Chapter Eight
ALL THAT REALLY MATTERS
I look from Sparrow’s bike, then back to him with my brows raised in question. “How exactly do you expect me to get on there wearing this?” I ask, pointing from his bike to my skirt that hugs my curves like a second skin.
“With your skirt . . . like this.” Moving in behind me, he smoothes his hands down my hips to the hem, then yanks it up to my waist.
“Babe!” I shriek.
“Like you calling me that, baby,” he growls in my ear before lifting me onto the seat and placing his cut on my shoulders. The leather is warm and heavy and hangs around my sides far enough to hide the view of my panties.
“Like my colors on your back even better.” The heat in his eyes has me wondering if we’re going to make it out of the driveway.
Just as I’m about to ask him if he wants to take this party back inside, his stomach rumbles, and I remember we’re supposed to be going to breakfast before we head to the yard.
“Feed me, babe,” I tease.
“You got it, baby,” he replies, climbing on in front of me and hitting the ignition. When he revs the engine, I fist his shirt as the vibrations hum against my center. Shit, he’s gonna make me come.
The bastard laughs all the way to the diner and, all the way to the scrapyard after breakfast as he mercilessly tries to make me orgasm with his bike.
As he backs into a spot by the door, I continue to stroke my fingers across the heated skin of his abdomen, completely wrung out. I’m thinking maybe he was right when he told me I shouldn’t wear this today. Especially now that my panties are soaked.
“What’s wrong, babe?” The big shit smirks.
“You know what’s wrong, and you did it on purpose.”
“Told you not to wear that, Birdie. You look sexy as fuck in it, but you’ll be covered in grease by the time we leave this evening.”
“Shut up.” I pout as I climb off and yank my skirt down, heading inside. Stomping through the lobby, I bypass Wrath, who’s looking at me with concern as I move into the office. I’m sure my heated cheeks gave me away.
Biting my lip, I sling my bag onto the loveseat and reach across the desk to press the button on the answering machine.
When I go to raise up, Sparrow presses his hips into my backside, grinding against me.
My breathing accelerates when he hikes my skirt up to my naval and shoves his hand in my panties.
“Don’t be mad, baby,” he chuckles, stroking my swollen clit.
“I need you,” I moan as he slowly slides his fingers inside my weeping core.
“You have me, baby.” He nips my ear before dragging his tongue across the tender flesh to soothe the sting.
“Please, babe. Stop teasing me.” I pout.
“Tell me what you want, Birdie. Say it, and it’s yours,” he coos as he grinds his monster cock against me.
“Braxton! I want you to fuck me!”
“Don’t you worry, Birdie. I’m going to fuck you.” With every growled word in my ear, I want him more. Finally taking pity on me, he frees himself, slides my panties to the side, and surges inside me.
“Yes!” I shout.
Realizing how loud I’m being, I slap my hand over my mouth only to have it tugged away.
“That’s . . . mine! Let me . . . hear it,” he grunts out as his hips slam against me. He secures both my hands behind my back and uses them as leverage as he rams into me harder and harder.
“Wrath . . . will . . . hear me,” I manage to say as he continues to ruthlessly fuck me against the desk. I know I’ll have bruises as my hip bones continue to bounce off the unforgiving surface.
“Good!” he grunts as he thrusts into me, sending me sailing into ecstasy as my vision dims. After several more sharp thrusts, he holds himself deep and roars out my name.
“Don’t move, babe.” I grab a fistful of his shirt, which is all I can reach.
“What? Why?” he questions.
“When you pull out, your cum is going to make a mess.” When he starts to laugh, his softening cock slips free, and the jackass slides my panties back into place to catch his release.
“Seriously?”
“Baby. You were worried about the mess. Now my cum will stay inside you where it belongs,” he says as he licks the side of my neck, making me shiver.
Bikers are such damn cavemen. Pounding their chests and pissing on things they deem their property.
It’s so archaic but damn if it isn’t hot as shit too.
Releasing my wrists, he helps me off the desk before tucking himself back into his jeans. I melt when he pulls me into his arms and presses his lips to mine. As he leans back to look at me, he asks, “You good, baby? Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, honey. I’m fine,” I confess as I snuggle into his chest.
“I need to get some work done, but I hate being away from you. You going to be okay in here alone?” sighing the last part, he steps back as he takes in my expression.
