Zisa Chapter 4
Dinner with Sara, the Infidels, and the Regulators was terrific. When we got to the restaurant and sat down, she made introductions. I discovered that only a fraction of Trident’s club and their women were there. On the other hand, the majority of the Regulators were there, except for their prospects. While all of them were friendly and charming, no one impacted me like Moose did. I struggled to keep the names straight, made easy by the men’s cuts, and to prevent myself from slipping deeper under Moose’s spell.
I learned a lot about them and then shared what I did for those who hadn’t seen my table. That raised a lot of questions. I knew my job was quirky and an odd combo when you learned what it was I did, but it was fun, I enjoyed it, and I made a decent living at it. We took our time, and it was two hours before we returned to the hotel. They had an after-party happening. I’d planned to go to it, but the desire to do so had waned. I didn’t see Moose attending a party where people dressed up and listened to dance music.
I was further stunned to be invited to hang out with them at the firepits. I guess they’d done it last night. I eagerly agreed but excused myself to my room to change. It would be too cold to be in nothing but my dress. When I went to walk away, Moose came after me.
“Let me go with you,” he said gruffly.
“Why don’t you relax? I won’t be long.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you walk around here alone. Someone might try and kidnap you.”
I laughed. “Then I hate to be them because if they do, they’ll bring me back. I can be a bitch, and I’d not only drive them nuts, but I’d also kick their ass.”
He chuckled. “Believe me, they’d still do it. Let’s go. Save our seats and don’t hog the drinks,” he informed Fender, who gave him the middle finger and then winked at me.
A growl came out of Moose before he put his arm around my waist to escort me to the elevators. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. As we rode it, other passengers prevented us from having an awkward silence. Hearing what they were saying had us exchanging eye rolls. My room was on the tenth floor. When we got to my door, Moose took my keycard and swiped it. Pushing the door open, he handed it back to me. “I’ll wait out here. Take your time.”
“I won’t be long,” I promised.
Inside, I hurried to change as I thought of his behavior. Most men would want to come inside. He had eliminated the need to ask him to stay in the hall. I knew I was guilty of assuming he’d be pushy or lacking in manners since he was a biker. It made me feel ashamed that I’d think that way. I tried not to make assumptions or stereotype people. One reason was the number of times I’d been on the receiving end of that kind of thinking, all due to my race. It sucked.
I didn’t linger, but I made sure my makeup didn’t need to be touched up. Other than fresh tinted lip gloss and powder to cut down on the shine, I was good. My hair did whatever the hell it wanted. I left it in my natural curls. Straightening it took too much time, energy, product, and money. If someone didn’t like it, they could kiss my black ass.
I’d put on a pair of jeans, ankle boots, and a long-sleeved top and snatched up a sweater. I opened my door and found Moose leaning casually against the wall across from my room. He had his ankles crossed. He stood tall when I stepped out and hurried over to take my arm and pull the door closed.
“I hope you didn’t have other plans we’re interrupting,” he said out of the blue.
“Not a one. I thought I might go to the after-party, but talking with you and the others is much more fun, no disrespect to those who went. I hope they have a blast. What about you? Is there somewhere or someone you’d rather be with? If there is, please don’t feel you have to stay with me,” I added when it struck me that he might have plans.
My enjoyment dimmed when I thought of the woman he was with last night. For all I knew, they might have made plans to hook up again tonight. I tried to edge away from his hold, but he tightened his grip.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I was deciding whether I should tell him when the elevator doors opened, and wouldn’t you know it? Standing there was the blond from last night. If I had been thinking, I would’ve walked off and left him with her. However, I wasn’t. Getting on the elevator was a tense situation. She glared at us the entire ride. He acted as if he didn’t know her. I responded to his attempts to talk to me with one or two-word remarks. As soon as we arrived, I exited the elevator hurriedly and walked away from him. He called my name, but I ignored him. I heard her say his name.
With my back to him, I kept going. My pleasure in the evening fled. I debated rejoining the Regulators and Infidels. I almost diverted in the opposite direction. However, I decided not to let a man chase me away from Sara and the others. When I got back to them, I saw the puzzled looks.
“Where’s Moose?” Carnage, his president, asked.
“He met someone he knew. I don’t know if he’ll be back,” I said as I sat.
Immediately, my attention was diverted by Flint and Pipes, two of the Regulators. “What would you like to drink?” Flint asked.
“Is this seat close enough to the fire?” Pipes asked.
