by Debra Kayn
Jett whispered to Sydney and walked straight to Olin. Before Olin made contact with the supplier, he'd need to pass on the information to his brother as acting president.
"The women who Ashley works with are enjoying themselves." Jett leaned against the wall beside Olin. "Your doing?"
"I used the opportunity." Olin tilted his head toward his brother. "Stick a hand out, get something in return."
"It worked?"
"I have the contact info I need. I'll call after I leave."
Jett inhaled deeply, his chest expanded. "Good."
"If it doesn't work out, we're fucked," muttered Olin.
Jett dipped his chin and lowered his voice. "Plan for the worst. We could all be spread through the United States picking parts by next week."
With Ashley committed to him and under his roof for the first time, the last thing he wanted to do was be away from home. Anything could go wrong. One erroneous move or slip up and the chance of him being arrested skyrocketed.
As if knowing he thought about her, Ashley caught his gaze and moved toward him. Olin elbowed Jett, cutting off the conversation.
Ashley stopped halfway across the room, pointed at the bar and raised her brows silently asking if he wanted a drink. He shook his head. Whenever there were questionable people around her, he stayed away from losing his head.
Elissa and Willa were involved in an illegal act. Whether they were aware of it or not, that put Ashley in the mix.
She approached and snaked her arms around him, locking her hands against his back. "You look mean."
He cleared his throat. "I am."
She laughed, pecking him on the lips. "Mean and sexy. I like it."
"Don't start what you won't finish, Ash." He worked his hands up into her hair. "I have no problem using that table behind you."
She wiggled against him. "Liar."
He growled, walking her backward, and captured her mouth. Knocking the forgotten beer bottle from the table to the floor, he bent her over and lifted her ass up on the surface. Her scream of laughter tore her away from him. He gathered both of her hands and pinned them to the table.
Using his knee, he separated her legs and pressed himself against her. "What did you call me?"
Her body convulsed in amusement on the table. "Liar," she mouthed, using her tongue in a teasing way.
His cock hardened and he lowered his head closer to her. "I'm going to take your jeans off and stick my—"
"Olin," she said, a shudder rolling through her.
He stared into her eyes. She stared back.
A standoff called, he knew better than to believe she'd change her mind. His woman would let him strip her naked and spread her wide in front of the whole damn club to prove her love for him.
A primal part of him wanted everyone to see him take her. His balls ached. To permanently shout to the world that nobody would come between them.
"Let's go home." He straightened, pulling her into a sitting position.
He lifted her by the waist and set her on her feet. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around her, more than willing to be the one to back down.
He wouldn't share her with anyone.
She was his, body, mind, soul.
Raising to her toes, she pulled his head down and put her lips on his ear. "Chicken," she whispered.
"Damn." He inhaled swiftly. "We're leaving."
He'd find out in private who was the bigger chicken.
She lowered her mouth, sucked his neck, and said, "I was going to wait until Elissa and Willa were ready to go. I don't want to interrupt their fun."
He lifted his gaze, searching the room. Willa was gone. So, was Greggy. He caught sight of Shore, escorting Elissa upstairs.
"They're busy," he said.
Ashley swiveled in his arms and looked for herself, then turned to him and gawked. "Seriously? Who did they go off with?"
"Shore and Greggy."
She wrinkled her mouth as if getting a bitter taste. "God, I'm going to show up for work on Monday, and they'll be mad at me for inviting them."
"Eh, I'm sure they'll remember their night here with a smile."
She smacked his arm. "Says you, who would've fucked me on the table in front of everyone."
"Damn, woman. Let's go home." He swept her up in his arms and stalked out the door.
She clung to his neck and kicked her feet. "Don't drop me."
"Never have before." He hefted her higher and extended his stride. "I thought we'd never get out of there."
"Come on, it was fun."
Parties were a way to let loose when he was younger. He'd pour some back, snort some up, and stick a big one in. Then, in the morning, he'd laugh in the face of danger knowing he'd survived.
He hadn't had a reason to slow down. Until he thought he'd lost Ashley.
He cut back on the hard living and spent more time at home. Just him and his woman.
Sliding her down his body, he handed her the helmet. She smiled up at him. It was going to be a long ride home. She was loose, happy, and feeling good.
And, he wanted her.
"Olin," shouted Chief.
"Fuck," he muttered, turning around to face his father. "Yeah?"
Chief strode down the line of motorcycles and stopped in front of him. He took in Chief's mood and gave him all of his attention.
"You need to make time to see Karla," said Chief.
He put on his helmet. "I talked to Mom on Monday. What's up?"
