Chapter 7 Tarzan
Chapter seven
Tarzan
After Teddy was finally in bed and resting properly, I closed the door and sighed. This night had turned into a royal mess. My protective big brother instincts told me I should have been home with Teddy. Maybe I could have prevented this from happening.
Logically, there was no guarantee the outcome would have been any different.
Heading back to the common room of the clubhouse, I went straight to Ironside, seated at the bar with a whiskey.
“Where is he?” I demanded, my voice pitched low.
Ironside retrieved a cigar from his cut pocket, looking unconcerned.
“You have to give me more specifics than that, Prospect.”
“The son of a bitch who shot my brother instead of me,” I replied. “Where is he?”
Ironside lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“I told Bruiser and Recoil to take him somewhere else. Away from here. Away from you.”
I frowned. “Why?”
Ironside patted down his pockets until he found a matchbook. Then lit his cigar, inhaling a deep, slow drag of the smoke before releasing it. His unhurried demeanor was infuriating, but he was the Vice President and my superior officer. I couldn’t rush him if he didn’t want to be rushed.
At last, Ironside spoke.
“I had an educated guess that as soon as you found out your brother was hurt, you would be on the war path. Looks like I was right.”
I gritted my teeth. “Don’t tell me you’re letting that bastard go.”
Ironside huffed with amusement. “Hell no. We’re not turning him over to the cops, either. That would be a fucking pointless exercise.”
“So, what are you doing with him?”
Ironside deliberated for a moment, studying his cigar.
“That’s club business and you’re not necessarily privy to it yet, Prospect. Not until you earn your patch.”
“Come on,” I coaxed. “Don’t leave me in the dark.”
He thought about it, pinning me with a long look.
“Hillbilly and I agreed that we needed to send back a little message of our own. We decided to take a finger and mail it to the Filthy Rebels. Then we dropped the fucker in the mountains and told him to walk home. Between wolves, wild cats, and hypothermia, I bet he’ll think twice about taking aim at any of us again. ”
“That’s brutal,” I replied.
“It’s more mercy than you would have given him,” Ironside countered.
I couldn’t argue with that. Especially when it came to protecting the people I cared about, I had a reputation for holding nothing back.
“Get that curvy little beauty out of here, Prospect,” Ironside said.
“Trooper will be pumped full of painkillers and sleep like the dead all night. We’ll keep an eye on him.
There’s no point in hanging around with nothing to do besides worry and fret.
I doubt the Filthy Rebels will try anything else tonight. But if they do, we’ll call you.”
I glanced over at Keely where she was seated with Lila. They were deep in conversation over tea and a plate of cookies. When Psycho tried to sneak one, Lila swatted his hand with a murderous look.
“Where did you get those?” he demanded. “I searched every inch of the kitchen for cookies yesterday and didn’t find a single one.”
“This is my secret stash,” Lila said. “If I told you where they were hidden, you boys would demolish every damn crumb when I wasn’t looking.”
“But you’re sharing with Tarzan’s girl,” Psycho pointed out.
“Because she’s cuter than you. And I’m hoping that if I bribe her, she might let me borrow that fabulous dress she’s wearing one day.”
Keely blushed at the compliment. She seemed more at ease with Lila than before, but the strain on her face was still noticeable. Tonight must have been hard on her, but she did her best to roll with the punches and adapt. I should have taken her home first, without getting her involved in all this.
Crossing the room, I interrupted to take Keely’s hand.
“Time to go, sweetheart.”
Keely and Lila exchanged numbers, chatting about plans to meet up and go clothes shopping some time next week. But when we were in my truck, Keely visibly sagged.
“What the hell is going on, Tarzan? I have so many questions, and on the other hand, I don’t even know what to ask at this point.”
I sighed. Then I told her everything, from start to finish. Moving to California. Joining the Desert Howlers MC. Falling in love with Stevie. Trying to earn my patch with the Reckless Order. And now, this threat from a neighboring club to our territory.
Keely didn’t say anything while she listened. I pulled up to her apartment building and shut off the engine. When I was finished, silence filled the cab of my truck for nearly a full minute.
“This is a lot to take in,” I admitted. “And I would completely understand if you never wanted to see me again because of it. But…” I paused.
“I was supposed to take that bullet today. Not Teddy. Which means you could be targeted by association, too. So, I’ll keep watch tonight to make sure you’re safe.
And if I’m not around, then another biker will be assigned to protect you.
I swear, I will not let anything happen to you. ”
She nodded. I circled around to the passenger side, opening Keely’s door.
Using my body to shield her from the street, we headed inside and up to the second floor.
I waited, scanning the hallway, while she unlocked her apartment.
As she pushed the door open, she turned, grabbed me by the front of my shirt, and pulled me in for a hard, hungry kiss.
I braced a hand on the door frame to catch my balance. With my free hand, I caught her around the waist, molding her body into mine.
“I must be crazy,” she rasped, barely breaking away to speak. “I should be deleting your number, cutting all ties, and never looking back. But…I want you now more than ever. Even if…even if you get hurt—God forbid—and we only have one night together.”
