She smiled at him. “Another fantasy?”
She was his fantasy. “Like having you any fucking way I want you, woman. I want you spread out on that table, legs over my shoulders. I’m going to take you hard, Breezy. The table was built for that. Fucking you hard.”
“I thought it was built for dinners. Formal occasions.” Even as she teased him, she stripped, shedding the denim and her underwear.
“This is a formal dinner. My cock is starving right now. Get your ass over here and take it out. Want your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass.”
She moved to him immediately, knelt, her hands undoing his belt buckle, the one with Torpedo Ink written across it. She pulled down his zipper slowly and the relief was tremendous. “All three? Right now? While Czar’s waiting?”
Her breath was on his cock. Warm. Tempting. He didn’t wait. He pushed between her lips, enjoying the way his girth stretched them. She was wearing lipstick, and it made for a sexy pink circle surrounding his cock. He let her tongue lash at him and her mouth tighten and suckle, but only for a moment, just so she could get him wet with all that hot heat she generated. His hips began a fast rhythm, sliding in deeply and out again, over and over. He watched her eyes. Watched her take him. Swallow him. Give him that because he asked her to.
He’d already asked Ink to tatt him. Right above his cock, on that last ripple of ab muscles, so when she was on her knees looking at him, she would see I love only Breezy. He was scheduled for that next week. He had several places he planned to give that to her. But right now, when his cock was going deep, strangled in that perfect paradise, he wanted the first one right there, so she’d wake up to it every morning.
It didn’t matter that he’d taken her that morning, in bed, and again, on the dishwasher, his balls were burning hot, and he had to stop before it was too late. Next time, he vowed, he’d get what he wanted. He’d take his time with her and let his body recover so he could do his favorite thing, moving from one tight place to another on her, claiming her completely.
He pulled out of her and tugged her up. Catching her around the waist, he put her on the table, right in the middle, under that chandelier. The lights instantly made her skin glow, spotlighted her breasts and, when he yanked apart her thighs, illuminated her pussy, making his cock lengthen and widen even more.
He crawled up on the wide, thick table, wedged himself between her legs and took his time getting to his goal. He kissed his way to her breasts and sucked, bit and licked until she was squirming. Both her hands cupped her breasts, offering them to him. He took his fill and then kissed his way down her body, his tongue lashing at her bare mound. He’d helped her shave it their first night home. He loved the way there was nothing between his tongue and her body. The way she tasted was his own personal aphrodisiac. He fucking loved eating her out. It was one of his favorite things to do.
He took his time before he finally knelt between her legs and lifted her bottom, slamming home without preamble. She cried out, that little low moan that always got to him, and then he was pounding into her. She felt like she was surrounding him with a tight glove of fire strangling his cock. The chandelier shone down on their joined bodies and he watched as he disappeared into her, as her body swallowed his and then he pulled back almost to the very end before slamming deep again.
The table was hard, and he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and let himself take her the way he needed. It was as perfect as it could get, and he didn’t want it to ever end. Each time either of them was close, he stopped and took deep breaths, sometimes working her ass, turning it pink with his hand, feeling the wash of her liquid heat with every smack. Her little mewls and keening cries added to the volcano building in his balls.
Then he was there, unable to stop it, and he took her over the edge, using his thumb on her clit so the tidal wave took her as his cock swelled and jerked in her. He felt the splash of his hot seed triggering deeper and stronger waves through her body. He rode it out on his knees, watching her face, drinking in that look. For him. All his.
When he could breathe, he set her feet carefully on the table and leaned down to kiss her belly button. “Is that enough reassurance for you, baby?”
Eyes on his, still struggling for air, aftershocks shaking her, she nodded. “Yes, honey. Thank you.”
“You need anything I’m not giving you? You’d tell me if I was fucking up again, right?”
She nodded. “I don’t care about the truck that much, Steele. It isn’t a big deal to me, but when something is, you’ll be the first to know.”
He felt the grin start somewhere around the vicinity of his cock. He fucking loved her. That was going on his body for her to read right under the tatt over his heart. I fucking love her. Gentle now, he helped her off the table.
* * *
• • •
The bikes were parked in a long row out in front of the clubhouse when they arrived. Breezy glanced at him but didn’t say anything, and he was grateful. He didn’t have the answers for her or for himself to any questions she might ask—like why he didn’t ride his Harley and let her bring their son in the monster truck. Those were his issues, not hers, and he appreciated that she didn’t push him. He needed time. He got Zane out of his car seat and handed him to Breezy. The boy was getting to be tall. He was going to have Steele’s height.
