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“Good,” Ella praised Mason as he sat still. His face showed that he was in a lot of pain, but Ella was working quickly and as well as she could. I was impressed. For someone who’d made it clear she didn’t want an outlaw life, she was doing pretty well.

“I gotta hand it to you, girl,” I said to Ella after she’d finished with Mason. We were standing on the balcony sharing a cigarette. She’d worked on the guys for hours, and used almost all of her equipment. I knew they’d be patched up enough to hit the road again, but at some point they’d probably need more serious care. After all, Ella wasn’t even a real doctor yet. But she’d done a great job, and I was proud of her. “You done good.”

“I tried,” Ella said. She looked up at me and blushed. There was a dried smudge of blood on her forehead and I reached up with my thumb to wipe it away. “It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you mean?”

Ella blushed deeply. She looked away, pretending to study her hands. They were the perfect hands for a doctor: slim, shapely, with long fingers and delicate squared nails. They’d brought me so much pleasure, but now I knew what they were
really
capable of.

“I just mean talking to the guys,” she said softly. “I mean, aside from Jimmy.” She giggled. “He really didn’t want to see his butt, huh?” She laughed, louder and more genuine this time. “I wanted to tell him, look, as a doctor I’m going to have to look at a lot of asses.”

I chuckled. “You’re exactly right. And you did a great job, really. Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help, Ella.”

Ella flushed. “You’re welcome,” she said softly. I passed her the cigarette and she hesitated for a second before grabbing it and taking a deep drag. “I mean, I’m glad I could help.” Watching her smoke was funny, like a little kid playing with their mom’s cigarettes. I remembered the first time my mom had caught me smoking: she’d threatened to belt-whip the skin off of me. But she’d never actually done anything about it. I felt horrible—my dad had smoked, and she’d always worried about his cancer. And now my mom, who’d never touched a cigarette a day in her life, was dying from lung cancer. Funny how life worked out.

“You did more than help,” I told her honestly. “You really saved our asses.”

Ella grinned. “I’m glad,” she said. “I really am.”

Chapter Twenty Three

Ella

By the time I was done stitching up The Irish, it was almost daylight. I was exhausted, but somehow I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Mickey was watching me intently through the last hour of work that I had to do on Mason’s arm. He didn’t speak, but he watched me work. I felt his eyes burning holes in my clothes, and even though it turned me on, I was riding a huge adrenaline high from the events of the evening.

I couldn’t believe all of this was happening. It was pretty insane. I couldn’t even think about it, I was still on autopilot.

With a yawn, I stretched my arms towards the ceiling and looked at Mickey. “I need to shower,” I said, pointing to my clothes. They were stained with the blood of The Irish, and I wouldn’t be able to relax until I’d cleaned up.

Mickey nodded. “Good idea,” he said. “I’ll run the water for you.” I blushed, thinking he was going to get in the shower. But once he was done, he wiped his hands on his pants and let himself out of the bathroom. I waited until the mirror was fogged up before pulling my clothes off. Even though Mickey had given me a kind of sexual re-awakening, I still didn’t feel comfortable with my body, especially when I was naked. Being naked had always been hard for me, and with Mickey, I wasn’t thinking about anyone but him. But on my own, I still didn’t like the look of my body. I was so pale that I didn’t look like I had any muscle tone and I knew my breasts were small. My hips had always been wide for my frame and my belly was slim, but I looked heavier than I really felt.

Frowning, I got in the shower.
No more thinking about your body
, I told myself.
Just try to relax. Maybe you can take a nap before we have to leave
. The hot water felt amazing on my skin and as I scrubbed the blood from my limbs and closed my eyes, I could feel every muscle in my body starting to melt. The shower was always a quiet, meditative place for me. I had no idea how people could sing or listen to music; all I could think about was getting clean. The hotel soap smelled faintly sour and left a weird film on my skin but I liked the feeling of the hot water gushing over my bare body.

There was a sound in the bathroom, like the click of a door closing. I pulled back the curtain and looked out. Mickey was standing on the bathroom rug, completely naked. He had a giant erection and he looked at me with a grin on his face.

“Wanna let me in?” Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I can help you soap your back.”

Shyly, I pulled the curtain back and let Mickey in the shower with me. He was so big that he took up most of the available space, and I had to crush myself between his big frame and the wall. The hot water blasted on Mickey’s face and he closed his eyes and pressed his face into the spray, groaning as it washed away the dirt and grime of the day.

“This feels so good,” Mickey mumbled under his breath. He opened his mouth and drank some water, then spat it out on the floor of the tub.

