Twenty-Six
Shark
I stick to the rear of the pack as we ride. Even on my bike, I can feel the tension rolling off these guys who are supposed to be my brothers. I understand, they’re pissed. I’m sure they feel betrayed, like I’m just some jackass who rolled into town and ruined her. But they have no clue, not the slightest fucking inkling of how it really is. Because if they saw, if they opened their eyes and really looked, they’d see that in reality, Scarlett fucking owns me.
Rolling into the range, I find an empty spot beside Sonny. This should be a safe place to leave my baby, not that I think any of these guys would pull any shit with Ray and Sonny both watching. As I climb from the saddle, my cell starts ringing. I pull it from my pocket and see Ryder’s name lighting up the screen.
“Shit, I gotta take this. Go on ahead and I’ll catch up,” I tell Sonny, who’s standing a few feet away, waiting on me.
“Okay, man,” he offers with a nod before turning and walking away.
“Pres., what’s up?” I answer.
“God damn, Sharky-boy. It’s fuckin’ good to hear your voice,” he answers. “It’s been almost a month, so I figured I better check in and make sure you’re still good.”
“Yeah, brother. All good here,” I share.
“Good…that’s good. Well, shit. I’m gonna get right to the fuckin’ point. Rumor has it you’re considering a permanent transfer to Vegas. Is it true?” his voice gets serious.
Fuck. I fucking knew I shouldn’t have said shit to Army. I love every single one of my brothers, but those motherfuckers can’t keep their fucking traps shut.
“Army tell you?” I question roughly.
“Nope. I actually got a personal call from Ray. He mentioned that he made you an offer and that you were taking it under consideration,” he explains.
“Yeah, an offer was made. No decisions yet, but honestly, it’s something I need to take some time to consider,” I tell him.
“Horse shit,” he expresses. “Rock Hill is home. Your family built this club. You’re an original and I know I wouldn’t have my fuckin’ seat without you. You were born a Savage. The chair, the gavel…all that shit should’ve been yours by birthright, but you chose to back me. I can’t do this without you by my side,” he shares and my chest swells.
“Damn, Pres. That’s really fuckin’ nice to hear. And trust me, Rock Hill will always be home, but there’s a new element I have to consider,” I try to explain.
“And would this be a female element?” he questions with a laugh, already knowing.
“Yup,” I answer.
“Shit, brother. All the fuckin’ pussy you’ve messed with back here, and you let some little Vegas number fuck with your brain,” he chuckles softly. I guess he doesn’t know the whole story. I’m surprised Ray didn’t give him all the details.
“It’s a little more serious than that,” I start but he interrupts.
“Shit. Never thought I’d see the day. But we all have one weakness,” he says, and I clearly remember the night he met Cora. She owned him with one fucking look.
“I know, right?” I agree.
“Well, just bring her home with you. That’s what I did,” Ryder adds with a laugh.
“Shit, brother. I wish it as that fucking simple,” I tell him.
“What’s the fucking hold up? Spill it,” he prods roughly.
“It’s Scarlett, Ray’s daughter,” I share. “Ray is cool with it, but that support might fade quickly if I try to take her away,” I explain.
“Damn, man. Ray conveniently left that part out,” Ryder says. “I got it. How about this, come home for a weekend and bring her with you. Let her meet all your brothers here, it’s not her father and brother’s crowd. She’ll be able to relax and see a different side of the club. Plus, you know that Cora and Ayla will jump at the chance to meet her and make her feel welcome,” he suggests and I feel a smile curl on my lips. That might just be a perfect idea.
“That’s why you’re the Pres. You’ve got all the good fucking ideas,” I joke.
“Yeah, yeah… Tell you what, I’ll do you a solid. I’ll call Ray and tell him I need you back for a weekend. That way you’re set up and you don’t have to take any shit,” he offers.
“Sounds good. Thanks, boss,” I answer.
We disconnect and I my chest tightens. What if she doesn’t want to go? What if she fucking hates it? I feel completely torn. Rock Hill is my home, and it always will be, but right now, home is anywhere Scarlett is. And I know that Vegas is her home. I could never ask her to leave her home…her family.
As soon as I slip my phone back into my pocket, I move towards the rapid popping sound. Within minutes I’m set up beside Pike, pulling out my Glock and releasing the safety. The weight is familiar in my hands as I lift my arms to aim at the target hanging in the distance. I squeeze the trigger, instantly feeling the release.
“No better feeling than that, right?” Pike’s voice hits me from behind as I finish emptying my clip.
“I can think of one or two things,” I offer a chuckle in response over my shoulder.
“Yeah…yeah… But this is still right up at the top,” he laughs out.
“Fuckin’ right,” I agree.
He holsters his piece and moves closer. “Listen, brother. No hard feelings from earlier. We’re all good, right?” he asks.
“Shit, yeah. As long as we’re good,” I answer, throwing his own words back at him.
“Yeah, man. The rest of the guys will come around, just give ‘em a minute. You have to realize that a lot of us see Scarlett as a sister, and for some of the older guys, she’s like a daughter. They watched her grow up, and seeing her on your arm was a bit of a shock. But as long as Ray is good with it, they’ll toe the line,” he shares.
