Chapter Nine
The slamming of the office door pulls my attention away from the Harley I’ve been staring at for the last hour.
It shouldn’t take me this long to get the drive shaft off this bike, but my mind keeps circling back to the conversation I had with Dex and George yesterday.
I’ve had them looking for the man who hurt my Birdie, but it’s like looking for a needle in a goddamn haystack.
Dex and George have been going through all her old social media accounts and emails.
They’ve even been looking through archived security footage from her old apartment building and job.
Without at least some shred of information about this fucker, Dex isn’t sure if he’ll be able to find the guy.
He warned me not to get my hopes up but said he had one more thing he was going to work backward through. Whatever that means.
I’m not okay with that. I’m not okay that this guy is basically a fucking ghost. It’s making me crazy to think that he could be somewhere here in Miami and could potentially grab her again.
I promised to keep her safe, but I can’t keep my promise if I don’t know who the enemy is, and that is stressing me the fuck out.
It’s also making me want to drink. The urge to drink has been much stronger this week, but I vowed that I wouldn’t fuck this up with Birdie, and I won’t.
Just this morning, I went with her to a meeting.
I didn’t realize how much it would help to listen to others share their trials and triumphs, but it really did.
Catching movement in the office, I see Birdie talking animatedly to Knox with a big smile on her face.
I know I shouldn’t feel jealous because that smile means she’s either talking about Nash or me, but those smiles are mine.
I can’t help it. I’m a selfish bastard when it comes to her, and I don’t like sharing her attention with anyone but Nash.
I narrow my eyes when he smiles and nods at my woman as he leaves the office. A moment later, he’s pushing through the heavy metal door and smirking.
“Better watch yourself, flirting with my woman like that,” I only half-heartedly joke, making him laugh.
“My bad, VP. Was just trying to be nice to the girl. She was telling me about Nash learning to ride his bike. Didn’t mean any disrespect, brother.
” Running my hands through my hair, I shift my eyes from him to the window.
She was so happy watching me teach Nash.
She’s been through so much, and it is important that she knows she’s got all our support.
“Thanks, Knox.”
“It’s my job as Enforcer to watch everyone’s back,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. I guess he has a point.
“What was all that shit with you and Rock about last night? I was going to stick around and talk to Viper about it, but Birdie was getting tired.”
“He’s a fucking asshole, is what the problem is.
And it’s not because of G. She’s fucking perfect, but he treats her like shit, and I hate fucking seeing it.
Now, he’s evidently done something to make her want to leave because she told Viper yesterday that it’s time for her to move on.
If he hurt her, Sparrow . . . brother or not, I’ll feed his ass to your fucking gators down in the swamp.
I keep trying to remember when he became this fucking asshole, ya know?
His bullshit goes back way before she even showed up here.
He’s been acting like a douchebag ever since he came back from his last extended trip to New York eighteen months ago.
He’s my brother, and I’ll do my job and be civil, but that’s about all I have left for him. ”
“You know, now that you mention it, you’re right. He was fine before he went up there. I’m usually not one to get into another brother’s business, but I’m going to reach out to Maverick and see if he knows anything. He keeps his finger on the pulse of everyone in the Rochester clubhouse.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” he agrees. Hopefully, I can figure out what the fucking problem is because having drama between brothers is bad for club morale.
“Enough about Rock. Did you need something, or were you just coming by to shoot the shit? Either way, I’m grateful for the distraction,” I admit as I look back through the window at the woman who’s starting to own my heart.
“You got it bad, VP,” he chuckles.
“Tell me about it. So . . . What can I do for you?”
“I’ve been contracted to build a Harley-Davidson Custom Road King. The guy wants a stretched bagger, and I’m looking for a frame and anything else I can repurpose or modify. The budget is tight, so anything I can use to cut some of the costs will be great.”
“Let’s go inside and ask Birdie. She’s been cataloging everything into the computer and shelving it for easier access. Guess we’re going to get to test out her system.”
“Oh boy,” he sniggers.
Walking into the office, I barely suppress my groan when I find her bent over, sorting through the filing cabinet.
She’s been working hard to get the office organized.
I believe her exact words were “brought into the twenty-first century”.