"She broke her ankle." Chief paused. "Wearing those damn heels she's fond of, I'm sure."
"Jesus." He rubbed his chest. "She never mentioned a thing to me."
"It happened Wednesday. She called Johanna, asking for a ride home from the E.R."
"I'll check in with her tomorrow. Have you told Jett and Thorn?"
"Both of them know." Chief clamped his hand down on Olin's shoulder. "I'm sure the guy she's seeing will be taking care of her, but she needs her sons, too."
He dipped his chin. His parents were getting older. While his mom still worked part-time and seemed content enough to settle down with Wayne, a guy who had his own construction crew, an accident could've been worse than a broken ankle.
"I'll pick up a few salads at the deli tomorrow, and we can take them over to her." Ashley slipped her fingers into his hand. "I also have some magazines at my house she'd enjoy browsing through while she rests. Maybe it'll help pass the time while she heals."
Chief nodded at her. "She'll appreciate that."
He watched his father walk away. The respect Chief held for Olin's mom had always set the course on how he expected his sons to look after the family. He'd dropped the ball.
"Your poor mom," said Ashley.
He inhaled deeply. "Nothing we can do tonight. She's probably sleeping. We'll go see her in the morning."
Taking Ashley home, he pulled into the driveway of the house at a quarter after two in the morning. She swayed as he led her through the door, the night catching up with her.
"Where's my phone?" She stopped and kicked off her shoes in front of him.
"Did you have it at the club?"
"No." She stretched her arms above her head and arched her back. "I left it here."
He leaned to the side, taking in her round ass. "We'll find it in the morning."
"I want to set the alarm, so we can see your mom early." She leaned from one side to the other, peeling off her jeans.
He stepped forward and ran his hands over her hips before peeling off her panties. She reached behind her and scratched her butt cheek where he'd skimmed her skin, and his balls warmed.
"On the bed." He followed her and rolled her over as soon as her knee hit the mattress. "Spread 'em."
"You're so bossy." She sighed, stretching like a kitten on the bed. "And, mean."
He'd show her mean.
Kneeling on the floor, he lowered his head between her legs and kissed his way up her inner thigh.
She giggled in a way tha
t spoke of having a relaxed night out. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted while diving toward her pussy. Stroking with his tongue, he held her melting body in his hands.
He sucked her clit between his lips. Her muscles tightened, relaxed, and she moaned. He put his weight on one knee, stretching his other leg, making room for his pulsating cock. The somber mood dealing with the shipment, hearing about his mom, and as soon as he was done bringing Ashley pleasure, the phone call to Lester that still needed to be done made him hornier.
If he had his way, he'd crawl up on the bed and lick Ashley's pussy all night. The satisfaction of bringing her close to orgasm and slowing down, only to bring her back around, was an addiction of his that was long overdue and demanding.
"God, that feels wonderful." Ashley stroked the top of his head, threading her fingers through his hair.
"Mm." He swallowed and laid his cheek against the inside of her leg, lazily circling the top of his tongue against her.
Giving her pleasure filled him with contentment. He closed his eyes, knowing he needed to wait to be inside of her.
Ashley moved underneath him. He rolled his head, straight on, and flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Her sweet aroma filled his nostrils, and he squeezed her ass, keeping his face plastered between her legs.
She clenched his head between her thighs. He groaned as his balls constricted. Not letting her go back down, he worked his lips, his tongue, his teeth until she plunged upward and stilled. He slowed, spreading his warm breath over her and enjoyed the tremors passing through her.
Ashley's ass hit the mattress, and a low moan of satisfaction escaped her mouth. He raised his head and covered her with the blanket.
"Olin?" She reached out blindly with her eyes closed.
"I'm going to lock up the house, take a shower, and then come back to bed," he whispered.
"Okay," she whispered back. "Hurry."
He went into the bathroom, showered, and then walked naked through the house making sure the doors were locked. Once he was satisfied Ashley slept, he stood in the kitchen and called the number he had for Lester.
Ten minutes later, he had a meeting set up for tomorrow night to discuss his need for a large selection of chopped motorcycle parts.
He texted Jett and let him know that things were moving forward.
Chapter Thirteen
Karla hobbled on her crutches toward the couch. Ashley followed her with her arms out in case the older woman fell.
"Mom, sit down." Olin moved the pillows to the end of the couch. "You should have your foot in the air."
"I've been lying in bed all day." Karla propped her crutches against the wall, hopped on one foot, and propelled herself backward, landing on the couch. "There. I'm down. Happy, son?"
Olin grunted. "Where's Wayne?"
