“Would you stop calling me that?”
He leans in so only I can hear. “Then stop making me visualize you bouncing up and down on my dick every time I see you.”
A bolt of desire shoots through me, but I play it cool because there’s one thing I know about guys like Tennessee. If you give them an inch, they take a whole fucking mile. “Like I could control your thoughts, or anyone else’s, for that matter.”
Chaos comes closer. “How’s Grant doing, Jupiter?”
Tennessee stiffens at the mention of my employee. I try not to unpack what that means.
“Well, Chaos, he just got shot and is in recovery, but not entirely out of the woods. So, as you can imagine, he’s not doing too well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Me too. If y’all could stop having shootouts in the middle of town, that’d be great. I’m getting a little tired of bullets meant for the Kings decorating my shop.”
The silence that follows is unnerving. Every pair of eyes at that table glares back at me. I know it’s not fair to put this all on him. It’s not Chaos or the club’s fault—at least, not this time—but it’s not as if the Kings are entirely innocent. My garage has been riddled with bullets before, and I’m fucking tired of it.
Bear clears his throat. “You wanna dance with me?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
Bear picks up his beer and takes a long pull from the bottle. You could cut the tension at this table with a knife, and when I glance up at Chaos’s ol’ lady, Cambri, her stern expression gives me pause. Cambri’s always been sweet to me. Truthfully, the club has been good to us over the years, and Chaos even held a damn fundraiser for the shop when we came under fire with that whole Twisted Snakes ordeal. But now, my employee is lying in a hospital bed after almost losing his life.
“Juju.” Liam frowns.
“Er ... we’ve just been dealing with some stuff at the shop,” Bobby Ray says to Chaos and I clench my teeth and glare at both of my brothers, silently communicating that they should fuck off, the way only siblings can.
Chaos is staring daggers into me, as if he’s not sure exactly how to handle this situation in front of everyone. I look to Sterling and Ruin who are sitting opposite me with wide eyes. Ruin tilts his chin toward Tennessee, and I roll my eyes.
Bear leans in and whispers, “Trust me. Take my fucking hand before Chaos tips up the goddamn table and throttles you in front of everyone.”
I look at him and mouth “no” before returning my attention to my plate. Bear shoots to his feet beside me and grabs my arm.
“Hey!” I attempt to pry myself free, but he’s not having that. He pulls me from the table, practically dragging me behind him while I struggle. Titters come from the group as he stalks toward the festival’s makeshift dance floor. He doesn’t stop like I expect him to. Instead, he pulls me into the empty alley behind the bakery.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I ask, jerking my arm free.
“Have you got a fuckin’ death wish, girl?”
My brows practically shoot up into my hairline. “Girl?”
“Yeah, girl. Because if you had any sense at all, you wouldn’t have spoken to the president of a motorcycle club like that in front of all of his men.”
“What’s he gonna do? Shoot me right here in the middle of everyone?”
“Maybe. I’ve certainly seen women die over less respect. You’re just fuckin’ lucky I pulled you from there before you could say any more dumb shit that might put a target on my back.”
“Well, since there’s already a fucking target on my back for associating with you, with all of you—with any of you—I think it seems only fair.”
“Let’s not forget how much business the club brings in.”
“And that will help me how when all of my staff are dead?” I snap.
He presses his palm to the brick by my head and leans in. “You need to watch your fucking tone.”
“Or what? You’ll threaten to off me too, Daddy?”
His eyes widen a fraction of an inch and then narrow. “Seems like you’re spoiling for a fight, little girl.”
“And let me guess—you’re all too happy to give it to me.”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he leans in and whispers, “just like I did on Ruin’s couch. I gotta say, darlin’, seeing you spread before me, your legs shaking, and my cum spilling out of that sweet pussy, is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Shame claws up my neck and across my cheeks. Despite my loathing for this man, my nipples bead and goose bumps cover my flesh. “I’m glad you remember it so well, because that will never be happening again.”
