by Blair Grey
I’d been open with her and now she seemed to be doing the same with me. At least a little. It was obvious that getting to know her would take some time. But I could be patient.
“You should know how I eat if we’re going to be going out on somewhat of a regular basis.” She took a bite of the lobster. “Oh, God, this is good.”
“So, lobster is a yes.” I took a drink of my wine as I watched her light up as she ate the food.
Nodding, she moaned. And I found myself wanting to hear that same moan a bit later on. Before she even swallowed, her cell went off. The expression in her face changed immediately. She’d put her purse on the floor by her feet and took the phone out of it. “Shit. Sorry, I’ve gotta take this.” Swiping the screen, she put the phone to her ear. “Now what?”
I could hear a little of what the woman on the other side of the conversation said, “He’s not going down easy, Tequila. He says you’ve ignored a vote by the members of The Keepers and he’s not going to sit back and let you do whatever you want.”
“Can’t he just chill out until Monday?” she asked. “That’s all I’m asking for is a weekend.”
“He said that you’ve had all week to do as they’ve asked and he’s not about to let things keep going.”
“I’m not going to jump for him. Tell him to talk to Amanda to set up an appointment with me on Monday. And I don’t want any more phone calls either, Sandra. I mean it.”
Before she ended the call, Sandra said, “He’s not going to take that well. You know that.”
“Fuck him.” Ending the call with a furious swipe, she put the phone back into her purse. “I hate that guy.” More wine poured down her throat then she sighed. “Why do some people have to think they know it all and that everyone should do as they think?”
“What’s going on?” I felt as if she was skirting around an issue for some reason.
“No. Let’s eat.” She stabbed more salad. “This meal is too good to waste.”
Feeling like some food in her stomach might help her calm down, I didn’t ask anything else as we finished our meals. And since the phone hadn’t beckoned her while we ate, I didn’t want to bring up anything that might take her right back to the mood she’d been in before. “So, I’ve got some candles lit in the bath.”
Her phone went off again and her eyes shot daggers at her purse. “I do not want to deal with this asshole anymore.” But she took the phone out anyway. “What now?”
I heard Sandra again, “He said he will meet with you tomorrow.”
“No, he won’t. Monday is the soonest that I’ll meet with him.” She ended the call then threw her phone across the room. Thankfully, it landed on the bed, instead of smashing to bits against the wall.
“Okay, out with it.” I had to know what was pissing her off so badly.
Shaking her head, she was adamant not to spoil our time, “Honestly, I want to put that crap behind me and have this time with you. I’ve been thinking about this all week long.” Taking her shoes off, she began unbuttoning her shirt.
Normally, I would’ve been right there with her. But something bothered me about the calls. “Hold on.” I took her hands in mine. “First, tell me what this guy is so mad about.”
“You, mostly.” She looked me in the eyes. “He thinks taking on the gig for your MC is beneath us. He thinks it’s going to tarnish our rep.”
“And he’s this mad about it?” I thought that a little absurd.
“Yes. He’s an asshole. I think I told you that already.” Going quiet for a moment, she spoke again when I didn’t let her hands go. “He’s questioning my loyalty to The Keepers. He thinks I’ve taken this job just for you. He’s accused me of using my position to – of all things – get into your pants.”
“Is he jealous?” Of course, that had to be my first thought. “Does he like you?”
“Not at all. Not even a little. As a matter of fact, I think he might even hate me.” She pulled her hands out of mine. “I need more wine.” Turning away from me, she picked up the glass and finished it. “He’s been looking for something to use against me, I think is the deal here. And with this idea that I’m lowering our value by taking on this job for the Iron Cobras, he’s gained some followers. We’re relatively new in the security industry. So our portfolio is important to all of us.”
“Leave this job off of it. You don’t have to list every damn thing in your portfolio. If we did that, no one would want to do business with us.” I had to laugh as the idea was ridiculous to me.
“Your MC doesn’t do business the way that we do.” She refilled her glass again.
“That’s true. You guys are more business than you are bikers. We’re bikers more so than business. Legit business, anyway.” But they could still skim over less popular or lucrative business dealings. “Since we’re an MC, you could leave this job off your books, couldn’t you?” I was trying to find a way to help her out while not losing the extra security she’d given to us. “We’re paying in cash. No one has to know anything.”
“That’s not how we work. We’re above board with everything we do. Our records are impeccable. It’s why we’re as respected as we are. MCs aren’t generally this acceptable to do business with where politicians are concerned. And our members want to keep it this way.” She took another drink and I’d begun to feel a little worried that she might get drunk before the festivities began.
Taking the glass from her, I pulled her into my arms. “I’ve got a better way to help you relax and forget about these troubles. I’m sure that after a nice, hot bath where I’ll rub every last inch of your body with my bare hands, that we can put our heads together to come up with a solution that will benefit both of our MCs.”
“You don’t understand. Jake Travis is not the type to accept a compromise. He wants the deal dropped. If not, then he wants me taken out of the presidential role of The Keepers.”
“And who would take your place?” I asked as I had to wonder if that person didn’t have eyes on her seat and was only using this Jake guy to get her position. “The vice president, right? That guy, um.” I couldn’t think of his name.
