "Damn right it is. We should've done this sooner."

I duck my head, a nervous giggle escaping unbidden.

When I glance back up, Doc is watching me intently, a wicked glint in his eye.

"What?" I ask, breathless.

He throws back the rest of his whiskey and smiles, “I’m just real fuckin’ happy right now, Mands.”

Mands? I’ve never been called that before, but fuck if I don’t like it.

He leans close to me and captures my lips in a soul searing kiss.

The kiss deepens, grows more urgent, until we're both breathless and panting.

I break away, my lips tingling, my head spinning.

"Bathroom," I gasp out. "Now."

Doc's grin is positively wolfish. "Spontaneous. I like it."

He laces his fingers with mine and tugs me toward the back of the bar, toward the promise of more.

I follow willingly, eager to see where this night will take us.

In the shadowy bathroom, we don't even bother to close the stall door.

We're drunk on lust and whatever the hell we have between us.

His hands are everywhere, desperate and rough, and I can't get enough.

I fumble with his belt, yanking down his jeans, freeing him.

He's hard, so damn hard, straining against his boxers.

With shaking hands, I take him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing him, torturing us both.

He moans above me, bracing himself against the cool wall.

"Condom," he grunts out.

I stand, yanking down my panties and panting, "In my purse."

He curses under his breath, but it's too late.

I'm already lifting my leg, pressing up against him. "Just...just do it."

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice raw with desire.

"Yes," I moan, caressing my aching nipple through my shirt. "Yes, God yes."

Doc slides into me with a low growl, filling me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way.

My nails score down his back as we move frantically against each other.

"Fuck, Mands," he gasps, his grip on my ass tightening. "You're so wet."

I can't even form a coherent response.

All I can do is moan and arch my back, silently begging for more.

"Harder, Doc, fuck me harder," I grunt, my voice rough with passion.

With a low grunt, he complies, thrusting into me with force that sends shockwaves through me.

The sensation is near overwhelming; the thrill of publicly being taken by Doc, the sheer rawness of it all, has my head spinning and my body on fire for him.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin at my neck and I barely suppress the urge to scream out.

He growls into my skin, words lost in his lust.

His grip on my ass tightens as he drives into me harder and faster.

I grasp at him, nails digging into his muscular back as the tension coils tighter within me.

My senses are heightened—every movement sends sparks of pleasure jolting through me, each rough thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

The scent of sex mixed with whiskey fills the small bathroom and I can’t help but revel in it.

This is intoxicating.

This is real.

This is us.

His response is immediate, and his rhythm intensifies, pushing me up against the cool bathroom wall.

His grip on my hips is bruising in its intensity, but I love it.

"Jesus, Mands," he groans, his rugged face buried in the crook of my neck, "You're killin' me."

I can only gasp as each thrust sends jolts of pleasure ricocheting through me.

The world narrows to this room, to Doc's body moving against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself.

Unexpected emotion wells up in my chest, overpowering in its intensity.

I clutch at Doc's back, my nails leaving red trails along his skin.

He hisses out a curse but doesn't break his rhythm.

If anything, he moves faster, harder.

I feel the tension coil tighter inside me, a spring wound so tight it's about to snap.

"Oh god," I moan loudly.

He grants my request, thrusting deeper, faster.

Every stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through me that coalesce into a white-hot ball at my core.

"Say my name," he grunts, his voice harsh.

"Doc..." I gasp out, clinging to his shoulders as the pleasure builds relentlessly. "Oh, God, Doc..."

"That's it, darlin', come for me..."

And just like that, the dam breaks.

I scream his name as I climax, my entire body shaking with the force of it.

He follows right after me with a guttural groan, collapsing against me in a delicious heap of well-satisfied man.

We take a moment to catch our breaths, trembling together in the dimly lit bathroom stall.

Then Doc's kissing me again, slow this time and full of a tenderness that makes my heart flutter in my chest.

This man could very well be the death of me.