EXILE
Lula was a woman with expensive tastes, while I was a guy who tended to keep things simple. But like with the beer, her posh choices had their benefits. The Wagyu steak melted in my mouth, actually making me moan with pleasure.
Smiling at my reaction, Lula scooted closer in the booth. Her proximity and sweet scent instantly made my dick hard. I struggled to keep my mind off fucking. Lula lit my nerves on fire, but I wanted more than fucking with her.
“Does Dillon like school?” I asked after we finished our meal and admired each other.
“Yes, she’s always been a great student.”
“Does she miss her dad?”
Lula considered my question before replying, “She’s accustomed to our living situation.”
“And that doctor ex, he got remarried, right?”
“Yes, to Rock’s sister. They have two kids.”
“Did you ever consider having more kids?”
“No,” Lula said immediately and sized me up. “But I also had zero interest in dating.”
“Then, why are you here with me?”
Lula’s lips curved into a seductive grin. “You know why.”
I mirrored Lula’s smile. “I don’t date, either.”
“I know how bikers are.”
“Your family is full of bikers who’ve dated and settled down.”
“Eventually, yeah,” Lula said, smiling wider. “But you don’t really think Pax was a virgin when he met Bebe, do you?”
Offering her a grin, I shrugged. “Plenty of bikers have girlfriends and date. Rowdy said Tricky dated your clubmate, Cher.”
“Plenty of bikers date, but not you.”
I considered my past with women before answering, “Like you, I wasn’t interested in dating or settling down. Also, like you, I’ve made an exception.”
Lula leaned back in the booth and studied me. “Let’s just get something out of the way now. I’m on hormonal birth control. I have a clean bill of health. I bring zero creepy crawlers to the bedroom. Now, it’s your turn to assure me that I won’t be scratching my crotch after I rub it against yours.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “My sister made me promise I’d keep my dick wrapped up during any fun with the club girls.
She also insisted I get regularly checked.
Nova worried she’d catch something using the bathroom after me.
She’s still reluctant to use it after my club brothers visit the house.
She doesn’t mind York since she thinks he’s a nerd. But she fumigates after Zodiac.”
As Lula laughed at my words, I considered my club president spending last night with Nova and the girls. I bet he loved the breakfast she cooked for him in the morning. As much as I appreciated Zodiac’s protective nature toward Nova, I worried about them being together for too long.
Smiling softly, Lula threatened, “I should warn you that if you turn out to be lying about your cleanliness, my dad will sneak up behind you and break your legs with his trusty bat.”
“Fair enough.”
Lula offered me an inviting smile and scooted closer. “You and Nova sound like two peas in a pod.”
“Wouldn’t be able to share a house if we didn’t get along.”
“Well, it’s possible you rarely go home.”
Smiling at how Lula loved to argue the opposing point, even when she was winning, I replied, “I’m out a lot, sure, but I’m helping her raise her girls, too.”
“Do you like kids?” Lula asked as her gaze warmed.
“No, but I like hers.”
Grinning again, Lula admitted, “I was never interested in kids until I had one.”
“But you think you’re done,” I said, suddenly curious about what kind of life I might build with Lula.
“I suspect maybe what I wanted a week ago isn’t what I’ll want a week from now,” Lula said and waved the waiter over to request the check. “You were a name in a file a week ago. Now, you’re something far more.”
Lula brushed off my attempt to pay. When I frowned at her bossiness, she only laughed.
“You can repay me in bed,” she murmured after signing the bill.
“I was planning to bring my A-game even if you hadn’t bought me lunch.”
Sliding out of the booth, Lula smirked at my arrogance. “I should warn you that I’m accustomed to a certain level of pleasure.”
I followed her out of the restaurant to the SUV before muttering, “Was your ex that good?”
“No, but my vibrator is.”
Her words made my hard dick feel too big for my damn jeans. The way she smiled at me wasn’t helping, either.
During the drive back to her house, she pointed out places and people of value to her. My heart hurt a little at how much she loved this city. No way would she ditch Little Memphis to chase my ass back to Baton Rouge.
Considering how I might not be able to keep Lula, I found myself in a sullen mood by the time we arrived at her place. As we entered, I noticed how Lula didn’t limp when we were in public. Yet, as soon as we got to her house, she quit putting on a show of strength and flinched with every step.
As she removed her shoes and let Xena outside, I heard someone blaring music nearby. Lula rolled her eyes, walked to the window facing her parents’ house, and opened it wide.
