Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
DEUCE
She slides her hand over my shoulder while the other one teases lower. Much lower. My dick pulses hard, and when she cups me through my jeans, my eyes slide shut.
“Feels good, right?” she purrs, her low rasp setting off all kinds of fireworks, detours, and do not enter signs.
“Way too fuckin’ good, but this ain’t happening.” I push her hand away, and she laughs. Right in my face.
I turn sideways, and her hand falls to her side. I grab my glass, down the rest of the bourbon, and prepare to regroup.
A second later, she moves with me. “C’mon, I know you want me.” She cups me again, and my brain sends off little alerts. Move away from her! Get the fuck out of here!
“Look, I came here to make you an offer on this place—nothing else.”
“Except saving me from Viper.”
“Five minutes ago, you told me you were handling him, now I’m your savior.” What the hell was her game?
“I was just pissed off.” Her hand slips under my belt.
I wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull her hand away. “I told you, this ain’t happening.”
“Are you in the habit of denying what you want?”
“What kind of a fuckin’ question is that?” I’m not into mind games. I believe in just spitting shit out. Probably not the best way, but the only way in the outlaw world.
“Just wondering. After you came by the first time, I did a little checking, and then from your exchange with Viper, it seems like you’ve spent some time in lock-up.” She drills me with those almost-black eyes.
“Yeah, so?” Another leading question and her use of the phrase lock-up—not prison, not jail like most civilians. Probably ‘cause of her father, but . . .
She moves closer again. “I would think you’d be more receptive.” She flirts with my waistband again, her face still, her eyes watching my reaction as she quickly slides her hand past my belt. When her warm fingers circle my throbbing cock, my breath catches.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you need to fuckin’ stop.” I made a promise to my brothers and myself. No more letting a woman get over on me.
“Make me?” The challenge in her deep rasp jacks me up even more. Fuck, I’m screwed.
In the next minute, she has my belt and zipper undone, and she’s rubbing me so hard, I think I might come in her hand, so I push her away. This can’t happen for so many reasons. Most of all because I’m here to make a deal so the Kings will have a clubhouse again.
She glares at me, daring me with her eyes. “Why are you making this so difficult?”
“I told you before, we’re not doin’ this.” I slosh more bourbon into my glass, then grip the glass tighter than necessary.
“Why?”
The one word threw me off.
“See, even you can’t come up with a good reason. So, why don’t we just enjoy ourselves?”
“‘Cause you’re the last thing I need.”
“No, I think this is exactly what we both need.” She moves closer, pushing her body flush against me while keeping her eyes zeroed in on mine.
The heat and scent of her lust surround me. She leans up and presses her lips to mine, offering me her tongue. Our tongues nip and tease each other, and the taste of bourbon makes my head spin. When I break away for some much-needed air, she’s panting with her own need.
With my jeans hanging off my hips, she easily slides her hand in, gripping my throbbing cock. She works me until the pleasure is mixed with pain. Fuck yeah, this woman doesn’t play fair.
A little moan escapes her lips, and it’s game on.
Roughly grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and yanking it over her head is my only option. Ohhh yeah, I was right. Her tits are round, firm, full, and naked—my favorite four adjectives.
Then it hits me. Maybe sex is her bargaining chip. Maybe all this means when we’re done, she’ll give in and sell The End to me. Can’t say I’ve ever been used in this way, but fuck yeah, I’ll pound her stupid if it means getting a clubhouse for the Kings.
I dip my head, and when I suck her nipple, she digs her fingers into my scalp, pulling me closer. Her soft moans radiate through me. Not like the chicks from the strip club, all crazy screaming and writhing. Her moans seep from the back of her throat, all natural, like even she wasn’t expecting it.
I nip at the sensitive flesh, and she offers me the other one, so for the next few minutes, I go from one to the other until her nipples are hard peaks. I’m loving the heat from her body, but I need more. Way fuckin’ more of this woman.
I dig my palm into her wild curly hair, fist it and angle her head until I have full access to her slender neck all the way up to her ear. I suck and then lave the tender column of her neck, then attack her full, soft lips.
I rip at the tab and zipper of her jeans, and they’re so loose, they fall to the floor, giving me a perfect view of exactly what I imagined.
Her flawless tawny skin wraps around her body like a glove, and I know I can’t wait.
I grab a wrap out of my jeans pocket, rip it open with my teeth, then sheath my cock.
Her eyes on me makes me harder. “You like what you see?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I grab on to her hips, ready to hoist her onto the bar, and she stills her eyes wide. Then, without a word, she turns toward the bar, her jeans still pooled around her ankles.
She braces her hands against the bar top and glances at me over her shoulder “This is the way I want it.”
I push my jeans over my hips, and grab her perfect ass. I lick my lips, lean in and suck, then nip her firm flesh. She yelps, then throws me a smile, and I know she likes it, so I do the same to the other cheek.
She wiggles her hips, and my painful cock pulses. I reach around her and wet my fingers with her juice. When she squirms, I dig deeper, pinching her nub between my thumb and forefinger. I twist it again, and when she yells out, her clit clenches around my fingers.
