Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Willow
“Sorry, Captain, he had a work order,” Carl says down the phone.
“A work order?” I shift my gaze to Haze as he continues to scrutinize my office. “What for?”
“Maybe ask him yourself, boss, I’m not getting in the middle of you two.” He hangs up.
I sigh, putting the receiver back in the cradle. “Haze? How about you explain what you’re doing here?”
“Oh, Carl didn’t elaborate?”
“Shut up and talk.”
“We’ve been contracted,” he goes on, waving a piece of paper at me. I immediately lean over and snatch it out of his hands. “You can read it all you want, but somebody has to take care of security camera maintenance. The old contract ran out, and we got the job.”
“This is what that email was about last week,” I say, frowning. “I didn’t get around to reading it.”
“Looks like they’re workin’ you too hard, baby doll.”
“Haze, is that what you wanted to talk about last night?”
“Yes, as it happens, but I understand family comes first.”
I glance up, trying to assess if he’s being a smartass. He is.
“How is Max?” he asks.
“Wow, good news travels fast.”
“It’s a small city when you think about it.”
“Or you already knew he was prospectin’ for the Hellions and didn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t know,” he says. “And we all use nicknames in the MC, so unless I laid eyes on him myself, I wouldn’t have known. I would’ve told you.”
That fucking Bane Adler is a sneaky fuck.
“Yes, his biker name is Eagle, apparently because eagles signify freedom. I don’t see how that works because he wasn’t very free when he spent six months in jail.”
He cocks a brow. “And you didn’t pull any strings?”
“I didn’t even know,” I say. “It wasn’t in Louisiana, and he only just told me last night. I’m so mad at him. He just showed up outside as I was leaving.”
“And you gave him a hard time?”
“Aust, I haven’t seen my brother for almost two years. Yes, I gave him a hard time. Even Dad was worried. He did that thing where he clenches his teeth every time Max talked, which was the majority of the evening. It’s weird he’s here. I’m still getting my head around it.”
“He came to watch you be honored in the new position. I’d take it as a win.”
“He was acting weird.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know, just a hunch.” I sigh. “And he was tolerating Max, which I get, it’s been a while for him too, and you know my brother, we couldn’t shut him up.”
“Well, I’m glad that he seems to have turned a corner.”
“He’s a shithead,” I mutter. “I’ve had to learn to switch off when it comes to my brother. I’ve lost so much fucking sleep during his absence. I didn’t know if he was dead or alive.”
“You know he always comes home at some point,” Haze says lazily. “He’s a little shit, but he adores you.”
I don’t know about that, but Max has always looked up to me. Hell knows I’ve gotten more respect out of him than I have my own father. He’s always been proud of me.
I try not to notice how Haze smells fucking amazing.
That intoxicating scent is subtle, but deadly.
His wide-set shoulders stretch that fucking cut, with the Henley underneath it, and he’s freshly shaven.
Haze has always had a baby face, it’s how he gets away with so much.
His own mother told me many stories about the shit he got away with as a kid.
I don’t let my eyes wander down his front, where his solid chest — toned like the rest of him — stretches out that fabric.
He’s ungodly. Exactly my type. And now I’m thinking about sex all over again.
This isn’t good. It’s my first real day on the job, even though I’m not even supposed to be here until tomorrow.
“You good?”
I glance up, and he’s smirking. Asshole. He knows what he does to me. Even if I am fickle, I can’t deny that Haze is a very attractive man. He has no doubt spent hours in the gym because the more I see him, the bigger he seems to get.
“I’m fine. I’m thinking.”
“About how ripped I am under my clothes?”
My eyes widen. Jeepers, am I that transparent? “No, about how I’m going to kick you out of this office before people think we’re up to no good.”
“Well, since you are still my w—”
I hold up a hand. “Don’t say it. I swear to god, Austin.”
“It’s Haze when I’m in work mode, baby, Austin in the bedroom.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
“Oh, I get it, the captain needs to be wooed, I’m here for it.”
“No, you’re not. You’re three seconds away from being thrown out of here.”
“Not by you,” he smirks. “All five-foot nothing of you ain’t gonna do shit, squirt.”
I ignore his jibe. “We both know I could bring you to your knees.”
