Sexy Saturday

by Annalise Wells

  “Beau won’t let us use second rate stuff, he says it’s bad to do it for economy’s sake.”

  “What’s your name anyway?” Alex asks.

  “John, nice and easy to remember,” John says.

  Alex walks into the office and picks Brent’s coffee mug up and takes a sip. He looks at John. “I have to go to New York to speak to Shona and Beau in a couple of days. Brent and Bell will be in charge,” Alex explains. He gives us a warm smile.

  John sips from his mug and screws his face up. “What sort of coffee is this?” he asks. “And sure, no problem with Brent or Bell. I’m sure these guys will be done in a few days,” he says.

  “A few days and the apartment will be ready?” I ask.

  “It doesn’t take much to do, we work twenty-four seven, so it’s lucky you woke up, I guess.”

  “I thought the note was a joke, you two stayed here?” Alex asks, obviously shocked by the idea.

  “Yeah, and it was peaceful until this morning,” Brent says laughing.

  “Once we’ve soundproofed the warehouse, you won’t hear a thing from the club,” John mentions. “I better get going, I don’t get paid to talk.”

  “John, we have some bags upstairs, if your guys can just bring them here, is that cool?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t mind.

  “No problem, Miss,” he replies.

  “You have to go to New York?” Brent asks Alex.

  “Yeah, they will be back the day after tomorrow, and I want to speak to her about Mikey. That sort of thing is better to face to face,” Alex replies. “I also want to show her the files Mikey left with the dirt on the city officials.”

  “What’s all this stuff about city officials?” I ask.

  “Mikey told us they’re the ones who cause problems,” Alex explains.

  I sip on my disgusting coffee and look at Alex. “You want dirt on these officials?” I ask.

  “Yeah, Mikey has all the names, he says it’s not worth paying them because they’ll just ask for too much.”

  “When you see Shona, explain it to her and ask if you can have Bob here for a while,” I say.

  “Who is Bob?” Alex asks.

  Brent stands and looks utterly bewildered. “I feel like I have lost five years of my life,” he says.

  I chuckle. “Bob is Ty’s magic man, you won’t believe what he can do or find with a computer,” I explain.

  “And you’ve met him?” Brent asks.

  “Very briefly, but if it wasn’t for him, most of what has happened would not have happened,” I say. “Seriously!”

  “We’ll have to get him somewhere to work,” Alex says.

  “You have that building outside, the one on the right, that’s perfect,” I say.

  “I can see why life is never dull with anything that Shona has her fingers in,” Brent says.

  I start to laugh. “You have no idea, you could write books on what has happened,” I say.

  “Alex, no offense to Brooke and her choice of name for the club, but I’m not sure it will work,” Brent says.

  “Have you got a better suggestion?” he asks.

  “Well, I was thinking about it. We can still keep that angle, but I thought of ‘Wonderland,’ you know, like Alice in Wonderland,” Brent explains.

  “You know Brent, I think you might have given us the whole concept for the interior,” Alex says. He looks excited.

  “It will definitely be crazy-good, and you can have some bizarre arty stuff going on,” Brent says.

  “I will run it by her soon,” Alex says.

  “If you’re going back to the hotel, you can give us a lift, we came by cab,” Brent says.

  “Yeah, sure. The car is out front, just grab your bags.”

  Alex and I wait for Brent to relocate our bags, we walk out of the open shutter where large tipper trucks are being filled with rubbish and rubble.

  “I see you and Brent are getting on well?” Alex asks.

  “He’s cool, he may not be a biker, but his heart is in the right place. I used to think bikers were my thing. I think gorgeous gentleman is more my style, now. He’s funny too.”

  “Yep, he was the only person who I felt I could turn to. I just want to make sure he is okay,” Alex explains.

  “You don’t have to worry about, me, I think my wild days are finally over! I was even looking at soft furnishings yesterday,” I say laughing.

