26. Hawg
HAWG
We spend the late afternoon and evening tipping a few, watching Onyx grill pork ribs and devouring the meal she and the ladies have put together inside out of the heat.
Shine is starting to perk up, still a lot quieter than usual according to Onyx, but at least she’s starting to believe that the fuckers aren’t really going to come after her family, that she and her family are off fucking limits to the assholes who threatened them.
Shine sits on stage and changes the song to one of those country dance party numbers and after the beers the ladies have had they’re all ready to let loose and have a little fun. Onyx and Pearl included. Carver hits my shoulder. “You don’t always see this,” he says as Onyx and Pearl join the girls.
But it’s hard to believe the way they keep time in that line, their hips and feet moving in sync to that sexy little beat.
I lose track of the number of songs, only focused on the shifting of my dick as it gets hard watching Onyx sway around on that dance floor in those tight-fitting jeans that I’m itching to get off.
The ladies need a break, and Shine takes mercy on them, putting on a slower song that they don’t just have to dance to, while they head to the bar for a cold brew.
I let Onyx catch her breath and down a little of her beer, but after that, I walk up behind her and whisper in her ear.
“I want you in my arms. Come dance with me.”
She turns. Her green eyes widen with interest as I take her hand and lead her onto the dance floor, ignoring the hoots and hollers from the lit-up Harlots who are having a great time giving her the biz.
I draw her close but even this close isn’t close enough, I want to fucking devour her and that’s exactly what I plan to do tonight, but right now, it feels good just to have her in my arms, floating her around the dance floor and having her trust me to take the lead.
Onyx presses her head into my chest, her warm breath permeating my T-shirt and heating the skin below. “When do you think we can go for a ride? I miss the feel of my bike beneath my thighs.”
I don’t think she said it to turn me on, it’s the way she lives, under the stars and on the bike with it rumbling beneath her, but tonight she’s going to have a different kind of power giving her a ride on the end of my dick.
Another fast song comes on and I relinquish her from my arms as the ladies come out to the dance floor, breaking up our sexy time. She gives me a little pout, and I laugh. “Go dance with your friends. I’ll find you later.”
She nods and joins the other Harlots to let off a little steam while I head to the bar where Carver is watching Pearl on the dance floor while nursing a beer. I gesture to the pool table. “Play a game?”
He gives me a nod. “Sure thing,” he says, but even after an hour into the game he’s still quieter than usual.
“Something on your mind tonight?” I ask, as his eyes stray to the dance floor, scanning the ladies all dancing in a row.
“We have rats, infiltrators, we use men to infiltrate other gangs to get information. Damn, it’s kinda expected right?
Don’t you think it’s strange that Lacey, one of the twins they saved and sent north is coming back?
Wants to be a Harlot? The ladies talked about it at church and everyone was in favor of having her come back, but the reason she gave Duchess is just rubbing me the wrong way. ”
I take a sip of the beer that’s been sitting half empty on the ledge for the last half hour. “You think she’s a plant?”
“More than that, I think she’s a plant and Pearl’s smart enough to know she’s a plant. So what’s the move? Why bring her in?”
I exhale. “She owes Duchess, Jameson’s sister, that’s for sure. I mean she gives her plenty of jobs. Even the jobs with the shelter girls sometimes come from her and she made her president of this chapter which she didn’t have to do. They’re tight.”
Carver nods. “Yeah, I know all that, but still, something just isn’t sitting right about this chick coming back.
She was taken by the Desert Riders for the DeSantis family and rescued by some of the Larussio crew before she came here…
” He runs a hand through his hair. “Damn. Maybe I’m just being paranoid with everything that’s been going on and if I’m being honest seeing that crushed gremlin and picture of Pearl at the bridal boutique really threw me off. They’ve had eyes on her for a while.”
“I feel your pain, my friend.” I realize in that moment this emotion that’s been churning for Onyx, it’s far more than I ever set out to feel or wanted to feel for that matter.
Sure, I wanted to let go of some old baggage and make room to have a relationship with Onyx, but this deep in the guts feeling, it just fucking crept up and crawled right under my skin without asking permission.
The ladies are wrapping up, most of them calling it a night, all heading to their respective rooms as Shine closes up shop. Pearl answers a call on her cell and looks concerned. “I’m going to go see what that’s all about,” Carver says.
I clean up the pool table area, tossing a few bottles into the recycling and putting the sticks and chalk back on the wall before heading to the kitchen to find Onyx rearranging the refrigerator.
My eyebrows raise. “What are you doing?”
She looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “Hiding a pork rib for a sandwich tomorrow. If you don’t squirrel it away around these ladies, it will not be here later.”
I can’t help but smile. Onyx is lit. Playtime can wait until tomorrow. It was good for her to let loose and have some fun. “Sure you don’t want to get something into your stomach now?” I have no clue how many beers she had, but I do know the ladies were tipping them back pretty fast.
But Onyx has other things on her mind. She straightens and closes the distance between us, grabs the edge of her T-shirt and lifts it, slowly exposing her toned waist as she pulls it past her bra and over her head. “I think we had plans for tonight? You wanna go upstairs?”
I take a quick glance around to ensure everyone is gone for the night. “Fuck baby, my plans, they can be accomplished right here at the bar.”