We haven’t done too badly, considering we haven’t had anyone working steadily in the office for a while.
The last person we had only lasted a couple of months before she got too infatuated with Wrath, and I had to fire her.
“Looking good, baby.”
“Thanks, babe. It’s been a slow process, but it’s getting there.”
“Wasn’t talking about this shit, woman,” I inform her, prowling in her direction. It’s impossible to be near and not want my hands on her. Looping my arms around Birdie’s back, I pull her in for a quick touch of lips.
“Sierra, think you can help me find some parts for a 2016 Road King?” Knox asks, smirking as his eyes bounce between my woman and me.
“Of course. You need anything before I help him find what he needs, babe?” My cock kicks at the endearment. I certainly need something. It’s going to have to wait until we no longer have an audience, though.
“Naw, babe. I’m good. You help him.” With another kiss to Birdie’s plump, peach-flavored lips and a pat on her ass, I head back into the bay and start stripping usable parts off the Harley I’d been working on.
I get so lost in the task that I don’t even realize how much time has passed until Knox whistles through the open bay and waves that he’s leaving.
Lifting my chin in acknowledgment, I pull the rag from my back pocket and wipe the grease from my hands as I make quick work of closing the overhead door.
Once it’s secured, I head for the office in search of my woman.
I’ve been fighting a semi since I saw her ass on display an hour ago.
As soon as I round the corner into her office, I pull the door closed and lock it.
“What are you doing?” Birdie asks, watching me closely.
“If you don’t want grease on your clothes, you better start stripping, baby,” I suggest as I move around the desk and take her chair.
Pulling out my cock, I start to stroke it as she hurriedly strips down to her birthday suit.
I take in her every curve as she plucks her nipple and slides her hand between her legs.
“Come to me.” A feral growl slips past my lips as she swings her hips seductively.
I can smell her arousal the closer she gets, and once she’s within reaching distance, I pounce.
Slinging my arm around her hips, I pull her to straddle my thighs as I line myself up and slide her onto my aching cock. We both cry out as I fill her expertly.
“Fuck. You feel so good, baby,” I praise, holding her waist as she rides me.
“God, babe. I’m so close already,” she wails when I smack her ass. Doubling her efforts, she rolls her hips faster as I rock her on my dick. With her head thrown back in ecstasy, her hair brushes the tops of my knees as she grinds her clit against my pelvis.
“Hurry, baby,” I urge. Her pussy feels so good wrapped around me that I’m not going to be able to last much longer.
“So close,” she pants. Leaning forward, I take the nipple that’s been teasing me into my mouth and suck deep, causing her walls to ripple.
“Sparrow!” she screams as I bite down on the hardened peak.
“Oooh,” she repeatedly moans as she falls apart in my arms. Burying my face in her chest, I roar as her orgasm triggers my own, and her pussy milks my cock dry. I hold Birdie close, feeling her heart beat with mine as we both come down from the high.
“Could hold you forever, just like this,” I whisper into her breasts.
As the thought hits me, I make a mental note to call Storm and have him order her property cut.
I’ve been thinking about it for the last couple of days.
It’s really fast, but everything with Sierra has felt like it’s meant to be since the moment I picked her up in New York.
“At work?” she asks as she wiggles her ass in my lap. My cock thickens at the idea of round two. “Oh no, babe. I have more work to do,” she scolds.
I watch in amusement as she slides off my dick and immediately starts bitching about my cum, and how we’re making a mess in her office.
She grabs her clothes and waddles to the bathroom to clean herself up.
I’m still trying to talk my dick down when she emerges, and she must hear me because she bursts out laughing.
“Are you talking to your penis?” She laughs.
“Yeah. Come here. He wants to tell you something,” I tease, reaching for her. She dashes toward the door, shrieking and laughing when I move to grab her.
“Come back here, woman,” I growl. Jumping to my feet, I tuck in my dick and round the desk after her. As I come through the door, I almost barrel over her since I don’t expect her to be standing there.
“Can I help you?” My head snaps in the direction of the front counter. There’s a man standing at the counter looking at Birdie in a way that gives me the chills. Something about the man feels off, so I position my body in front of hers so he can’t see her anymore.