“That hurts you fucking…” I swatted Gilly in the arm as he winced again. The stitches in his eyebrow were nearly complete.
“Watch your mouth, I didn’t have to fix you up, I could have let Creeper fix you and then you’d have a whole Frankenstein scar across your forehead.” I dabbed his wound with a cotton ball. The smell of isopropyl alcohol cut through the smog of cigarette smoke in the clubhouse.
“I didn’t ask you to come, ya know.” He reached to touch the stitches and I smacked his hand away.
“I know, but I’m in no position to refuse a call for help. What was it again… I’m contracted for life?” I shrugged and cleaned up the mess before pulled off my gloves.
*flashback* 6 months ago, while walking to my car I was ambushed on the parking deck of the hospital. Three men took turns beating me, pulling at my clothes, I had accepted my fate when I heard gun shots and yelling. A shorter man, grey in his beard, a kutte sporting the Mayan’s MC logo grabbed me off the ground and through me in the arms of a bigger guy. Chubbier, taller, handsome. I don’t remember much about the night. Police couldn’t help because the parking deck cameras were a sham. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Familiar faces of the staff I’d worked with everyday since I transferred to Santo Padre General hovered over me in fear. I could hear them whispering about the scary bikers who found me. Some of them believed they were my attackers, but I knew better. They saved me and I had to thank them…Which didn’t exactly go as planned, but I’m not complaining these days.
Gilly snapped his fingers at me. I had dazed out for a bit. Remembering the way I collapsed in his arms that night. I hated how I can barely look at him without blushing. I blame it on the smoke inhalation affecting my allergies. I think EZ is the only one who has picked up my bullshit, but he never says anything to anyone but me about it. He always smiles and walks away.
“What do I owe ya doc?” He reached in his pocket and flipped through a wad of cash.
“You never have to pay me, you know this.” I smiled and averted my eyes to the ground. “I will take a drink of you’ve got anything that can mix with vodka though.”
“You got it. We got….” He jumped the bar and rummaged the fridge. “Redbull and we got something green in a jar” he held up an anonymous neon liquid that looked like it may contain the next world pandemic.
“I’ll take the redbull please.” I watched as he poured the drink. 80/20 heavy on the vodka side. Just how I like it.
I sipped the drink and checked my phone, it was almost 10pm, but I was off the next 3 days so I wasn’t in a rush to go home like normal. I sat in the couch and tried to make myself talk to him, but when I opened my mouth he had walked out the door to greet some guests pulling into the lot.
EZ took a seat beside me and looked like he was holding back laughter. I gave a quick smile and tried to drink a little faster so I didn’t overstay my welcome.
“You know if you like him, you could just say something. He isn’t going be an asshole about it.” He raised an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?” I played coy. Like a fucking moron, but I was trying to keep a poker face.
“Rosado, rosado….” He pointed to his cheeks and then at me and chuckled.
“You’re about to need stitches too.” I tried to stay stone faced but I burst into laughter.
Bishop, the man who swooped down and threw me into Gilly the night we met peeked over the couch and patted me on the head. He was always kind to me. I don’t know why he saved me and I never asked, but I’d always hope he knew how much I was grateful for him.
“Not like you to hang around after a check up, doc. You doing alright?” He looked tired.
“I’m about to leave actually, as always, call me if you need me.” I finished the drink and stood up. I was about two inches taller than him, but it didn’t change the fact that he made me nervous as hell. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Nah, come back in an hour, we are celebrating. Have some fun for a change, doc.” I looked at EZ and saw his shit eating grin.
“Ah, I may just stay in for the night, señor.” I patted his hand and turned to walk away.
“Nah, go home and get changed. I’ll send someone to pick you up. You are having a night of fun. EZ, make sure you pick up the good doctor at midnight. Don’t take no for an answer.” I shook my head and headed to my car. A normal person would feel scared coming to a big biker party in the middle of a junk yard, but me? I knew I was safe. I was my biggest danger at this point.
I made it home and jumped in the shower. Pulled my hair out of a messy bun and shampooing a nest of thick curly burgundy hair. I washed and shaved my legs so I could wear something cute, but I had no idea what to even wear. I caught myself daydreaming in between rinsing.
