THIRTY
Tequila
We decided it was a bad idea to get out of bed, so now I'm running late. We spent the entire day snuggled up in his sheets. Talking about what? I can’t even remember. Everything. It felt so right. So easy. It was refreshing after our back and forth and I found the sought-after relief.
By the time I changed, Throttle had already finished showering and getting dressed. He was also in a rush, having informed Chain about the need for a meeting regarding our encounter last night.
I quickly search my closet and slip into the first thing I find clean: a short miniskirt.
Great.
I grab a sweater and pull it over my head before rushing downstairs.
“Jesus Christ.” Throttle eyes me up and down and then prowls over to me. “I’m trying really hard not to send you back upstairs and demand you wear the loosest fitting pair of pants you own.”
“Which would be none. I’m already late.” I go to buzz past him, but he clutches my wrist and crashes his mouth to mine.
The kiss sends me spiraling with lust, filling every bone in my body.
“Fuck work. Fuck tonight. Let’s go back upstairs so I can take this little thing off you and claim you forever.”
There's a fluttering sensation down below, and I'd give anything for it to keep happening.
“Ugh, if only.” I pat his chest. “Come on, big boy, we gotta go before Chain has both our asses.”
“I want yours.” Throttle runs a hand from the back of my thigh and cups a bare ass cheek, then stills. “Naughty. Naughty. My little rose.”
Yup. No underwear.
“What can I say?” I shrug, walking toward the door. “I find teasing you is my new favorite thing.”
“You will be the death of me.”
Once we arrive at the club, Throttle separates from me and goes upstairs for church with the rest of the guys. I steal a few glances before they fade away from sight, unsure if he'll tell me what they discuss. I know how unlikely that will be considering club business is club business.
Despite the slow evening, I'm glad for Maggie's company as she sits down at the bar. “Hi, darlin’. Vodka, please.” Her smile reaches her eyes.
“Of course. Coming right up.”
“You’re glowing and from the way you haven’t stopped smiling, I’d say your night was quite eventful.” She smirks and I blush.
I set down her drink. “I guess you can say it was… well, magical.”
“Hallelujah!” She slams a palm down and the customer at the far end of the bar jumps. “It’s about damn time. Took our boy long enough.”
“I didn’t say it was Throttle.”
“Honey. You didn’t have to. By the way you’re shining like a damn Christmas tree, there couldn’t have been any other man.” She smiles over her glass.
“Fine. Yes, it was Throttle.” I laugh.
God. I really have sex written all over my face.
“It’s official then. Thank goodness. Maybe he’ll go back to being his charming self. We were getting tired of the emotional, mopey Throttle.”
I laugh, aware of the side of him she is referring to.
As I towel a glass, I glance at the stairs and Maggie notices.
“Don’t you worry yourself. Our men will take care of it.”
“There was a woman. Someone found her dead, and only God knows what else occurred before her murder. It's impossible for me not to be afraid for the rest of them. If there are more victims, will they be rescued in time? They have to, right?” My voice quivers.
Maggie sighs and gives a nod of agreement. “These crimes have persisted for too long, but our boys can stop them.”
“Why not get the police involved?” I whisper, checking if the customer has overheard me. When I notice him using his phone, I carry on. “They have to do something. It’s their job.”
“The heat will try to help the best way they can, dear, but unfortunately, they are only capable of doing so much.” Her eyes sink into mine. A silent telling. I know what she means. I understand the difference between them and the club. What the Chains risk. She pats my hand.
Maggie stays and keeps me company until the guys wrap up their meeting and they come thundering downstairs.
Since we’re slow, I sneak to the supply room. Throttle's eyes never leave me as desire builds up between us.
I rush in, cautiously stepping back, expecting him to follow. I'm already excited because it feels like a game. All but kicking and squealing and I swear I sense him before he walks through the door. I always know. There’s a strong aura in his presence.
“My girl. Are you trying to run from me?”
“I’d hardly consider this running away. But if I say yes, will you catch me?” I went back until I hit the shelf.
This seems familiar.
He stalks me with a predatory intent, then rests his body on mine. “I’d chase you. Find you. Keep you. And then fuck you. Every. Damn. Time.” He jerks me forward and his rock-hard length presses against me.
Ugh. He feels too good.
I’m powerless around him and would easily crumble. My feelings for him are so intense that a mere touch could ignite me into flames. The connection between us is so strong. A unique and irreplaceable sensation.
“And this skirt. How you tease me. How I find it impossible to stop imagining my cock deep inside you while you wear this tiny thing.” His warm breaths pierce my skin.
I smile. “Throttle. We can’t do this here. I should get back.” Even though I love teasing him.
His touch grazes my dampness before he thrusts two fingers inside me.
I cry out. Almost scream, but I bite my lip.
“You’re soaked for me.”
“Because I want you and need you so badly, Throttle.” I press into him, riding his hand, and I’m on the verge of another magical orgasm.
There’s a quick chill of air when he flaps my skirt up, bunching it in his fist as I continue to grind.
I thrust to him while holding onto the shelving for support.
Yes! Yes!
He drops his jeans, freeing his massive penis and my tongue goes across my lips, hungry, thirsty for more.
“You know the rules. I want you to come on my dick. Not my hand.” He secures my head in his palm for safety and lifts my thigh, keeping it raised. He moves in, fire surrounding us, and in one quick motion, his cock is inside me.
Stars—stars fill my vision, blurring it with pure bliss. This is an addiction I can never escape.
“I will never get enough of this pussy, Tequila. Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good, babe.”
I grab his hair, my head tilts back, and I release a suppressed scream. So I thought. The shelf shakes with every thrust, and when he raises my leg higher for a deeper angle, I can't control myself. I explode. And so does Throttle. It's like he deliberately waited for our bodies to come together, resulting in a more passionate moment, and I've never experienced it to this extent.
With heavy breathing and our foreheads touching, I realize we had sex in the supply room, small enough to be called a closet, at my job. At his club.
“Do you think they heard us?” I ask.
“They heard. There’s no way they didn’t.” He grins.
How mortifying.
Throttle backs away, fixing my skirt, and kisses my forehead. “Ready?”
“For getting fired? Yeah. I suppose. Oh, and I have your cum dripping out of me.”
“Fuck. I love how that sounds coming from your pretty mouth.” He kisses me again. “Chain will not fire you.”
“I just left the bar and had sex in his storage room. I’m for sure getting canned.”
“One.” Throttle kisses my cheek. “He won’t fire you. You would have to mess up severely. And two.” He lays another to the side of neck. “I’ll just say it was my fault, dragging you in here against your will.”
“Yes. Because it sounded like it happened that way.”
He smiles, showing off his one-sided dimple. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Hand in hand, we step out and declare our official status as a couple, causing applause and whistling to break out. My face is burning, and I turn and bury my head into Throttle's powerful chest.
Every club member, including the random customer sitting at the bar, is smiling and clapping.
I peak over Throttle’s shoulder, and Tank’s by the pool table, sounding out a two-finger mouth whistle.
“I think I’m going to die,” I say into his leather cut.
“At least we won’t have to tell everyone now.” He kisses my head.
“Congrats, brother. And welcome to the club.” Charger claps Throttle on the shoulder.
“And what club is that?” Throttle tightens his arm around me, and I smile awkwardly next to his side.
“The hopelessly in love, couldn’t believe I waited this long, club.”
“Oh. That one. Yeah, I’d say I was already in it.”
I gasp out loud. My heart hammers and I look up at Throttle, but he doesn’t return the glance.
Did he… did he just confess he loves me?