by Debra Kayn
"Oh, you would, huh?" A thrill went through her body. "I like the sound of that."
"Hey, knock it off, you two." Shari walked down the hallway, waving her hands. "Innocent women coming through. We don't need to see that."
Behind Shari, the Silver Girls strolled toward them, bags in hand, wearing excited, but tired smiles. Lilly squirmed off Ink and faced her employees.
"I am so proud of each one of you." Lilly placed her hand on her chest to keep from exploding with happiness. "Rest up, and come back tomorrow night ready to blow the customers away."
Carrie snickered. "That's against the rules, boss lady."
"Yes. It is. No blowing." Lilly shook her finger, driving the point home. "Go on. Silver Girls, the men are ready to go home. Moroad women...ride safe and be proud of yourself, because you all rocked tonight."
She hugged each one of them. Katie came last and with a quick embrace, hustled up the back stairs. Lilly followed the others, and Ink stopped her at the door.
"From now on, you stay inside while we make sure the girls leave," he said.
She gazed past him at the Bantorus truck idling and the Moroad riders already on their motorcycles. "Why?"
"I've seen a guy snooping around the building on a couple occasions and Remmy followed someone tonight right after we opened, but he lost him. He thinks he has a motorcycle parked outside of town, but he didn't get a good look at him. I've questioned Cam about any Moroad members who'd have an interest in what happens in this building, but he said all his men are accounted for, and it's not someone affiliated with them." Ink shook his head. "Until we know who the guy is and what he's doing hanging around, I want you inside unless I'm with you."
"It couldn't be Los Li, could it?" She sighed, hating the thought that the Mexican mafia had already gathered enough men after the Feds broke up the gang and sent them to prison. "I thought we were done being extra diligent. For once, it was nice not to worry about anyone coming after Bantorus."
"No, it's not Los Li." He lifted his hand to Remmy, who drove the truck. "It's probably nothing, but some guy trying to work his way across the state via I-90 and decided to stick around for a rest, but I'm not taking any chances."
The others rode off, and Ink shut the door. "Is Katie upstairs?"
"Yeah, she's already up in her room, safe and sound." She stood back while Ink set the alarm. They had ten seconds to shut the newly installed door on the second floor landing before the alarm went off.
She jogged up the steps and waited for Ink to get through, and shut the door. Ink locked it with his key. The moment he was free, she grabbed his hand and led him to their suite.
A quick turn of the lock on the door, and Ink had her pressed against the back of the couch, his mouth on her neck. Already riding an emotional high, her toes curled and she grabbed on to him to keep from falling head over heels over the couch. Her sex pulsed to attention at the mix of roughness from his whiskers and softness from his tongue.
His tongue licked the area below her ear. "Three."
Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders. "What?"
"I'm going to fuck you three times before I'm satisfied." He kissed his way along her jaw. "Then, I'll slow down."
She pulled back and stared at the arousal in his gaze, the wet open lips, and heavy breathing. She thrust her pelvis against the hard ridge in his jeans. His gray eyes flared back at her in approval.
"Two, and then I get to do whatever I want with you." She reached down and cupped his ass.
"Deal, Ace." His hand slid under her shirt.
She straightened, letting him remove her clothes. Her stomach fluttered and warmed. So many years of dreaming about him, and he was here. She could do whatever she wanted with him, for as long as she wanted.
He hooked his finger under the waist of her skirt and pulled the material off her. His gaze went to her hip. "It's healing. The scabs are flaking off."
She peered down at her winged wrapped heart and her insides warmed. "I look at it all the time, because I can't believe how perfect it is for me."
"Good." He unhooked her bra and groaned, gazing at her breasts.
Before she could help him undress, he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. The warm sweep of his tongue had her closing her eyes. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. He created a steady stream of pleasure with each suck, nibble, lick.
Ink lifted his head. "I need inside of you."
Going with the urgency inside of her and the husky drawl of his request, she turned around. She braced her hands on the couch, and widened her stance.
