His Old Lady (Patches: Tarkio MC Book 2)

by Debra Kayn

  He dropped to his knees. His legs still bound together by his jeans, he placed the gun beside them and physically contorted her body until she stared up into the cloudless sky on her back in front of him.

  Widening her legs, she stretched her arms above her head. Her lower stomach coiled when his head lowered, blocking the setting sun from her view. Able to see him again without the glare, she reached up and brought his head down, capturing his mouth.

  Curley settled between her legs. She lifted her pelvis, searching for the hardness that pressed against her inner thigh.

  He held her head, forcing her to look at him as he plunged into her wetness. She moaned, but the sound never met the air. Taking his tongue as if she still sucked his cock, she hungrily fed her arousal.

  Finding his neck, she trailed her fingers along the leather ropes, the chain, the medallion. He thrust into her harder. Holding on to his jewelry, she reached for the pleasure he stroked each time his body came fully into contact with her.

  Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. She bucked against him. Pleasure within her grasp, she couldn't touch him enough.

  Letting go of his jewelry, she found his head and rubbed, bringing him closer and closer. Her climax swept in and suspended her. She gasped in his mouth.

  He pulled his upper body back and stared down at her. She tried to speak, but only her mouth moved.

  The lines on his forehead deepened, and his strokes grew longer, more unsteady until his head reared back, and he held himself completely inside her. Her ankles unhooked from the back of his legs, and her arms slithered off him.

  "I forgot to scream to the world that you belong to me." She smiled lazily.

  He lowered himself down and rolled to his side, taking her with him. "You didn't yell, but there was a lot of moaning. Maybe someone heard you."

  "You think?" She inhaled deeply, completely sated.

  He chuckled and kissed her softly. "No, but there's always next time."

  She laughed lazily. "I love you."

  "I know you do." He brushed the bits of grass off her back. "I've always known."

  "Because you love me?" she whispered.

  "More than you'll ever know," he whispered back.

  Squeezed against him, her happiness was off the charts. To think they could've been loving each other all these years, and instead fought and kept their space, only drilled in the need for her never to be apart from him again.

  Chapter 32

  Faye

  Rocky stood in front of her in the yard, holding a plastic bat. Faye picked up the whiffle ball and tossed it underhanded to Tracy's son.

  Tracy walked out of the house, carrying Elizabeth, who wasn't walking yet. "He's going to wear you out chasing that ball."

  "You've got a jock on your hands." She jogged over to retrieve the ball. "He hits them about half the time. I don't even think I could do that."

  She walked over to Rocky and ruffled his hair. "I need a break, buddy. Do you want a push-up?"

  "Please." Rocky dropped the bat, reaching up for her hand.

  She laughed, taking him to the freezer in the garage. The longer she was around him, she started to understand his language. Please sounded a lot like peas.

  After getting him the easy to eat ice cream treat, she returned to the front of the house and sat beside Tracy. Curley would be arriving soon. He'd called earlier that morning and let her know he was in Eastern Washington and heading home.

  "Were we ever that young?" She swept her hair behind her shoulders.

  "If we were, I don't remember." Tracy leaned to the side and nudged Faye's shoulder. "Thanks for stay last night. I can't remember when the last time both kids slept through the whole night. I might hire you to come wear them out every day if it means I get enough hours of sleep."

  "I don't think I'm ready for that." She glanced at Tracy. "Do you want to tell me why I was sent here to spend the night?"

  Tracy sighed and put the baby on her other side. "You caught that too?"

  "Mm-hm. I had a feeling Curley had his hand in having me come here." She stretched her legs out in front of her, watching Rocky make a mess of his ice cream out in the yard. "Things are going so good between us, I didn't want to ask Curley. I knew the club was going on a ride, so he has a legitimate reason for leaving town, but there was no real reason for me to come here and interrupt you and Rick."

  "Give me a minute." Tracy got up and gathered Rocky, leading him into the house.