“I’m—”
A snarly interruption cut off my reply. “I’ve got her.” It came from Moose, who came to a stop next to me. I kept my eyes down.
“We thought you weren’t coming back. Zisa said you met someone you knew,” Flint stated.
“She was mistaken.”
Exchanging looks, they went back to their seats. Moose moved to stand in front of me. With no other choice, I glanced up at him. I hoped my expression was an unconcerned one. He was glowering at me. Leaning over, he got close so he could mutter, “What the fuck was that about?”
“Nothing. I thought you two needed to talk.”
“Bullshit. Why would I need to talk to her?”
“I thought you had plans with her. I mean, you did last night,” I said sweetly.
Fire flared in his eyes. “You’re mistaken. I didn’t have plans with her last night, and I sure as hell don’t tonight.”
Before he could say more, Shain called his name. I’d learned at dinner that she was his cousin and would soon be married to Daredevil, one of the Infidels.
“You and I will talk about this later,” he informed me before turning to see what she wanted.
No, we wouldn’t , I thought snippily. I’d spend a bit more time with them to avoid being rude, then make excuses and head to bed. I’d make sure to get out of here early tomorrow so I didn’t chance running into them.
Whatever Shain wanted, he had to go over to her and listen as she whispered in his ear. He was shaking and then nodding his head, whispering. Trident gave me a cold pop. I drank it while I let the conversation flow around me. It wasn’t long before Moose was back and sitting beside me. I caught him casting looks my way from the corner of my eye, but I pretended not to.
About twenty minutes later, I made my escape. I pretended I’d gotten a message by suddenly reaching into my purse and pulling out my phone. I held it so no one could see the screen. I scanned it as if reading a text. Putting it away, I rose to my feet.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. I just got a message from my mama. I need to call her. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. It was good to meet all of you. Thank you for the dinner and company. Have a safe trip back tomorrow.”
It took several minutes to get through the ladies’ hugs and the goodbyes the men called out. As soon as they were done, I strolled away. I breathed a sigh of relief when Moose stayed there. Tension seeped out of me as I got on the elevator and rode it up. In my room, I kicked off my shoes and began to strip. Entering the bathroom, I turned on the shower to heat up while I removed my makeup and wrapped up my hair.
It wasn’t long before I was clean, brushed my teeth, moisturized my face, and I was in my nightie. I was sitting on the edge of my bed when there was a loud knock at the door. I jumped in alarm. A nervous flutter ignited in my belly. I decided to ignore it until Moose growled from the other side.
“If you don’t open this door, I’ll stand here and shout through this door and let everyone hear what a petulant brat you are. I thought you were a woman, not a spoiled child.”
Just like that, I was pissed off. Bouncing to my feet, I stomped to the door, undid the bar, and flung it open. I had my mouth open to blast him. I didn’t get a word out before Moose pushed me backward and came inside. I tried to stand my ground, but he was too big and heavy. Moose let the door close behind him. It barely registered that he had dropped a bag on the floor before he had his arms around me and lifted me off my feet.
I wiggled and kicked, trying to get him to set me down. “Put me down and get the fuck out of my room,” I snarled.
“Not until we’re done talking and your brazy ass calms down.”
“I’ll show you brazy,” I snapped.
“Fuck, settle. I want you to listen to me.”
“And I don’t want to listen to you. It’s late. I’m tired, and I want to go to bed.”
“Don’t mind if I join you, do ya?” He tossed me on the bed. I bounced twice and then was on my feet, ready to fight.
If he hadn’t run into Bimbo Barbie, his chances of possibly sleeping with me tonight were better than half. That was a shock, even to me. However, there was no way he was getting into my panties after seeing them and being reminded of what he preferred.
“What’s wrong? Is she too busy with someone else, so you’ve got to make do?” I snarked.
A low, long growl came rumbling out of him. The next thing I knew, he had me on the bed again, was over the top of me, trapping my arms over my head, as he stared angrily down into my eyes. I tried to headbutt him, but he was too far away.
I opened my mouth to scream. He must’ve anticipated it because his mouth came crashing down on mine. I struggled to break it, and when I couldn’t, I closed my mouth. Moose wasn’t to be deterred. He pressed his lips into mine repeatedly, then nibbled on mine with his teeth. His tongue lapped at my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. Somehow, my anger morphed into desire, and I kissed him back. He groaned when I let his tongue slip into my mouth. As our tongues twisted and teased each other, he let go of my arms and sank his hands into my hair. He used them to angle my head. I had no idea how long we kissed before he let us come up for air, and sanity began to creep back in.