"Jesus, you're beautiful." His belt buckle clinked. "Let me get a condom on."
Rustling of foil came, and then Ink ran his hand over the curve of her hip. She dug her fingernails into the cushion of the couch and swayed back into his hand.
"Prettiest ass I've ever seen," Ink mumbles.
The warmth of his hardness slid over her butt. She rocked back and forth, needing him inside of her. Impatient, she turned, and he slapped her ass. A shiver went from her neck down to her tailbone and she laughed.
"Be patient." He put the head of his cock at her opening, and her amusement died.
Her legs trembled, and she pushed back with her arms. "Ink?"
"Let me enjoy you, Ace. We don't have to rush." He trailed his finger through her wetness and found her swollen nub.
She groaned, pushing into his hand. "I thought you wanted fast."
"Dick wants fast. Head wants all night of looking and touching."
His finger rubbed her clit. She clamped her eyes shut. Her control slipped, and her insides quivered on the verge of exploding before he even got inside.
"Oh, God," she whispered, breathless and desperate. "I can't...wait."
"You'll wait." He removed his hand.
She cried out at the loss of him. "Dammit, Ink. I need you."
"Walk to the side of the couch and lean over the arm." His hands went to her hips, guiding her.
She turned, but he forced her forward, away from him. Her growl of frustration met with a chuckle of amusement from him.
He sprawled his hand on her upper back and bent her over. The lower part of the couch brought her ass up higher. She widened her stance and Ink's warm, wet mouth landed between her legs. She hung her head, letting her forehead rest on the seat cushion. He'd never given her oral sex from behind. The position was both vulnerable and exciting.
He plunged his tongue inside of her. Thankful for the couch holding her up, she sagged over the arm and succumbed to the wonders of Ink's tongue. "Oh. My. God."
The softness and pressure too much to ignore, she pushed against his mouth. His groan of satisfaction excited her. She rotated her hips, spreading herself wide, wanting him to lick her all over.
He used his lips, his tongue, his whiskered chin. She rode his face. Her breasts, hanging loose, throbbed. There was no controlling any body part from the waist down.
Ink slipped a finger into her heat. "So wet and tight," he mumbled against her.
God, she was and she loved it.
Ink moved and stood behind her, placing his cock where his mouth had been. In one thrust, he buried himself in her. She came up on her tiptoes, taking his length, his width. The tension in her body zeroed in on her sex, squeezing him. Her body turned into one big pulse.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
He held her hips, thrusting and stroking. She bounced on her toes caught up in the rhythm. Her breath came faster, harsher, deeper. Lightheaded and floating, she desperately reached for the pleasure hovering to release.
"Harder," she said, startled by the raw forcefulness in her voice.
Ink gathered her hair down her back. Pressure pulled her head up. He leaned his body over her, his hand fisted in her hair.
"You want it rough?" he asked.
She nodded, making her eyes water from the tight hold on her hair. "Yes," she said on a hiss.
She wanted him completely inside of her. The need consu
med her and she bucked back against him. He held on to her tighter, stilling her movements until she couldn't move an inch off him.
"Let me take care of my woman," he said.
She grunted at the hard drive of his cock moving against the front wall of her pussy.
She screamed at him when he withdrew completely. "Please. More."
He plunged all the way in. Her breath escaped her as he continued his long pleasurable assault on her body. Unable to participate, she gladly became the recipient of Ink's attention.
She no longer held the couch in a desperate need for more, but grasped on for dear life as Ink loved on her body. Her core spiraled and tightened. There was no time to warn him that she was coming, because there was no stopping.
Her body convulsed in the most powerful orgasm ever. She let her head fall against the pressure of Ink holding her up. Her legs shook, and Ink continued pushing, pulling. He let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her ass higher until her feet left the floor. His shudder went clear through her and he groaned his release against the back of her neck.
