Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
FREAK
After pushing her back and giving her head, priding myself on making her scream, I proceed to pound the fuck out of her.
She takes everything I want to give, an active participant, meeting me thrust for thrust, raking her damn nails down my back until I’m certain she’s drawn blood.
And I don’t care one damn bit. The more she attacks me, the more it excites my dick.
When she finally squeezes my cock, tenses, and lets out one last ear-piercing scream, I let myself flood the condom, seeing stars. I may even have passed out for a moment.
I’ve no compulsion to kick her out. It was certainly on the list of some of the best fucks I’ve had.
Rolling onto my side, I wait for my breathing to steady, one hand idly stroking her soft skin.
My eyes feel heavy, and I let them close.
I’ll just take a second, then I’ll show my sexy librarian just how a real man fucks all over again.
But as I start to doze, the bed moves. I snap my eyes open, only to see her starting to get dressed.
Thinking she may have misread the situation, I drawl, “Why not stay the night here?”
She regards me for a moment, then sighs heavily. “I need to make an early start in the morning. I’ve got to drive to Tucson, return the rental, then catch my flight.” Her face softens, “If I stay, I think you’ll ruin me, and I won’t be in any state to drive.”
“We can just cuddle.” Who the fuck am I? Has she fucked my alpha card out of me?
Zipping her skirt and straightening her blouse, she leans over to plant a soft kiss on my mouth. “Attractive as that offer sounds, I’ve got to turn it down. My flight leaves at nine.”
“Why so fuckin’ early?”
She shrugs. “Sounded like a good idea at the time. I’ve got a heap of laundry to do when I get home, as well as a ton of chores.”
“Change your flight,” I bark. Surely she can’t have so much to do that it will take all fucking day.
She grimaces. “No can do. I’m sorry.” She smooths that fucking sexy librarian skirt down, sits demurely on the bed, and places her hand over mine.
“Ace really wants to come to Flagstaff.” She pauses, bites her lip, which only makes me remember what she was doing with that delectable mouth earlier, then asks, “Can we talk about this now?”
“Talk about what?” My mind’s still focused on how it felt when she’d swallowed around my cock.
“Ace would like to come visit, and I’d love to have him. Can we arrange that, Freak? Could he maybe come up for a weekend?”
Which would solve one fucking problem. Now I’ve had her, I wouldn’t mind having her again, and possibly again.
Until I’m tired of her. She lives five hours away.
There’d be logistics to work out… Ace would love it if she moved close.
Suddenly, I realise her leaving now might be the best idea.
Otherwise, my dick might lead me to make promises my brain won’t want to keep.
She’s still waiting for the answer to her question. I appease her. “I’m sure something can be worked out.”
She squeals. “Thank you, Freak. I can give him such a good time. There’s the observatory, I think he’d love, the Grand Canyon…
” As she continues listing the attractions Flagstaff has to offer, I hold off on telling her my tech-nerd of a son probably won’t find much of interest there.
Though I doubt that would matter, he’s so entranced by his aunt, he’d go anywhere to keep her happy.
“We’ll talk,” I say gruffly. “You’ve got my number and I’ve got yours. We’ll arrange something.”
When she leans in to kiss me goodbye, I put my arms around her, pulling her close. When I realise I’m breathing in her scent, to keep something to remember her by, I make a note to take my temperature later, in case I’m coming down with a fever.
As she pulls back one final time, I realise she intends to go. Like a gentleman, I slide my jeans on, pull on a shirt and my cut, then, sockless, slip my feet into my boots. Then I escort her down to her car.
Knight’s manning the gate. I don’t want to appear pussy whipped in front of the prospect, so I just give her one last inadequate peck on her lips, then motion to him to open the gate. I linger until her rental is out of sight.
As I turn to walk back into the clubhouse, I see Trixie standing in the doorway. As I walk past her, I hear her mumble something. Coming to a halt, I swing around.
“What was it you fuckin’ said?”
“I said I need to remember to take out the trash.” She continues out of the front door, which is not where the dumpster is, and there’s no black bag in her hand.
