Chapter 11
German
“I trust you.”
Those words kept playing and replaying in my mind as I sat in the waiting room while Maddy met with her college advisor. If I hadn’t already had a hard-on for this beautiful girl, that statement would have been enough to get one.
Besides my Brothers, I wasn’t used to people putting so much faith in me. The leather and the bike usually inspired one of two things: fear or lust. Not trust. But, like in all things, Maddy was different. She trusted me. Without qualifiers. Without explanations. She just trusted me. Fuck! Those were the magic words to a guy like me.
As I was considering what to do next about my growing obsession with the redhead, I got a phone call from my Brother Ox. Since I’d already garnered enough attention dressed the way I was in the campus waiting room, I got up and stepped out into the hallway to privately take the call.
“Ox,” I answered, “what’s up?”
“Just spoke to Reaper,” my Brother said. “Heard you’ve been having some trouble with the Watchmen.”
“Not me,” I explained. “One of Maddy’s friends.”
“That’s the chick you’re helping, right?” Ox checked.
I nodded, though the gesture was lost over the phone. “Yeah. She works in town and one of those assholes won’t leave her alone. His name’s Ghost. She thinks he’s their Club’s Road Master. You ever heard of him?”
Ox was quiet for a moment. “I have.”
Those two words told me everything I needed to know about the biker. “That bad, huh?”
“It ain’t good, Brother. He’s new to the Watchmen. Pledged a few months back. Came out of nowhere, but he’s making a lot of waves fast in the community.”
That explains why I hadn’t heard of him before. “Kayla says no matter how many times she tells the guy to piss off, he won’t leave her alone. She was even afraid of me when we first met because she thought I might belong to the same Club.”
Ox barked a laugh. “She sounds like a smart girl, staying away from you and the Watchmen!”
“Eat shit, peckerhead,” I told him, though I laughed right along with him. “What does Reaper want to do about it?”
“What’s the status of your current situation?” Ox asked. “You got that shit with Framingham’s daughter wrapped up or do you need someone else to follow up with this Ghost issue?”
I was nowhere near done with Maddy’s detail. And the very thought of moving on to something else made my chest seize painfully. “I’m still tied up on this assignment,” I told my Brother. “You up for a ride to check in on the girl?”
“I got to finish up something else for the Club first, but if Ghost doesn’t back off, I’d definitely be up for a ride.”
I didn’t care how tough Ghost was. He was fucking with the wrong man if he didn’t listen to my Prez to back the hell off of Kayla. Especially if Ox had to get involved. The man was the toughest motherfucker I knew. Our Club Enforcer was the size of a goddamned giant. And he took it personally whenever a man mistreated the fairer sex. I’d once seen him beat a guy’s ass for getting in a woman’s face when she didn’t want to accept his drink offer. I could only imagine what he’d do to a guy trying to force himself on a sweet girl like Kayla. I almost felt sorry for this guy, Ghost. Almost.
“Roger that.” Peeking back inside the waiting room, I saw that Maddy still wasn’t done with her meeting. “Anything else going on at the Club I should know about?”
“Pipe was there when I talked to Reaper and he wanted to let you know you should check your email. He sent you some information about some guy you had him look into.”
That must be Ken Mitchem. “Thanks. I’ll get right on that. Since everything has been quiet so far, I haven’t had much to go on with this case.”
“Sounds boring,” Ox said.
Being with Maddy was anything but boring, but I wasn’t going to tell Ox that. “This house has a pool, a gym, and a live-in maid. I’m not complaining.”
“You banging the maid?” Ox asked then.
“She’s not that kind of girl,” I teased back, thinking of the terrified woman in bed. The poor thing would have a heart attack before I could so much as touch her, let alone fuck her.
Not that I even wanted to touch the woman. There was only one girl who had my attention these days, and it seemed like she had a leash on my dick so tight I wasn’t going to be able to relax until I was balls deep inside her sweet as fuck pussy. Maybe not even after that.
“So you’re banging Framingham’s daughter, then?” Ox noted perceptively.
“No,” I nearly growled back, pissed he put two and two together so quickly.
Ox chuckled. “No, you don’t want to? Or no, you haven’t yet?”
“Fuck off,” I groused, not in the mood for a ball-busting session right now.
“I’m guessing that means, no, because you want to and you can’t,” Ox correctly surmised. “Well, you can always have Cici stop by for a quickie to finish you off. The girl’s been asking about you nonstop.”
That didn’t make any sense. Cici was a Club girl who was into my Brother, Bishop. She’d only ever fucked me to get back at him. Since Bishop didn’t have time for anyone else other than his Old Lady Evie these days, Cici had transferred her attention onto me. But I knew she didn’t really care. Like a lot of Club girls, she just wanted to be claimed. And Maddy or not, I had no intention of claiming Cici. Though we’d had our fun in the past, the woman was an out-and-out viper who’d as soon suck my dick as she would cut it off.