Before I could reply, he grabbed me with both hands. An electric charge leapt from his body to mine and I felt my relaxed muscles start to tense up again. Mickey stroked my wet body, letting his nails trail along my sensitive skin. He turned me around under the spray and gently massaged my back with his strong hands. I moaned as Mickey’s hands slipped over my shoulders and onto my breasts. He cupped my small breasts in his hand and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples until I was shrieking with pleasure. Instinctively, I wiggled my butt against Mickey and felt his hard cock poking me. I loved being reminded of how large he was. He was the biggest guy that I’ve ever been with, and he really knew how to use his tool.

“Ella,” Mickey groaned in my ear. “I wanna fuck you now,” he added softly. I moaned and turned around to face him. Mickey stepped closer, shoving his cock between my legs. I rolled my hips and pressed my body against him. The hair on Mickey’s chest was soaked and rubbed up against my nipples, causing a pleasurable sensation in my lower body. As I shivered, Mickey tangled his hands in my wet hair and yanked my head back. He lowered his face to me and started to kiss and lick at the delicate, wet flesh of my neck. I could feel his tongue working its way down my body, and then Mickey dropped to his knees. He wrapped his arms around me and cupped my ass, pulling the cheeks apart and gently spanking them under the stream of the water. It felt incredible and I threw my head back and let out a full-throated moan. Mickey bit and sucked at my nipples, working his teeth over the taut skin. I moaned softly and massaged his wet head with my hands, working in some shampoo.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I managed to whisper in a breathy voice. “You wouldn’t want to get this in your eyes.” Mickey didn’t respond, he closed his eyes and continued to suckle at my breasts. Pleasure was shooting through my whole body and even though I was soaked from the water, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each passing minute.

Mickey slipped a hand between my legs and began to rub softly at me. I moaned and spread my legs to allow him further access. Mickey’s thumb found my clit and began pawing at me in delicate circles until I was howling and yelping. It felt
so
good, like being clenched in the warm haze of some drug. I loved that Mickey knew exactly how to touch me—he could always stimulate me and bring me close to the edge. Even though we’d slept together dozens of times by now, it was still thrilling. Every time he touched me, I got goose bumps all over my body.

Mickey slid his other hand between the cheeks of my ass. When I realized where his fingers were going, I gasped. Mickey probed the delicate flesh of my asshole as he continued rubbing my clit. It felt strange, definitely not painful, but kind of a full feeling. I moaned as he gently rubbed my most secret entrance. It felt amazing, and I was embarrassed to admit how much I wanted him to keep going. As his ministrations to my clit ramped up, I felt my belly give a kick of lust and arousal. His fingers on my asshole were driving me crazy, but I didn’t want to wait for him to make me come with his fingers. I wanted him now, and I was going to show him exactly how badly.

Pushing Mickey’s hands away, I pulled him up to his feet and directed him under the spray of the water. He washed the shampoo out of his hair and opened his eyes, staring at me with obvious lust. I knew that he probably wanted to bend me over and make me take his huge cock, but I wasn’t
quite
ready yet. With a little grin on my face, I sank down on my haunches and nuzzled his giant erection. It bobbed against my face and I blushed. I couldn’t believe that I was sticking my face in Mickey’s crotch, licking at his cock like I was a puppy. Mickey groaned. He buried a hand in my hair and tugged hard. As he swung my head forward, I opened my lips and eagerly took the first few inches of his hard cock into my mouth. Mickey grunted and pushed his hips against me, shoving his cock down my throat. He tasted incredible, clean with just a hint of musk, and I couldn’t wait to make him beg. I loved sucking Mickey off. It didn’t feel demeaning at all, rather, it was inspiring to have that kind of power in the palm of my hand. Or my mouth.

Mickey arched his back. The tip of his cock bumped against my soft palate and I wrapped my hand around the base of his erection, pumping in time to the motions of my head. As Mickey groaned and ground his hips against my face, I could feel his cock pulsing. Finally, I knew that I was ready.

