Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
Hey, quick question. Are you fucking kidding me?
—Denver to Boone
DENVER
I watched Holly from across the room.
Dressed in a tight pair of bootcut jeans that molded to that perfect ass so precisely that they looked like they were made for her. She had on a black t-shirt that said “Play Something Country” and a cowboy hat that I’d seen her wear a thousand times before.
But somehow, tonight, it was sexy as hell.
Even the dirt on the rim.
She was dancing and laughing with Creed’s wife, Birdie.
They were trying, and failing, to do a line dance to a Morgan Wallen song.
It was a slow one.
And both of them were drunk as skunks and less than coordinated.
It was damn near the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“Your ex-wife is staring at you.”
I looked over to Weaver and said, “Who?”
Weaver grinned and jerked his chin away from where I was wanting to look and said, “Your ex-wife. She’s staring hard.”
I didn’t bother to look.
I quit caring about her when she walked out of my life.
Gentry walked by with a purpose, looking like he was about to do something bad.
I leaned forward, dropping my feet heavily to the wood floor from the barstool they’d been resting on, and stood.
I watched Gentry stalk across the bar heading toward, funny enough, my ex-wife.
He veered around her, though, and stopped a foot from the bar and roared, “Get your hands off my wife!”
Fuck.
Sage turned around, her hair swinging, and stared at the man that’d just bellowed in front of the entire bar and said, “I’m sorry, but who are you?”
The man who’d been touching Gentry’s wife let go immediately.
First, Gentry was still in uniform.
Second, everyone knew that Gentry was a Dixie Warden.
And, like I said, you didn’t mess with a Dixie Warden. Not in this town.
Sage hissed and walked forward, pushing Gentry in the chest.
Gentry clenched his hands around Sage’s waist, then dipped, tossed her over his shoulder, and walked straight out of the bar.
“Well then,” Juliana said. “That was interesting.”
I looked at Juliana. “Mind your own business.”
“I just find it funny,” Juliana said. “But he was never married when I was still a part of your life. Maybe I’ll have to look into it.”
I stilled.
Nearly two years ago, seven men had come into the Dixie Wardens MC as wanted men. Their names had been erased. Their identities had been created. And every single one of them had come from a prison cell that they’d broken out of.
According to the world, those men were dead.
I’d never shared with Juliana about those men.
But seven men showing up acting like they’d always been there? That would be suspicious for a wife that had a head on her shoulders.
When she was mine, I’d never worried about her questioning things.
But now that she wasn’t…
I realized my mistake.
I’d let myself get comfortable thinking that Juliana wouldn’t spill her secrets.
But there was one man on this earth that I knew she’d fear above all others.
He’d given her the creeps from the moment that she’d met the nationwide club president for the Dixie Wardens.
I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
“Yeah?” the man grumbled.
“Silas,” I said quietly. “I think I need your help.”
Silas Mackenzie had taken over as the Dixie Wardens MC national club president a couple of years ago from the last president that’d died while on a poker run.
From the moment he’d taken the mantle, he’d made it a priority to meet every club member that there ever was.
He even visited each club at least once a year so any new club members knew who to be afraid of.
“What’s going on?” Silas asked.
I walked away from my ex-wife, who’d paled to a ghostly white.
I explained everything that’d happened in my life back at my seat. Not leaving anything out.
“I’ll come up,” he sighed. “I’ve been dying to get back up there. And my wife’ll love visiting the mountains again. She’s jealous every time we come up there.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. “I’m sorry to even bring you into this, but you’ve always scared the piss out of her. Short of killing her, which I won’t do because she’s the mother of my children, I don’t have any other options.”
Silas chuckled. “Don’t sweat it.” He paused. “And I know why I scare her.”
I blinked. “What’d you do?”
“What any national president of the Dixie Wardens Motorcycle Club should do. Protect its own.”
With that, he hung up, leaving me to once again look at Holly.
Holly peeled away from the women then, leaving while miming getting a drink.
When she got to the table, she reached for the water glass that was sitting next to me. To do it, she had to lean her delicious body over mine.
Her perfect little tit pressed against the side of my face, and I couldn’t stop myself from biting down lightly on her perfectly pebbled nipple.
She squeaked, and cold water splashed onto my arm.
Worth it.
“Denver!” she gasped, looking around.
Plenty of people were looking.
And when I say plenty, I meant the whole damn town and half of the club.
We were at Hopps.
Everyone and their brother went to Hopps.
Because there was literally nowhere else to go unless you wanted to go to Toot Toot’s who didn’t allow loud music or dancing.
“Do you have a hair tie in those deep pockets of yours?” she asked after drinking deeply.
Funny enough…
I pulled out a hair tie from my pocket.
Catalina had given it to me earlier when she’d asked me to braid her hair for school.
When I held out the black tie to her, she gasped and grinned. “Thanks!”