“Marcos Villareal is the vice president and he’s not after my job.” Rubbing her temples, it was obvious that she’d gotten a headache. “He will get the job if Jake gets his way. And the thing is that if it’s Marcos who is the incumbent president when elections come back around, then Jake has a better chance of winning against him than he does me.”
“So, you have your motive.” Taking her by the shoulders, I turned her around to move her toward the waiting tub full of bubbling, hot water. “And we can work on this little problem after we get rid of this awful tension. You can’t make good decisions while being this pent up.”
“You’re right about that.” Stopping before we got through the door, she turned to face me. “If I have to drop the job and the training we’re doing for you and Garrett, will that mean the end of you and me?”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I hoped my answer would ease her mind. “It would not mean that at all. I’m not with you to gain something from you. I’m with you because you make me happy. And horny too. So, can we get in there, get naked, then get wet in all the right ways?”
The way her eyes shimmered told me that the tension she felt was even worse than I’d thought. She almost seemed like she was about to cry. “You mean that?”
“I do.” Whatever our business dealings were, they had nothing to do with our personal dealings. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.” I had before, but now I wasn’t doing that.
“That’s nice to know.” Taking my hands into hers, she held them to her chest. “You’re a really good man, Clyde Thomas. I mean that too. I really do.”
It sort of seemed like she hadn’t always thought about me as a good guy. Which was crazy since I’d only been a good guy with her and to her. But stress can make people act and talk a little off. And she was under an enormous amount of stress.
“You know, if the p
residency is a thing that’s causing you too much stress, you can always step down, Tequila. I’m sure that no one in your MC wants to see you hurting over this or anything else. We don’t have to keep taking things on if they’re affecting us badly.” I hated the idea that she would have to deal with the shit she was dealing with.
“I know that I can step down. I don’t want to. I worked hard to get the recognition I’ve gotten. I’ve put my blood, sweat, and tears into The Keepers. I’m a founding member. It’s important to me to show my supporters that you don’t cower in the face of adversity. As long as you believe in what you’re doing, then sometimes you must deal with naysayers. Sometimes you must stand up to people who are screaming at you to stop what you’re doing to do what they’re telling you to do. That’s not what a leader does. And I want to show our members that. Stepping down isn’t in me.”
She’d stunned me. And stunning me wasn’t an easy thing to do. “Wow. You’re awesome. I mean that. Brave. Proud. And smoking hot to boot. And as cool as all that is, I still want you to know that if you ever do decide to step down for whatever reason – say this job is taking away from your family – then I’ll still think you’re the most awesome woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.”
“You’re awesome.” Leaning into me, she kissed me with hot lips. Sure, it was most likely the alcohol she’d drank that had heated them up so much. But still, it affected me like nothing ever had.
“Ready to get lost in each other?” I brushed her hair away from her beautiful face as I gazed into her dark eyes.
“I may never want to find my way back home, but yes, I am ready to get lost in you, Clyde Thomas.”
And I am ready to get lost in you too, Tequila Rose.
Chapter Fourteen
Tequila
The wine may have been working overtime on me. But I had some pretty great feelings going on about Clyde.
He actually had cared about her.
The bathtub rumbled, making foaming peaks as the jets pushed the water every which way possible. “Looks inviting.” I’d yet to take off my clothes. The stretch marks on my breasts, ass, and stomach made it hard for me to do in the light.
Glancing back at the light switch, I had the idea that all the candles he had in the large bathroom would adequately illuminate things while providing enough shadows to camouflage the ugly marks my fat days had left on my body.
No one had ever told me that even after losing weight, my body would bear the marks that seemed as if they would stay with me forever. I had two dark rings around my neck that came from a couple of fat rolls that had plagued me from infancy. The rolls had gone away, the dark rings had stayed behind as a constant reminder.
“Allow me,’” came his deep voice, raspy with desire.
Trying not to flinch with his touch, I turned to face him. Kissing him while he undressed me would keep him from seeing my body. “Feel free to undress me. But how about you turn that annoying overhead light off before you get to that, lover?”
Doing as I’d asked, he chuckled, “Lover? Okay.”
I was not good at pillow talk. “I guess I could’ve called you something else – like, fucker.” I had to laugh at my smartass comeback.
“Lover it is then.” The lights went off and the dimness enveloped me like a warm embrace as he came back to me. “You want to do it?”
Fingering the buttons on my shirt, I thought it might be better if we undressed at the same time. “How about we do it together?”
“That was the plan.” His impish grin made my stomach flip, it was so sexy and playful. “Here I go.”
I undid a button, then he did. We went back and forth until each of us stood there naked in front of the other. The alcohol had burnt off as I held my breath as butterflies swarmed my insides. “I have never done this before.”
“Stand naked in front of a man?” He nodded. “Yeah, I can tell. You have nothing to be ashamed about, I can tell you that much. Not that I want you to go running around showing off your gorgeous body to anyone but me.” He ran one finger between my breasts that hung lower than most women’s, due to them being huge at one time and now they were sort of deflated. “I mean that, Tequila Rose, you are gorgeous.”