“Don’t say a word until you hear me out. I didn’t have plans or want to be with that woman. Yes, she came on to me at the bar last night. I didn’t sleep with her last night, which you would know if you hadn’t run off as soon as the elevator door opened. You left me at her mercy. I barely escaped.”
“Do I look stupid? I saw your face last night. When I left the bar, you were seconds from accepting her blatant offer.”
“I won’t lie. I was debating it for half a second, but as soon as I saw the most phat-ass I’ve ever seen walking away, I was a fucking goner. I couldn’t sleep with her any more than I could walk on water. The only woman I wanted and still want is the one I couldn’t track down last night, and I lucked out finding today—the one underneath me right this damn second—you, Zisa.”
There was a part of me that wanted to believe him. He sounded and appeared to be sincere. But men could lie convincingly, and they were dawgs when it came to sex. Most would sell their own mamas to get laid. And while they might have preferences, if out of options, just about any woman’s pussy would do.
“Bimbo Barbie might believe that, but I have a brain. Or maybe you plan to do both of us. You’ll fuck me now and then slink off with an excuse in an hour or so and fuck her. I’ll make it simple for you. You’re. Not. Getting. My. Pussy,” I snarled.
While part of my anger was at him, the rest was directed at me. Why was I so upset about not sleeping with him? Jumping into bed with a stranger wasn’t me. I liked to get to know a man a little before getting naked.
“Zisa, I won’t lie and say I have never hooked up with one woman and then left and went to another. Most men will have sex whenever they can. Some have more standards than others, but we’re men.”
His admission fired me up more. I scowled at him and renewed my wiggling to get away from him. He gave me a gentle shake. When I met his gaze again, he gave me a pleading look.
“However, when that happened, I didn’t make promises or tell the women lies. If asked, I would tell them the truth. I’m not a liar. They’ve always been women who know the score. It was just sex, and we were only together for mutual relief.”
A tiny growl slipped out of me. He kept going.
“That’s not what’s happening here. She’s not the one I went to bed thinking about last night. She’s not the one I prayed I’d by some miracle run into today, and I’d get a chance to talk to her. I’d be lying if I said I don’t want to sleep with you. But if all you want to do is talk and get to know me, then we’ll do that. I only hope you’ll take pity on me and give me a few kisses.”
“So if I talked to you and then sent you off in a couple of hours, you expect me to believe you won’t go find her or someone else to slake your needs with?”
“I’ll go back to my lonely bed and slake my needs with my hand. Although Fender might not like that since he’s my roomie, but that’s his problem,” he said with a wink and grin.
A giggle escaped despite my efforts. “I’d love to see that,” I muttered.
“Damn, woman, first you wound my fragile male ego, then want me to video record it for you. Or would you rather come and watch?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sure, someone like you has a fragile ego. Not in this lifetime.”
“We’re all vulnerable, beautiful. I’d never think someone as terrific and drop-dead gorgeous as you would have insecurities or doubt her desirability, but it’s clear ya do. Give me a list of the men who’ve hurt or lied to you, and I’ll make them pay.” His teasing manner changed to serious.
“Moose, if you make it as a woman to the age of ten and haven’t been hurt in some way by a male, you’re living under a rock. Let me up.” My ire was mostly gone.
“Do you promise to let me stay, and we’ll talk? I do want to get to know you.”
I debated with myself for almost a minute before I answered him. “I will, but when I say it’s time for you to leave, you go. I don’t want to argue, wrestle, or anything else. Don’t make me regret taking a chance that you’re a man of your word.”
He gave me a gentle smile and placed a quick kiss on my mouth. Then he moved off me. “My word. Now, sit up here. If you don’t want me to get too distracted, pull the sheet up over yourself,” he said with a groan.
He was scanning my body, which made me notice that my wiggling and fighting had hiked my nightie up over my panties. Issuing an unintentional squeak, I hastily tugged the sheet over me, tucking it up to my waist. As he rolled into a sitting position next to me, I saw the erection straining his jeans. Good God, he had a monster in there. I squeezed my thighs together to help the ache and to stop myself from getting wetter.