**flashback** I was put on a mandatory week leave after the assault. I was so scared to stay alone. On day 3 of being shut in my condo I decided to find my rescuers. I remembered seeing a man with one of those leather kuttes on outside a carniceria in town. So I drove there and sat in my car for two hours before an older stern looking man came out and tapped on my window. He was kind but his eyes looked deeply sad and full of regret. He asked me if I was lost or waiting for someone. I told him that I was looking for the guy who usually rides here on a motorcycle. The man looked tense and denied seeing anyone of that description. I knew he was lying and I wrote my name and number down on one of the hospital cards. I handed it to the man and said “please will you just tell him that I would like to thank his friend.” A flood of emotion came over me and I gave a partially incoherent version of the incident. He welcomed me inside and brought me a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup. We chatted for a moment and he told me that the man I saw here was his son. Both of his sons were involved with the Mayans. He said he didn’t know the other members well, but he could point me to where the clubhouse was. It took me a moment to gather enough balls to drive there, but I did. When I arrived at the gate, a scrawny man was there. He was armed and refused my entry. I asked him if I could speak with someone. I didn’t have to come in. He cursed at me and told me to leave. I had given up and all but pissed myself when the familiar man walked out of the gate. His patch read “Obispo. Presidente” He didn’t look at me at first, but when he did finally see me he asked me what I was doing here and I panicked and tried to retreat back to my car. The other guy grabbed my wrist and I threw the hardest punch I’ve ever made in my life. Cracking his nose. The nervous laughter hit me out of nowhere. Even Bishop started laughing. “Well I guess you fight back now, huh?” I calmed myself. Finally choking out an explanation of why I was intruding. I gave him my thank you and offered to fix up the scrawny man’s nose, which he didn’t decline. I thought that was the end of it, but later that night my phone rang.
“Jesus” I screamed as the water went cold. I looked at my phone and I had been in the shower for an hour. I turned it off and towel dried, putting some mousse and detangler in my hair and wearing it down for a change. I ran to my closet and ripped out everything remotely party oriented. Which wasn’t that much. If I wasn’t in scrubs, I usually wore sweats and a tshirt. Finally I found something. Some ripped up jeans and a black tank top. That’ll do… I hoped. I put on some makeup, a few necklaces and rings, my favorite earrings. I actually looked hot for a woman rapidly approaching 30.
I heard the motorcycle engine cut off in my driveway and I sprayed on my favorite perfume. I waited anxiously until EZ knocked on my door. I flung open the door and EZ greeted me with a smile.
“Something told me you’d be trying to look hotter than normal for tonight, and I was right.” He smirked
“Oh this old thing…” he knew I was being lame on purpose. “Do I look okay enough for a… Mayan party?”
“I’m starting to think none of you know my name.” I followed him and locked my door.
The drive was short and didn’t leave room for talking. When we walked in the party everyone had already been drinking. The music was loud and it took me a moment to adjust. Bishop made a huge scene when he saw me.
“God damn, doc, where you been hiding that body!” He handed me a drink and hugged me before trotting off to a woman who was very much almost naked.
I stayed close to EZ and he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. My whole face would have been a shade of tomato if it wasn’t for the makeup. He told me not to cling to him or else Gilly might think he was pushing up on me… and he made a joke about gladly being a consolation prize for my night of fun. I gave a him a gentle punch in the arm. I finally zeroed in on Gilly. He was talking to Coco and Creeper on the couch and I held my breath the whole way to them. I sat on the other side of Coco and I could feel EZ rolling his eyes from the other side of the room.
“Woah hey Mami, omg doc! What the fuck you doing here??” Coco put an arm around me.
“Bishop told me I had to have fun or else.” I shrugged my arms.
“Well you look good. You uh… have you always.. scrubs are deceiving as fuck. You got a body, doc.” Coco was gushing and EZ called his name from the pool table. He jumped up and ran. Leaving me and Gilly on the couch.
Gilly lit a cigarette and I looked at him for a moment. Trying to think of words to say. I noticed my drink looking empty and his too.
“Want me to get you another?” I asked.
“Sure, yeah thanks, doc.” He handed me the empty bottle.
“It’s Rebekah.” I made sure to shuffle past him in a way that my ass was in full view. He said something but I couldn’t hear him. Something in Spanish I think. I spoke Spanish, but I wasn’t a native speaker so I missed things sometimes.
I quickly hurried back with the drinks and shot down an extra shot as I sat back down. I glanced around the room desperately looking for something to distract from the awkwardness.
“Rebekah, you know I didn’t know your name at all.”
“Oh well, that’s my name. You can call me that or doc. I just figured since I wasn’t working maybe you’d like my name.” I got this, I sipped my drink down quickly. Not too quickly, didn’t want to choke.
“Is Gilly short for something?” I turned towards him. My hands and my drink in my lap.
“Nah, I mean yeah, but just call me Gilly.” I turned his body towards me and I noticed him looking me up and down. “You got a lot of tattoos, I’ve never noticed them before.”
“Well, I cover them for work. And you Only ever see me in scrubs or work clothes but I think I have like 14. I just got this one actually.” I pointed to my arm. A black inky anatomical heart. Healed but still shiny with Vaseline.
“Nice.. well I’m gonna step out for a smoke. Wanna join me?” He stood and offered his hand to me. I took it and followed him to the porch.
“Can I bum one?” I asked quietly.
“A smoking doctor.. gasp” he grabbed his chest.
“Bishop said I should have fun and nothing goes better with drinking than a cigarette.” I giggled
“I can think of a few things that go better with a cigarette after” he laughed with his chest. I just turned bright red. Bishop stumbled out drunk and nearly crashed into me.
“Sorry Doc.. I..” he throws up over the railing. Gilly runs to his rescue and carries him off to a trailer across the lot. Disappearing without another word.