He snakes his eyes down my body, making heat rise in my cheeks. “Oh, I’m not denyin’ that. Princess.” He leans toward me, his voice dangerously low. “Relax, I’m here to ruin your lipstick, not your trust.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
He thumbs behind him. “I see you have your own bathroom.”
“Observant.”
“Hey, just makin’ conversation. While we’re at it, do I have to start callin’ you boss lady now?”
“You never did when we were married, why start now?” I don’t know why I let his jibes get to me.
He leans even closer. “You’ve thought about me, haven’t you?”
“No.” Shit, I answer too fast.
“You know what they say about therapy, Little One?” He doesn’t wait for me to take the bait. “It starts on your knees.”
“Or yours?” I throw back, trying not to squeeze my thighs together because, well, there has been nobody since him.
“I’m up for it.”
“You’re always up for it.”
“Then what are we waitin’ for?”
Honestly, I could wipe that smile off his pretty face. I’ve been under so much pressure lately, I’ve barely had time to scratch myself, much less touch myself.
“You don’t let up, do you?”
“Not when you’re moanin’ my name in that sexy voice of yours and scratchin’ those nails down my back.”
I bite my lip, remembering the last time we fucked. Man, that was hot. The man is insatiable.
I don’t even know what possesses me. The fact I’m pent up, frustrated, and yeah, a little turned on, but I know what has to be done here.
Fuck it. I stand, then round the desk, tug on his sleeve and drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind us.
“Holy shit,” he mutters.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t right!
Holy shit, I should not be doing this, not in my new office. Well, technically it’s the bathroom, but whatever. There’s no denying I need it to take the edge off, and it isn’t like Haze is gonna get all prissy on me.
“A quickie first thing? Whatever will your husband think?” He smirks.
He spanks my ass as I fumble with his belt, my fingers brushing over his hardening length.
Is that what we are now? Just two buddies who fuck?
“You know what you do to me,” I admit, wishing honesty wasn’t my first policy. I should know better than that.
“What do I do to you, wife?”
“You get me all revved up when you look at me like that.” I tug his shirt over his head, needing to see that perfect body.
“Like what?” He does the look and I squeeze his dick through his jeans.
“Just so you know, I’m here under duress,” he laughs, cocking his head.
“Like hell you are.”
I let him unbutton my shirt, and when he can’t get all the buttons undone fast enough, he rips down the middle so they go flying everywhere.
“Austin!” But my pleas die out as he cups my tits and I free him from his jeans, shoving them down to his knees.
His hard, thick cock in my hand feels like home.
Jesus, this is so fucking bad. What kind of captain am I?
First day on the job and I’m fucking in the bathroom with my… Well, yes, he is my husband.
I feel out of control, but also clear-headed at the same time.
He cups my pussy through my pants. “I’ve missed this.”
“I thought you were getting on your knees?”
He smiles wickedly. “No time for that. I’ve got a sack full for you right here.” He nudges his hips forward as I tighten my palm around his cock. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Shhh!” I place a hand over his mouth and he bites the edge of my little finger. Then he spins me around, so I’m facing the wall and he yanks my bra down, cupping my tits from behind.
I groan, my head resting back on his shoulder as he plucks my nipples. “Shit, oh god.”
He fumbles with my belt, frees it, and unzips my pants. Then he lines up between my legs and pushes inside. He stills, letting me adjust and my, oh my, it’s like he never left. Filling me so full, I gasp, pressing my palms into the wall, sticking my ass out even farther because I need more.
“That’s it, feel that cock inside you, Willow? This is where I belong. Say it.”
“No.”
He pulls out, then rams back in. “Say it.”
“It’s just s-sex.”
“No, it isn’t, we need to stop doin’ this.”
“Stop doing what? We’re in the bathroom having unprotected sex on my first day as captain and you’re yapping about it.”
He repeats his earlier hip thrusts, and I need more, so much more. “Stop beatin’ around the bush. I want another shot with you, Willow. Whatever it takes.”
“Aust, it isn’t fair to do this while we’re—” He thrusts again.
“Who are we kiddin’? I’ve been tellin’ you this for years, not just when we hook up.”
“Fuck me, Austin.”
“Say please.”
But he doesn’t wait for it. He pistons those hips back and forth as my eyes roll into the back of my head. He’s right. I can’t escape him, and maybe a part of me knows that. A big part. I miss him. I miss us. The good times. Hell, even the bad times weren’t that bad.