He laughs and brushes his nose along the line of my neck. His hand grips my waist, and my reaction is instantaneous. My traitorous body still remembers how good he felt, how he kept me coming time after time during that shoot, and everything he did with his hands, tongue, and cock. “That’s the thing, Tink. I could have you anytime I want, and we both know it.”
I glare up at him, but even I can feel how my expression has softened, how my body went from rigid to pliable putty in his hands, how my panties are suddenly soaked with arousal.
He slides his hand up my side and squeezes my breast. I gasp, but I don’t pull away because his touch is magic. It’s white-hot heat and a soothing balm all at once. “You’re hard up for this fat cock, and as much as I hate it, as much as I want to ignore it, I want that fucking sweet pussy wrapped around my dick again because I can’t get you out of my goddamn head.”
All the air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I tilt my head up toward him. Bear takes a beat to read my expression and then his lips are on mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth, and his hands lift me until I’m draped around him. My back is pressed to the wall, the hard brick biting into my flesh as we both move in a frenzy to get closer. He tugs open his jeans and lets them fall around his ankles. His hard cock presses against the lace of my panties, and then his hand rips them free and there’s nothing between us. Just heat, my slick flesh, and his rock-hard dick. He teases my entrance, collecting my honey, and slides himself between my lips, running the ridge of his cock across my clit. I jerk with the sensation, bucking my hips against his.
“You want this dick, baby girl?”
I moan.
“Say it.” He angles his hips, so that the pressure against my clit is gone.
“What?”
“Say you want me. Say you want my dick filling that sweet little cunt of yours.”
“I want it, please?”
The corners of his mouth tip up in a cocky grin. “Then why the hell didn’t you just say so?”
“Fuck you, Bear,” I hiss.
He pushes into me in one hard, fast movement. It’s too much, too good, too hot, too fast, too tight, too fucking mind-blowing.
“Yeah, fuck me, baby girl. Show Daddy how much you missed my dick.” He grunts as he drives in deeper. My mouth falls open, and all I can do is hold on for dear life with my hands clasped firmly around his neck while he fucks me against the wall of the bakery as if there isn’t the possibility of anyone coming along to find us. I no longer care how mad I am with the MC, or the fact that once again, I’m fucking a man I can’t stand, a man I love to hate, or that I’m loving every second of it.
His breath saws in and out of his lungs with every thrust. I moan, my own breathing affected by the way he’s pounding into me. I slide my fingers down my body, snaking them between us. I rub my clit, desperate to come, desperate to forget everything that’s happened during these past few days. The shooting, watching Grant bleed out all over my shop floor and being unable to save him, Bobby Ray’s confession, and the tape that followed afterward. Giving my body to a man I despise to save the shop. I block out the fact that I’ve watched the video at least ten times since, studying the way he rocks his hips, his gorgeous face—which is so expressive when he’s inside me, so tender—and then the evidence of our coupling trickling out of me.
My orgasm slams into me so hard and so unexpectedly that I’m hit with a flash of pain through my head. I dig my nails into Bear’s back, my heels into his ass, and ride the pleasure through it as he jerks inside me.
“Jesus. It’s so fucking hot when you rub your pussy. I’m gonna have to get that on tape so I can fuck my fist every day just watching it.”
“Well,” I gasp. “I’m pretty sure it’s on the internet.”
“You’ve watched it?” He pulls away to meet my gaze and I lower mine, unable to meet his eyes. Fuck. Way to blow your goddamn cover there, Jupiter.
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“Does it matter?” I snap and attempt to pull away, but I’m pinned between him and the wall and impaled on his cock, and there aren’t a whole lot of places I can go. “I need you to put me down.”
Surprise flits across his face before he locks it down and his perma-pissed-off expression is back. He pulls out, and I gasp from the pleasure of it, but those thoughts are quickly shut down when his cold tone washes over me. “Anything you want, darlin’.” He sets me on my feet. “Now, how ’bout that dance?”