I slowly sucked down the bitter cigarette smoke. EZ came out on the porch with another drink for me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and sighs loudly.
“Did you run him off already?” He took the cigarette from my fingers and took a drag before handing it back to me.
“Well, at least I didn’t lose him to another woman. Bishop puked and he carried him to that trailer over there.” EZ took off running before I finished the sentence. Shouting.
“You’re not puking in my bed again damnit!!”
I looked at my phone and it was nearly 2am. I wasn’t sure how time had passed so quickly, but I was getting tired. Nearly tipsy I sat down on one of the chairs on the porch. Taking in the night air. The moon was thin crescent tonight. No stars though. My phone vibrated in my palm. A text from Bishop?
“Can u come here?” Followed by “Doc” followed by “ 💀 “
I responded with the running emoji and jogged swiftly to the trailer. The door was open so I walked in. Gilly looked like he was holding back tears, but not the sad kind. EZ had his head in his hands. Bishop laid naked in the shower floor. Naked from the waist down with what I can only describe as a raging erection.
“I’m not that kind of doctor..” I said covering my eyes with my hand. “You can fix that, we can give you privacy.” I turned to retreat.
“No she broke it! It won’t go down! I can’t make it go down!” He agonized. Gilly finally broke down laughing.
“Okay… “ I still had my eyes covered. “I can make it go down, but you’re not going to like it. Chances are she jammed it and you need to release the pressure. Does… anyone have a needle?”
“YOURE NOT TAKING A NEEDLE TO MY DICK DOC!” He protested and then with a sigh of relief “wait! It’s going down!” Bishop whined.
“Leave it to me…to unharden a dick with a single threat. Maybe I should start my own biker club” I backed away covering my eyes still.
They burst into laughter. I could hear them screaming and hollering as I walked back to the porch. I already needed another cigarette. EZ and Gilly jogged back to me a moment later.
“Hey EZ, do you think you could take me home?” I lit another cigarette from the pack Gilly left on the porch.
“No can do, I am drunk.” He didn’t appear drunk. “And you’re not done having fun yet.”
“I have had so much fun. Drinks, scaring away erections, Coco said I was pretty.” I smiled awkwardly.
“I said you were pretty too.” EZ gently pushed me back into my seat. “Gilly, tell her she’s pretty and get her a drink.”
“You’re pretty, what you want to drink?” He smiled and took my cigarette from me. Placing it between his lips.
“I.. just alcohol.” I panicked internally. “One alcohol please.”
He shook his head and walked away. EZ waited until he was out of eye sight and smacked me on the back of my head.
“You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He didn’t even look like he was kidding.
“No.” I was confident in that. I was not a virgin. In fact, I’m a freak in the sheets, but it had been a while for me. And, I lost a lot of confidence since putting on some weight and the whole assault. But Gilly was by far the biggest crush I’ve experienced since middle school. The only difference is that in middle school I didn’t feel like THIS. Uncomfortably wet, like an ache inbetween my legs that nothing fixed.
“Yeah…okay, tell me what you like.” EZ leaned beside me. Looking down on me like he was studying.
“Let me get a few drinks in and maybe we can talk about what I like.” I pushed him back. Gilly handed me my drink and looked confused.
“Well here is the drink, Bekah.” EZ took it from Gilly and handed it to me. “Now tell us what you like… cause I think you’re scared.” Gilly raised an eyebrow but sat beside me and scared me down.
“Uhm well, I like singing, and I like movies.. and I like..” I was stalling.
“You know damn well that is not what I’m talking about.” He laughed and walked back inside.
“You want to explain what that was about?” Gilly lit another cigarette and handed it to me.
“Oh well.. EZ said I basically give off virgin energy.” I took a puff. “Which is probably true, but I’d like to think my innocent demeanor attracts the type of men I like, but… I can’t remember the last time I attracted a man so..” I looked up at Gilly who had eyes as wide as the moon. I wasn’t sure why I was able to talk so boldly, must have been the alcohol. “Yeah.. maybe I should go home.” I laughed.
“You attract plenty of men, you just can’t read the room. Most intelligent people have a hard time figuring out other people’s emotions.” I was stunned at Gilly’s calculated words.
“Maybe you’re right. I wish I could tell though… would make tonight a hell of a lot less awkward.” I couldn’t believe I had finished my 5th drink. I would say roughly 10 shots of vodka was slushing through my veins. I felt happy and dizzy and relaxed, but not over the edge.
“Want another drink, Bekah?” Gilly stood up.
“Nah, I’m in a good stop for now.” I was feeling relaxed and sleepy.
“Well, then come on, dance with me.” He extended his hand and when I took it he pulled me up and close to him.
“Where you want to dance?” I bit my lip.
“Doc, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me.” Gilly backed me up against the wall of the clubhouse. Not leaving much space between us. I was now beet red. “I like it when you blush.”
“Me? Flirt? I have the virgin energy, remember?” I gulped.