“Thanks,” I offer, appreciating that Pike has been the only one man enough to approach me.
“So, a bunch of us are planning to stop at the Kitty Kat when we head out. I’m guessing you won’t be coming along this time,” he grins.
“Nope. Scarlett and I have plans to go out,” I tell him. In the past, hitting up a strip club would be at the top of my to-do list, but right now the idea holds absolutely no weight.
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The cool air hits my face when I step into the office. I had expected to find Scarlett back at the clubhouse, but Lauren caught me looking for her and told me she was still working. It’s almost four, and she had told me she thought she’d be done around two.
Walking into the larger room, I find her with the phone to her ear and I can tell from the tone of her voice that she’s telling whoever is on the other end to fuck off, as professionally and politely as possible. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, as I move closer and her eyes widen and shine back at me.
“So much for two o’clock,” I say as soon as she sets the phone down.
“I know. Time got away from me a little. But I’m done after that call,” she answers with an eyeroll directed at whoever she just hung up with.
“That bad?” I question, moving around the desk and dropping my mouth to her ear. “Let me make it all better,” I request.
She offers a tiny shiver in response and my arms are around her in an instant. I lift her easily and set her on the edge of the desk, my hands pushing at the skirt clinging to her hips. Once it’s lifted enough, I push her knees apart and step between her thighs. I lift one hand to hold the back of her head as I drop my mouth to cover her lips, while the other hand slides further up finding her waiting heat.
“Ahhh…” she breathes out softly as I push the silky fabric aside and make contact.
Damn, sweetheart,” I praise as I slip easily into her tight slit. My girl is wet and ready for me.
I cover her soft mouth again as my fingers pump gently into her. It doesn’t take long for my breathing to turn heavy and ragged. She pulls away, leaning back against the desk as her legs open wider for me and I’m fuckin’ done for as I watch my fingers moving in and out of her glistening pink slit.
I pull my hand back, yanking her panties down and her eyes fly open in surprise. I reach for my belt and it’s undone in seconds, as I push my jeans off my hips just enough to release my throbbing cock. I need to feel her right fucking now.
Her eyes drop, taking in the sight of my hardened length, and her tongue runs over her lips. God damn.
My arms move around her again, lifting and turning her quickly so she’s standing with her back against my chest. My dick presses softly against her bare ass cheeks.
“Bend over the desk and spread those legs for me,” I beg against her ear and she’s panting.
She leans over and her legs widen, her juicy round ass lifted, giving me the perfect view of her sweet pink flesh. I press gently against her soaking wet entrance and she releases a soft moan. Thrusting forward, I fill her in one swift motion, letting her tight walls hold me.
Fuck. I realize in my crazed need to have her that I forgot to put a condom on. I hold my breath, afraid to move.
“Baby, are you on birth control?” I groan out through gritted teeth, unsure how much longer I can stay still.
“I’m on the shot,” she nods softly, glancing back at me over her shoulder.
“I…uh… I don’t have a condom on. Do you want me to stop?” my voice is pained in question. “I’m clean,” I tell her. I always use condoms, but because of some of the company I’ve kept in the past, I still get checked regularly. I’m not taking any fucking chances with my dick; I like it too much.
Scarlett’s ass wiggles lightly against me, making the ache almost unbearable. As painful as it would be, I’ll stop if that’s what she wants. We can always finish this up back inside the clubhouse.
“No, don’t stop,” she pants, giving me the greenlight.
I pull back before thrusting hard and deep. My fingertips dig into her hips as I slam into her again and again, feeling her tight walls holding me.
“Oh my God!” she screams.
“You like that, don’t you?” my ragged voice asks.
“Yes…yes…more,” she breathes.
God damn, my girl likes it. I slide my hand over her smooth skin, caressing her round ass before grabbing her hips again and pulling her back hard. I have the perfect view, watching as my cock fills her over and over.
“That’s it, baby. I want you thinking about this every time you sit down at this desk. I want this pussy wet and your panties soaked, dreaming about my cock inside you when you should be working,” I groan out.
Her walls clench at my words and her legs start to shake as she cries out my name, coming hard on my cock. It feels like fucking heaven as her tight pussy pulses, squeezing me until I can’t take it any longer.
“So fucking good…so tight,” I breathe out roughly as I start to lose control. “Gahhh,” a rough growl roars from my chest as I thrust one final time, spilling my release deep inside her.
I pull out slowly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to her bare ass cheek and she giggles. My chest swells knowing that I just claimed her completely. Taking Scarlett bare, without a barrier between us is beyond comparison, and now I don’t think I can have her any other way.
I help her from the desk, placing another kiss to her neck before finally finding her lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up and go get some food,” I suggest as we break.
And as I look down at her sweet smile and wide blue eyes, I feel the words bubbling up. But I bite my tongue, stopping them from spilling. I’ve never said them, and she’ll think I’m fuckin’ crazy. But in my heart, I know it’s true.
I am madly in love with this woman.