“I’m good. I need to get all these invoices filed away, which is going to take months to do.” I laugh and look around at the papers that are literally scattered everywhere.
In what has become his signature move, he pecks my lips, pats my ass, and leaves me reeling after rocking my world.
Now, to tackle the mess in this office.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been sorting invoices when there’s a knock on the door. Looking up from the papers sprawled across my desk, I shout, “Come in.”
I grin as Wrath peeks around the door, checking that the coast is clear before opening it fully and coming in with a delicious-smelling bag dangling from his fingers.
“Please tell me you’re going to share what’s in that bag.”
“Not sharing. Got you your own.”
I’ve only talked with Wrath a couple of times but never really paid much attention to anything other than the fact he looks like a rougher version of Channing Tatum. Giving him my full attention, I’m reminded of how handsome he is.
“Something on my face?” he asks, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket.
“No,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat.
Just as he’s passing out the grinders, Sparrow comes through the door, most likely guided by his nose.
“Hungry, babe?” I ask, standing from my chair as he comes around the desk. Once he sits down in my chair, I climb into his lap, not wasting any time digging into my lunch.
“I’m starving. Worked up an appetite,” he teases, biting my neck.
“If y’all fuck, I want to watch,” Wrath says, making me freeze when I see that he’s completely serious.
“No,” Sparrow and I say at the same time.
“Just asking.” He shrugs his shoulders like he asks people all the time if he can watch them have sex.
Figuring what the hell, I shrug my shoulders too and focus on eating my lunch.
Holding my sandwich over the paper as I take a bite, I watch as Wrath reaches behind him to turn up the radio.
I freeze when he starts singing Jason Aldean’s That’s What Tequila Does.
Holy shit, he sounds just like him! I listen as he closes his eyes and pours his heart out.
When the song ends and he opens his eyes, I can see the heartbreak floating just below the surface.
“Heading out.” Without another word, he’s gone, leaving me wondering who it was that hurt my new friend.
Sparrow and I finish our lunch and work for a couple more hours before calling it quits. We make a pit stop at the cabin for a quick shower before going over to the clubhouse.
Since he has a meeting with a couple of his brothers, and G has invited me to come hang out for Dancing with the Stars night, we decided to come early.
I still can’t wrap my head around a bunch of rough and rowdy bikers getting excited over a show about ballroom dancing, but according to G, they really get into it.
I find out just how much as we’re walking into the clubhouse.
Lo and behold, two bikers are waltzing around the common room with their hands holding onto a pair of club girls.
As I take in the scene, I can’t control the laugh that bursts out.
To be fair, I’m actually a little impressed at how fluid their steps are.
When the melody playing from someone’s phone comes to an end, I stick my fingers in my mouth and whistle loudly, giving them the standing ovation they deserve.
“What the fuck are you doing, prospects?” Sparrow snaps. He looks mad, but I’m not sure why. It’s quite obvious they were just having some fun. When he glances down and sees me smiling, his entire being softens.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yeah. They were great. Didn’t you think?”
“They’re not supposed to be fucking around when there’s work to do. But if seeing them act like morons makes you smile like that, then I’ll let it slide.”
“You’re so sweet. Thank you, honey.” I lean into his side, hugging his arm to my chest.
“Only for you, Birdie. Only for you.” I have a feeling he really means that.
I giggle when he gives the prospects another menacing look as we pass them on our way to the kitchen. I wave over my shoulder and wink as Sparrow pulls me through the swinging door.
“Hey, girl! Hey, Sparrow!” Peeking under Sparrow’s arm, I find G looking over her shoulder and smiling brightly.
Every time I see her, she has a big ol’ smile on her face.
There’s something about her that doesn’t quite feel like it belongs here.
She doesn’t look like the kind of woman that would be hanging out and hooking up with a bunch of bikers.
There’s an air about her that screams classy.
I know what it’s like to pretend, to do whatever you have to do for safety, and I have a feeling maybe she does too.
“Hey, G. How’s it going, sweetie?” I ask.
“Going good. I’m just getting everything prepped for tonight.” The counters are covered with the ingredients for pizza. I know when Kierra gets here with Nash, he’ll be in hog heaven with tonight’s dinner.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, looking around just as several girls come through the swinging door.
“Right there,” she laughs.
“Come on, baby,” Sparrow says, moving toward a darkened staircase that leads down into the basement. I tug my hand from his and step back as my heart starts to beat rapidly.