“See, I think you let people believe that because deep down.. you want someone to take all of that nervous feeling… all of that innocent fear away from you. I think you’re probably a little freak.” Gillys lips came close to mine.
A crash from inside the house halted the music. Gilly broke away from me and I could feel my heart beat in my fingertips. He ran inside and I took a moment to breathe and followed. When I walked in a handsome man in a suit was standing in the middle of the room. I didn’t even see him come in. Beside him was another man. Oddly, I found him beautiful. He had long braids and guns on both hips, but he was badly injured. It looked like his shirt was soaked in blood. I stayed behind Gilly.
Bishop yelled for everyone to leave. I knew he meant everyone but the MC. I squeezed Gilly’s hand and turned to walk away.
“Doc, I’m sorry I need you to stay.” Bishop was calm when he spoke to me. I nodded and reflexively held onto Gilly’s arm again.
Everyone was slowly leaving but not fast enough I suppose. The man with the braid fired off two shots to the ceiling and the room cleared out in about 2 seconds.
The man in the suit pointed at me and crooked his finger in a ‘come here’ motion. It irritated me a little. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. I came forward.
“Do you know who I am?” He asked.
“Should I?” I was a little sarcastic. I looked at Bishop and he slowly shook his head no. It looked like a warning. “No I don’t sir. Do you know who I am?”
“You seem a little feisty. I like that. No, Doctor Reznik, I do know of you, but I don’t know you. I would like to change that though. I need a favor.” He stepped towards me and brushed my curls out of my face. “You’re a pretty one aren’t you… is that one your boyfriend, is that why you’re here?”
“I’m here because I’m just a friend of the club. What do you want from me?” I could feel my chest pounding but I remained unafraid visually.
“My name is Miguel Galindo, this is my associate Nestor. You see, he is my security. The best in the business. But, even the best has its limits and I need to make sure he makes a full recovery.” He went on but I realized the man needed help badly. I didn’t care about his pleasantries or monologue. I cut him off.
“Bishop, please get my kit from the closet. EZ boil some water and grab me anything clear and over 90 proof. I need that table cleared off and Gilly and Miguel please carry Nestor to the table please.” I ran and washed my hands really quick. The men didn’t question me. Bishop looked shocked that I gave Mr. Galindo an order.
It took me two hours to remove the bullet, clean the wound, stitch it up and clean the area. I gave Nestor something for the pain and direction for wound care just like I would in the ER. I took off my gloves and threw them away. Walking back to the group of men looking at me in shock.
“Can someone please take me home now, I am exhausted.” I looked around for volunteers.
“Doctor, thank you.” Nestor grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“Doctor Reznik, for your services.” Miguel handed me a stack of banded $100 bills. He whispered in my ear “you don’t give me orders ever again.”
I handed the money back to him.
“I save lives, I already make more than enough for it. If you need help, you ask for it.” I walked off into the porch. Taking a cigarette out of Coco’s hand on the way out.
“I like her.” Miguel tucked the money back in his pocket and walked away. A few of the guys helped Nestor out the back door. “Where did you find a woman like that in this town?”
On the porch I held back tears of fear. I was proud of myself for keeping it together. This night brought back the memories of the assault. After I had gotten home from tending to Coco’s broken nose I passed out from the adrenaline drop. When my phone rang I didn’t recognize the number so I ignored it. But it rang again and when I answered it was Bishop. He sounded rattled, begging me for my address and help. Against my better judgement I gave it to him. I put on my robe and heard a car and a bunch of motorcycles in the driveway 5 minutes later. They crashed through my door with a screaming man covered in tattoos. He was shot multiple times. It took all night but I managed to save the man who I would eventually call Creeper. They all slept in my house for a few hours. I made them breakfast and the rest was history. However, Bishop made me swear on my life to keep the secret. Telling me that I was contracted to them for life, but if I needed anything they would make it happen. Two days later they knocked on my door and left a photo of three dead men. On the back he wrote, no one will ever hurt you again.
“Ahem..” Gilly coughed and I opened my eyes. I could see the sun coming up in the distance. I wondered if I dozed off for long. “Let’s get you home, Doc.”
“Thanks.” I stood up and followed him sleepily.
“Let’s take the van, you’ll get cold not having a jacket on the bike.” He opened the door to a rundown beater car and I got in. I looked forward to a shower and something to eat. He didn’t talk to me much on the way home. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I really thought he was making a move on me before the whole Galindo thing.
“Can I use your bathroom before I go?” He sounded more polite than usual.
“Of course. You can use the one in my room. The half bath in the living room is more of a storage closet at this point.” I lead him to my room and pointed to the bathroom. I unlaced my boots and put them away and threw my socks in the hamper.
“You look tired, you can hang out if you want to nap or something. I’m gonna shower and eat something and probably lay in my bed all day.” I smiled at him when he exited the bathroom. Grabbing my emerald green silk robe from the hook on the door and walking past him to the shower. Here was my bold move moment… I could strip down and get in the shower with the door open.. or I could shut the door and assume he will just show himself out. Of course I was too nervous to do the first thing.
