by Sam Crescent
“Fucker better learn to keep his thoughts to himself, and his hands.” If Landon touched Lindsey’s ass, Pie was going to fucking kill him. He had a gun on him as well, and he could do it.
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“What’s going on?” Lindsey asked, looking up at Landon. The man was tall and ripped, but he was also younger than she liked as well. She didn’t have many limits, but she found she didn’t really gel with younger men. They were all about pushing boundaries. She knew she had so few, but also she didn’t like it when guys tried to push them. It just wasn’t for her.
“Nothing is going on, babe.”
“Cut the crap. Pie looked like he wanted to kill you. Dime didn’t look any better either. What was with all the shit?”
“Just talking guy stuff.”
“Your guy stuff sucks, just so you know, and it’s BS.”
“Why don’t you ask Pie? You and him seem to be getting cozy.” He stroked his hand down her back, heading toward her ass.
Shaking her head, she grabbed his hand and pulled it back up. “Not going to happen, boy-o.”
“I thought you liked sex?”
“I do like sex. A lot of sex, and I’m not ashamed of that.”
“What’s the problem then?” he asked.
She stared at Landon. They were not close at all, but he’d always been pretty civil to her, so she didn’t understand the sudden attitude. “What is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem.”
“Sounds like you do. Whatever it is, get over it or talk about it, but don’t stir shit just because you can. That’s not fun, or fair to anyone else.”
“When did you get all advice like?” Landon asked.
“I’m just speaking as a friend.”
“We’re not friends.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what? Fine. Be a pain in the ass. It’s not my problem at all. I’ve got other things to do, and they’re not dancing with you.” She made to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. “Let go.”
“Do you have a thing for Pie?”
Glaring at him, she brought her foot down on his, making sure to use her heel so he’d let her go. She didn’t like it when men used force to keep her in place like this. There was the right time for some kinky play, but not on the dance floor and certainly not talking about your friends.
Landon winced.
It was good for her that he wore sneakers.
“Don’t ever do that again. I like Pie, and it’s none of your business.”
Leaving the dance floor, she saw Pie was watching her, and she made her way over to him. Her hand shook just a little.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Don’t we have to wait for Floss?” she asked.
“I’m not his babysitter, and you look like you could use some fresh air.”
“Yes, please.”
Neither of them stopped to talk to Dime or the others. Rushing out of the club, she giggled as Pie climbed onto his bike. She straddled the back, wrapping her arms around his waist and laughing. “I love it when you go all badass on me.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She squealed as he pulled out of the drive and took an immediate left. More than anything, she loved the rush that came over her from holding onto him. When it came to Pie, she trusted him so damn much. He wouldn’t let any harm come to her, not even for a second. They had this bond of trust that made absolutely no sense in the world, but it was there. They had similar tastes in pretty much everything. She loved spending time with him, almost as much as she did Kasey, and her BFF’s new baby, a little boy. She loved being around him, even if Chip every now and then got pissed off that she was there.
Lindsey loved kids. They were so sweet and especially when they were at that age where they were no longer judgmental. People, adults, they were all about judging people, and she hated that most of all.
She didn’t know where they were headed, and right now, she didn’t care. The wind in her hair, the rush of the speed, everything was like a drive, making her feel so fucking alive.
Pie rode the bike like he was born to it, knowing how to twist and turn without giving it a second thought. The first time she’d ridden on the back of his bike, he’d made her wear a damn helmet. Now though, after months of built-up trust, she could ride without one. What he thought she would do was beyond her, but he had his reasons.
Suddenly, he came to a stop, parking in a small, abandoned lot. The supermarket looked shut down, and there were fliers stuck to the floor.
Climbing off, she held her hands out and spun around, giggling as she did. No matter what age she was, this never got old. Nearing thirty, she loved life, or at least the way she lived hers.
“Don’t you just love this?” she said.
Her thighs felt sore from hanging on so tight, but she’d not wanted to let him go, not even for a moment.
“I love watching you, that’s for sure.”
She laughed, putting her hands on her head then curving them around to her cheeks. “You love to watch, Mister?” She batted her eyelashes.
Pie folded his arms.
The leather hid his impressive muscles. She’d seen him without a shirt on, and that man was mighty fine.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she gave a little shimmy of her hips, and watched him laugh.
“Are you drunk?” he asked.
“Nope. If I was, I’d have on way less clothes. I’d be completely butt naked. Would you like that?” She gave a little twirl, shaking her jean-covered ass at him. “You like what you see?”
He moved up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. “You know I like it. A lot.”
She winked at him. “So, if you like it a lot, why are you being a pain in the ass about finding yourself a woman?” She turned around, placing her hands on his shoulders, and swaying to the beat inside her head. “Huh? Why?”
“Because they don’t appeal.”
“Women are women.”
“And you’ve fucked a few, I take it?”
“Hell, yeah, I’ve fucked a few. I told you, Pie, I don’t hold back from pleasure.” She gripped his hips, giving him a little grind of her pelvis. “You should lighten up, you know.”
“I am light.”
“We could completely compare notes.”
“You really have fucked a woman then? You’re not telling little porkies?” he asked, cupping her cheeks, tilting her head back. His gaze for a split second landed on her lips, but he quickly averted it before staring into her eyes once again.
“I don’t lie to you, Pie. Yes, I have. You ever made a woman come three times in one night?”
“Is that all you’ve got?”
She chuckled at his cockiness. “We’re supposed to be finding your Miss Right, and the only thing I can come up with right now is that you want no one. I don’t get it.”
“I want someone.”
“Okay then, tell me again what you need. ‘Kind, sweet, willing to do your laundry and cook’ is totally not working. You won’t go on dating websites, and you’re picky about who you’ll even try to chat up in bars. You’re lame, Pie. I need some help.”
His hands moved down her body, cupping her hips, and she tried to keep her thoughts strictly professional. When she and Pie had first started this, there had been an attraction. Of course there had been. Pie was a guy, and she was a woman.
Even though she loved sex and had even dated women, she did love men and cock.
“I want a woman who is willing to be up for anything. Always wants to have fun even when we have to be serious.”
“Okay. That’s not too hard to find.”
“She’s got to be willing to accept the club and not get jealous when a hot piece of ass joins to help some of the brothers.”
“So, a pushover or a doormat?”
“No, someone who is willing to trust.”
“We really n
eed to sign you up for a dating site.”
“You keep complaining about my complete lack of help, but you’ve not actually done any better. I want you to know that.”
“Please, that guy you set me up with last week was so boring. His entire life he’s watched ants. I mean, seriously, how did that even get past you?” she asked but smiled as she did. Her date had been a bust, but Pie had been there to pick up the pieces.
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