Chapter Seventeen
Zeppelin
After three days together, I’m still surprised to have Misty in my bed. There’s no sneaking off in the early mornings. There’s no other man to get home to. When I wake up, she’s still beside me.
I know she said no strings, but I want more. I want something. And I have to show her that it’s possible once the week ends.
“How about we do something a little different tonight?” I ask.
Misty went home to shower and change, and we’re still wearing clothes. Which is kind of impressive since we’ve been going at it like rabbits. I had to buy another box of condoms because we ran through my stash midway into day two.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Let’s go get a drink. Seven Crows.”
It’s like a date. Not quite, but close enough. A start. She can turn me down, and it could very well be the last night she spends with me if she worries this is turning into strings, but I have to take a chance.
She nods and smiles. “Do I get to ride on your bike?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Isn’t that, like, a big deal or something with your kind?”
I snort. “My kind?”
“Bikers. Having a lady behind you means something, doesn’t it?”
Sounds like she’s done some research. “I suppose it is.”
I wait for her to say it’s a bad idea. That she needs to go and do something rather than spend time with me. It’s too serious. But she just takes my hand and walks out with me to my bike.
Handing her the helmet, I wait for her to slip it on before hopping into the seat in case she needs help fastening it. She climbs on behind me, and the way she wraps herself around me—not too tight but definitely not loose—says she trusts me.
Misty doesn’t seem like the type of girl who would get on a bike with just anyone. Another reason to feel special.
Having her pressed against me like this, owning her trust, I want the ride to last forever. But the drive to Seven Crows isn’t long. Which used to be a good thing.
“What do you like to drink?” I ask, holding the door open for her.
“Beer’s fine. Light, though. I can’t do fully leaded.”
Fuck me. She’s not a fancy cocktail type. “Go get a table. I’ll get us drinks.”
The wink she gives me before walking to find an open table makes me feel like the luckiest motherfucker in the world right now. Damn it, she’s sexy. And she knows it. I like that about her.
“You brought a new girl out?” Nancy asks as I walk up to the counter. “Is this a date?”
“Not sure what you’d call it,” I say. “Two beers, Nan. Light.”
It’s hard to deny how happy I feel. Misty’s one of the only women who can keep up with me. Not just in bed but in general. She’s sassy and keeps me on my toes. Jokes with me. Calls me on my shit.
But the bedroom? Fuck, I don’t think it could get much better. She tastes like fucking candy, just like I thought she would, and she has no issues telling me what she wants. And she takes it, too.
What I like most is how she doesn’t focus on flaws.
I don’t give a shit she has stretch marks from being pregnant, and she doesn’t either.
There are no hands on her tummy to hide them.
She is who she is, and she accepts herself.
Not many women are like that. Not even Chanel who put a lot of fucking money into being her definition of perfect.
I take the bottles and turn to find none other than Wylie at the table talking to Misty. The bottles nearly break in my hands as I storm over.
“Her standards aren’t nearly low enough to even consider going home with you,” I say, setting the drinks on the table with more force than necessary.
One of the beers overflows, and Misty takes it and chugs it. Impressive.
“If she’s here with you, can you really say she has standards?” Wylie asks with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He thinks he’s fucking hilarious.
Misty looks between us, her hand over her mouth as she does her best to conceal the burp from the beer. “I told him I was here with someone.”
“She didn’t tell me it was you. If she had, I would’ve offered to help her sneak out the side door.”
“Fuck you, Ballard,” I snap.
He just wiggles his eyebrows. “I think your friend might just do that. Just like your sister wants to.”
“For the record,” Misty says, her hand up, “I don’t.”
The look on Wylie’s face makes my anger slip just a bit. “Didn’t expect that, did you?” I ask. “Go back to your shithole side of town, Wylie. It’s time to go kiss Daddy’s ass, isn’t it? Might wanna make sure to do it while you still can.”
“And what the fuck do you mean by that?”
“Everyone knows Butch killed Johnny, and when I have the proof of it, you won’t have Daddy around to save your ass anymore.”
“God, it must really suck to be you. Johnny died, and Butch wants nothing to do with you. You’ve always been just a bit jealous of me, haven’t you? Not just because I’m better looking but because I have a dad, and you don’t. You know, since Butch never claimed you.”
Snorting, I shake my head. “The last person I want as a father is Butch Ballard. Hell, he probably realized what a disappointment you were and couldn’t risk taking a chance with a second. Lucky me.”
“Yeah, if that makes you feel better at night. As for your threat about killing Butch? Good fucking luck. That shit was an accident, and you just can’t accept it.”
“There are no accidents when your dad is involved. And I will kill Butch one day. Then I just need a good reason to kill you, too, and I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
He just laughs. “Good luck getting laid tonight. Not sure your lady is the type to fuck a murderer.”
Shit. I kind of forgot about Misty hearing all that as he walks away. “Misty—”
“He’s your brother?”
“Half,” I say. “Mama had a one-night stand with Butch.”
“And you think Butch killed Johnny. Who’s Johnny?”
Licking my lips, I lock my eyes on the table. I tell her all about Johnny. How he was the only father I’ve had in my life. How much I miss him every fucking day.
The things you don’t normally tell your fuck buddy.
“And you really think your biological father killed him?”
I nod. “Yep. I know he did.”
“Holy shit.”
“Maybe coming out tonight was a mistake.”
I wouldn’t blame her if she’s scared of me now. If she decides it’s better to run.