Knowing I heard right, and she’d said words to the effect of, Good to see the trash taking itself out, I change direction and follow her, speeding my steps so I can place one hand on her shoulder, swing her around, and grab hold of her arm with my other.
“You’re a fuckin’ whore who should remember her place. I know what you said, or close enough. Toni’s a good woman. You’re nothing. Just a hole for all of my brothers to use.” It’s not the first time she’s made a snide comment about the woman I’m starting to like.
Sure, my brothers would yank my chain if they sensed I’d caught feelings, but I expect it from them. From Trixie? Club girls don’t have opinions, or if they do, they certainly don’t voice them.
But why would she have such a downer on a sweet woman like Toni?
There’s only one answer. “You got thoughts about me and you? Is that it, Trix? You dream of wearing my patch?” Disgusted at the thought, I shove her away, not having it in me to be even the least concerned when she trips and stumbles, landing on her ass.
“Don’t know why you’d think that. I only fucked you once, and that was enough.
You’re walking on fuckin’ thin ice, whore.
If you even think about getting in between a King and a woman, then you’ll be out of this club so fast, your head will be spinning. ”
Her face hardens. “You think I want you?” She belts out a laugh. “I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man alive. Your head’s so far up that woman’s ass, or should I say pussy? You can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
“I see what’s in front of me clearly enough, a washed-up whore who needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Whoa. What the fuck’s going on here, Bro?”
Maybe Tempest’s sudden appearance is fortuitous.
If he hadn’t appeared, I might have laid hands on her, and that’s not me.
I never touch a woman in anger. Not since…
Fuck. I bow my head, rub my temples, then address the sergeant-at-arms. “She’s been spouting shit about what doesn’t concern her.
Do me a favour, get her out of my sight.
” I then turn my attention to the whore who’s backed away, looking at me with disgust. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of my way. Permanently.”
Even I know I’m coming down too hard on Trixie. I’ve always had complicated feelings where she’s concerned. Tonight though, she’d hit a nerve.
Leaving both in my rearview, I stride to my bike, knowing only a long ride’s going to clear my head.
Not caring where I’m heading, I find myself on the winding roads heading up to the Huachuca Mountains.
It’s not a long road, but pavement turns to gravel quickly, and with the switchbacks and drop-offs, it means all my focus has to be on handling the bike, especially as my way is lit only by the moon and my headlights.
It serves to clear my head of all thoughts of Trixie, as well as the woman I’m already missing.
It really isn’t a road for street bikes like mine, but if I’m careful, I know I can handle it.
I wouldn’t attempt it if we were already in monsoon season, as what is now a dry road can soon turn into a mud bath.
It’s the challenge I relish. By the time I reach the point where the mountains fall away beneath me, my head feels calmer. In fact, when I pull off and put down the stand on my bike, I find myself thinking about Trixie again, now more perplexed than angry.
I can think of no reason why the whore should be harbouring any idea of sinking her claws into me. Sure, we’ve fucked, but that was years ago, when she’d first arrived in the club. I had my own reasons for not going back for a repeat.
Come to think of it, Trixie’s changed since Pippa arrived on the compound.
She’s become more like a club mother, spending time in the kitchen and knocking the other girls into shape.
She still dresses like a slut, but doesn’t seem to care if the brothers don’t bother with her.
They are more taken with the younger Star, Heaven, and Sweetie.
Nowadays, Trixie’s just as likely to be found behind the bar helping the prospects or clearing bottles and glasses as she is on her back.
I frown. In all the years I’ve known her, Trixie’s never made a move on me, and she’s had ample time to make one if that’s what she wanted, even though, of course, I’d have turned her down. But, if it’s not me she’s interested in, why the fuck has she got her panties in a twist about Toni?
It’s actually been so long since I’d tapped that ass, I’d forgotten what Trixie was like – nah, I’ve got to be honest with myself.
I remember every second of our encounter.
And it wasn’t just that the sex was fantastic.
The connection between us had put my head in a spin.
Maybe if she’d been anyone else, I might have pursued a relationship with her, but she couldn’t belong to me.
She was club property. The safest was to keep my sanity was to maintain a cool distance and pretend it hadn’t meant anything. I left her in my rearview and moved on.