I closed the door and stripped while the water heated up. It was a quick shower. I washed my hair and body. Cleaned my face. Brushed my teeth. I put on my robe and my hair in a towel. When I walked out I was kind of shocked to see Gilly standing in my room, looking at the pictures of my walls.
“Hey.” Was all I could muster.
“Would it be a burden to use your shower? I could use a nap, but I didn’t wanna sit down on anything smelling like a bar.” I could practically feel the ache between my legs creeping up.
“Yeah of course, let me get you a towel. I can throw you clothes in the quick wash if you want.” I was praying my face wasn’t super red.
“Thanks, doc… Rebekah.” He said my name, rolling the r and the ache between my legs became more of a flood gate on the brink of explosion.
He didn’t bother closing the door. I turned around when he started taking his clothes off. When I got in the shower I gathered them off the floor and threw them in the wash. I put a towel on the counter and a robe I got from a medical convention that was way too big for me and shut the door behind me.
I grabbed a pair of black panties from my dresser. I couldn’t find my favorite pair of sweat pants and walked around the room in nothing but panties until I saw he had left his kutte on my bed. I picked it up and felt the patches with my finger tips. Getting a wild hair, I put it on. Standing in front of my mirror. I pulled my hair down from the towel. I laughed because I felt kind of hot. Like a porn star or model. I started to take it off.
“Take it off.” Gilly commanded. My body frozen in place.
“I’m so sorry, I was just.. I just wanted to see what it felt like. I didn’t mean any disrespect.” I had all but forgotten I was naked except for the panties. I pulled the kutte off and handed it to him.
Gilly didn’t have the robe on, just the towel around his waist. He walked towards me, throwing the kutte on the bed. He put his hand on my cheek, catching his fingers in my hair and pulling me close to him.
“I wasn’t talking about the kutte..” he kissed me and I moaned into the kiss. Pressing my bare breasts to his chest. “Already mami?” He kissed me harder. Pushing me onto the bed. The towel around him falling down to the floor.
His kisses trailed down to my neck. I was on fire beneath him. I tried to touch myself but his hands were pinning my wrists down. In between cursing and begging he finally let go of one of my arms. My free hand desperately trying to get my panties off. I wanted my legs around him so badly.
“Virgin vibes my fucking ass.” He moved from me and yanked my panties off. “Your pussy stay this wet for me? Huh?” He ran two fingers against the wet opening. Not giving me a tease, he sank his fingers inside me. My back arched up and I cried out. I could feel myself dripping into his palm. “Yeah this is a slutty pussy, Mami.” He stroked his hard cock, lubricating himself with my juices. “You wanted this?”
“Nah uh” he slapped my pretty pink pussy with his hand. “Tell me how bad you wanted it.”
“So bad.. please” I whined
“No mami, tell me everything… I want to know now.”
“The moment I met you… even when you were kind of a jerk to me… especially when you were a little mean..” I touched myself.
He got on top of me. My legs parted for him and he kissed me softly. One hand massaging my breast and the other tangled in my hair. I could feel him against me. So close to being inside me, when he finally took a breath from kissing me I muttered his name softly. Bucking my hips up to try to make him closer to me.
“God you’re needy.” He shoved himself inside me hard. “Oh fuck you feel good.” He pulled out and I whine more and louder.
He brought my ankles to his shoulders and slowly pushed himself inside me. I loved the way he sounded. I could tell he was holding back so he wouldn’t cum so quickly but I couldn’t take it. I felt like an animal. He was on the thicker side. I could feel him stretching me, the wet-dripping, gushing noises from each thrust following by an abrupt stop.
“Flip over. I wanna see that big beautiful ass” He slapped my thigh.
I did as I was told. Arching my back for him. Showing off for him. His hand came down on my ass hard. I’m sure it left a mark. He positioned himself and entered me again. Gripping my hips harder and harder. He yanked my hair back until my back was to his chest. His hand came to my throat and he whispered in my ear in between grunts and moans.
“I wanted this for months.” He slowed his pace down for a bit. “But I couldn’t stop myself last night.. you’re so beautiful..” he tightened his grip on my throat. “I just needed to make sure you felt the same” he let me go and I collapsed on the bed. I was dizzy and limp and so close to cumming. Finally he pushed me to the edge and we could both feel my walls pulsing around his cock.
“Fu…” he moaned and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. His cum dripping down my thighs.
The moments following were pretty sweet. He grabbed the towel and cleaned me off. Kissing me one more time and laying down on the bed. Panting with a big smile on his face. I got up and put my robe on. He didn’t say anything. I threw his clothes on the dryer and went to the kitchen. I started making some eggs and pancakes. The bacon sizzled and the smell filled the kitchen. I assumed he had passed out but I made him a plate and set it on the table and pour some orange juice. I popped back in the room and asked if he was hungry. He slowly lifted his eyelids and slinked off the bed.