  “I’m sure you still have some fight left in you,” Alex says.

  “I’m just ready to settle down, those bikers sure as hell put you through it,” I explain.

  “It’s no wonder you wanted to get away from them.”

  “It wasn’t just that, the whole undercover thing is so fucking stressful, you forget who you are after a while,” I say plainly.

  “I don’t think you will ever forget who you are with Brent, he certainly knows who he is,” Alex says. He gives a warm smile.

  “And who is he exactly?” I ask.

  “He is the best, most honest friend anyone could ask for, that’s who he is,” Alex says.

  Brent comes walking out from the large shutter door with the backpacks. He looks at us. “What have you two been talking about?” he asks curiously.

  “You know, the club and friendship,” Alex says.

  “So, you’ve not been talking about me?”

  Alex shakes his head. “Why would we want to talk about you?”

  Brent shrugs his shoulder. “I thought you both might agree I was cool.” We all laugh and he adds, “I’m fucking awesome!”

  Alex smiles. “Yes, you are a work of fucking art!”

  “The road to success is always under construction.”

  Brent

  “The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.”

  I was finally in charge of my own destiny to a certain extent. Alex had flown to New York to speak to Shona and Beau regarding the situation with Mikey. Including all the hiccups we could encounter with overly-greedy city officials.

  Construction on the club was going at an alarming rate. Already, the warehouse had been completely gutted and refitted with the sound insulation plus amazing new electrics and sprinkler systems. We now just have a day to wait for Mikey to arrive from Jamaica. Hopefully, the real work can begin soon. I am extremely excited about it all. It’s like a whole new chapter in my life.

  Bell is beside herself with the apartment, after only a few days it’s almost ready for us to move into. It’s amazing what work can be done when teams work around the clock to finish it. Beau’s teams should give some advice to the government, there would be half as many roadworks dotted around if they followed the same methodology and work ethics.

  “Are you excited about moving into the apartment?” I ask Bell as she slides herself from the bed.

  “Damn right, we have to go shopping for some small items soon,” she replies.

  “Shopping again?” I say with a long sigh.

  “You know it’s important, we can’t just move in with no plates or anything,” she replies. She gives me a stern and pouty look.

  “When do you want to go?”

  “Today would be a good day, there’s only us here, and the construction crews are just finishing up and waiting for Mikey,” Bell replies.

  “We should go early, then we can get it out of the way. We have Alex’s rental so there’s no need for a cab,” I explain.

  “We might as well make a move, the sooner the better,” Bell says pulling on my arm frantically.

  I finally stand from the bed. Bell shoves me toward the bathroom. I walk like a zombie with my arms lolling at the side of my body.

  “I hate shopping,” I say in a slow, low tone.

  “I will make it really exciting for you, don’t worry about that!” Bell replies as she shoves me into the shower.

  I turn the lever and the water blasts out from the shower. The initial icy blast sends shudders flooding through my body.

  “Shit, that’s cold,” I scream. “Fuck it!”


  “Don’t be such a girl, it will be warm in a minute.”

  I see Bell as she removes her t-shirt and panties. She really does have a very sexy body. The half-body tattoo just highlights her curves, more than beautifully.

  “Are you looking at me or my tattoo?” she asks.

  “I was admiring both, they complement each other,” I reply.

  “You should get one,” Bell says. She smiles at me with thoughts racing around in her head. I can literally feel her thinking.

  “Me, with a tattoo? I don’t think so,” I reply, obviously frowning.

  Tattoo’s really hurt… fuck that…

  “I was thinking about getting another, but I wasn’t sure what to have,” Bell says.

  “I’m not sure you can get much better than the one you have, it sums you up perfectly,” I reply.

  “So, you think I’m a fire breathing dragon?” Bell says laughing. I choose not to answer on the grounds I might incriminate myself.

  The water in the shower warms. I stand there letting it pound over my head. Bell picks up the large sponge and starts soaping my body.