  Outside by herself, Faye rubbed the base of her neck. She wasn't worried about Curley's reasons for sending her here, she was mostly curious.

  Now that they'd opened communication, it was like someone had turned the faucet on. Her questions poured out. She wanted to know everything about him.

  Several minutes later, Tracy returned by herself. "Rick's going to clean Rocky up and try to get both kids down for a nap. That means I can sit out here and relax."

  "He's really a good dad." She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

  "Yeah." Tracy smiled. "The best."

  She wondered if Curley ever had a desire for children. He was older than her and must've gone through a phase in his life when he'd thought about having a family. She swallowed. Maybe she had stopped him. He hadn't planned on claiming her, and once he had, he wouldn't walk away. Tarkio members had a process to go through, from what she knew about their laws about common-law marriages. Splitting up with an outsider was easy, but if the relationship involved a daughter, wife, or relative of another Tarkio member, they had to go in front of the table and state their intent.

  At least that's how Uncle Walker had once explained it to her.

  "As for Curley's reasons for sending you here, I honestly don't know. I would tell you if I did know. Curley did have Rick tell me to ask you. You know me, the more people at the house, the better. Everyone is welcome. I love having you here, so I jumped at the chance."

  "I'm glad you did." She put her cheek on her knees. "I'll ask him when he gets back. It's probably nothing."

  "Yeah, he could've just been trying to do something nice and give you time with an old friend," said Tracy.

  "Curley? Nice?" She snorted, then grinned. "No, I hear you. He is nice. A lot nicer than in the past...what? Six years?"

  "Stop." Tracy shook her head in amusement. "He is nice to me, so I'm biased. But, seriously, you guys seem like you're getting along. You were all up in each other's business at the clubhouse the other night."

  Her stomach fluttered, remembering what they'd done afterward at Curley's house, out in the field.

  "We're doing so much better. It's like everything is new and exciting. It's what I didn't get back when I was seventeen years old." She leaned over and put her head on Tracy's shoulder. "You and Rick give me something to strive for. I love how you're so happy, and you have a beautiful family to love. I can't imagine how happy you are."

  The front door opened. "Tracy?"

  "Yeah?" Tracy straightened and looked over her shoulder. "Do the kids need me?"

  "They went right to sleep." He stepped outside and caressed the back of Tracy's head. "Curley called. He's hung up at the clubhouse and wanted Faye to know she can go home, and he'll meet her there in an hour."

  "I take it, he means his house," said Faye.

  "I assumed that." Rick stayed at the door. "Let me know when you're ready, and I'll escort you."

  "No, need. It only takes a few minutes, and I'm going right there."

  "Sure?"

  She smiled at Tracy's husband as she stood. "Positive. I'll just tiptoe inside and get my bag, and you guys will hopefully have two minutes to yourself while the kids nap."

  Tracy laughed. "Don't count on it."

  She gathered her belongings and quietly left the house. After giving Tracy a hug and smiling at Rick, she got in her car, excited to see Curley. A week was too long to be apart. She almost wished it wasn't a work night, and they could stay home. But at least he'd be at Promis
e with her.

  While each night, more customers came to have a drink or two, business remained intimate and quiet compared to her previous work. The Tarkio members went from clubhouse to Promise, always checking in. Luckily, the low overhead expenses got paid, but she knew they'd need to expand if Curley ever thought he'd make a living from the bar.

  A red light flashed on the dash of the car. She groaned. Paco had already fixed the oil problem. What could be wrong now?

  Rounding the corner, she peered ahead, hoping to see Curley's Harley parked in the driveway. Instead, she found a maroon car parked in his spot. She slowed down. The vehicle looked familiar, though she couldn't place who it belonged to. Probably one of the Tarkio members vehicles.

  She pulled in beside the car. Picking up her bag, she got out and peered into the other vehicle. Since staying with Curley, Tarkio members hadn't entered the house without him, but the seat was empty. Maybe Curley told whoever it was to go inside and wait.