“The last thing I need is Cici at the Framinghams’ front door,” I told Ox. “Don’t even think about sending that crazy bitch my way.”
“Well, if you don’t want Cici, and you have some free time between babysitting duty, stop by the Club for an hour or two. There’re a few new strippers from the Happy Ending who can’t seem to get enough dick, though the guys are doing their best to give it to them.”
Though I loved new talent from the Club’s strip club as much as anyone, I found myself unmoved by Ox’s revelation. “Keep them warm for me, Brother. I won’t be gone long.”
“I think I’m more than up to the task,” Ox cheerfully boasted.
After busting his balls for a bit, I hung up and went back to the waiting room. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Maddy standing there looking around for me. When her eyes landed on mine, she smiled so big it stole my breath.
“There you are!” she said, jogging over to my side. “I thought I’d lost you.”
Not possible, I thought to myself. Deny it all I might, I was all hers.
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Maddy
As soon as I saw him, I smiled and jogged over to his side. “There you are! I thought I’d lost you.”
German paused and his intense brown eyes drank me in. “Never,” he said thickly, his words warm and sweet like honey. “Where to next, Babe?”
Taking the liberty, I looped my arm through his. “Do you remember when I told you about the wonders of dessert coffee?”
Rolling his eyes, German sighed. “Vaguely.”
“That’s what I want now. You wouldn’t deny me what I wanted, would you, German?” The man sighed again and I knew he would cave like the compromised tunnel of a mineshaft the moment I added some pressure. “I’ll give you directions in the car.”
The coffee shop was a few miles away from the campus. I’d been feeling adventurous the day I’d found it and stopped to tour the surrounding shopping center. Since I’d discovered its existence, I made every excuse to visit whenever I was in the area.
“Now remember, you promised to try something new,” I lectured the stubborn man, as he reviewed the colorful, handwritten menu on the chalkboard out front.
“I did?” he groused back.
“You did,” I fibbed with a gleam in my eye. “What sounds good?”
German squinted at his choices as though it would suddenly all make sense to him the closer he looked. “The black coffee,” he dryly quipped.
“Nope. They don’t sell that here,” I jested, deciding to go with a pumpkin-spiced coffee that had just been added to the menu.
“For Christ’s sake, I don’t care. Just pick for me,” German finally conceded.
“Spoilsport,” I said, pushing him toward the entrance of the shop.
German held the door open for me and I joined the end of the line. I noticed how out of place he looked amongst the trendy college crowd and had to giggle to myself at the paradox. However, when a group of girls at a table in the corner of the room were all pointing and talking about the handsome biker that had just entered, I was suddenly less amused.
Standing closer to him, I pressed against his back and said, “Thank you for taking me out today. I had so much fun with Kayla and walking around campus.”
German turned and searched my face. He was about to say something, but the woman at the front of the counter called out, “Next!” just then, and we had to shuffle forward.
I ordered my drink first. Seeing the panic on German’s face when the waitress asked for his order, I decided to put him out of his misery and order for him. I got him the same thing as me. The pumpkin spice coffee with sugar, cream, and extra whipped topping.
A good sport to the end, German didn’t even argue or pout too much as I asked for a dash of cinnamon to be added atop our generous piles of whipped cream.
German handed the woman the total for the coffees and I gave him some serious side-eye. I was definitely going to talk to my father about reimbursing him for this kind of stuff. Gentleman or not, his job was to watch me. Not pay for me.
“How is it?” I excitedly asked as I watched him take his first, tentative sip.
I expected him to bemoan how sweet it was, or that he found this girlie drink disgusting, but the man surprised me entirely when he said, “Not terrible.”
I did a little dance on the spot. “You like it! Say it! You like it and you’d order it again if no one was looking!”
I could tell my badass biker was fighting back a smile. “That’s a lie.”
“Liar!” I accused through a fit of giggles. “Tell the truth and shame the Devil!”
German shook his head at my play on words. “I will do no such thing. Come on, we got to head back home. It’s getting late.”
When we got outside, I realized I had to pee and we were an hour from Coldwell Manor. Setting my drink down in the cup holder, I said, “I’m going to use the bathroom before we leave. I’ll be right back,” then trotted back inside.
On my way into the bathroom, I saw a college-aged boy staring at me and pretended not to notice. Why did guys do that? It gave me the ick. Either say hi or leave me alone. Staring without saying anything was creepy AF. Rushing into the bathroom, I quickly did my business and washed my hands.
Just as I finished up and stepped out, I was shoved back inside with a knife poised at my throat. “Shut the fuck up and follow my instructions,” the college-aged creeper hissed into my ear.