  “You have a tongue of fire, but you are not a dragon,” I reply, trying to make amends.

  “I might just have a geisha put on my shoulder, just something to complement the dragon,” Bell says.

  “I think you better wait until all this is finished, you don’t want to be covered in a bandage while construction is going on.”

  “I think you’re right, I might have it done as a celebration of the club opening, and then I will always remember it,” Bell says.

  “You know, that would be a great honor, especially if you manage to slip me somewhere in your tattoo,” I say laughing.

  “I have a space for you over my heart,” Bell says as she points above her breast.

  “That’s where the dragon’s flames finish,” I say. I give her a raised eyebrow.

  “Yeah, then I know I can always make you hot!” She giggles. Bell slaps the large sponge against my broad chest and jumps out of the shower. “If I get you hot now, we will never get to the shopping,” she says.

  Bell wraps herself in a large white towel and walks into the bedroom. I stand there letting the water run over me.

  Damn, I could’ve really used some early morning fun…

  We arrive at the shopping mall just before opening. Bell is eager to get everything she wants before lunch. I have never seen any other woman who can shop for so little time… and get everything they need.

  “Let’s grab something to eat and a coffee before we start, then we won’t have bags to carry around with us,” I say.

  “It sounds good to me,” Bell says. “There’s a meal van over there.” Bell gestures with her head back into the parking lot. We walk over and check out the menu.

  “Just a sandwich and coffee for me,” I say.

  “Same here, I don’t want to feel bloated walking around,” Bell replies.

  I order the sandwiches and turn with the coffee. Bell is looking over her shoulder toward the street. “What are you staring at?” I ask.

  “Can you hear that rumble of motorcycles?” she asks.

  “I can’t hear anything,” I reply.

  I turn to the street. I see a large motorcycle turn around the corner, then around twenty bikers come around the corner after the first one.

  “I knew I could hear them,” Bell says.

  “It’s just a bike gang,” I reply.

  “I don’t think it is, that sound is really familiar. I think it’s Drake and The Sons of Rebellion, but what they are doing in town, I have no idea,” Bell says. She looks slightly perturbed.

  “Is it stupid to say they might be on vacation?” I ask.

  “It’s really fucking stupid. If they see me, it might cause a bit of a confrontation,” Bell explains.

  “Why?” I ask, now feeling a lump growing in my throat.

  “I left in the middle of the night. Ty gave me the all clear, so I grabbed my stuff and left,” she says.

  “We should try and find out if they are going to be here for a while or just passing through,” I say.

  “Whatever the reason, I’m going to try and keep a low profile.”

  “Finish your coffee, the mall is opening. I don’t think they will be doing any shopping,” I say. “Not likely!”

  Bell sighs. “Brent, just don’t underestimate them.”

  We head into the mall quickly. Bell gives a final glance over her shoulder as we step through the revolving door. Once we step into the cool air of the mall, she relaxes and links her arm through mine.

  “What first?” I ask.”

  “Kitchen, we need kitchen things,” she says.

  “We shouldn’t need many,” I reply.

  “You might not, but I’m a real whizz in the kitchen, you know,” Bell explains.

  “So, I’m going to be piling on the pounds?”

  Bell shakes her head. “Just cast your eyes over my body, you think I don’t know how to eat healthily?” she asks. I stand back and look at her body as instructed. I give a huge nod of satisfaction. “Well, do you understand now?” she asks.

  “Sorry, I was still admiring your body, what was the question?” I reply with a cheeky grin.

  “Don’t be such an ass.”

  Bell drags me into the department store and leads me to the kitchen wares. I wasn’t aware one person could need so many tools for cooking. Bell seems to be selecting one of each item and dumping it into the cart.

  “Do you really need all of these?” I ask.

  “Of course, and there will still be occasions when there is something I need and I won’t have one,” she replies.

  “I hope you have plenty of money on you,” I say laughing.