Seems like she’s in more need than me, but I don’t give up. I let her ride out her aftershocks, then I coat my dick with her cream and slide between her luscious cheeks. I squeeze her ass tight around my dick, and it throbs harder until I know I can’t wait any longer.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You ready for me?”
She nods, huffing out a breath. “Yes, do it now.”
Fisting my cock then anchoring my arm around her waist, I lift her until I’ve got her exactly where I want her. I spread my legs wider, and she pushes back, giving me full access to her wet heat.
Bracing one hand against the bar while keeping the other hand tight around her, I thrust in all the way, and she takes me from tip to root. Her wetness surrounds me, with my balls slapping against her ass, and, yeah, I know I’m one step closer to getting the Kings a new clubhouse.
When I nip her shoulder, she bucks against me, driving my dick all the way home. She’s so fuckin’ tight and wet that I don’t know how long I can last, but what a way to make a deal.
“Shit, babe, you feel so fuckin’ good around my cock.”
“Harder, harder,” she moans, and my body takes over.
Pressing my fingers into her hips tighter, I leave my mark as my hips jackhammer into her.
All those newly washed glasses are rattling on the shelves as I spread my legs wider and keep pounding.
Glasses hit the floor and shatter around us, but I keep going, her body drawing me in and milking me in the best way.
“Ohhhhh god,” she yells out. “Keep goin’” She drops her head between her arms, then screams out. She floods my dick with her juice, and it’s all I need.
I pull all the way out and ram my swollen cock into her one, two, three more times until my knees buckle. When my cock explodes, I throw my head back and howl at the ceiling, riding out her aftershocks like I never want this to end.
I collapse against her, keeping her body tight to me, steadying both of us. Feeling like I never wanna let go.
She slowly turns in my arms, her eyes soft. There’s something so vulnerable around all her toughness. The way she gave herself to me without thinking, without any bullshit talk. Just real and in the moment.
I nuzzle my face into her neck, drinking in her scent, then I pull back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed. So totally different than the hellcat who greeted me the last two days, but I can’t let that sway me.
I have to stay on point. I have to make the deal, and if this is what she wants, then I’ll give her more of the same.
I put a few inches between us. “I’m thinking you got a bed or some shit upstairs we can try out next.” I brush her tangle of curls out of her face. “‘Cause I ain’t anywhere near done with you.”
She snuggles into me, and I’m thinking this is gonna be my best day of freedom yet. Hot sex and getting the King’s clubhouse. “‘Cause the next time, I want you spread out under me so I can lick and suck every inch of your amazing body.”
Her eyes snap open, like she’s awakening from a trance. “No.”
“Okay, so you tell me how you want it next time. Believe me, I’m up for some kinky shit as long as I get to sink into your heat again.”
“No.” Her eyes dart to the floor, and she jerks her jeans up.
“All right, so we don’t get too kinky.”
She pulls up her baggy jeans, then retrieves her t-shirt off the bar top and yanks it over her head.
“You all right, babe?”
“This shouldn’t have happened.”
“Whaddya mean? This was all your idea, and now I’m already gearing up for round two.”
“No.” She spins me to the door. “You need to leave—now.”
“Leave?” I grab a handful of my jeans, pulling them up and over my hips.
“Yes, now.” She pushes me until I’m by the door, and I let her ‘cause she’s got me fuck drunk. She keeps pushing me, and I’m thinking this is some kinda game or role play shit, then it hits me.
“Does this have something to do with Viper? Are you afraid of him finding out?”
She swallows hard but doesn’t answer me.
I spin around when she gets me to the door. “I can make it so he never bothers you again.”
“Please, just leave.” She gives me a strong shove. Harder than I would’ve thought possible for a woman about five-foot-six, maybe a buck twenty.
Two seconds later, the door slams in my face, and again I’m standing in the weed-infested parking lot with my jeans falling off my hips.
This time, I bang my fist against the door. “This is fuckin’ bullshit,” I yell through the splintered wood.
I wait, and nothing. Not even the soft sound of her crying. Sure, I could still boot the door, but I’ve never had to beg for it, and I sure ain’t starting now. No matter how soft her skin or how her body melded to mine, or how those needy, tender moans shot straight to my dick and then to my heart.
Ahhh, fuck, my heart? No way, the only reason I had sex with her anyway was ‘cause I thought it would get me the clubhouse. I let her use me thinking then she’d give in, but no. Shit!
I trudge over the cracked cement, fling the rubber into the weeds, then zip up my jeans and fasten my belt.
Pissed off, with a half-hard dick, and totally confused.
Confused at her reaction and pissed off that I let her get to me, and that I didn’t get what I wanted.
I swore to myself I wouldn’t have sex with her, and yet— What the fuck is wrong with me?
Once again I let a woman and my demanding dick stand between me and the Kings.
Well, no more. From now on, I’m playing hardball. She doesn’t wanna sell The End, then fuck her. My devious brain is already working, and once I put it in motion, she’ll have no alternative but to give it up.
I also make a pact with myself to keep whatever this is to myself. No sense in my brothers finding out I dipped my dick in the wrong pussy again, then came out empty-handed.
Nope, from now on, things are going my way, and my brunette beauty—I still didn’t know her fuckin’ name—better be prepared, ‘cause this outlaw wasn’t giving up. Not even close.