The aftershocks of her orgasm milked his cock, causing him to sigh on a pleased laughed that tickled her neck. She smiled into the cushion. Exhausted and well loved, she laughed softly.
"I don't think I could stand if I tried," she whispered.
He kissed the curve of her shoulder. "As soon as I feel my legs, we're on to number two."
She turned her head, barely able to see him hovering over her. "Where at?"
"Bedroom. I need comfort if I'm going to make it to number three," he said, groaning as he straightened and pulled out of her body.
She stood and slipped her arms around his waist. "I love you."
"Love you too, Ace," he said, settling his arms around her head and cradling her to his chest. "I've got the rest of my life to make sure you know that."
She closed her eyes. Her heart filled with a lifetime of loving him. She always knew he was the one, and now that she understood how important it was for him never to lose her, she loved him more.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Two customers held a handful of cash up in the air, adding more to their offering, as the friendly competition got underway to attract one of the Silver Girls first. Ink winked at Lilly when she turned and grinned at him. All night the customers freely gave their hard-earned wages over to the girls, enjoying the night and atmosphere.
The silver Girls worked the room, giving thirty seconds to each man, dancing around, touching shoulders, chests, and mischievously moving on to the next customer who waved cash in front of her. Lilly handed Sawyer an empty money pouch to collect the tips from the girls, so they wouldn't have to interrupt their routine when their straps threatened to burst from holding all their tips. She couldn't wait to tally the night's earnings. From her estimation, they'd broken records an hour after opening the doors.
Ink stood behind the mobile bar counter, putting away the alcohol. She loved watching him work. They'd decided earlier to give every customer a drink on the house to test the response. Sexy, badass, and totally hot behind the moveable bar, Ink turned out to be a fast learner and made the process of pouring drinks look easy. She walked behind the bar and patted his ass. Soon, they'd be serving mixed drinks, and going by the customers' response tonight, their decision to add in more offerings was going to pay off in the end.
Sawyer handed off the money to her, and she walked back into the office. Without looking, she knew by the weight and thickness, the girls were going to be excited when she handed out the checks. She opened the safe, tossed the bag in, and locked it.
Returning to the main room, she passed Cam and Stache. They were late. Usually they came in with the Moroad women and hung out in the back of the room until the show started. She no longer minded. Their presence brought added security, and tonight most of Bantorus members stayed back at the club to work on the gun orders for the militia, since Kurt was concerned over Risa complaining about her back aching and decided to stay up at the house with her.
"Hey." Lilly stopped beside the Moroad members. "Having fun?"
Cam's smile wavered. "Of course."
His tightly controlled answer concerned her. While Moroad never requested to partake in having the women dance for them, they always seemed to enjoy watching.
"That's good." She motioned to Ink. "I better get ready for closing."
She escaped, glancing behind her, but Cam's eyes returned to the girls. She walked into Ink's embrace. Her head was starting to pound.
"Hey, are you okay?" Ink asked, pulling back from her without letting go.
She shrugged. "I'm getting a headache. I think I've had too much excitement."
"Go up and take some aspirin. I can watch things down here."
"No, I'll wait until we're done." She kissed him softly. "Mm, it'll go away soon."
His hand came down and patted her ass. "I know something that'll help, but you'll have to wait until everyone's out of here."
She stepped away and grinned. "I'll take you up on that offer."
The Silver Girls hurried past her to go change into their next outfit while the Moroad women finished the dance. She took up her position at the back wall, and let her head rest against the cool brick. After today, they had two days off and hopefully, her and Ink could get away for a couple hours and go for a ride.
Sheriff Colby stood from the table in the corner and approached Lilly. "You've done well reopening Silver Girls."
"Thanks." She eyed his badge. "Are you planning on being a regular around here?"
They'd had no more problems since the night she broke up the fight and almost got arrested. She gazed up at him, waiting to find out if she was under watch.
"I might drop in once in a while." Sheriff Colby hooked his thumbs on his gun belt. "Make sure the miners don't cause any trouble."