She bent over in front of me and threw her hair over, slicking it into a ponytail while still upside down.
I watched the play of her ass. The way the denim cupped her perfect pussy.
And decided that I’d been waiting too long since I’d last had her.
My hand went to her thigh and smoothed upward, finding the seat of her jeans and pressing lightly.
She flipped her hair back over and stood, looking at me over her shoulder with heated eyes.
When she had her hair tied up, a long ponytail going straight down her back, I decided that I had to have her.
Standing up, I took the water glass from her hand and downed it. Once it was finished, I set it on the table and grabbed her hand.
Guiding her through the tables, I didn’t miss the taunts and cheers as we passed the men.
I didn’t go far out of the room. Just inside the hallway and turning the corner to the alcove that led to Hopps’s office.
I’d go into Hopps’s office, but the last man in the club that’d tried to do that had gotten his face punched.
Hopps didn’t like his office smelling like sex.
Especially when he was on a self-imposed sex hiatus.
Before I’d even gotten her into that cove, Holly was turning around and shoving down her jeans.
I growled, “Holly.”
“Hurry,” she begged. “I’ve been thinking about you for the last hour. I’m so wet.”
That was all my dick, or I needed to hear.
When her jeans were far enough down, she bent forward and pressed her ass back against me.
“Hop up on that step there,” I ordered.
She did, giving me the height that I needed to slide right in and…
“Ahhh,” Holly cried out.
I didn’t bother to tell her to be quiet.
There would be no use.
The music was fucking loud.
No one would hear us.
I liked hearing her cries of pleasure.
I liked even more that I was putting that pleasure in her voice.
My cock wedged into her tight pussy, slow at first due to the angle and restriction of her jeans forcing her legs to stay fairly closed.
But she was wet.
She hadn’t been lying.
And within four thrusts, I was filling her full.
“Oh, god. Yes, Sinclair. Yes.”
My name.
The one that I’d rolled my eyes at for my entire life because of how pretentious it sounded.
Why did that sound so goddamn hot coming out of her lips?
A throat cleared. “I need to get into my office, man.”
I thrust back inside, then circled my hand around to Holly’s ribs while the other went to her pussy. I picked her up and moved us physically out of the way.
The door closed behind Hopps, and I let Holly sink back down onto me, nothing under her feet but air.
I was deep.
She said as much moments later when she cried out, “God, I can feel you all the way up to my throat!”
I placed her back down onto the step leading up into Hopps’s office and fucked her hard and fast.
My balls were already drawing up, ready for release.
Was this how it was always going to be with her? Fast and out of control?
Because I sure the fuck had none of it when it came to Holly Cain.
Her nails dug into the wall in front of her, and she cried out, “I’m coming, honey. I’m coming all over you.”
She was.
And I was, too.
“Denver, we need to talk.”
I gave one last thrust into Holly, giving her the rest of my cum, and dropped my head onto Holly’s shoulder.
“Denver, are you even listening to me?”
Holly clenched on my cock and pressed backward, clearly hearing my ex-wife’s voice.
“Leave me alone, Juliana. I’m fucking busy.”
“But, Denver…”
“We’re busy, Juliana,” Holly called out. “Leave us alone.”
Juliana hissed, just now realizing that I had a woman in front of me.
And not just any woman.
Holly.
“That’s sick.” Juliana snarled. “You’re old enough to be her dad.”
“He isn’t. Unless he had me when he was an infant.”
I squeezed Holly’s hip.
“I can’t believe you would…”
I pulled out of Holly and tucked myself back into my jeans, still slick with our combined releases.
Holly pulled up her jeans, but much slower.
Only when she was presentable did I turn to give Juliana a look. “You’re trying my patience.”
“You never, never did this with me!” she accused. “Maybe if you had, we’d still be together.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Have you ever thought that maybe I didn’t want to do this with you?
That, after we made the stupid decision to get married so young, I wasn’t as in love with you like I should have been?
The things I felt for you don’t have anything on what I feel for her.
The thought of waiting to get her home felt like I was going to die.
There’s no comparison here, Juliana. And leave it alone. It’s getting really fucking old.”
I took Holly’s hand and led her to the bathrooms.
She pressed a kiss to my jaw and hurried inside. “I’ll be right back.”
Of course, Juliana’s friend had to come to the bathroom right at that moment.
“You gave up the best thing that ever happened to you, Denver,” my wife’s friend called out.
Holly came out of the bathroom and caught her attention. But it came back to me when I said, “I gave nothing up. But when nothing walked out of my life, it gave me the freedom to find everything.”
Holly’s eyes were soft as she walked into my arms. “Are you ready to go home? Those animals won’t feed themselves in the morning.”
How right she was.
“I’m ready when you are.”
She shivered as she pressed against me. “It’s going to be a cold ride home.”
I tugged her ponytail. “I’ll warm you up when we get home.”