Chapter 14
Hush
Everyone had pretty much left me alone yesterday after my blow up with Priest. Whether that was from Lockout asking them to back off or the stormy expression I wore most of the day, it didn’t matter to me. I just needed some space.
That’d been yesterday. Today, I wasn’t going to be blessed with anything of the sort.
The club was having an event. We’d opened up the parking lot of our clubhouse and set up tables and booths.
It was an opportunity for the community to come and check us out.
Technically we were still a one-percent club, but not really.
We killed shit heads, but the public didn’t need to know that.
Lockout liked to put us out there for the community to see.
It was a subtle way to make new contacts.
The vast majority of people would come for food and to look at the bikes.
We’d get the occasional veteran and bike owner who missed the military or riding with a group.
On rare occasions, someone would ask for help.
Today was just about being there for the town, being seen.
Music blasted through the air making my teeth rattle along with the beat. Casting a look that way, I saw Ricochet under a canopy, setting up the next song he was going to play. It was the most relaxed I’d seen him in a while.
“Hey Hush,” a smooth voice purred out.
I bit back the groan and watched as Pixie slinked over toward me.
The name fit her because she was a tiny woman.
She had on a pair of skin tight jean shorts that her ass was hanging out of and a white top that didn’t come down far enough to hide the bottom of her breasts.
She was gorgeous and if a man liked the spinner type she’d happily let him get his dick wet.
She wasn’t my type at all, but for some reason had a thing for me.
Daphne used to tease me about it all the time.
She knew the kind of man I was and never worried that I’d step out on her…
and the thought had never crossed my mind until now.
Only, it wasn’t the petite blonde in front of me I was thinking about.
No, it was a certain dark-haired, husky voiced woman who was only a few inches shorter than me. One I couldn’t get my mind off.
“Pixie,” I said in acknowledgement. My table was set up with everything I’d need to serve drinks. I’d hauled it all out from The Bunker that morning. This kept everyone in one centralized location in case anyone caused trouble.
Relax old man, even at a barbecue you’re setting up a tactical perimeter.
Pixie reached over the table to rub my bicep in what I was sure she thought was a comforting manner.
Her tits were in danger of spilling from both the top and bottom of her shirt at the same time, though I wasn’t sure how that was possible.
The evidence was bouncing right there in front of my eyes, so there was no denying that her poor excuse of a shirt allowed such a thing.
I didn’t miss the way she squeezed my arm.
“Coping a feel a bit early today, Pix,” Riptide chuckled as he and Dash walked up. The sweet butt glared at him, but didn’t respond. He slapped her on the ass. “Get moving, I need to talk to Hush.”
She cast me one forlorn look before obeying him and heading to a different table.
“Not sure if I should say thanks for the rescue, or ask what the fuck you want,” I told him. It was still pretty early and we only had a few die-hard, eager people wandering around our tables.
One old man who always talked everyone’s ear off about how he’d ‘almost joined a motorcycle club’ was buying merchandise from Lockout.
I met my president’s gaze and lifted a brow.
I still suspected he had something to do with my brothers hounding me, but I didn’t bother to ask.
He’d just deny it. Actually, he wouldn’t deny it, he’d just smile maliciously and change the subject.
Lockout went back to helping the guy find his size in the shirt he wanted.
We all put up with Billy because he was seventy years old and harmless.
If a guy our age wanted to shoot off at the mouth with excuses as to why he’d never prospected, we’d shut him up real quick.
We weren’t in the business of demoralizing old men, though.
Dash was busy scanning the lot as well. “How the hell did Butcher and Toxic scam their way out of working the event?” he asked with a scowl. Some of our brothers were better at getting along with the community than others.
Riptide snorted and shook his head. “He didn’t get out of it. The event is the main reason Lock sent Butcher away. Toxic is just along to make sure he stays out of trouble.”
We all chuckled at that. Keeping Butcher out of trouble was a full time job all by itself. Dash noticed someone walk over to his booth and he hurried back over to talk to them.
Riptide took a seat behind my table and looked around, biding his time. Awareness prickled along my skin. “Rip. If you’re here for a rehash of what happened yesterday, I’m not in the mood.”
One side of his mouth curled upward and he scoffed. “Who says that’s what I’m doing? Maybe I just wanted to come hang out with one of my best friends. Besides, it’s too hot out to wrestle with you. Might give you heat stroke.”
We were close. Which was why I knew he was full of shit.
It was also why I allowed him to constantly crack the old guy jokes.
Riptide knew I could hold my own in a fight with him.
I grunted at him and watched as a pack of giggling women came through the gate.
Priest stopped them and checked their IDs.
The last thing we needed was to get busted serving minors.
The rest of our brothers were either working booths or wandering around, acting as security. If anyone got out of line we’d boot their ass out in a heartbeat.
“Heard you have a date tonight,” Riptide finally said, as we watched the women survey the booths.
Annoyance seemed as though it was a constant companion these days. I shot him a warning look. “Knock it off.” This just confirmed my suspicions. Lockout was the only one I’d mentioned the date to because I had to see if he needed me for anything tonight.
“What?” Riptide asked, pasting an innocent expression on his face. Too bad I knew for a fact the fucker hadn’t been innocent since he was thirteen years old.
“Not here.”
“We’re just talking, Hush,” he said, crossing his arms behind his head.
“I think it’s great that you’re going out with her.
” He paused and we watched as Pixie sashayed across the lot, shooting us not-so-subtle looks.
“Though, you might be a bit out of practice. Pixie could help you get back into the rhythm.”
“I haven’t forgotten how to fuck,” I growled at him. “No need to practice.”
“So you are hoping to get lucky.” Riptide sat forward, elbows on his knees looking over at me. “This just keeps getting better and better.”