  Carrying her keys, she walked to the front door and tried the handle. It was locked.

  She glanced back to the driveway. It must be a Tarkio member's car, and they took off. Maybe whoever it was had to meet them at the clubhouse.

  Unlocking the door, she stepped inside when she heard her name called. She turned around and scanned the yard outside. Nerves filled her being at Curley's house alone instead of in the comfort of her house in Superior where she knew everyone.

  "Wait. Faye," yelled a male voice.

  She stuck her head out the doorway and found Cal jogging toward her from the side yard. "What in the world are you doing here? What were you doing in the backyard?"

  How had he known where she was staying? She held on to the doorknob, prepared to shut the door if he came too close.

  "I've been trying to get ahold of you, but you weren't answering the phone. I thought you might be outside." Cal stopped and gulped for air. "Angela told me where I could find you. Stephanie had an emergency. Her mom got in an accident with Jeff in the car. It doesn't look like her mom is going to make it."

  "Oh, my God." She dropped her bag at her feet and stepped outside. "What about her son?"

  "I don't know." Cal shook his head. " She's falling apart and needs you at the hospital."

  "Which one?" Her heart raced.

  "The community hospital in Superior." He looked at his watch. "It's taken so long to find you..."

  "I'll go to her." She shut the door, locking it.

  Hurrying to the driveway, she was halfway to her car and remembered the engine light had come on. It was an hour drive to Superior.

  "Wait." She backstepped toward the house. "My car is acting up. I need to call someone to come and get me."

  "There's no time. If something happens to Stephanie's boy, she's going to—"

  "Don't say that." She worked her lips in worrying, not knowing what to do.

  "Come on. You can ride with me." Cal stood at his car. "It'll be faster."

  Worried for her friend, knowing how important her family was to her and she took care of everyone herself, she slid into the passenger seat. Adrenaline flowed through her. Stephanie was the hardest working woman she'd ever met. Every spare minute was spent taking care of her son and her mom. She must be scared out of her mind.

  Cal raced down the road. A motorcycle headed toward them.

  She sat straighter, squinting to see through the windshield. Recognizing Curley on his Harley, she grabbed the dash.

  "Stop. That's Curley. He can take me to the hospital," she said.

  Cal stomped on the gas pedal. The car shot forward.

  "What are you doing? I want you to stop." She banged the dash with her fist, her gaze following Curley as he sped by them going toward home.

  She looked at Cal. He concentrated on the road. Sweat rolled down his temples. Coldness filled her chest.

  The hair on her arms stood up, and she knew her friend's emergency was a lie. Cal wasn't taking her to the hospital.

  And, Curley had no idea where she'd gone.

  Chapter 33

  Curley

  Curley pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. He rubbed his hands together. The long fucking week had every joint in his hands aching from the hard miles he and the other Tarkio members on his crew put in on the roundtrip to California.

  It was a successful trip. Tarkio was satisfied with the production level on the marijuana crops, and certain the recent added security during pick up was for the best.

  He swung his leg over the Harley and stood.

  Once he had Faye in his arms, he planned to take her to bed and not get up until it was time to go to work tonight. Sleep would come when he died. Right now, all he needed was his old lady.

  He undid the strap, holding his duffle to the backseat of his Harley, and carried the bag to the house. Keeping his eyes on the door, he expected Faye to run out and greet him.

  When she hadn't come outside, he grinned. Maybe she was taking a shower or prettying herself up for his arrival. Obviously, Rick had given her the message that he would be home because her car was parked in the driveway.

  He tried the door handle, glad to find it locked. While she was safe when he was around, she needed to take extra precautions when alone. He'd made many enemies throughout the years. Wearing the Tarkio patch, put a target on his back. One he willingly wore with pride.

  Using his key, he let himself inside. Faye's bag sat in his path on the floor, and he tossed his duffle, moving her things to the side.

