“You just stepped into some serious shit, Alaska and I’m sorry to say, I don’t really care what happens to you or any of your little buddies here. Caring about what other people think is what put me in this fucking position to begin with,” I replied softly.
She leaned back against her chair, still smiling, before she got up, and came over to sit next to me.
“I know you don’t care about us, Swing. I’m not worried about it. You’ll come through when I need you too,” she said, resting a hand on mine.
I looked down at her hand and stared. I wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted from me, but I had no intention of doing any dirty work for her.
“What do you want from me?” I asked bluntly.
“For you to trust me.”
“Unlikely.”
Alaska sighed and got to her feet. She came over to stand in front of me and rested a hand on either side of me. She was looking up into my eyes, trying to read something, anything, but I wasn’t giving up a damn thing. I was always good at being able to shut down.
“Do you trust Warren?” she asked quietly.
I raised an eyebrow at the sound of his name. The one person that was able to track me to Bend before Pardon, was the same person I let live on some bullshit promise of giving me a letter from Harold. This wasn’t meant to be a yes or no answer. It couldn’t be.
“How do you know Warren?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“How do you know Warren?” she asked, a small smile creeping across her lips.
“Who are you?” I asked her curiously.
“I already told you. I’m Alaska Winslow,” she replied, her smile getting a little wider.
Something about her being so close to me and the way she was smiling was starting to get me hard. Something about the way she was keeping secrets from me, while dangling answers in my face was starting to make my blood race through my body.
I wasn’t sure what the hell came over me when I grabbed her by the face and kissed her. I wasn’t sure what came over her when she returned my kiss. When I felt her hands go around my body and I pulled her against me, I was confused because it felt so right.
Was Alaska the person I had been looking for? Was she the Mallory my teenage self wanted so desperately? I wasn’t sure and it bothered me and thrilled me at the same time. But when she roughly pulled my shirt off and ran her fingernails down my torso, I didn’t care anymore. When she unzipped my pants and reached in for my throbbing cock before dropping to her knees and taking it into her mouth, I cared even less.
I gripped a fistful of her hair and closed my eyes while she bobbed up and down. I tightened my grip when she stopped just long enough to run her tongue up the shaft of my cock before taking it into her mouth again.
But when the door opened and Tumbler came back in to check on Alaska’s well being, I felt like shit. The look she gave me; like I had betrayed some unspoken thing that neither of us knew about fucked with me so deeply, that I pushed Alaska onto her ass, and put my dick away.
I grabbed my shirt and pulled it back on before I went out into the Pussy Parade to find Tumbler and see what kind of damage I had just done to Stilettos & Steele.
Twelve
Dallas
By the time we got to the clubhouse, everyone else was already there. Pardon was freaking out, yelling that he wanted to know where the fuck the rest of us were and I knew I’d be in for an interrogation soon.
“...and I swear to Christ, if you let him out of your sight again, I’ll fucking kill you myself!” he was bellowing as we walked in.
“What’s the problem, old man?” I asked walking over to him.
His eyes narrowed dangerously at me and I felt a little nervous. I would never admit to being afraid of my father, but the looks he would give sometime would shake even the most hardened ones among us.
Except for Swing, I thought shaking my head with a smile.
“Get your asses in that room,” he said in a low, even tone.
I rolled my eyes and followed my half of Tidals & Anchors into the meeting room to join his half already waiting in there.
“Everyone sit the hell down and let’s get this over with,” he barked, dropping into the new President’s chair.