Without warning, I got to my feet and turned around. Bracing my hands against the wall of the shower, I spread my legs and stuck my ass out in the air. The warm, humid atmosphere of the shower felt good on my exposed pussy and Mickey murmured approval. He ran his hands down my sides before digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass and pulling me close. I blushed as I felt him trail a finger down the crack of my ass and rub delicately at the entrance to my pussy. Moaning softly, I wiggled my hips and slid down on his finger. Mickey grunted and yanked his hand away. Tangling it in my hair, he yanked on my head as he stepped closer and slipped his cock between my legs. It took a moment of angling to find the proper fit, but as soon as he was inside me, I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. From behind, Mickey felt even bigger than usual. I could feel his hardness stretching the delicate tissue between my legs, and I loved knowing that he could completely fill me. As he began to rock back and forth, pleasure exploded in my lower belly. It spread hotly through my limbs, making me a slave to the sensations in my body. I closed my eyes and began to move my hips in time with Mickey’s. Mickey tightened his grip on my hair and began to fuck me faster. He stepped closer and buried his face in the back of my neck before twisting my head to the side and licking my earlobe. The sensation was unexpected and erotic and I cried out, feeling a shameful flush cover my whole face. Mickey slipped his hand down my body, between my legs, and started to gently rub at my clit. He didn’t exert much effort, but every time our bodies moved my crotch swung over his knuckles. Pleasure bloomed in my body and I opened my mouth and let out a full-throated howl. It felt so good, all I wanted to do for the rest of my life was fuck Mickey. Just fuck and fuck and fuck until I couldn’t fuck anymore. He could play my body like a tight drum, and I looked forward to being subjected to every single one of his whims.

Mickey grunted and I felt the muscles of his lower abs clench as he pressed against me. He moaned my name and increased the pressure on my clit. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, mingling with the water and creating a puddle of liquid at our feet. I closed my eyes as I felt my body tense with the pending orgasm. Mickey groaned loudly and rubbed me faster than ever before. His cock was slamming in and out of my pussy and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Sweat had broken out over my upper body and I moaned softly. The orgasm hit me just as Mickey was rubbing my clit continuously. My body jolted and tensed with pleasure, setting Mickey off to a violent orgasm of his own. Inside my pussy, I felt his cock jerk to a stop and then gush cum. As always, it felt delicious. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of Mickey’s seed coating my insides.

When we were done, we pulled away. Without speaking, we rinsed under the water, then toweled off and went into the bedroom. Suddenly, I felt embarrassed and shy again. Mickey grinned at me and stretched. He was still naked, and his body was like a glorious monument to masculinity. I loved the shape and bulge of his muscles, his perfect skin, his gorgeous tattoos. Every time I looked at him, a little thrill ran through my body. I couldn’t believe that he was mine. Well, not mine, but mine temporarily.

The evening had been exhausting, but when we crawled into bed, I couldn’t fall asleep. Mickey passed out right away, and soon his rhythmic snores made me all the more conscious of not feeling tired. I couldn’t believe what had happened. What was this? Was this my life? It definitely wasn’t the predictable, boring, plain Ella Riley I was used to. I couldn’t believe that someone like me had been vital to Mickey tonight. The thrill of patching up The Irish had faded, but I was proud of the work I’d done. Even with limited equipment, I’d still managed to do a pretty damn good job.

But this couldn’t be my life. I wasn’t an outlaw. And I wasn’t any man’s old lady, either. I was a strong, independent woman who was going to med school. Soon, I’d be able to pay my own way through life. Sure, Mickey had disposable income through the bike club, but I was the one who was going to really have to learn to make it on my own. I couldn’t believe that I was already thinking about a future with a man I’d only known for a week. It had never been like this, but surely that was being hasty, right? I should have put all thoughts of Mickey out of my head, but it was impossible. He was like a drug that only I was hooked on. I couldn’t imagine explaining my attachment to him to anyone else, they wouldn’t get it. It made me angry.

At the same time, they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. There was no place for me with Mickey or the bikers. That just wasn’t me, and I didn’t want to watch all the hard work I’d done go right down the toilet. If we were going to have a future together—and that was a big if—he’d really need to get his shit straightened out. I couldn’t possibly be expected to stick around with a criminal. No one in their right mind would stay with someone like Mickey, knowing the risks involved.

Mickey shifted in bed, revealing his perfect hipbones. A shock of lust flared through my body and for a moment I forgot everything that I’d just promised myself. Finally, I was able to sink into a troubled, dreamless sleep.

In the morning, Mickey was awake before I was. I expected to wake up and have him demanding to fuck me, but nothing of the kind happened. He looked alert and well-rested, which was pretty incredible considering the events of the previous night. He was drinking a cup of coffee and he handed the cheap cardboard cup over to me when I wrapped myself up in the sheet and sat up.

“I wanna talk to you,” Mickey said. He sat down next to me on the bed and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. I was barely awake and I had no idea what was coming, but just being touched by him was a comfort.