Chapter 7

7

ELISE

W aking up to the ache between my legs from giving my virginity to Blade was a heck of a lot nicer than the pain I'd felt from the car crash the previous morning. Those twinges were mostly gone now, but the one in my core from being impaled on my sexy biker's big dick was strong enough that I let out a low groan.

Toby's hold on me tightened, and his scruff scraped against the sensitive skin on my neck as he mumbled, "You okay, baby?"

I nodded, my cheeks filled with heat. "Just a little bit sore."

Gently rolling me onto my back, Toby hovered over me. "Knew I shouldn't have taken you so hard. You were in an accident less than a day ago, and I had to put fucking stitches in your head because of the bastard who ran you off the road. I'm a damn doctor, for fuck's sake."

I lifted my hand to stroke his stubbly cheek. "I was right there with you, urging you on. Asking you to give it to me harder and faster."

"Shh, baby." He dipped his head to brush his lips against mine. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna need to take you again, and you're nowhere ready to have my cock again so soon."

I pressed my thighs together to ease the tingle his words caused. "Then you should stop talking like that before I start begging you to take me again right now. I might be new to all of this, but you've already got me addicted to your dick."

"Damn straight you're new to all this," he growled before claiming my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine when my lips parted on a gasp. I was breathless and clutching at his shoulders when he finally lifted his head again. "Because you're all mine."

I enjoyed his possessive talk more than I probably should have, considering how new things were between us. "Seriously, if we're not going to have sex anytime soon, you should probably back off before I do something desperate, like hump your leg."

"I didn't say I couldn't get you off, baby." He smirked down at me. "Just that your pussy isn't ready to take my dick again yet."

Even with everything he'd done to my body last night, my cheeks filled with heat, and I dropped my gaze. "Umm…"

"Give me your eyes, baby." He pressed his finger under my chin, tilting my head until I met his steely gaze. "There will never be any reason for you to be embarrassed about something that happens between us. And sure as fuck not when we're in bed together. Okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Now, do you need me to make you come before we get up to head downstairs to grab breakfast?" He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip. "I'd love to be able to say that I could take my time with you again, but that's not possible this morning. I told Deviant that I'd take a look at an injury he got last week, and he's supposed to meet me in the clinic in fifteen minutes."

"I can wait until later." I nipped at his thumb and suggested, "Maybe you can give me a thorough exam tonight to see if I've healed from your monster dick by then."

He groaned, dropping his head against my chest and nipping at the underside of my breast. "Fucking hell, I'm gonna have my hands full with you, aren't I?"

"Yup," I confirmed with a grin.

Sliding off the mattress, he tugged me with him, giving my butt a light swat. "Then we'd better get moving so I have enough time for at least one cup of coffee. Gonna need the caffeine to keep me on my toes around you."

Giggling as I got ready, I felt lighter than I had in years. But my good humor dried up when Toby stopped me at the door, his gray eyes serious as he shook his head and said, "You can't go out there like that."

My brows drew together as I glanced down at the jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt I wore. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"It's missing one thing." He shrugged off his leather vest and slipped my arms into the too-large holes. "You need to wear my cut when we're not in our room so the guys know you belong to me."

For such a short statement, he'd said so much. He'd called his room ours even though we'd only spent one night together. He repeated the thing about me belonging to him…without his dick being inside me. And he wanted me to wear his cut, which was a huge thing if television motorcycle clubs were anything to go by.

My heart raced as I licked my suddenly dry lips. "I can do that."

"That's my good girl." His gray eyes filled with approval as he fisted the leather to pull me close and laid a deep kiss on me. "Keep it up, and you'll earn a sweet reward later."

I licked the taste of him from my lips. "Mmm, sounds delicious."

"It will be." He interlaced our fingers and tugged me into the hallway, locking the door behind us. "For me since I'm not talking about candy."

That was all of the incentive I needed to be on my best behavior. Not that I'd planned to act like a brat anyway when I'd already promised Gideon that I'd listen to his club brothers.

Toby led me downstairs to the kitchen. I spotted the club president's wife making breakfast and decided it was the perfect chance to figure out how I could help around here. And maybe even earn a little extra cash since I wouldn't be working at the bar before I headed back to school. Which I wasn't looking forward to much now that I'd met Toby.

"Hey, Molly." When she looked up to smile at me, I asked, "By any chance, do you need some help with cooking or cleaning? If I'm going to be stuck here until stuff gets resolved, you might as well take advantage of having an extra set of hands around here."

"I'm already pretty much done with breakfast, and one of the prospects will clean up once everyone is finished eating." She tapped her finger against her chin. "But if you need something to keep you occupied and want to earn a little extra cash since you're not able to work at Midnight Rebel anymore, I might be able to find some stuff for you to do at Iron Inkworks."

I'd gotten along well with Molly when we met on Christmas, but her offer and thoughtfulness made me like her more. "That would be amazing. Thank you."

"Thanks for looking out for Elise, but that won't be necessary."

Molly's eyes showed a mischievous glint as she smiled at Toby. "Oh, really? How come?"

"Because she can help me with plenty of shit in the clinic instead. And we won't need to worry about outsiders getting a look at her while she's there since it's on the compound and not open to the public."

"Hmm, yes. Good point." She winked at me. "I'm sure that's the only reason you want to keep her all to yourself."

Toby tugged me over to the coffee pot and poured us each a travel mug, waiting while I added cream and sugar to mine before leading me to the door again.

"Hey, Blade," Molly called as we left the kitchen.

Toby glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Maybe you should have her start by doing an inventory of all those tests you have to keep in stock because your club brothers keep falling like flies. Looks like you were wrong about it being contagious."

Toby heaved a deep sigh, shaking his head as her laughter trailed after us while we made our way out back. When we walked into the clinic, Deviant was already waiting for him, so I waited until he'd replaced the bandage on his arm and we were alone again to ask the question that'd been on my tongue since Molly had teased him.

"What tests was Molly talking about?" My nose wrinkled. "Please don't say that they're STD panels because that would be gross."

"Not even close," he reassured me with a shake of his head. "As ridiculous as it sounds since the clinic was set up for me to take care of my club brothers, they're actually pregnancy tests."

"Ohh." I giggled.

"Yeah, and I spouted off a bunch of bullshit when Molly needed to take one not too long ago, so I'm sure she's enjoying the hell out of seeing how I am with you." He brushed his lips against mine. "But she was right about one thing, I could use your help doing an inventory of all my supplies if you're up for it."

I rubbed my palms together. "Give me a laptop to make a spreadsheet, and I'll be more than ready."

I kept busy while I spent the day with Toby at the clinic, but I still got a lot of insight into the man I was quickly falling for. He was smart and compassionate—great qualities in a doctor…and boyfriend—but he didn't take shit from his club brothers. And he liked to spoil me. From the latte, protein box, and cookie he had a prospect run out to get me in the middle of the day to the wad of cash he'd just shoved into my hand.

"What's this?"

"Your pay for the day."

Shaking my head, I peeled a few bills off and tried to hand him the rest. "C'mon, it's way too much for one day's work."

"I hate taking inventory of shit. Don't have to do it at the hospital and come up with excuses to put it off here." He tucked the roll of cash into my back pocket. "As far as I'm concerned, what you did today was invaluable."

"It really wasn't that big of a deal," I denied.

He gave me a kiss that stole my breath and then murmured, "Quit arguing and come up to our room so I can give you your reward for being such a good girl today."

"When you put it like that…who am I to argue?"