by Reana Malori
“Well, whatever you did to him last night must have left an impression on him. From what I can see, ‘ol boy looks sprung as hell,” Penny said between sips of her margarita.
At the loud laughter around the table, Geneva joined in. She didn’t want the ladies to know that she was just as sprung as he was. The way he put it on her was unlike anything else. She was still sore in places she didn’t even know existed. Biting her lip, she tried to play it off as she looked over at him again. As soon as her head turned, his blue-eyes captured hers and she was caught. She wanted him again. Why continue to deny what her body craved. Giving him a smile, she gave him a slight head nod. She knew what she was saying and so did he. His lips turned up in a slight nod and he gave her a nod back. As he turned away, she saw his shoulders slump down as if he’d been tense all night. Had he been waiting for her answer this entire time? Maybe he had.
Angela pushed her shoulder, pulling her attention back to the group. “Girl, if you don’t quit staring that man down, you’re gonna burn a hole in that thick ass cut he’s wearing. Now that food is done and it looks like you’re about to get you some tonight, tell us about this situation with your former boss. National League President is coming down for a meeting with some of the other Chapters. Arlington has some needs and we’re gonna help. I think Diamond is planning to speak with Justice about your issue while they’re here.”
“National Prez is coming down?” Holy shit. She hadn’t yet met the National President but she heard Justice was a badass chick. Not knowing what the issues were in Arlington, the only thing she felt was excitement—and a bit of nervous energy—having some of the National Chapter in their backyard.
“Yeah, I think Cut will be here too. Not sure. I know that Prez mentioned your issue to Justice and Cut at a meeting and they said they wanted to talk about it when they got down here.” Denise was passing along these tidbits as she continued sipping on her sangria.
“Damn, my issue got all the way to National?” Geneva didn’t like being the center of attention. But now there was no hiding from it. She had to tell her own crew what was going on, since her affiliation with the Club may come into question as the death investigation continues forward. If there was anything that could negatively impact the Club, the powers that be had to be informed. It was part of their standards and Bylaws. It wasn’t the end of the world. But then again, from what she’d heard, Cut was no joke. She gave no quarter to anybody and everyone who came in contact with her had better be on their shit. Damn, she hoped this shit she was wrapped up in didn’t bite her in the ass.
“Just be ready to talk that shit out and don’t hold anything back. What affects one of us, affects all of us. We need to be ready in case whatever is going down at your job bleeds over into the Club. We’re not one-percenters, but we need to be ready in case the situation with your boss is more than it should be,” Penny had turned serious. When that happened, you knew the shit had hit the fan.
“Diamond is a cop, she can help keep things cool, too.”
“You have a point, Angela, but I think Prez wants to keep her out of this unless things go sideways, and she has to pull in some muscle. Plus with Arlington…let’s just say we need to tackle one thing at a time.” Denise had turned somber as well, which made Geneva wonder just what the hell was going on with the other Chapter.
She wished there was someone she could talk to about this. Her girls were good and all, but she had a reputation to uphold them. Geneva was known as the woman with ice running through her veins. Yeah, they’d teased her about getting her back blown out by Reed, but that’s because that’s what they did. Joking about fine ass men was one thing. Handling her business was something else and she was known to not take any shit. To give away that she was concerned about this—well, that wasn’t going to happen, so it didn’t matter.
Her gaze was again drawn to Reed and she wondered why he continued to sit in the same spot. He hadn’t moved an inch, not even to go to the bar or the restroom. Tonight would be the last night. After this, she couldn’t see him anymore. She’d have to tell him that. No more showing up at her local bar to see if she’d show up. No more catching her gaze across the room. This had to be it. She didn’t need the hassle of a man right now.
“YES, BABY, YES!” Ecstasy flowed through her body as Reed sucked her clit between his lips. His tongue lashed against the hardened bundle of nerves as she pulled at the silky strands of his hair. Body covered in a light sheen of sweat from their exertions, Geneva could hardly catch her breath as her body seized up. Another orgasm rushed through her veins as this amazing, crazy ass man between her legs used his mouth to show her exactly how much he wanted her.
Legs spread wide, his hands cradled her at the bend of her knees, pushing her legs wider than they’d ever been. Enough to fit his large frame as he settled in for what he called ‘his special dessert’. Sounds of slurping and sucking filled the hotel room as he licked and sucked on her for more than thirty minutes. Beast. Animal. Fucking God among men! Do that shit again!
“Reed, baby, I’m coming again.”
A grunt was all she got in return. Well, that along with a tightening of his hands, a shifting of his body, and tighter suction on her clit. Her scream rent the air as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had crashed through her body, and yet still, he went for more seconds.
“Please, Reed. I can’t—”
Finally releasing her from his mouth, he slid his heavily muscled form up her body. His hard cock settled close to her weeping channel, wet and dripping from the multiple orgasms his mouth had graced her with.
“Oh, but you can. That was only the beginning.” Reaching over to the dresser, he grabbed a condom package and quickly sheathed his large cock. Grabbing one of her legs, he placed it in the crook of his arm. His other arm was braced on the mattress next to her. “Look at me baby,” he ordered.