My entire body flushed with heat. Moisture pooled between my legs. Legs that once had been thick were now toned and shapely. I wasn’t that fat girl any longer. I was a woman who had worked hard to get her body in check, and I’d done it. Pride began taking over the embarrassment of what I used to be. “Thank you, Clyde Karol. You are built like a Roman God. But I bet you already knew that.”
Picking up his right arm, he flexed his bicep, making it peak. “Well, Roman God is a bit much. But thank you for noticing. I do work hard - as do you.” Taking me into his arms, he pulled me close until our bodies were flush against the others. “This feels natural with you. I’ve never felt this at ease before.”
“I’m not at ease at all,” I confessed. “I keep worrying about all the remnants of my younger days showing.”
“Don’t worry about a thing.” His eyes held mine as his mouth came closer until our lips just barely touched. His tongue ran over my lower lip, making shivers run through me. “Can I have you, Tequila Rose Santos? Can I take this body and make it crave me?”
Rigid, I had the feeling that he wanted to take me over, entirely. “For now, you can.” I didn’t want to be some fool who gave myself all the way to a man. I’d heard about things like that before with all the BDSM stuff that had gone around and around. I was not into that. Not even a little. “No bondage. No pain. All pleasure.”
“Gotchya.” His hands moved down my arms, then over my hips before taking my ass cheeks in them, lifting me up. “Legs around my waist, please.”
An order followed by a pleasantry. I can handle that.
I felt confident in his strong arms to be able to hold me up. Even though I was no longer as heavy as I’d once been, I was still no light-weight girl. But he held me firmly as I wrapped my legs around him, moaning as I felt the lump of his erection pulsing against my wet pussy. “Yeah.” Dropping my head back, I reveled in the sensations.
Moving me only a little, he rubbed the underside of his hardon against my clit. “I can make you come more ways than you can imagine.”
Sex with this man wasn’t going to ever be boring, I could see that already. “I would love for you to show me a way or two tonight.”
“How about three?” Moving with me, he didn’t stop until my back was against the cool tiled walled. Being between it and his massive body, I was penned in. And the way it felt had me never wanting not to be penned in by the man.
“Okay, three sounds good to me.” My nails dug into his biceps as I watched the right one as it moved each time he lifted me a little to make friction between our bodies. “So good.”
“I can already feel the tension leaving your body. Just you wait, you’re going to be purring like a kitten by the time I’m done with you, baby.” Grazing his lips along my neck, he’d hit the right spots on me so far. “You taste good enough to eat.”
“Do I, now?” I didn’t care about anything other than he and I at that moment. No one had ever taken me that far into them that quickly. “You’re magic. Do you know that?”
“I do.” Grinding into me, his cock jerked then he moved it faster, rubbing my clit a little harder until it was swollen and pulsing. “You’re going to come for me when I tell you to.”
“You think so?” I honestly had no idea if I would or wouldn’t. But I was up for the challenge.
“I know so.” Nipping my earlobe, he growled, “When I say, come, you’re going to release. Soon, you’ll be able to do that just with my demand.”
My body quivered with the thought. “I hope that’s true.”
“It is true.” Rubbing and rocking, his cock just got hotter and hotter against my cunt.
My fingers curled then my toes did the same as things inside of me began to blossom. “I’m going to do it, Clyde.”
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bsp; “No, you’re not. You will not come until I tell you to.” He kissed his way from my neck to my mouth. “I’m in control here.” Then his mouth took mine in a way that nearly destroyed me.
I lost control. All of it. His kiss took me in. My brain stopped functioning as primal sensations took me over. As hard as his cock rubbed my hot and soaked pussy, it wouldn’t give in to the release that dwelled there just beneath the surface.
As if it was afraid to do something that might make that cock not want to give it more pleasure, my pussy made the decisions now. My breath felt as if it was on fire as it welled up inside my chest, waiting to expel with the impending orgasm.
His tongue left mine, making it twirl around my mouth, looking for its companion. “Come for me, Tequila Rose.”
As if an explosion had gone off from somewhere deep inside of me, juices gushed out of me as I moaned, then shrieked with the orgasm, “Oh, ah, aww… Fuck!” Bucking against him, my pussy ached for more.
Only he wasn’t done with it yet anyway. I found myself on my back on the cold tiled floor. The coolness brought to my attention the scalding heat my body had built up. “Thank you, baby.”
Jagged breathes filled the air as I panted and mewed just like a damn cat. “For what?”
Pushing my legs apart, he knelt between them before leaning over to devour my soaked pussy. “For your bounty.”
Watching him as he lapped up what my body had poured out, I couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying it. His tongue darted into my vagina, lapping up every bit of juice that I’d made.
He picked my ass up off the floor to give him better access to my cunt, then I felt his fingers digging into my cheeks as he gripped it tightly. Growls, snarls, and the sound of him lapping and sucking on my pussy had me lightheaded, feeling as if I was being ravaged by a wolf or something.
And I loved it!
Inch by inch, he moved one hand until I felt one large finger at the rim of my asshole. I’d never let anyone have a thing to do with that area of my body and tensed up.