I laugh and run my hands through what is undoubtably “sex hair.” Even Bear’s hair is sweaty and mussed from our back-alley romp.
His expression falters, his smile disappearing. “Is there somethin’ funny about that, Tink?”
“I’m not dancing with you, and stop fucking calling me that.”
His gaze burns into mine, and I have half a mind to lower my eyes in submission, but I’ve never been the kind of girl to back down from a challenge, and I’m sure as hell not going to start with this biker.
“Oh, I see how it is. Not too good to fuck on camera for money, or to satisfy your goddamn itch in an alley, but you’re too fucking good to show a biker a little love in public, is that it?”
I’m suddenly so tired, I can barely stand. I don’t have the energy to fight with him anymore. “What do you want from me, Bear?”
“Nothin’.” He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I already got exactly what I wanted from you, twice.”
“God, you’re an asshole.”
“I’m the asshole?” He arches a brow and shakes his head. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I said. I’m the asshole for believing there could be something more here. Something worth sticking around for.”
I swallow, because damn, if that wasn’t just a knife to my gut. “Fine. One dance, and you can wait until I’ve finished my dinner.”
“Don’t do me any favors, darlin’.”
“I’m not ... I don’t ...” I sigh. “My life is complicated.”
“Bullshit. From where I’m standing, it seems startlingly uncomplicated. You have the garage, your brothers, but what else do you have?”
“Me. The only person I can really depend on.” I shake my head. I’m too emotionally exhausted for this conversation. I just want to take my food to go, drive home, and crash on the couch. “You know, I’m not looking for a man to save me. I’ve gotten pretty good at saving myself, so as much as I appreciate the gesture, I’ve got this.”
“I’m not tryin’ to save you, darlin’. Anyone can see you don’t need it, but when you’re lying in bed at night, thinking about my dick inside your hot little cunt, and you’re wishin’ for somethin’—someone—to make you feel a little less empty, remember this conversation. Remember that I see through that tough little femme Dom exterior to the woman underneath. It’s okay to want; it’s okay to let someone in. Admitting you want more isn’t a bad thing, but what you do about it could be if you let the only man who sees you slip through your fingers.”
“You don’t know me, Bear.”
“I didn’t say I knew you,” he hisses. “I said, I see you. And since I deal with denial and self-loathing on an hourly basis, I know it when it’s staring me in the face.”
“Not everyone is twisted up inside like you, Tennessee.” It’s a low blow, and strangely, I feel horrible as soon as I’ve said the words. “Don’t pretend to know what’s going on in my head.”
“You know what I learned after four years as a Navy SEAL? Not everything is ‘ignore and override.’ And sometimes you just have to put down your weapon and stop fighting.”
He walks away without a backward glance, and I lean my head on the brick, feeling all of the fight drain out of me. But if I put down my weapons, if I let him in, I don’t know how I’ll survive him leaving—and he will leave. After all, that’s what nomads do.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bear
“Crow, I already told you. I ain’t in the mood for this shit.” I climb off my bike and follow him through the throng of people. There are several hotted-up cars and a few guys laying drag by doing donuts. Plumes of smoke fill the air, the smell of burnt rubber assaults my nostrils, and the sound of their screeching tires grates on my nerves. “What the fuck are we doin’ here?”
“You’ll see.”
Some college-aged asshole in a fucking flamingo shirt jostles me and spills his beer over my boots. I ball my hands into fists and clench my jaw, about ready to kill a motherfucker when the screeching tires stop, and a cheer goes up.
“Beat it, fuckface, or I’ll cave your goddamn skull in.” I push the kid out of the fucking way and shove through the crowd in order to see better. When the smoke clears, the neon green car doing burnouts is gone, replaced instead with a sleek silver Dodge SRT, and a familiar black ’64 Mustang.
Her words from the first day I met her come screeching back to me. I prefer burning rubber on four wheels.