I want to say I’m sorry. I want to beg him never to leave again, but the words won’t come out.
His hand reaches around and he rubs my clit, sending me to seventh heaven. I’m coming in seconds. Our fucking isn’t loud, but our pants and his grinding is so goddamn hot. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, Austin.”
“Husband.”
“Husband,” I repeat. It shocks him because he jolts for just a fraction of a second.
“Say it again.”
“H-husband.”
“Fuck, baby.”
I’m so close to coming again when I hear, “Willow? Are you in here?”
He slides a hand over my mouth, with the other, he quietly leans over and locks the door to the bathroom.
I elbow him as he stops, seated inside of me.
“Who is that?” he whispers.
“Willow?” Connor calls out.
“Connor,” I whisper. “I’ll be right out! I spilled, uh, coffee on my shirt.”
“Okay! I’ll wait.”
“Shit,” I whisper.
Haze doesn’t move one inch, in fact, he presses me farther against the wall. “Nope. He gets to wait while I finish fuckin’ you.”
“Austin!”
He places his hand over my mouth at the same time he pulls out and slams back in. With his mouth in my ear, he whispers. “You seein’ him?”
I shake my head.
“Then why is he here?” He removes his hand, placing it around the back of my neck, effectively holding me in place. Slowly rolling those hips, I try to hang onto my sanity. Every single glorious inch — and his piercing — sends me to a new height every time he slides in and out.
“I don’t know, I ended things.”
“I can’t wait to see his face when I emerge.”
“No!” I whisper. “Austin…” But I’m lost as he speeds his movements and my orgasm hits me from all angles. A gasp leaves my mouth and I know it was loud.
“What was that?” Connor calls.
“Uh.” I close my eyes. “I’m just hunting for a clean shirt.” I wish he’d fuck off.
A few moments later, Haze follows behind me, emptying his load inside me with a grunt. “You’re gonna stay like this while you get rid of him,” he tells me, in no hurry to pull out. “Drippin’ with my cum inside you. Tell him to fuck off.”
“I will. He won’t go away unless I make it clear. I was obviously too nice.”
“I’ll tell him.” He pulls out and I wince.
Turning, I grab his arm. “No, Aust, don’t. I’ll get rid of him. Stay here for god’s sake, I’m begging you.”
I pull up my panties and my pants, there isn’t enough time to fucking wipe myself. I see Haze’s lips twitch as I pull my bra back into place, then hunt around for a clean shirt in the drawer.
Thank god I have one because I can’t explain what I was doing in there just now. I let Connor down last night. I just don’t see it going anywhere.
“Make it snappy,” he tells me, pulling his jeans up as he tucks himself back in.
I dress quickly, patting my cheeks, then adjust my sideways ponytail, and smooth my hands over my shirt. I turn to Haze. “Don’t make things difficult, I mean it.”
“Scout’s honor.” He makes a little sign with his fingers.
I roll my eyes, sliding out of the bathroom, back into my office. “Connor,” I say, knowing I’m still breathless. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk,” he says. “I know you wanted to have a break, and I get that—”
“No, not a break,” I say. “Like I said yesterday, we’re just not going to work. We’re too different. I like you, but with this new job and everything, I barely have time to blink.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re overworked. Let me take you out for dinner and change your mind.”
Shit, no. Haze is gonna be out here in two seconds.
“I really have to get to a meeting,” I say, steering him toward the door. “Why don’t I walk you out and we can talk—”
I hear the door click behind me and close my eyes. He didn’t. He wouldn’t.
Connor turns, his eyes bugging out of his head. “You?”
I glance down as Haze zips up his fly, then adjusts his belt… his shirt or cut nowhere to be seen. “Honey, raincheck for lunch? Unless you’d like another round of hide the salami with your husband?”
Oh. My. God.
“Um,” I start. “Connor, this isn’t what it looks like.”
“I’ll talk to you some other time,” Connor says, turning back to me in disgust. “I can see you’re busy here. I, uh, nevermind.”
“Connor…” But he’s already out the door.
I turn back to Haze. “Did you have to do that to him?”
He shrugs. “Well, you weren’t doin’ a very good job gettin’ rid of him, babe.” He glances at the desk, seeing the flowers at the same time as I do. “Clearly.”
“Get out of my office,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “Can’t. I’m on the job now, Captain. And I think today is going to be fuckin’ glorious.”