  “Don’t worry, this is my first treat from my payment that Beau gave me,” she replies.

  “I think we are going to need another cart,” I say.

  “I believe that we need more than just one,” Bell says as she starts loading skillets and Dutch ovens into the cart. “Coffee maker?” Bell asks.

  “Isn’t instant easier?” I ask.

  “I suppose I don’t want to get carried away,” she says.

  I look at the cart that is full, the second cart is going to end up full soon.

  “Stop it,” Bell says.

  “Stop what?”

  “I know what you’re thinking.”

  “How do you know what I am thinking?” I ask, feeling like I’ve been found out.

  “It’s a natural thought of men, you think I’m getting carried away,” she says giggling.

  “No Darling, I wasn’t thinking that at all,” I say, definitely lying through my teeth. “I was really thinking, we don’t have dishes and plates yet.” I smile at Bell. She frowns as she looks at me in disbelief.

  Bell giggles as she shrugs her shoulders. “I will let you off with that one, but I am watching you. Darling!!”

  “I am just a helper here, a cart pusher.”

  “Yes… DARLING!!!” she says with a wild tone I’ve never heard before today.

  “The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.”

  Bell

  “A woman’s work is never done, no matter how much she enjoys it.”

  I didn’t really show it in the parking lot, but I was slightly worried about The Sons of Rebellion being in town. I know Drake wouldn’t hurt me or anything, but it could cause a lot of hassle and aggravation. I had hurt his pride more than anything, and that’s one thing a leader of a gang hates… more than anything.

  He would probably feel like I had double-crossed him, and that was another thing that bike gang leaders hated. That was when they made examples of whoever had double-crossed them. I had my finger crossed, he didn’t look at me that way if he managed to see me.

  Brent came back with a third cart. Kitchen utensils were out of the way, and now it was soft furnishings and the all-important bed necessities. Brent had forgotten the bed, and there was no way I
was going to spend all my time sleeping on yoga mats and a throw over blanket.

  “There is no way I can get that in the cart,” Brent says pointing at a bed.

  “Oh Brent, you are so funny,” I reply. “Big items will need to be delivered. Hmm, we need a bed, a couch, chairs, and tables, all of that stuff,” I say.

  “I was thinking we would be home for lunch, I’m not sure my feet can take it,” Brent replies.

  “Don’t panic, we’ll have a break in a while, you are doing well for a cart pusher,” I say. I give a sly smile.

  “I feel like a donkey, just load me up and I will carry it wherever you want,” Brent replies with a sarcastic smile.

  “Heehaw, heehaw,” I say laughing a bit too loudly. A woman looks at me strangely and Brent rolls his eyes.

  “Sssh,” he says.

  “Do you want me to stop now? Need a break?”

  “Oh yes, please to both,” Brent says.

  We walk from the bedding section and start walking to the entrance. I see the clothing section approach and have an idea of how to make Brent’s shopping trip much more enjoyable. After all, I did owe him a special treat after he pleasured me in the new apartment.

  I pull on his sleeve and drag him into a change room. I close and lock the door behind us. “What are we doing in here?” he asks.

  “Just fucking shut up and enjoy,” I say.

  Brent looks at me puzzled until I pull on his belt. The buckle pops open and then I fumble with the button on his jeans. I pull them down over his firm buttocks and can see he’s not wearing any underwear.

  “No underwear today?” I ask.

  “No, it’s nice to go without because it tickles,” he says laughing.

  Brent’s pants fall around his ankles. I stand in front of him and remove my jacket. I drop my hand and cup his balls. I gently massage him. He smiles as I lean toward him and kiss him in passion.

  Our lips lock together as my tongue darts and swirls around his. Brent wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer toward him. I feel his balls inside the soft skin of his sack, he moans and groans as his manhood begins to harden under my sensual touch. I tighten the grip of my fingers around the base of his shaft and his balls. The skin of his cock pulls tight as his pulse pumps hard against my fingers.