Wylie whistles to get our attention, and we both look to see him gyrating behind Lainey while winking at Misty. Lainey pushes him just as I’m about to stand, knocking him over a chair, and I’d go punch him if Nancy wouldn’t kick my ass out.
“Hey, come with me,” Misty says, pulling my fisted hand.
We stand, and she leads me down the hallway. Toward the side exit.
I expect the night air to hit me, but she pulls me into the men’s room instead, guiding us into the handicap stall.
“What are we doing in here?”
Looking around, she looks both amused and impressed. “This is much cleaner than I expected.”
“I suppose Nan takes better care of her place than other bars.”
Her lips find mine, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. I can’t take her here in the bathroom, but I appreciate her willingness to get me away from the asshole I share DNA with before I do something I regret.
“I figured you might need a distraction,” she whispers.
Her fingers quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans. She pulls my cock out and strokes me slowly. Fuck, I don’t have a condom. Which is a good enough reason to avoid taking her here.
“Misty, I can’t—”
She drops to her knees, pulling my jeans and boxers down to my ankles with her and takes me into her mouth. Nothing has ever been more effective at shutting me up than her hot mouth sliding along my length.
All I can do for the first few moments is stare at her in awe. I haven’t asked her to go down on me. Haven’t even hinted at it. I’m used to being turned down by Chanel.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan when I finally come to my senses. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I help guide her the way I like. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
Her blue eyes gaze up at me as I watch her take me as far into her mouth as she can, and I feel the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around, and she strokes the base of my shaft in time with her mouth. It’s been so damn long that it takes my breath away.
Misty moans as she deep throats me, and her left hand cups my balls, rolling them in her palm. It’s mesmerizing and fantastic. She’s paying attention to every part of me, and my body jerks when the vibrations in the back of her throat tickles my head.
Her desire for my pleasure as much as her own floors me. I’ve never met a woman who wants to get me off as much as I want her to, and it’s beyond breathtaking. She’s a generous lover, and it’s a new concept for me.
Releasing me, she dips her head down and sucks my sac into her mouth, rolling my balls around her mouth with her tongue. Her hand continues pumping me, and I reach out to brace myself on the walls of the stall.
Holy fuck.
Spit dribbles down her chin, and she just wipes it with the back of her hand as she releases me. I think it’s over, but then she sucks on my tip. My breath hitches, and I damn near stand on my tiptoes.
This woman can give head. Fuck.
The act continues, and I’m about to blow. My body tenses, and I grit out, “Baby, I’m close.”
My balls tighten up, but she doesn’t release me to finish me off with her hand like I expect.
No, she hollows out her cheeks, sucking hard as I come, nearly sending me through the roof.
If I wasn’t bracing myself on the walls, I’m not sure I’d still be standing as I shoot my load into the back of her throat.
Misty doesn’t release me until she’s sucked every last drop, and then wipes her mouth with a smirk. “Feel better?”
My mouth is dry as I gape at her. All I can do is stare as she helps pull my pants back up and fasten everything while my arms stay pressed against the stall.
“That was… fuck, Misty. I don’t know what to say,” I manage as the blood returns to my brain.
“You can say thank you,” she whispers and winks.
“Thank you doesn’t seem like enough.”
She steps out of the stall and washes her hands, tossing the paper towel into the garbage as though this happens every day. I’m still in shock and riding the high of my orgasm, but I open the door and follow her out to find our drinks cleared.
I signal to Nancy for another round, and I sit down, pulling Misty onto my lap. She’s going to get one hell of a reward for that tonight.
Lainey walks over with two beers, and she narrows her eyes as she sizes up Misty. “Misty, this is my sister, Lainey. She’s Johnny’s daughter. Lainey, this is Misty.”
“Hi,” Lainey says. “You guys stepped outside?”
“Sort of,” I say.
Eyebrows raised, she nods and chuckles. “Okay then. Nice to meet you, Misty.”
“You, too,” Misty says and takes a drink of her beer. “Can I ask you something?”
I brace myself for something club related I can’t answer. “Of course.”
“I’m not just a rebound, right? I mean, I know we talked about this at dinner, but I just need to check.”
“You said no strings, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean I want to be the girl you fuck to get over another.”
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I smile at her. “Trust me, this is nothing like that. What we’re doing here? This is something I’ve never done with anyone else.”
“You’ve never picked up a woman in a bar?”
“I have, but we didn’t spend time together here. We left and went right to bed. My turn.”
She takes another swig and looks into my eyes. “Do your worst.”
“Why do you only do no strings?”
“Because I can’t risk a broken heart.”
Not what I expected. “What?”
“If it was just me, everything would be different, but Bernie gets attached easily. It happened once with a guy I dated when she was younger, and it took a long time for her to recover when he left us. I can’t do that to her.”
“But what about you?”
She smiles sadly. “My heart doesn’t matter. Hers does.” I’m about to ask something else when she says, “Wanna get out of here? Go back to your place?”
“I think I owe you for what you did in the bathroom.”
Her hand runs along my cheek in such a simple, affectionate manner. “No, you don’t. I’ve wanted to do that since the day on your porch when I agreed to let you hang out with Bernie. Besides, I didn’t do it to get something out of it. It was a perfect situation.”
“It was, was it?”
“You needed a distraction, and you were distracted just enough to be taken off-guard. You’ve kind of stopped me since we started this.”
I assumed she didn’t want to. “Let’s go, baby.”
“Can we take a longer way? I like riding on your bike.”
Damn this woman is going to kill me.