“Shay likes to play Journey when she’s gardening. Occasionally, Pax will get a bug up his butt and decide to drown out her ‘chick tunes’ with his preferred music. Today, he’s chosen Metallica to aid in his harassment.”
Journey’s “Separate Ways” battled “Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica. I chuckled when I spotted Pax on his back deck, head banging to the beat.
“Soon, Ford will storm over to Pax’s place to yell at him. The music will get turned down, and they’ll sit out back and talk about music for an hour. That’s the great thing about people their age. They’re predictable.”
Lula turned to me and smiled. “Want to see my bedroom?”
“Just like that?”
“Why not just like that?”
Grinning, I admitted, “Well, I thought I’d have to jump through a few hoops to get you naked.”
“I’m not a horny eighteen-year-old biker groupie, looking to pop her cherry with a wild man.
I’m a horny thirty-seven-year-old biker groupie, looking to get her orgasms done before her kid arrives home from school.
If you want to jump through hoops on your way to the bedroom, feel free to entertain me with your theatrics. ”
Lula turned away and walked toward what I presumed was her bedroom. I’d be a fool not to follow. The woman was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen, and she was offering me access to the beauty I’d worshipped since we met.
I soon found myself standing in her bright and classy bedroom. The tray ceiling drew my eye upward. I stopped moving forward when I noticed the plush white carpet.
“This seems dangerous,” I said and frowned at my boots.
“Carpets can be cleaned, Exile,” Lula said and popped the button on her black jeans. “Do you think my little dog never makes a mess?”
I felt stuck at the doorway of her sleek bedroom, like when the girls talked me into playing “The Floor is Lava” game.
Nearby, Lula wiggled her top over her head and revealed her lovely tits cupped by a black bra. I sighed like I was witnessing a miracle. She smiled softly and dropped her jeans. Once she stood in her black underwear, Lula gestured for me to come closer.
“If you’re scared about tracking in dirt, take off your boots, cowboy. In fact, feel free to take off everything but the hat, if that’s your kink.”
Chuckling at her teasing, I yanked off my boots and socks. I left them in the hallway, where the hardwood floor seemed less delicate.
I walked into the room, enjoying the cloudlike feel of the carpet against my bare feet. Lula’s glorious eyes watched me like nothing else existed. A man could become addicted to feeling this way.
My fingers stroked her soft cheeks as I studied her perfect face.
“No other woman’s ever gotten me flustered like you have.”
“Leaving you in Little Rock was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done,” she whispered. “This thing between us feels like madness.”
I removed my hat and tossed it on the nearby chair. My shirt came off next. Lula’s fingers were on my flesh immediately. Her desire gave me permission to stop holding back.
Lula’s breath caught the moment my lips claimed hers. Our kiss was deep and urgent. My hands framed her face before stroking her soft throat. I felt greedy, wanting to touch every inch of her body right this very second.
As our lips remained pressed together, I slid her bra straps off her shoulders. Lula’s hands teasing my chest felt great. I literally growled like a damn dog when she removed them to unsnap her bra.
As soon as the fabric dropped to the floor, my hands cupped her tits. Lula moaned approvingly. I mimicked her when she teased my nipples and then moved to the button on my jeans.
“Whoa,” I mumbled after tugging my lips free. “We should slow down.”
“No, not really,” Lula replied casually as she knelt and brushed her lips across the bulge in my jeans. Standing up, she explained, “Dillon will be home in less than two hours. I don’t know about you, but I want more than a single fuck before that happens.”
“I want to savor this incredible body,” I said, squeezing her tits.
“This will no doubt sound strange coming from me since I’m a lawyer who argues everything to death, but you’re overthinking this situation. Just shut up and get naked. I’ve had an ache between my legs since you walked into my house earlier.”
My fingers sank into her hair as Lula stripped down my jeans.
I wasn’t sure how to tell this woman no, or if I even wanted to slow down.
I guess I worried Lula might be testing me.
I wouldn’t be thinking so much with any other woman.
With Lula feeling like a prize, I feared fucking up a shot at something great.
Once my jeans were on the ground next to hers, I realized I was putting roadblocks when I ought to be crashing through every barrier.
My hands cradled her jaw, bringing her upward so our lips could meet. I kissed her deeply, no longer holding back, completely breathing in this incredible woman. I wanted everything she had to offer. I was dying to show her everything I was inside.
Lifting her onto my hips, I moved toward the bed like a man on a mission.