“No,” I mutter, but I’m not sure if I’m talking to Crow or to the fucking sexy woman strutting across the asphalt in those fucking Daisy Dukes. “Jesus Christ.”
“You’re welcome,” Crow claps a hand on my shoulder.
“You fuckin’ knew she was gonna be here?” I ask through my teeth.
His brow furrows as he looks genuinely puzzled. “Yeah.”
“And you didn’t stop her?”
“Um ... one, I don’t know her that well. And two, calm your fuckin’ tits and just watch.”
Tink smiles and shakes hands with her opponent. He eyes her appreciatively and presses a hand to his heart, shaking his head. Oh, now I’m definitely killing a motherfucker.
They both climb in their respective cars and Bobby Ray runs up to the driver’s side of Tink’s. Another guy approaches the other vehicle and then they’re melting back into the crowd.
“Alright, y’all know the rules?” Jupiter shouts as she hangs out the window.
“Get back or get smacked!” the crowd roars.
She laughs, and it’s like the fucking sun just came out ... after goddamn midnight. They rev their engines, and the stoplight turns green. Both cars take off in a roar of screeching tires and burning rubber. The sound of nitrous cuts through the air and the Mustang puts on a burst of speed, running the next red light. She’s gotta be going more than 150mph and I’m torn between covering my fucking eyes like a little girl and seeing everything, afraid to miss even a nanosecond. Every muscle in my body is rigid, including my cock. Jesus. I wasn’t wrong when I said this bitch was gonna kill me. I may even keel over before she crosses the finish line.
Several seconds go by, and they feel like hours. Another cheer goes up and the crowd jostles all around me. Well, I’ll fucking be. Not only is Tink a fucking smoke show angry feminist who’s wild in bed and a master under the hood, but she’s also a goddamn speed racer. This bitch is so far out of my league she’s in her own universe. I guess her stupid-ass name is fitting after all.
“You doin’ okay there, brother?”
I shake my head. “I’ll let you know once my brain finishes imploding.”
He tosses his head back and laughs, and then he moves toward the rest of the crowd. “You coming?”
“Where the hell are we going?”
“To coll
ect my winnings.”
“You bet on Tink?”
“Well, I’m sure as hell not dumb enough to bet against her.”
No. I guess I’m the only one fool enough for that.
I follow him through the crowd and find myself face-to-face with Bobby Ray.
“Hey, man.” Bobby Ray holds out his fist for me to bump. “You came.”
“Almost,” I mutter absentmindedly, because I can’t take my eyes off Tink. She’s out of the car, making her way over to us. She stops when her gaze lands on me, and a small smile tips the corners of her lips.
“Tennessee.” She nods by way of greeting. It’s cold after knowing the warmth of her body against mine, of the fucking torture of her pussy milking my dick.
“Tink,” I greet her just as curtly and her smile disappears.
“What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Watching you take over the fucking street apparently.” I don’t bother telling her that Crow practically had to drag my miserable ass away from the clubhouse. Or that for a heartbeat I was thinking of giving into that desperate bitch Asia just to erase the memory of Tink’s sweet cunt. As if any goddamn pussy will ever measure up now that I know what it’s like to fuck a queen. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“I like to keep everyone on their toes.”
I grin, because I don’t doubt that for a second.
“So, Ruin talk to you about the video?” Crow asks.
Her smile slips and she glances around as if she’s afraid someone might hear. I close my eyes and inhale a slow breath to keep from punching him in the head.
“Er ... yeah. He handed me some cash a little earlier. Said there should be more next week.”
“Sweet. What do you think of you two giving it another go?”
Jupiter glances nervously between us and then at the swarm of people around her car. “I think it was a one-time thing.”
“The filming or the fucking?” I ask, because I can’t help myself. And now, Tink can see just how much of a fucking chump I am.
Her brows pinch together, but for once she doesn’t look like she’s going to bite my fucking head off. I can’t read her expression though.
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