MAESTRO
‘Well, fuck,’ I’d finally done it. I’d told her what I wanted. There was no holding me back once I saw her in that outfit. It was like twenty years hadn’t gone by. Other than her hair being in a braid, she’d looked the same as she had all those years ago pressed up against the bar at the clubhouse. Only this time, it was the diner. Cash was right; I’d waited a long time for her, and it was now or never. That she’d seemed stunned that I even wanted her had me wanting to breathe fire. She had no idea how gorgeous she was, and that blame I laid squarely at her ex’s feet. She’d learn; I’d teach her what it was to be loved and put first, or I’d die trying.
“Fucking finally, brother,” Cash smirked at me as he put his helmet on. “I’ve let Lizzie know we’re going out tonight and that Stacey is coming with. You’ve made a lot of people happy.”
Snorting because I wasn’t stupid, they’d been betting on me, “Who won?”
Cash shrugged, “No idea, we’ll find out tonight, I’m sure,” he replied with a smirk as he started his bike. He didn’t make a move to leave until I was ready, and then we pulled out together, but not until I took one last look at the woman framed in the window. The one who’d held my heart for years, still looking a little stunned, but there was a small smile playing around her lips as she waved to me. Tilting my chin up at her in goodbye before we pulled away from the diner.
Cash and I took the long way home that afternoon. I was in need of some wind therapy before this evening. I had a feeling I was going to be tested like I’d never been tested before.
And I was right, because she looked fucking gorgeous when I pulled up to her house. She was standing waiting for me on her front porch, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, with red boots and another red top. This one was slinky with gold clasps at her shoulders, the sleeves long and flowing, but with a deep slit showing off her tanned and toned arms.
“Fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely. My eyes roamed hungrily over her body, and I licked my lips, thinking of all the ways I wanted to take her until I’d wiped him out of her memories.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowed slightly and an uncertain look upon her face.
It was then that I realised I’d been sitting there staring at her like a moron.
Getting off my bike, I stalked up the steps towards her, making her take a step back, and then a few more, until I had her pressed to the side of her house.
Cupping my hands around her face and tilting her head so that I could see her gorgeous-as-fuck eyes, I replied, “I’m perfect, baby. And you? You’re fucking perfect.” I couldn’t wait; I needed my mouth on her, and I needed it now. Tilting my head, I took her mouth with mine, kissing her long, hard, and deep, hands gripping her hair, angling her face just right.
And if she didn’t fucking groan deep in her throat, wrapping her hands around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. Clasping the back of her thighs, I lifted her, trapping her against the wall, grinding up against her pussy as she wrapped her long legs around my hips, holding me tight to her. And that’s when I felt her shiver as she frantically rubbed herself against me before letting out a gasping breath as she ripped her mouth away from mine, a hazy glaze over her eyes that widened slightly but never left mine as she fucking came. If we weren’t on her front porch with every chance of someone seeing us, I’d have pulled her jeans down and fucked her right there and then.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, eyes wide with shock as she stared at me with awe. “Holy shit,” she repeated again. “I just came on my porch and all you did was kiss me. What are you going to do to me when we’re finally naked?”
Chuckling at her astonishment, I pressed my forehead to her shoulder, grinding it against her as I willed my cock to go down. Letting go of her legs, I gritted my teeth as she slid down my front, pressing against my aching hardness. He’d have to wait; tonight was about making sure everyone knew that she was back and this time she was mine.
“I didn’t mean to attack you on your porch, baby. But seeing you in red just does it for me.”
Grinning wide at me, her eyes sparkling with humour, she assured me, “I’ll be sure to wear red more often if that’s the type of treatment I’m going to get.”
What she didn’t realise was that it was just her that I wanted. But she would eventually; I’d make sure of it. Taking a step back, I looked at her again and realised that she didn’t have a jacket.
“You got a jacket or something, baby?”
“Yeah,” she nods, “let me get it and say goodnight to Rosie.”
Frowning, I ask, “Is she going to be okay here by herself?”
“She’s sixteen and sensible. It’s not the first time she’s had to stay by herself. Why? Is there something I don’t know?”
The worry that flickered through her eyes had me cursing inwardly. We weren’t a one-percenter club anymore, but that didn’t mean we didn’t have enemies, and it didn’t sit right with me leaving Rosie by herself, even if she was old enough.
“No, babe, I’m just making sure that she’s safe.”
Following Stacey into the house and to the kitchen, where we could hear Rosie cluttering around.
“Rosie,” Stacey called out to her daughter. As Rosie turned on her socked feet, her dark hair flew out around her as she smiled.
“Hi, Momma, I thought you’d gone?”
Right there and then, I made the decision that she wouldn’t be going anywhere without an escort, not looking like she did. The spitting image that I’m sure her mom had been at that age. I’d not paid much attention to Stacey’s kids because I’d not wanted the reminder that they weren’t mine, but now I wish I had. And with where I planned to go with her mother, you better believe it, Rosie was getting protection.
“We’re just about to, but Maestro wanted to check you were okay staying by yourself.”
Rosie’s eyes, so like her mother’s, flashed to me with surprise, “Well, yeah. I’m used to it. I’ll set the alarm when you guys leave; I’ve got my phone, so I’m good. Why? Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”
The same look of fear that had crossed her mother’s face flitted over hers, making my gut ache with an unfamiliar feeling.
Forcing a smile for her, I shook my head, “No, darlin’, there’s nothing going on. I’m just not comfortable that you’ll be here by yourself.”
“Oh,” surprise flitted over her face, then she smiled sweetly, “I can see if I can go and stay over at Opal’s if it would make you feel better.”
“Opal Tin?” I questioned.
“Yes,” she nodded. “She’s a little younger than me but super smart, so we share a few classes and we’re always thrown together at club functions.”
“Call her, darlin’; I’ll get a prospect to come and get you and take you over to theirs,” I ordered, taking my phone out of my pocket, stilling when I noticed the strange look Stacey was giving me. But when she smiled, I took it to mean that she was okay and went about calling a prospect to come with a cage.
Twenty minutes later, we watched as the taillights from the vehicle carrying Rosie faded away.
“Thank you,” Stacey said softly, leaning her head against my shoulder.
“For what, baby?”
“For looking out for my girl when you didn’t have to.”
Turning her toward me, I gripped her shoulders, ducking down to get a look at her eyes, holding her gaze so that she could see I was serious, “She’s yours, Stacey, and you’re going to be mine; that means she’s ours. I’ll always look out for her. Kyle is different because he’s a man now and doesn’t need me to, but if he did, I’d be there for him too.”
Tears welled in her eyes at my words. Then just when I was wondering if I’d fucked up, she sniffed slightly before wiping under her eyes. Stacey took a deep breath and stood straight, smiling softly as she said, “No more being sweet, Maestro. I don’t feel like crying, and I recall you telling me we were going to have a good time tonight.”
Returning her smile, I handed her the helmet I’d bought for her and helped her into her leather jacket. I couldn’t wait until she wore one that had my name on it.
Getting on my sled, I started it up, holding my hand out to steady her as she got on behind me and wrapped her arms tight around my waist with a small squeeze.
“Ready, honey.”
‘Fuck me,’ if those words didn’t do something to me as they settled deep in my soul. It had been a long time coming, but now that I had her on the back of my sled, I’d make damn sure she’d never want to leave it.