Chapter 10
Fletch
The dishes are washed and Cassie’s settled into the second bedroom doing homework, which she explained she still had to do because they held her back a grade when she was young.
Mari’s curled on the couch because I made her get off her feet while I cleaned the kitchen. When I sit down next to her, I pull her legs over my lap.
“Cassie simmered down,” she says quietly. “I wasn’t sure, but dinner helped. And thanks for talking to her.”
“Course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know what big mean bikers do in their downtime.”
I give her a look, dragging my gaze down her body.
“Besides that,” she says with a teasing smile.
Fuck me. This girl already owns the rusty heart inside my chest. “This,” I rasp as I massage her feet, but my hand wanders up the inside of her thigh and rests possessively over the warm seam of her jeans. “And this.”
Her gaze flies to the second bedroom door then back to me. “We can’t.”
Oh I love a challenge. I scoop her up off the couch, but instead of the bedroom, I take her toward the front door.
“Where are you taking me?” Mari whispers.
“Not far. Got your phone so you can get an alert from Cassie’s monitor?”
Her mouth falls open. “How do you know about that?”
“I saw you checking it earlier.”
With a content sigh, she snuggles into my neck. “I’ve got my phone. And it’s okay if we don’t go far.”
I carry her to Cabin 2 and shove open the door. It’s dark and quiet and no more than a hundred feet from her sister, but the walls are thick wooden logs.
We don’t make it to the bedroom this time. Clothes hit the floor and I lift Mari to sit on the kitchen counter. When I shove her legs open with a hungry growl, she squeals at me.
“I gotta taste this beautiful pussy. I was in such a hurry to feel you around my cock earlier, I failed my job.”
“Oh god!” she breathes when I lick her clit, spreading her open with my thumbs.
That’s the last coherent sound as I eat and lick, and finger her right through her first orgasm. My cock strains inside my jeans to the point of pain.
When she comes down from the shaking orgasm, I rip my belt open. The zipper is loud in the quiet cabin. Her hands slide up my shoulders, holding onto me as I drag her to the counter edge.
“I need to be inside you,” I murmur against her mouth.
She’s breathless and has goosebumps all over her skin.
“Fuck, honey. That’s my girl. So soft and ready for me.”
“Fletch—” she whimpers, nails biting into my arms.
“That’s it. Relax. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
Her head falls back, giving me access to her neck and the rise of her breasts as I thrust slowly in and pull back out until the crown of my cock catches.
God. I’m harder than I’ve ever been. When Mari’s ankles hook behind my hips, something inside of me loosen and I bite her neck, growling and the strokes become rough and hard.
She begs for more.
“You like me fucking you like an animal?”
“Yes, yes. It feels so dirty and so wrong.”
“Hold on, sweetheart. Your animal’s gonna make you come all over this cock.”
We fuck on the kitchen counter. The floor. And in the shower before she rings me dry and she melts into my arms.
There’s a dreamy smile on her face as I dress her in my T-shirt. The one she’s had on all afternoon.
We walk back to Cabin 1, hand in hand. As we clim the stairs, Mari asks, “Are you coming in?”
I drag her back until she’s locked tight against me. That ass pressing against my already-stirring cock. “Told you I was keeping you warm.”
“I’m so glad,” she says, tugging me into the living room.
And that’s that. We crash into the bed together with contented sighs. Music drifts from Cassie’s room. And I’m about to fall asleep when my phone lights up on the nightstand.
I snatch it up because that’s my job. I’m never off-duty. Prez’s name is on the screen making me rise up on one elbow.
But when I see the text, I relax. “The brat okay?”
Oh shit. I grin. “Cassie’s fine. She might tear your balls off if you call her brat,” I reply.
Three dots appear then the double-eyeball emoji pops up.
A second later he adds, “I’m wondering that too.”
I toss the phone aside and snuggle my girl, holding my chuckle in.
“Everything okay?” she asks on a yawn.
“For now,” I grin into her hair because I have a feeling things are about to get real interesting with the nineteen-year old and our President.
The next morning, I drive Cassie to school because she refuses to get in Ridge’s truck. She barely talks, but she gnaws the fuck out of her thumbnail.
I think about what I’m going to say for ten minutes of the fifteen-minute drive.
“Mari’s already lectured me on what to do if anything weird happens.”
“Good,” I grumble. “If you see anyone outside school on a motorcycle, it’s one of our men.”
Her narrowed eyes cut toward me. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. We take care of our own.”
“See, that’s very cult-like.”
“You’ll see. But I want you to know I’m serious about your sister. I know this is fast. But you’ll see in time.”
“What? Are you going to marry her?”
“That’s my plan.”
She blinks at me, eyes widening. “You just met her.”
“I know. I’m going to give her time, but she’s mine now and that’s how she’s going to stay.”
With a laugh, Cassie shakes her head. “You really are crazy. Are all bikers like this?”
“Possessive as fuck? Yeah, I’d say so.”
“And Ridge?”
“He’s…” I stop speaking, trying to find the word, but none of them work. Finally, I say, “You’ll see.”
When I get back to the compound, Mari’s in the office, pen behind her ear, digging through our files and my heart nearly explodes.
“Find anything interesting?”
“You need a filing system.”
“I need my future fiancée to be in my arms.”
Mari drops the stack of receipts in her hand. “What did you say?”
“I said that you are my future fiancée.”
Her cheeks turn pink, but she smiles. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Now tell me what you need to make this job what you want it to be?”
“Shoulder rubs are nice. Foot rubs too. And one of those fancy coffee machines.”
“Done,” I say, dragging her into my arms so I can kiss those pretty lips and feel her mind-blowing body pressed against mine. “Anything you want, I’ll make it happen.”