Czar asked Steele to bring Breezy and Zane to the meeting with Inez and Frank regarding the new grocery store for a good reason. No one could resist Breezy. She had a look that told others she had joy in her. She was exactly what Czar needed to convince Inez and Frank they were just a bunch of men who loved riding motorcycles. Inez and Frank weren’t born yesterday, but it was easy to see them relax around Breezy and Zane.
Inez was a beloved icon in Sea Haven. She was known by everyone, and she knew every family personally. If they could get her to front their store, even for a few months, then they would have a better chance of being accepted by the community. Already she called the Torpedo Ink members her boys. Weirdly, they all liked it. Maybe Savage was an exception, but he didn’t count. No one could tell what he was thinking, and he didn’t say.
Blythe was good friends with Inez, and she’d had Frank and Inez to dinner when they’d first approached them concerning the business venture. Czar felt it would be too blatant using her friendship again, but if Steele brought Breezy and Zane with him and introduced them just before the meeting, it would seem more like family had just dropped in.
Steele could see that Inez was very taken with Zane, but then who wouldn’t be? After a few minutes of animated conversation, he signaled to Breezy to take the child out, so they could get down to business. Zane had worked his magic, as had his woman, showing Inez and Frank that they were a family like any other.
“What’s it going to take to get you to come in with us as a partner?” Czar asked, leaning across the table.
They conducted the meeting in the common room, where their visitors would be the most comfortable. After seeing Czar and Blythe at home, they wanted Inez and Frank to be inside the clubhouse, so they could see the club wasn’t hiding anything from them. As a rule, their clubhouse wasn’t open to the public, not even during the parties between clubs. This was different. It was a business venture, pure and simple.
“I don’t really have anything to bring to the table,” Inez said, regret in her voice. “I want to help you out, Czar, I really do. Our partner, Jackson Deveau, has the money in the store. I was up front about that. He’s law enforcement, you’re a biker club. With regret, he can’t come in on this deal.”
“You did point out that we’re not 1-percenters.” Steele indicated his cut. “There isn’t a patch anywhere on our jackets, and we’ve never been in trouble.”
Inez nodded. “I understand. He’s just very careful all the time. It’s his way.”
Czar nodded. Steele and Czar had already discussed their response, since they wer
e certain Deveau would pull out. That made sense. They’d put it to a vote and the club—Savage included—had voted to bring Inez and Frank on board. Czar had a plan, and his plans had never failed. Not once.
“We’ve got the money for the start-up,” Steele explained. “Money isn’t a problem. All of us saved everything so we could put down roots. I’ll be honest. We need your face. We need you to actually work the store, so the locals feel comfortable coming in. We’re aware that’s going to be a hardship on you.”
Inez glanced at her husband. He remained silent while she spoke. “How long would you want us to work in Caspar?”
Czar tapped the table. “We thought three months, but you may have a better idea of the time it will take to get the locals comfortable with shopping here in Caspar.”
“The idea isn’t to take business from the store in Sea Haven,” Steele reminded. “Or you. That’s why we want you to have an interest in the one here. We need you more than you need us. We use the name of your store and your familiar face, you train one of our people to manage the store, and you oversee it. You’re providing the labor. We’re just providing money.”
Inez nodded, but Frank reached out and very gently took her hand. “We would have to pay someone to work our store for us.”
“We’ll pay them,” Czar assured. “If you’re interested at all but don’t like the terms, Absinthe,” he indicated the third Torpedo Ink member sitting at the table, “is our attorney, and I’m certain everything is in order.”
Absinthe was their negotiator for obvious reasons. He could persuade anyone to do anything and he could always compel truth. Code had given him the necessary background and schooling to become a lawyer on paper as well as on the Internet. He had the credentials, and it looked as if he’d passed the bar the first try. Like Transporter, he could read over twenty thousand words a minute and absorb the material.
“I drew up the papers for a partnership and suggest that you consult your own attorney. Have Deveau look at them as well, as he’s in partnership with you in the store in Sea Haven and has to sign off on the use of the name here in Caspar.”
Inez took the papers and handed them to Frank. “We really appreciate the opportunity and we’ll get back to you fast. Did you have someone in mind for running the store?”
Steele fielded that one. “Lana eventually wants to have a clothing store but said she’d learn from you while she plans out her shop. Once we find someone who would like to settle here, and we feel he or she would be good, Lana can train them.”