Chapter 4 #2
“Jed? What are you doing? I have to get back out there. I’m working.” He admired her attempt to be reasonable, but her short, excited breaths gave her away. She was turned on. Big time.
“I’ve decided that it’s your turn to be tied in knots.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’ve been so fucking hard for you I can barely walk.” His hands skimmed down her sides, then slipped them around her middle. “I love your turtleneck, by the way.”
“Jed,” she moaned when he cupped her tits in both hands, squeezing them. He flicked her nipples through her shirt and watched her eyes drift closed on a moan.
He continued to tease her nipples, loving the way it made her squirm. Her hands started to slide down the wall, and he had to remind her to keep them up. “Right here,” he whispered. His hands settled on her belt and worked it free. Her hand came down to cover his. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you feel good. Now put your hands back on the wall.
” He helped her position them, then unfastened her belt and her jeans.
He slipped his hand inside, tunneling beneath her panties, and tapped her clit.
Her sudden jerk of her hips and swift inhale confirmed she was riding on the edge, and it wouldn’t take much to tip her over.
He dipped a finger in her already wet pussy and brought it back to her clit, working it in circles.
His other hand drifted up her stomach and underneath her shirt to push her bra up to continue his exploration of her nipples.
“Jed. I have to get back to work.” Her argument was weak at best. She was so far gone, she couldn’t stop if she tried. “Someone is going to come back here.”
“Just let me make you feel good.” He dipped his finger back in her pussy before moving back to her clit.
She moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder.
“Oh, God.” He inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out.
He wished he had time to draw this out, but as she said, someone would come looking for her soon.
He picked up the pace until she was chasing his hand, seeking her release.
This was it. She was ready. He pinched her nipple and bit down on her earlobe, causing her to detonate.
He turned her head to smother her cries with his kiss before gradually slowing to a stop.
He pulled back and took in her appearance.
Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.
Her bright green eyes had turned a darker emerald color.
Her cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, and her lips were perfectly kiss-swollen. “Fucking beautiful.”
“Oh, my God, Jed. I can’t believe you did that,” she panted.
“Been dying to do that for a long time. That and a lot more.” He pulled his hands free and allowed her space to right her clothes.
He waited until she was put together and looked up at him before he licked his fingers clean.
He loved the way her eyes heated as she watched.
He would bet Sadie was a wildcat in bed, and he was dying to find out.
“Jed,” she motioned toward his aching cock. “I don’t have time,” she didn’t need to finish.
“This was for you, Sadie. I didn’t expect you to return the favor, considering where we are.” He smoothed a strand of hair that had come loose from her high ponytail. He kissed her long and deep, then pulled back, loving the way her eyes lingered on his mouth. “You need to head back out there.”
“Yeah. You’re right. I need to grab some bottles first.” She went back to the shelf she’d been having problems with and looked over her shoulder. “Would you mind getting me a bottle of vodka up there?”
“Sure. No problem.” He reached it easily and handed it to her. He waited for her to grab a bottle of tequila and a bottle of Johnny Walker.
She stopped at the door, a pink flush on her cheeks. “Can you get the door?”
He reached around her, unlocked the door, and pulled it open, coming face to face with Big Dick.
“Is there a problem?” the man growled around his cigar.
His eyes took in Sadie’s appearance at a glance.
There was no way he wouldn’t know they’d been doing something in his stockroom.
His eyes dropped to Jed’s hard cock and smirked, clearly seeing he did not get the happy ending he might have been looking for.
“No. No problem. Jed helped me pull a bottle down that was out of reach.” Sadie’s cheeks flushed a darker pink.
Big Dick arched a brow at Jed.
“No problem here.”
“Good.”
Jed nudged Sadie forward and pulled the door closed behind him, leaving Big Dick standing in the hall watching them.
He followed her back to the bar and resumed his seat next to Lenny, who raised a brow in question.
Sadie’s flushed state hadn’t escaped his watchful eye either.
He grinned at the old man and took his beer back, tipping it back and draining it.
He waved his empty at Tony and settled in for a torturous evening of watching Sadie and imagining all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.
He talked with Lenny about different things until it was time for the other man to head out, leaving him to spend the remainder of his evening people watching and listening to the band.
He found it entertaining that every time Sadie’s eyes connected with him, her cheeks would flush and she’d give him a sexy lift of her lips.
It made the rest of the night go by a lot faster.
Closing time came with the band announcing their last song. Thank God. He’d been checking his phone, and the snow they’d been calling for was going to be moving in faster than they thought. He wanted to make sure Sadie made it back to her apartment before it hit.
It took another thirty minutes after the crowd was locked out before she finally got to leave.
He walked her to her car and followed her to the driver’s side.
She clicked her remote to start the car.
It was starting to snow, and it was colder than hell out there.
The temperature dropped since he went inside.
He kissed her again, pulling her as close as her coat and his cut would allow.
He pulled away and dropped his forehead to hers.
“God, woman. Wanna fuck you so bad.” He growled in frustration.
“It’s too damn cold to be necking out here like a couple of teenagers. ”
“When you follow me home, come inside. Oliver’s gone for the night.”
“What?” He pulled back to see her face.
“Oliver isn’t there tonight. Come upstairs with me.” She nibbled her bottom lip nervously, like she was afraid he might turn her down. As if.
“Seriously? We’re gonna fuck?” He was so excited he felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Yes, but only if we leave now. I’m freezing, and the snow is starting to pick up.” She held her gloved hand out to catch the snowflakes. She closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sky, allowing the flakes to land on her cheeks. They melted immediately.
“Get in your car. I’ll follow you.” He gave her a quick kiss, then waited until she was inside before he jogged over to his truck and climbed in.
Finally. Fucking finally, he was going to fuck Sadie.
* * *
Tinker
Sitting in an old, beat-up truck he borrowed from his buddy Lyle, he waited in the dark recesses of a long forgotten road roughly a quarter of a mile down from the clubhouse. It was so overgrown with vegetation, he had almost missed it himself. It was the perfect spot to lie in wait.
He’d been watching Jed for the last several days and noticed that he was leaving every night, not returning until it was well after midnight, and Tinker wanted to know where he was going.
He wanted to know why he would leave when there was free pussy right there.
Was there a woman to use to turn the screws on Jed?
He was determined to find a way to hurt the son of a bitch before he took his final vengeance.
He was going to pay the bastard back, come hell or high water, for leaving him hanging.
It was all his fault that Tinker went to prison.
For the last ten years, he replayed that day over and over in his head, and nothing less than the other man’s death would do.
The heater made a high-pitched squealing noise before it rumbled to a stop.
Piece of shit. He banged his fist on the dashboard to get it going again.
Lyle warned him that the truck was prone to doing that if the vehicle sat still for too long.
Tinker would have loved to have used his truck for this reconnaissance mission, but the guys from the club were already familiar with it.
He remembered the day he'd gone to Race to see if he had enough money in his account to purchase a vehicle.
His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw how much money was in there.
He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the club had been adding a cut of the money to his account each month for the last ten years. It still didn’t make up for him serving time.
He shoved his hands in his coat pockets, hoping to warm them up a little, and came in contact with several pills.
They were what was known as EZ Lay on the streets.
The first time he'd heard about the drug, he'd been hanging around Lyle’s place.
According to his friend, the drug was said to make the user hornier than fuck and to give them the most explosively satisfying orgasm of their life.
Tinker found out firsthand that the rumors were true. He and Lyle had both taken the drug after he slipped one to his old lady. Once the drug kicked in, his old lady couldn't get enough of them. There was no way he wouldn’t make his money back after he started selling the pills.