“Yeah but I can just grab something on the way back home.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Oh well, I made pancakes and..”
“You cooked for me?” He slipped the robe on that he ignored earlier.
“I figured you earned it after your workout.” I winked at him.
“Now I know what my pops was talking about..” he muttered under his breath.
“What you mean?” I grabbed him a fork and the syrup bottle.
“Well, my dad was the type who never kept a woman around until he met my mom. He said he brought her home one night and she cooked him breakfast and never really left after that.” He laughed. “I guess he didn’t want her to go.”
“So what you’re saying is that your dad dicked down your mom so good she wouldn’t leave?” I gave him the side eye.
“Well it sounded more romantic in my head..”
We were done with our breakfast and I cleaned up the kitchen. Gilly dried the pans and put them away for me as the ding of the dryer went off. I brought him his clothes and felt sad that he would probably leave soon. I wanted to talk more, to laugh, to kiss him and feel his body on mine.
“I need to say something and it’s going to make me sound like an asshole, but this… needs to be our secret for a while.” Gilly threw his clothes on the couch.
“Noted.” I started a pot of coffee. I didn’t say anything else. I wasn’t hurt. I think I understood his reasoning. There was a thick silence only filled by the sputter of coffee filling the glass pot.
The sunlight drained in the window and I closed the blinds. I wasn’t ready for the day, I needed sleep, but my body was reawakened from the breakfast… and the orgasm.
“I just meant like… technically this is mixing business and pleasure and after everything with…” he was going to bring up Angel and Adelita, but he couldn’t say too much. “And if you’ve already been with someone else in the club it could get messy, you know.”
I spit my coffee. “Who else have I fucked in the club, exactly?”
“Well, I know you and the Boy Scout are close..” Gilly didn’t seem bothered by it.
“What if I told you… I haven’t fucked anyone in like 4 years.. maybe longer.” I handed him a cup of coffee.
“Well that would explain the gorilla grip your pussy gave my dick..” we both giggled.
“Yeah I get it. I’ll be your secret fuck buddy.” I placed the cup down on the table. “But… you’ll never be able to tell a soul about this.”
“About what?” Gilly soon realized what I was talking about.
I got down on my knees. Tugging the robe off of him. It took all of two seconds to get him hard again. I stroked it a few times and went to work. Sucking the soul out of this man. It was messy. Sloppy. After about 10 minutes, a lot of tongue work, and string of his curses and moans he came hard down my throat. I cleaned him off gently and got up from the floor. I walked away while the man stood there stunned and wide eyed. And went to brush my teeth for the 2nd time.
When I returned, Gilly was dressed. I was still mostly naked. Black lacy panties and my robe undone, exposing my breasts.
“I don’t know how to say this without sounding crazy or creepy, but… you should teach a class on dick sucking because Mami, if I had that everyday I’d be acting like Mr. Roger’s.” Gilly smiled and pulled me close to him. His hand caressing the curve of my waist. His calloused fingertips hooked into my panties. He leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t even feel him move but a cold feeling ran down my thigh. The shred of fabric sounded so loud. He smirked into the kiss as he moved the knife to my other thigh. Cutting the thin lace and snatching my panties off of me.
“I get to keep these. No other man will ever get to see you in these again. That memory will be mine forever.” Gilly ran his fingertips across my pussy. I was so wet already. My legs felt like jelly.
“I gotta go Mami.” He kissed my forehead and walked me to my room. “Get some rest. I’ll see you soon.”
I passed out quickly. Gilly locked the door when he left and I didn’t see him for the next week. No contact. No texts or calls. My heart felt like it was going to explode, but I knew better than to show up unannounced. I spent the next 3 days working my ass off. Back to back ER patients, charting, meetings, normal life.
Gilly’s week looked a lot different. But I didn’t know that. I guess I would never really know too much about his day to day.
I arrived to my house at 8pm. My heart skipping a beat when I saw a motorcycle already in my driveway. The rush turned to panic when I noticed blood trailing all the way to the door. My door was still locked. I followed the trail around to the garage area where it seemed to vanish. I turned around and a heavy hand covered my mouth from screaming.
“It’s okay. It’s just me.” Gilly removed his hand. I could taste iron on my lips. Blood drying quickly on my face.
“Let’s get you inside.” I scrambled to unlock the door. Gilly was posting on the door frame.
When I turned on the lights I could see him more clearly. The blood was coming from his knuckles. Cut and swollen like he had punch a cheese grater or something. He didn’t say much. He sat at my table and I cleaned and bandaged him. I did a lot of talking, just nervous talk. Small talk. Finally I pounded my fist on the table.
“It’s been 9 days.” I walked away from him. Stripping out of my scrubs. Almost like a tantrum. I threw my clothes in the hamper and turned on the shower.