He busied himself, removing his boots and cut before he sat against the headboard next to me. He picked up my hand. “Tell me more about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
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Moose and I spent the past two hours talking. Topics ran the gamut from more about our jobs, families, interests, and more. I found him interesting, funny, and smart, and I fell further under his spell. The horrible part was it made me more depressed. Here was a man who I could see myself spending time with, definitely having sex with, and who knows what else. The only problem was he lived in Nebraska, and I lived in Kansas. Long-distance relationships didn’t work. At least, I had never heard of one other than what Shain had told me about her and Daredevil. In their case, it never ended up truly being a long-distance one. He went to Nebraska to be with her for a few weeks, and then when he returned to Texas, she went with him.
Listening to the old ladies talk about how they met their men had been shocking. All those instances of what I’d call instant love and then getting together permanently within weeks were unheard of. And the men did the chasing in ninety-nine percent of the cases.
As time sped by, I came to a decision. Even if there could be nothing more between us, I didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and walk away without knowing what it was like to be with a man like him. It might make the loneliness worse, but if I at least had a great memory, it wouldn’t be too bad. Or that was what I told myself as I gathered my courage.
We’d just finished talking about the response to the calendars he and the guys posed for. His astonishment at women going nuts over them made me laugh. He’d finished tickling me for it when I made my move. Before I could chicken out, I rolled over on top of him and kissed him. He remained unmoving for about two seconds, then his hands were buried in my hair, and he eagerly kissed me back.
My nipples hardened instantly, and moisture began to flood my pussy. I wasn’t able to hold back my whimper. He reluctantly withdrew. His face was tight with desire as he stared into my eyes.
“Zisa, I want you more than you know, but I’m not pushing for you to do something you’re unsure of. If this isn’t what you want, then tell me. Otherwise, I’m gonna be balls deep in your pussy,” he growled.
“Then show me what you’re made of,” I challenged.
I swear he howled and gave me a wolfish smile before I was consumed. There was no other word for it. I wasn’t a virgin, and I’d had what I thought were decent lovers and crappy ones. The decent ones didn’t hold a candle to Moose. When he stood up, I expected him to want me to strip while he did. When I shoved the sheet down and went to grasp the bottom of my gown, he shook his head.
“No, that’s my job. You wait for me. I just need a minute,” he said. Letting go, I relaxed back to watch him.
I almost swallowed my tongue when he tugged his shirt off. I knew he was ripped with muscle based on his arms and how his shirt strained over his chest, but what I saw underneath was beyond my imagination. His chest was nothing but muscle, leading down his torso to even more muscles. He had an eight-pack, and I could see the top of an incredible Adonis belt. That V-shaped muscle cut that led to his cock. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. I saw he had not only the scattered tats on his arm but his left shoulder.
After he got his shirt off, he bent to remove his socks. I was panting with anticipation when he undid his belt and the button on his jeans and then unzipped himself. Slowly, while he watched me, he lowered his jeans. The navy blue underwear underneath was strained over his massive erection. Once he stepped out of his jeans, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of his underwear and shoved them down, letting them hit the floor. I gulped.
The biggest cock I’d ever seen, in real life or in porn, started back at me. His cock was standing tall and proud. The head was covered in precum. My mouth watered as I thought of taking him into my mouth. My pussy flooded with more cum as I envisioned what it would feel like to have all that inside of me. His hand gripped the base, and he slowly stroked up and down his length a couple of times.
I didn’t realize what I was doing until he growled, “Stop.” I’d been about to put my hands down my panties to touch myself. He came closer to the bed.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he muttered. I shook my head.
“Then put yourself in my hands. If I do something you don’t like, say so. If you want something and I’m not giving it to you, tell me.”
“I will,” I said breathlessly.
Before getting on the bed, he bent down and came back up with a strip of condoms. It was a good thing he was thinking because I hadn’t thought about protection. He dropped them on the stand next to the bed. Then he reached out and grasped my legs, yanking me closer to him. My nightie bunched up at my waist.
“Christ, I don’t know where to start. I want to see, touch, and taste all of you.”
“I don’t care, just as long as you start. I’m burning up,” I told him.
He smirked. “Let me see if I can make you hotter.”
I whimpered. I didn’t know if it was in protest or encouragement. His hands came down to grip the bottom of my nightgown. He slowly, excruciatingly, began to inch it higher. As more and more skin was exposed, he hummed in appreciation. When my tits were revealed, he groaned and stopped.
I was about to ask him why when he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into the scalding cavern of his mouth. My back bowed up off the bed. It was his mouth combined with his hand teasing and tugging on the other tit that caused it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I surrendered. I was his to do with as he wanted.