  "Faye?" He walked through the living room and peeked in the kitchen before going down the hallway. "Faye? I'm home."

  He entered the bedroom. The bed was made, and the drapes were open. Checking out the bathroom, the laundry room, and the spare bedrooms, he went to the backdoor and stepped outside onto the deck, scanning the area.

  Not finding her, he walked inside and picked up the phone receiver on the wall of the kitchen, dialing Rick's number.

  "Hello?" answered Tracy.

  "It's Curley. Did Faye drive to your house, or did she get a ride?"

  "She drove. Why?"

  "Her car is here, but I can't find her." He stretched the phone cord toward the window and looked outside again. "The house was locked up."

  "That's weird. She left about a half-hour ago or so, and was excited to see you again."

  "Do you think one of the other ladies had plans with her or would stop by the house?" He ran his hand over his head.

  "I don't think so, but I couldn't swear. She does have her own life and schedule, so I don't know." Tracy paused. "Actually, Curley. I don't think she'd leave. She really missed you and shot out of here as soon as she heard you were at the clubhouse and coming home. Maybe she went to the clubhouse."

  "But her car is here."

  "It's only a mile away. Could she have walked?"

  There was no reason to walk when she had a car. Adrenaline filled him. His return to Missoula forgotten. He wanted his woman.

  "Is Rick still home?" he asked.

  "Yeah."

  "Send him to my house. Tell him to hurry."

  Tracy's voice quieted as she spoke with her man, then she came back on the line. "He's heading out."

  "Thanks."

  "Curley?" Tracy softened her voice and said, "Everything is okay. Faye's okay."

  "I hope so." He hung up and stormed over to his duffle.

  Pulling out the clothes and supplies he had for the trip, he left the extra pistol and ammo inside. He jogged out of the house, secured the bag, and started his bike. By the time Rick arrived, he was past ready to go.

  "I have no idea where she went," he thundered over the revving engines. "Let's split up and see if she's walking as we head to the clubhouse."

  "Someone should be here in case she shows up," said Rick.

  He flipped his sunglasses down. "I'll send someone when we get there. I'll also swing by Promise and make sure she's not there with her girlfriends. Knowing her, she probably got an idea to spiff up the
place and wanted to surprise me or some other shit."

  "Roll on, brother. I'm right behind you." Rick dipped his chin.

  Curley sped out of the driveway. There had to be some ridiculous excuse for her not being at home when he'd arrived. He was probably worried for no reason.

  But until he had her by his side, he'd send out a damn search party.

  Chapter 34

  Faye

  The sweat stain around the collar of Cal's shirt spread toward his shoulders. Faye gripped the armrest, tense, and ready to jump the moment the car got off the interstate. Knowing the area, she also picked out a spot where it would be safe to escape with people around to help her.

  "You're going to like what I've done for you." Cal glanced over at her and smiled as if none of his prior sexual harassment of her while working had ever happened. "You'll be real happy."

  "I'll be happy when you stop the car and let me out." Her toes curled in her sneakers. "You lied to me."

  "I'm going to make it up to you." He turned off the interstate, dropping his speed down to fifty miles an hour. "You'll see that I'm serious about making things right between us."

  Would she survive a jump out of the car at seventy-five miles an hour?

  She looked out the side window. Where the pavement met the grass blurred in her vision. She wasn't even sure she could jump far enough to land on the grass.

  Not letting him think she was happy about anything he'd done, she said, "I don't want anything to do with you, Cal. We've been over this before. You purposely lied to get me alone. Why?"

  He reached over and rubbed her thigh. She pushed his hand away and scooted as close to the door as possible. It was unbelievable that the first few years she'd worked for Cal and his wife, he'd treated her with respect when he showed up at the lounge.

  The man sitting in the driver's seat had lost his mind.

  There was something seriously wrong with him.

  He was a danger to other people, especially women. Especially her.

  There was no reason to single her out. He never gave Angela, Stephanie, or Jenna problems the way he had her.