Chapter 11 Lucy
LUCY
“On your knees.”
The pain from my kneecaps connecting with the hardwood floor of my bedroom is forgotten when a hand tangles in my hair. I reach around Zombie and grab his ass to pull him forward until the tip of his cock is brushing against my lips.
“Is this what you want?” I purr just before swirling my tongue around his crown.
“Ah, fuck, such a good girl,” he growls, and my pussy clenches at his words.
Desperate for him, I don’t resist when he thrusts his hips to fuck my mouth. The tip of his dick hits the back of my throat, and I swallow in an effort not to gag. The only thing that would make this better is if we were at the zoo and surrounded by animals that could kill us.
“Goddamn, babydoll, I’m so close.” Zombie’s grip on my hair tightens, and the sting goes straight to my clit.
I pull my head back, releasing him, and tip my head back. “Throat or cunt?” I ask.
Rather than answer, he releases my hair and hauls me to my feet before spinning us around and pinning me to the wall. I jump to wrap my legs around his waist. His head nudges my entrance, and—
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I’m unceremoniously yanked from my dream and dumped into a frenzied state of semi-awareness.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
It takes a few seconds to realize that I’m alone and not about to be fucked senseless, and that someone—I’ll kill whoever it is—is pounding on my front door.
I untangle myself from the sheet and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I grab my robe from the floor where I let it fall before going to bed.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“I’m coming,” I mumble.
Or I would’ve been.
I quickly tie the silk sash as I reach the door. “Who is it?” I ask, fully prepared to give them a piece of my mind.
“Open the door, babydoll.”
I stiffen at the masculine voice.
Zombie.
After pulling my robe tighter, I take a deep breath and open the door. Zombie has his fist raised as if he was about to knock again, and he looks… frustrated.
“What are you doing here?” I say, my tone breathless because I’m unable to rein in the lascivious thoughts at seeing him in person. A thought barrels its way through my lust, and I add, “How’d you know where I live?”
He quickly glances over his shoulder and then back at me. “Are you gonna let me in or what?”
“Or what,” I snap, finally coming to my senses.
Without hesitation, he grips my waist and lifts me so he can step inside. As soon as he sets me back on my feet, he kicks the door closed.
“That’s better,” he says, pushing past me to sit on my couch.
“I… What…” I shake my head in an effort to clear it so I can spit out a complete sentence. I turn around to face him. “How do you know where I live?” I ask, deciding to start with the most important question.
“I’ve got my ways,” he says, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Nice robe.”
“Well, it was either this or nothing, so…”
His lips tip into a grin when I let my words trail off. Dammit. If I had panties on, that grin would melt them for sure.
With zero fucks given, he lifts his hips off the cushion and adjusts the growing bulge behind the fly of his jeans. “I could be persuaded to wait while you… change.”
I swallow, but it’s almost impossible with how dry my mouth is. “Not happening,” I quip.
“Pity.” Zombie stretches his arm across the back of the sofa like he owns the place. “Why haven’t you called me?”
“What?”
“I gave you my number, and you have yet to use it. Why?”
Before I can answer, his cell pings, and he pulls it from his pocket to look at the screen. He chuckles as he taps out a quick response to whoever texted him, and then returns his full attention to me.
“Who was that?” I ask, and I mentally wince when I realize that the question makes me sound like a jealous girlfriend and not a virtual stranger.
“A friend,” he replies. “Answer my question.”
Huffing out a breath, I cross the room and sit in the overstuffed chair. I curl my legs beneath me. “Not until you answer mine.”
Zombie nods. “Fine. I found your address online. It’s pretty easy to track someone down these days, what with technology and shit.”
Makes sense.
“Okay. And you’re here because…”
He shrugs. “I’m itching for a repeat of the lion’s den.”
“Bullshit,” I blurt.
“Bullshit?” he asks, tilting his head.
“Yes, bullshit.”
His face lights up. “I like this feisty side of you, Lucy. I fucking like it a lot.” When I make no effort to engage, he sighs. “I’m here because we need to talk. As much as I’d love to throw my reasons out the window and fuck you against every surface, I can’t. Business first, pleasure later.”
“If you want to talk business, you can make an appointment to see me at my office.”
Zombie shakes his head. “That doesn’t work for me.”
“I don’t give a shit what works for you,” I snap. “It’s the middle of the night, I’m tired, and I’m practically naked.” Standing, I stride toward the door and pull it open. “Goodbye. Zombie.”
Without a word, he rises to his feet and closes the distance between us, stopping mere inches from me. His expression is hard as he pushes the door closed and flips the lock.
“What are you d—”
“I’m not leaving, babydoll.”
“My name is Lucy,” I remind him with an air of authority.
“I know.”
I bristle. “Or better yet, you can call me Dr. Thomas.”
“I don’t think so.” He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re gorgeous when you’re all mad and shit?”
How the hell am I supposed to react to that? This man has my mind racing from one extreme to another. Why is he here? What business could he possibly have with me? And why does he make me not give a damn what the answers are and want to demand he give me another orgasm?
When I don’t respond, he lets his arm fall to his side. He takes a deep breath and asks, “Have you ever heard of the Kings of Anarchy MC?”
Mental whiplash anyone?
“I…” Pressing my lips together, my eyes fall to the patches on his cut.
I hadn’t bothered to read them before, but I do now.
One reads ‘Kings of Anarchy MC’, and another says ‘Vice President’.
There’s a third one curved under the bottom of the club logo that says ‘Washington’.
Of course, I’ve heard of the club before.
One doesn’t live in Tacoma and not know who they are.
It just never occurred to me that he was a member. “Yes, I have.”
“Good. That makes this a little easier.”
“What?”
Seemingly no longer worried that I’m going to kick him out, he turns and begins to pace.
“My club has made donations to the zoo over the years. Large donations.” As he speaks, he doesn’t meet my eyes.
In fact, he keeps his gaze trained on the floor as he walks back and forth, back and forth.
“In exchange for our support, Dr. Binks provided us with necessities.”
My eyes narrow. “What necessities?”
He thrusts a hand through his hair, but still, he doesn’t look at me. “Things we need to conduct club business.”
The thoughts running through my brain are like the little silver balls in a pinball machine, bouncing off one synapse only to be flung against another. Not a single thought ricocheting around is a good one.
“What could he possibly have provided that the club needs to conduct business?” I ask. “And what the hell business do you have that requires veterinary services?”
Zombie stops pacing to level his gaze on mine, and his vacant stare has my stomach bottoming out.
“I can’t answer that.”