“Didn’t say that,” I muttered, then sighed. He was like a dog with a damn bone. “We’re just goin’ out to eat.”
He was struggling with himself. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was trying to hold back. Good. I didn’t want him to say it. Hell, I didn’t want him here right now. Why couldn’t they all just leave me alone?
The group of women walked up. I let a slow smile spread over my face. “Afternoon, ladies,” I drawled. Just because I didn’t talk much didn’t mean I couldn’t be charming when I felt like it.
The leader of the group giggled and blushed. “Hi. Can I get a Sex on the Beach?”
Riptide stood up and gave her his own smile. “If he can’t make you the drink, I could help you with that.”
Her laugh grated on my nerves, but I listened as they flirted with each other while I made her drink then got some for her friends. At least she was keeping Riptide busy.
As they walked away, Riptide showing them around, I glanced at my watch. The eagerness welling up inside of me was surprising. I hadn’t been excited to spend time with a woman in far too long.
* * *
That evening, I knocked on Seek’s door. A dog yapped from behind me and I turned and found an older woman eyeballing me as she walked her little rat dog.
I smiled at her, not at all surprised when she sniffed in disdain and kept moving.
My cut, tattoos, and overall dangerous appearance had that effect on people.
The door opened and I turned and all but swallowed my tongue. Seek was in some kind of form fitting dress that was dangerously short and dipped down far enough in the front that my eyes were glued to the swells of her breasts.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I managed to choke out.
She smiled at me when I finally managed to raise my eyes. Her hair was loose and wavy down her back, her eyes dark and smokey, and her lips were painted a murder red.
Kill me now.
She was going to be the focus of every man anywhere we went tonight.
Which meant I was going to have to fucking kill them all.
Her heels put her almost at eye level. I never realized how sexy that could be, a woman tall enough to be imposing like this.
I had to shove my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out to pull her against me.
My mind was busy undressing her and my dick was painfully hard behind my zipper. She was going to be the death of me.
“I wasn’t sure where we were going,” she explained with a shy smile. “It’s so rare I go out, I figured what the hell? Why not dress up, even if it’s to go to McDonalds.”
“You think I’d take you to that shit hole?”
Her laugh was low and husky and caused everything in me to tighten just a bit more. If she wasn’t careful I was going to snap on her. I wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
She turned to lock up her house, then strolled past me. The scent of strawberries floated in her wake and caused my mouth to water. Her little black dress hitched up a bit higher on her silky legs as she strode over to my bike.
I took the opportunity of her back being toward me to adjust my fully erect cock so I wasn’t tenting my pants. Following behind her, I enjoyed the sway of her ass until we stopped at my bike.
“You’re goin’ to ride in that?” I asked.
Her smile was slow and wicked. “I figured your body was going to block any of my naughty bits. I won’t be flashing the entire city as we ride.”
Naughty bits. She knows damn well what she’s doing to me. My tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, I shook my head and got on my motorcycle. My eyes strayed backward as she climbed on behind me and I caught a slight glimpse of panties. My groan was automatic.
“Something wrong?” It was a purr, more than question.
“No,” I told her and waited for her to press that luscious body against mine. As soon as her arms were wrapped around my waist, I started up the bike and pulled away from the curb.
The hot air whipped past us as I drove us over to the restaurant. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine Seek spoke into my ear.
“I love this place!”
I grinned at her over my shoulder. It was a little hole in the wall place out on the edge of town. It was mostly frequented by cowboys and bikers—weekend bikers—but the food was delicious. The steaks were as big as your plate.
“Surprised you’ve heard of it.”
“It’s my mom’s favorite place,” she admitted.
I wrapped my hand around hers and helped her balance as she climbed off my bike. I followed her, stepping in close as she smoothed down her little black dress.
Her breath caught as our eyes locked. My fingers touched her cheek, then slid to grip the back of her neck. I pulled her against me, enjoying the way her curves fit my body. Keeping eye contact with her, I lowered my head slightly and took her mouth in a kiss.
Our tongues danced together as I looped my free arm around her waist, yanking her harder against my body. Her lips were soft and she tasted so sweet. I was ready to say fuck it to dinner and take her home so I could feast on her all night.
When she pulled back, breaking the kiss, I let her go, though it was the last thing I wanted to do. Her eyes were hooded, lips parted, and the longing to go somewhere that I wouldn’t have to share her hit me in the gut like a fist. I wanted to be the only one to stare at her, to receive her smiles.
At this moment I realized I should have arranged dinner at my place.
I could’ve had her—this luscious amazon—all to myself.
Then again, the idea of having dinner with her with all my brothers watching wasn’t appealing either.
The temptation to walk into the restaurant, drop all my cash into the manager's hand and chase everyone out, just to be alone with her was almost too tempting to resist.
Instead, reality snuck back in and took control of my brain. I took her by the hand and led her inside. I wiped at my mouth with the sleeve of my Henley.
“It’s no smudge,” she said. I looked over at her in confusion. “My lipstick. It doesn’t come off.” She rubbed her thumb over her bottom lip then showed it to me.
My cock jerked behind my jeans watching her make that move. I wanted to see her suck on it so I could imagine what it would feel like to sink my length between her lips. To feel the wet heat of her mouth encase me.
Her eyebrows rose and I cleared my throat. “Oh.”
She laughed and shook her head as I jerked open the door. Her husky laugh caught the attention of every man sitting inside. Even the eighty-year-old grandfather of the owner was watching her.
God help me if he has a heart attack thanks to her.
Glaring at everyone—especially Harv since he liked to use his age to get special treatment from the ladies—I led her back to an empty table. I yanked a chair out for her and mean mugged the few guys who were being stubborn about keeping their eyes off my woman.