Lost in the sensation of his thick rod sliding inside her body, she gazed into his face, her lips slightly open at the pressure of her channel tightening around him, practically milking him before he was fully seated.
“Oh, baby, yes. You feel so good.” His voice was strained as he continued pressing inside her. “So tight. So good. So fucking good.”
Once he was fully seated, he stopped moving. Wiggling her hips, she tried to get him moving. Thickness stretched her walls so good. She knew he’d ruined her for any other man. This feeling of his hard steel inside her almost made her weep. “Damnit, Reed. Please…move,” she pleaded.
“You want me to come undone before I’m ready?” he asked, lifting his eyes to hers. “You will let me do this my way.” Leaning his head down, he captured her lips with his, his tongue dueling with hers as his body began a long, smooth stroke. Her toes curled as his cock pressed against her g-spot and his pelvis bumped against her clit on every downstroke.
She wanted to scream out her joy and pleasure, but didn’t want anyone in the adjoining rooms to mistake her screams of pleasure for something else. As he sped up, she clung to his back as she could only manage to moan out intelligible words. Her nails scored his back, the intensity of the feelings soaring through her could no longer be held back. She was losing control. Again. How could he make her feel these things when they’d only known each other for two days. Hell, not even two full days. Just two amazing, wonderful, never-to-be-forgotten bouts of sexual escapades. But the feelings coursing through her, the need she saw reflected in her eyes told her that tonight was more than just about sex. For both of them. She’d just wanted someone to help her forget. Even if for a little while. A sexy man who could bring her to bliss and make all the bullshit she was going through at work go away. Even for one night. She should have walked her ass out of that restaurant as soon as they’d finished dinner. She hadn’t. She’d been drawn to him, just as he’d been drawn to her. Being in Reed’s arms for a second night was not what she’d wanted. Not at all. But maybe, it was what she needed.
Spreading her legs wider, she became lost in the s
ensation. Her orgasm was almost upon her and she couldn’t stop the whimpers from escaping if she tried. Reed’s movements became even quicker, losing his rhythm on the downstroke as she felt him begin to swell inside her.
“Baby, I’m almost there.”
“Me too. Oh gawd, I can’t hold back Reed. Yes…” she moaned as her stomach clenched and her legs tensed. Splayed open like she was, there was no relief from the pulsing of her pussy around his thickness. Just as she was about to scream out her release, he leaned his head down and captured her lips in a hard kiss. He fucked her faster and harder, prolonging her orgasm for at least another minute. His body stiffened above hers and he broke free from their kiss, a loud roar escaping from his mouth as he jerked two more times, as if trying to break through the condom.
Their heavy breathing lingered in the room as they both lay down, exhausted from their lovemaking. Bones and muscles felt as if she’d just run a full marathon. Sweat covered their bodies as he moved off of her and lay down on the bed beside her. Wrapping his thick arms around her, he pulled her closer to his body.
“C’mere baby.”
“I should go,” she knew she should shower and leave, but she couldn’t bring herself to get out of the bed. It felt good to lay beside him. His arms wrapped around her body created a sense of comfort. As if she knew that within his arms, she could relax. Could let all the other shit go and just be the woman in his arms.
“You’re thinking too hard, Geneva. Just relax, baby. I got you.”
“But…” she knew if this continued, she’d never be able to leave him. She wouldn’t want to.
“No, buts. Tonight is ours. It’s Friday and we have the entire weekend to do whatever the hell we want. As for me, I plan to fuck you so much that you forget your own name.” At her gasp, he smiled and pulled her tighter. “But in order to do that, I need to regain my energy. You wore me out, girl. I need a power nap.”
Laughing, she fake punched him in his stomach. “Don’t even try it. A big guy like yourself needs a power nap. I would have thought you’d be ready for round three, four and five just to make sure you kept your man ego intact.
Laughter was good. It removed the awkwardness that surrounded them as she’d lain there wondering if this was the moment she should leave. She didn’t want to leave. Lord knows, all she wanted to do was lay against his hard chest and bask in the warmth of his body. It still boggled her mind that she was so attached to this man after only two days. Who fell that hard for someone? She was usually the one running away from any kind of intimacy or close connection with men. After all the hurt she’d gone through in the past with her ex-boyfriends, she’d sworn off men for years. And she’d been happy with her life. Until she stepped into her favorite bar two nights ago and met Reed. He’d turned her world upside down in a matter of hours and now she had to decide what to do about it.
Speaking of which, Reed’s deep voice broke through her musings. “Baby, don’t you worry about if I’ll be ready soon. You have no idea how much I wanted to have you back in my arms. When I saw you walk into that bar tonight, I almost came over to you, turned you around, and marched your ass right back out. Only the thought of going to jail for kidnapping stopped me.”
Pulling her head back, she stared at him in shock. “You wouldn’t have done that.” Although a part of her wished she could have experienced it, she knew it would have freaked her out and caused her girlfriends to pull their Glocks and start shooting. Just because she worked in a cushy office job during the day didn’t mean her clique wasn’t packing. Her motorcycle club was respectable and consisted of only women, but if anyone took that to mean they were weak or didn’t know how to take care of themselves, they’d be sorely mistaken.