Keely tugged me into her apartment and I stumbled after her. Flicking the light on, she had barely shut the door behind us when I pinned her against it, guiding her leg up around my waist and grinding into her. She gasped, her pupils dark with lust.
“Lift your skirt for me, sweetheart,” I growled into the curve of her neck. “Then get those panties off.”
Keely bit her lip, fumbling to grab swaths of airy fabric. She slid the lacy scrap of her panties down her legs and kicked them aside. I licked at the heaving swell of her tits, tasting the sweetness of her skin with a flick of my tongue. She gave a needy whine, arching into me.
Gripping my wrist, Keely shoved my hand between the soft warmth of her thick thighs. I chuckled at her impatience, but I gave her what she craved. Stroking my finger along her pussy. Circling her clit.
“Oh my God, yes,” Keely breathed, pushing her hips into my hand.
She frantically unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers mapping the muscles and ink of my torso. I stripped her blouse off and unhooked her strapless bra, revealing the dusky pink of her nipples. Sucking one into my mouth, I slid two fingers into her slick pussy at the same time.
Keely let out a moan that went straight to my cock, surging against my zipper. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Losing herself in the pleasure of it all. I twisted and curled my fingers upward, savoring the way her pussy clenched around me.
The most exquisitely wrecked sound tore from Keely’s throat as she trembled on the brink of orgasm.
“Eyes on me,” I said, angling her chin to meet my gaze. “Gush all over my fingers like a good girl, and you can come for a second time on my cock.”
Keely blew out a breath, twisting her hand into my shirt. She rolled her hips desperately, dripping into my palm. I pulled her close for a kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
At last, she shattered, losing her rhythm as her muscles seized.
I swallowed the sweet little noises she made, stroking and massaging my fingers along her spasming walls. My cock was painfully hard by now and I couldn’t wait another moment to finally be inside her.
Keely must have read my mind because she grappled with my belt, pushing me back to the couch. As soon as I was seated, she was between my knees, peeling my fly open. When she wrapped her soft hand with her cherry-red fingernails around my raging cock, I bucked up into her grip.
She grinned, dragging her tongue along my length.
“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” I croaked.
“You promised I could have my wicked way with you, remember?” Keely replied in a playfully sweet tone.
She unraveled me with every measured stroke of her hand. Twisting her wrist, or smoothing her thumb over the crown of my cock to make me shudder.
“You almost sound like…” I said in a strangled voice. “You might have been plotting exactly what you wanted to do as soon as I made that promise—”
Words failed me when Keely kissed the tip of my cock, leaving behind smudges of lipstick in a beautiful mess. She cupped my balls, swirling the flat of her tongue over my tip. A flood of delirious pleasure washed over me.
“Fuck, yes, sweetheart, right there,” I groaned, resting my head back against the couch.
Keely gave a pleased little hum that vibrated along my length. My balls tightened, threatening to send me over the edge at any moment.
Reaching down, I lifted Keely into my lap. She made a high-pitched noise of surprise, gathering her skirts up with anticipation. After digging a condom out of my pocket, I hurried to roll it on.
Then Keely and I held our breath as she settled over my cock and sank down. I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t blow my load as her scorching heat enveloped me. She braced her hands on my chest and her eyes lit up with every inch until I was fully buried inside her.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. Keely panted and her walls fluttered. I clutched her hips with a bruising grip, fighting to hold out.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked.
She nodded, biting her lower lip. “You really are big all over, aren’t you?”
“Is it too much?” I replied, concerned.
“Pinchs a little,” Keely admitted, squeezing her thighs, carefully canting her hips at a slow angle.
Ruffling around under her skirts, I found her clit and massaged it with my thumb. A sigh escaped her lips and her body eased.
“Better?” I ventured.
She nodded again. After taking some time to adjust, Keely began to move, rocking back and forth on my cock. I caressed her tits, kneading them, sucking and licking at her nipples. She pressed her cheek to the top of my head, using my shoulders for leverage to ride me harder.
The slick grip of her pussy was audible in the room, mingled with the rustle of clothing. I squeezed her thighs and ass, coaxing her up and down until my length was coated in her cream.
“That’s it, baby,” I said. “Fall apart for me. You can do it.”
Keely kept grinding on my cock, even when my orgasm slammed into me. I came with a groan, thrusting deep one last time. I frantically rubbed her clit, desperate to take her with me.
She flung her head back, fingernails gouging into my chest, red welts marking my skin amid the black tattoo ink. Fully seated on my cock, she squirmed and pulsed, milking every last drop out of me with the force of her orgasm.
Fuck, she was gorgeous like this—half-naked, arching with ecstasy, coming undone.
I wanted to recreate this moment with her on our wedding night. Smudged lipstick and tangled curls. Her dress pushed up around her hips. Watching her ride my cock until she was shaking and I was dripping out of her.
I cupped Keely’s cheek in my palm, sweeping my thumb over her lower lip. The post-orgasm haze began to clear from her eyes as she looked down at me.
A primal certainty settled over me.
One day in the near future, I would have the privilege of calling this woman my wife.