"You're welcome here any time." She went back to watching the girls when her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She reached down and removed her cell. Reading the screen, she squealed, covering her mouth. She texted Risa back, her thumbs shaking. In too much of a hurry, she hoped all the typos in her message made sense.
She looked up, searching for Ink and waved him over. Nervous and excited at the same time, she jumped in place, unable to stand still.
"What's going on?" Ink said, leaning close.
"Risa's water broke and she's having contractions. Kurt's taking her to the hospital. She wants me to find Sawyer and have him meet them there."
Ink rubbed the back of his neck and gazed around the room for Sawyer. "He brought the girls, since everyone is working at the ware...—he glanced at the sheriff—at the club. If he takes the truck to the hospital, the girls are stuck here."
"He can take my car." Lilly put her hands on Ink's chest, pushing him away. "Go tell him, and I'll run upstairs to get the keys."
"Okay." Ink walked off in the opposite direction.
She hurried through the crowd. Halfway up the stairs, her phone vibrated again. She groaned, and dug out her cell.
Risa had texted her again. Kurt needs Ink here NOW.
Her fingers flew over the screen. Ok. Ink and Sawyer are leaving right now.
She ran to the suite, found her purse, and grabbed her car keys. All thoughts of the crowd downstairs left. Risa was having a baby!
She ran into Ink and Sawyer at the back door. "Risa sent another text. Kurt wants you there too."
"Me?" Ink frowned. "Remmy's his VP."
"I didn't ask why, just go." She pushed him, and then tugged him back. "Maybe I should go, too. Risa might need a woman with her."
"You have to close the club, and Sawyer is Risa's baby momma or whatever you call it." Ink thrust his hand in his hair. "Fuck. Hang on. No one's around to run security if I leave, because everyone else is at the warehouse."
"We'll be fine," she said.
Ink shook his head. She groaned. They didn't have time to argue. The baby could be arriving any seco
nd.
"Jesus...you two are amateurs." Sawyer took the keys from Ink's hand. "You'd think no one has seen a baby born before."
"We haven't. Not one of our own." Lilly fisted both men's vest and shook them. "I'll ask the Moroad riders to hang around until the Silver Girls get in the truck. They can follow the girls to the viaduct."
Ink's mouth hardened. "Fine, but call the clubhouse and leave a message to let everyone know what's happening. Knowing Kurt, he's not thinking with his head, and maybe one of the guys will be smart enough to check the main phone. Also, make sure the girls call you when they arrive home. If they don't make contact within ten minutes after leaving town, call me and I'll head back."
She nodded, pushing him toward the door. "Tell Risa we all love her, and call me as soon as you know anything."
Sawyer and Ink jogged over to her car, she shut the door, and relocked it. She let her head fall forward and took a couple deep breathes. The president's old lady was having a baby. Everyone had known for months that this day would come, and of course, it came at the worst time. She wanted to be there, if nothing else, wait outside the birthing room for any news and support her friend.
She walked back into the main room to talk with the Moroad riders. They never hung around after the show, and asking them to escort the Silver Girls to the viaduct wasn't exactly asking them to do a favor. They wouldn't even have to go out of their way.
Cam turned when she approached. She motioned him toward the hallway where they could talk in private. He watched her with concern, and she forged on, uncomfortable with how to present their problem to him. Bantorus kept their business to themselves, always.
"There's been an emergency with the club, and the Bantorus men were called away. I'm concerned about the Silver Girls driving home after the show without an escort. We like to make sure they always have riders with them, so customers don't get the wild idea to follow them home." She twisted her fingers. "Do you think they can follow you? Just to the viaduct. After that, they'll be fine the rest of the way by themselves. I just need to get them out of town."
Cam nodded. "We can do that. Bantorus MC's clubhouse is only a couple miles out of town. We'll go the distance. I believe you would do that for our women if the circumstances were different."