“Hell yes, I would have. You put it on me good the other night. I wanted more, so I was gonna do whatever it took to have more. That you wanted me again just as much as I wanted you, well, that was just an added cherry on top.”
At that moment, her phone rang and she turned her head to see who was calling. The word Blocked came up on the screen and her brow creased. Not sure who it was, but she thought it could be the investigators or auditors, or even her CEO. She put up her finger to Reed, “Give me just a second. I want to see who this is.” Swiping the screen, she put the phone up to her ear. “Hello? Hello? Hello?” Shaking her head, she ended the call.
“Who was that?” Reed questioned, his hand lazily roaming up her bare side.
“Not sure. Must have been a wrong number.”
“Hmmm, okay. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I was telling you that I was ready to scoop you up and run away with you. And don’t think I’m playing either. Woman, you had my nose wide open from the jump. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to see you again., and you know you wanted to see me too. It’s okay, you can admit it.”
Shaking her head at his conceit, she draped her arm over his flat stomach and placed her head back down on his chest. Her lips curved into a smile at his words. No one had ever spoken to her the way Reed did. The man had no filter. If there was something on his mind, he said it. Hearing the words Reed spoke to her without hesitation or reservation made her feel warm inside and butterflies took flight in her stomach.
“Well, I’m here with you now,” she whispered. “What are you going to do with me?”
He moved, removing his arm from underneath her body and turning her over so that she lay on her back. His face was close to hers as he leaned down to nip at her lips. Shifting his body, he moved between her legs and began to slide his muscled form over her softer one. Moans escaped her mouth as she basked in the sensation. Her hands grabbed his sides, holding onto his bare skin. Her hazel eyes looked into his blue ones as she tried to understand what was happening between them. A smile came over his face as he watched her stare at him.
“What am I going to do with you? I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never want to leave.”
Chapter Six
Geneva walked into her home on Monday morning and fell facedown on her bed. Her body was so worn out, she didn’t think she could move another step. Reed had been true to his word—and then some. She hadn’t left that hotel bedroom for more than fifteen minutes at a time without Reed pouncing on her to drag her back for more. At one point, she had to beg for relief because he was so damn insatiable. He’d licked, sucked, kissed, and worshipped every part of her body. Nothing had been off limits. They did things this weekend she’d never thought of in her wildest dreams. He’d picked her up as if she weighed nothing and fucked her up against the wall, in the shower, and standing in the middle of the fucking room.
A giggle escaped her mouth at that last one. She’d just exited the shower and was walking towards him with a bath towel wrapped around her body. Just as she was about to speak, a growl had come out of his mouth and he’d stalked over to her. Within seconds, the towel had been ripped from her naked body, he’d lifted her up—her legs had instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he’d slid that thick, beautiful, long cock inside her body. No man ever had her constantly wet and ready for him. There was always some type of preparation needed before they went inside her. Not with Reed. That motherfucker had her primed on a constant basis. Every touch, every kiss, every word from his pussy-eating lips had her ready to open her legs for him like a damn two-dollar hussy.
“Fuck,” she hissed into the quiet room. Just thinking about him had her core warming in preparation for him to slide inside. She needed to get him out of her head. This weekend was amazing and while she would love a daily repeat, she knew it was unlikely. Their lives were too different. Not because of their racial differences. She’d dated men of different ethnicities in the past. But mainly because of his nomad lifestyle. For her, staying at home, cooking a gourmet meal for herself, reading a good book, or hanging out with her Club members, was a perfect life. She enjoyed what she did for a living and she enjoyed the world she’d created for herself.
He was a self-admitted nomad who had no ties to this area. His moth
er and other family members lived in Pittsburgh, so he could leave Virginia at any time and never look back. He only stayed around this area because it was where most of the work was, and it was just easier for him. Not too close to his family, but close enough to get to them if something happened and he needed to respond. His heart wasn’t in Virginia and she’d better remember that before she lost sight of that and fell for the wrong guy.
Just then, her phone buzzed. Assuming it was one of her friends, whom she hadn’t spoken to all weekend, she answered on the second ring.
“Hello,” she said with a yawn.
A computer-generated voice came over the line, “Your old boss Dave Martin owed us and failed to come through. Now it’s your turn. We want what’s ours or we’ll come after you also. You don’t want to end up like Dave do you?” The line clicked and went dead after the voice made that statement.
Shocked, she stared at her phone for a minute as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Jackknifing into a sitting position, she pushed the button to view the call history. Well, of course, the number was blocked. As if someone calling to make a threat to her would call from their home number. ‘Oh, that was Jack Johnson. I’ll just call him back and let him know he’s made a mistake.’
Standing from her bed, she paced the floor trying to think of what to next. Call the cops? No, they’d just say she was crazy and then question her regarding what the caller was talking about. While she figured it had something to do with the missing money from her company that Dave stole, the unknown factor was why they’d called her. If they were as smart as they were pretending to be, they’d know she didn’t have the same level of access as Dave. She couldn’t do the underhanded things he did. Hell, even if she had the access, she wasn’t a damn thief.