It was so hot water. Steaming and fogging the glass instantly. I cried quietly. I didn’t even know why I was mad. I expected this behavior. I knew what I was getting in to. I agreed to keep it a secret. The door opened and Gilly climbed in behind me. His arms wrapped around me tightly. And he whispered out a very quiet, I’m sorry. We stayed in that embrace until the water got cooler. Carefully washing each other. His fingers felt so delicate as he shampooed my hair. He massaged my scalp with conditioner and turned to water off. He handed me my towel. I slowly dried off and grabbed him an extra towel for himself. My wet curls stuck to my shoulders until I towel dried them. Gilly still wasn’t saying much. He pulled me to the bed and held me all night. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. It was the most restful night of sleep I’ve had since moving to Santo Padre. I woke up before my usual alarm. Gilly still sleeping soundly. Snoring a bit.
I put some chocolate chip muffins in the oven and fried some ham and eggs. I threw his clothes in the wash and dryer. By the time I was finished Gilly had woken up. He grabbed his boxers from the dryer and rubbed his eyes.
“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” He sat down at the plate I made for him.
“Do you wanna tell me what I need to be expecting from here out?” I sat down with my coffee and picked at my eggs with my fork.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t be away from you anymore.” He was on his second muffin already.
“Were you trying to?” My coffee was hot but I held it to my lips for warmth.
“I was afraid you’d get hurt. A lot happened after our little morning delight, Bekah. I had to go out of town. Bishop wanted to call you, but I wouldn’t let him ask you to come out there. It would have been too risky. That’s all I can say, can you accept that?”
“Yeah, but I’m surprised Bishop didn’t call me anyway. You know I won’t let anything happen to any of you if I can help, I will.”
“I think even Bishop was afraid for your safety.” He cleaned his plate and walked it over to the sink. Helping himself to another cup of coffee.
“Toothbrushes are in the top drawer in the bathroom. I think there are a few different colors.” I nodded. The silent acceptance he needed. He returned a few minutes later fully dressed.
“Come over tonight.” He grabbed his kutte and put it on, kissed me, and walked right out my front door.
I got dressed and headed to work. Last shift of the week and then I could have 3 days off. The day dragged on and when it finally ended I rushed to boutique across town 15 minutes before they closed. I had seen a maroon sundress that I adored and today I needed it. I tried it on and the lady gave me a smile. By the time I had gotten home, showered and changed, makeup and hair done, it was 930pm. I took a final look in the mirror and questioned the shortness of the dress before deciding it was perfect. I wasn’t going to be bending over much. I arrived to the clubhouse and it smelled like barbecue. Hot smoking grills, loud music, dancing girls. I passed by a wave of people I didn’t recognize. Their kuttes read “sons of anarchy” and one of them immediately locked eyes on me.
“Baby where did you come from?” He drunkenly pulled me to his lap.
I stood back up and yelled “straight from hell!” as I made my way inside to find Gilly.
His jaw, coco’s jaw, Bishop’s jaw and a random SOA prospect’s jaw hit the floor when they saw me. The tight fit of the dress around my breasts, my long legs, I had even straightened my hair to make the look complete. I felt confident.
“Stop drooling and get the doc a drink!” EZ came up and hugged me from behind. I saw Gilly shoot him a death glare.
The drinks flowed. People swarmed and danced. I felt happy. I ended up dancing with another girl. I assumed she was with one of the SOA guys and we grinded on each other until the song finished. We hugged and went out separate ways. I turned to walk towards Gilly again. He was waiting on me with another drink and as I reached to take it another hand slapped it down and handed me a beer. It was the guy from earlier that hit on me. I frowned at the vodka soda now on the floor and set the beer on the bar.
“Sorry, I don’t drink piss water.” I took the cigarette from Gilly’s hand. “Thanks though.”
“Man girl, you know where I come from, you just pretend to like the beer and say thank you. You’re lucky you’re hot. I might have been offended.” The man pulled me to him.
“A lot of girls probably pretend to like what you give em, but I’ll tell you the truth. Trust is an important thing.” I smirked.
“What kind of truth you wanna tell me, baby?” He pulled me closer.
I whispered in his ear and I’ve never seen a man run so fast in my fucking life.
I turned around and Gilly, Creeper, EZ, and Angel all looked at me in horror.
“What are yall looking at?” I put the cigarette in the ashtray.
“Do I even wanna know what you said that made him run away? I watched that man eat a raccoon eyeball on a dare.” Angel took a big swig of his beer.
“I’ll never tell.” I grabbed another drink and Gilly’s hand. “Dance with me.”
**away from Gilly and myself the boys conversed about how I was going to made Gilly fall in love**
After the song I felt my body tell me I needed to rest.
“Can you take me home?” Gilly was still nursing a beer.
“No, Mami. You can stay with me tonight.” He lead me down the hallway. A series of doors.
“We stay in these on extra long nights. I use this one the most.” He opened the door.
Shockingly it was clean. A small bed made neatly and a dresser with a few empty bottles on it. He locked the door and pushed me down on the bed. I went to stand back up giggling at his aggression. He knocked me back down again.
“Nah uh, Mami. Lay down. We have a score to settle.” He ripped my panties down. I still had my heels on.
