She didn’t like the thought of him knowing any personal details. “No. It’s fine. I don’t want the pill. I’m not ready for it, so you don’t have to worry about me having that.” She wasn’t willing to take something that would prevent pregnancy at the risk of Bishop finding out. She didn’t want to think the worst of him, but if he didn’t believe there was a risk of pregnancy, he might not stop when she asked him to. The moment she thought it, she felt so damn bad.

He’d never given her a reason to doubt him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to force the issue.

“Okay. you know where to call me and how to get in touch if you need me, right?”

“Yeah, I do.” She thought about her mother and cringed. “If my mom asks about it could you tell her you talked to me and you resolved something? I don’t want to risk her … you know.”

“I get it.”

He finished repairing the split stitches. They didn’t hurt this time. She watched him get to work, marveling at his technique. He had a steady hand. All the time, the scents from the kitchen were driving her crazy. Her stomach kept on growling.

“I’m starving too,” he said.

Randall was a good guy. She wondered how he actually got involved in the club in the first place. From what she knew, he had his own practice, and was a nice man, sweet. A couple of kids all on his own. No obvious reason to run to the life of crime. Not that it mattered. No one needed a reason to do what they needed to do.

“Finished,” Randall said.

“Dinner’s ready,” Preacher yelled from what she assumed was the kitchen.

“I’m ravenous. Let’s get out of here.”

With a fresh bandage on her arm, she followed the doctor out into the dining room. It had been years since she ate at Preacher’s house with him inside. Bishop always ordered pizza even though she hated it. There was nothing appealing about lots of cheese and a crust. When she took a seat beside Preacher, he surprised her by putting his hands together to say a little prayer. She didn’t know what he said, but after a few seconds, he started to eat. He served her up first before going to Randall and then himself.

“When we’re finished here, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay.”

At least Bishop’s father took care when he refused to. She wondered what he was doing.

****

“Fuck yeah, that feels good,” Bishop said.

He stared down at Milly’s ass. He’d been wanting to get back inside her ever since his father interrupted them the last time.

The good thing about Milly, she was one good lay, and never took anything too seriously.

“Oh, yeah, you’re so big. Fill my ass up. Come on, Bishop. Fuck me like you want to.”

He gripped her hips and pounded her ass. He didn’t stop even as she cried out from a bit of the pain. Bishop didn’t care.