His face buried between my thighs. His tongue lapping up the nectar and his beard felt soft and rough at the same time. It felt nice. I spread my legs wider for him. Finally he hit the sweetest motion of tongue and fingers in motion together. It was like he found the frequency of my body that had never been played before. My legs shook and my back arched. I tried to pull back from the over stimulation and he held my thighs in place. I was trapped. The wettest sound I’ve ever heard mixed with his moans of victory. He pulled himself up to me. Kissing my lips with his soaked ones. I could taste the arousal from both of us.
He threw my legs over his shoulders and buried his cock deep inside me. It was slowly and deeply pumping in and out of me. I could feel the wetness of myself dripping down his length. I could tell he was trying to last longer.
I pulled back away from him. He sat up and opened his mouth to speak. I pulled my dress off. Straddling myself over his cock. I sank down, feeling every inch of him inside me. I pulled his hands to my breasts. Grinding slowly while his mouth fumbled around my neck and chest. Biting softly. I pushed his back down on the bed. Placing my hands on his chest and giving him the ride of his life. He begged me not to stop and I obeyed. I only slowed down when I felt his cock throbbing inside of me. His hands gripped my hips so hard they left bruises. I collapsed on top of his chest.
Morning came quickly. I woke up with a blanket draped over my naked body. I couldn’t wait to shower.
I got dressed and ran to my car unnoticed. Well I hoped no one saw. But they did.
“Hey doc.. sleep okay?” I could barely see in the bright sunlight but I knew the voice. Bishop.
“Yeah, a little hungover. Gonna go home and shower and sleep more.” I turned the engine over in my car. Thinking to myself he didn’t know what happened. He couldn’t.
“So only Gilly gets muffins in the morning?” Bishop yelled.
“Gilly gets whatever he wants in the morning. But I might send him some to bring to you guys one day.” I laughed it off.
The next 3 months were a series of nights spent at my house. Gilly meeting me at my door after work. Spending all night tonight. Showering together. Eating together. Everything was perfect until a beautiful winter morning covered the ground in frost. I was on my way to the club house to stitch up Creeper when a car crashed into me. They missed a turn and swerved on the black ice. The metal crunched and I hit my head had on the steering wheel. An ambulance came quickly, but not as quickly as the club. I was only one turn from their clubhouse and they heard the crash and sirens. One of the prospects ran back and told them it was my car. I woke up in a hospital room surrounded by Gilly, Bishop, EZ, and Hank.
“Hey guys… how’s creeper?” I tried to sit up by my head felt like a gong being hit over and over.
“He will live. Taza is going to fix him up it just won’t be as pretty as your work.” Bishop patted me on the thigh.
The doctor came in and I didn’t recognize them. She must be on my opposite shift.
“Dr. Reznik, how are you feeling? I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Allen. I’m the new resident here. So which one of these fine men is the father?” She smiled so eagerly.
“What?” We all said in unison.
“Oh no.. you didn’t. I’m so sorry. Can you please step out gentlemen?” They all froze in their seat for a moment before nearly fighting to get out the room. Gilly stayed put.
Dr. Allen apologized and burst into tears. I was still in shock. A baby? Me… a mom? Gilly.. got me pregnant. I was on birth control. I’ve been on the pill for years. I’ve never missed a dose.
“Dr. Reznik can you hear me?” I looked up. It was a family face. Dr. Gibson. He was my first friend at this hospital. Dr. Allen was no where to be seen.
“Dr. Reznik, I apologize for the shock. We have temporarily suspended Dr. Allen for retraining on HIPPA.” He cleared his throat. “I trust you could forgive this incident.”
“How far along?” Gilly asked. Breaking my shock.
“Rebekah, if I may speak in front of this man?” He asked and I nodded.
“Blood test read about 10 weeks. Do we have your consent for an ultrasound?” He was always brief. I liked that about him.
I could only nod. I couldn’t look at Gilly yet. I was afraid. The nurse rubbed the cold gel on my belly and there it was. A little bean shape on the screen. Clear as day. A baby.
I heard the first noise from Gilly in 15 minutes. A sob. A gasp for air. I finally looked at him. His eyes welled with tears.
“I’m going to be a dad…” His smile broke me down into tears.
“I’m going to be a mom.” I whispered to myself.
They released me and Gilly wheeled me out to the lobby. The whole crew was there.
Gilly and I had done our best to keep this secret but deep down everyone knew.
“I thought you were dying, Doc. Bish said it was important so we all came.” EZ punched Coco lightly in the gut.
“I think maybe Gilly has something to tell us.” Bishop coughed.
Gilly looked at me for confirmation.
“The Doc and I… Rebekah and I..” Gilly paused.
“Don’t get all shy now.” I laughed. Gilly laughed so hard he cried.
“I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone cheered until the nurses shushed them with harsh glares.
“Wait, who is the mom?” Coco looked confused.
“You idiot.” Angel slapped him on the back of the head.