Their plan to come early was hijacked when Jett came over and stole Olin away until noon. Then, Shore, who thanked her for bringing Elissa and Willa to the party the night before, and D-Con showed up at the house to talk with Olin.
"He was called into work. Something about a problem with the electrical at one of his sites." Karla patted the cushion beside her. "Sit beside me, Ashley. Tell me about the rumors I'm hearing."
"Not rumors, Mom." Olin crossed his arms and widened his stance. "Ashley's always belonged to me. The only thing that's changed is she moved in."
Karla smiled. "For how long?"
Ashley gasped, feigning shock. Having hung out at Karla's house to spend time with Johanna when they were growing up, she was used to Olin's mom teasing her. "That all depends on Olin. You know how he is..."
Karla laughed. "Seriously, though. I'm thrilled, and you know I've always loved you and considered you a part of our family."
Ashley smiled at Olin, enjoying his discomfort. If he had his way, nobody would question their relationship.
"Did the doctor give you pain pills or anything?" Ashley reached around Karla and grabbed one of the pillows, putting it on the coffee table. "Up."
She got Olin's mom situated on the couch, making sure her toes sticking out of the fiberglass cast weren't swollen. Thinking ahead of time to how she could make Karla feel better, she'd thrown a couple of bottles of fingernail polish in her purse.
"I have some, but I'm only taking Motrin." Karla inhaled deeply. "It really doesn't hurt. I think it hurt me more when my sons broke their bones."
"Wait until the cast comes off." Olin raised his brows. "Hurts like a son of a bitch to bend the joint after having it in one position for so long."
Karla groaned. "Six weeks."
Ashley held up the bottles. "What color?"
"Red, of course." Karla smiled. "I've missed this. I remember when Johanna, you, and Lindsay used to spend hours painting each other's nails. Somehow, I always got dragged into voting who had the prettiest color.
Ashley leaned over and ran the brush over Karla's big toe. "Can we bring you meals? How about driving you to your appointments?"
Karla shook her head. "Right now, I'm going to enjoy my week of vacation I'm taking. Next week, I'm going to try and work."
"Don't push yourself," said Olin.
His mom waved his concern away. "How's Jett and Thorn?"
"You've seen them." Olin sat down in the chair beside the couch.
"Fat chance they'd tell me the truth about how they're doing." Karla narrowed her gaze. "Thorn lit out of here when I asked him what was going on in his life, and Jett refused to answer for both of them."
Olin looked around the room. Ashley studied him. She, too, felt that something was going on at Brikken, but until Karla mentioned it, she hadn't questioned Olin.
"Fine." Karla lifted her chin. "I'll call Johanna and find out what is going on in my family."
Ashley refrained from commenting and finished painting Karla's toes below her cast. Knowing Johanna, if the problems within Brikken were serious and she had knowledge of it, nobody—not even the mother of Chief's sons— would get the information.
Two and a half hours into the visit, Karla yawned. Olin stood signaling their need to let his mom rest with a promise of checking in with her by phone later. Ashley followed him outside, got on the back of his Harley, and enjoyed the evening ride.
It was Saturday, and she had tomorrow off. She hugged Olin's middle. For the next twenty-four hours, she was free to be with Olin.
Except, instead of heading home, he turned on the road that would lead them to the clubhouse.
"What are we doing?" she shouted into the wind.
He pointed ahead of them. She pressed her cheek against his shoulder. There went her sexy plan to seduce him back at the house.
Riding onto Brikken property, Ashley groaned at the number of motorcycles filling the front parking area. She slid off the bike as soon as Olin backed it into the second spot next to the door. A spot reserved for the vice president.
Thorn pushed out of the clubhouse door and threw a punch at Olin. Ashley ducked out of reflex.
"What the fuck?" Olin rubbed his jaw. "I should kick your ass for that one."
"Fix it." Thorn got in his face. "Tonight."
Ashley blew out her cheeks and waited. Had Olin messed something up?
"Plan to." Olin shoved Thorn away.
The two men were the same size. Both unmovable, they were like two brick walls. Impenetrable.
Thorn turned to her, stalked over, and kissed her forehead. "Congrats on the move. My brother is a lucky man."
"Thanks. I think." She glanced between both of them. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," said Olin.
Thorn shrugged. "Just checking in with my bro."
"Fucker," muttered Olin as his brother walked away.
Ashley grabbed his arm and stepped in front of him. "Hey, what was that about?"
"Thorn being Thorn."
"Olin." She glared. "Your mom knows something is going on, too."
He leaned down and kissed her. "Nothing I'm not taking care of."
"Is it
dangerous?" She refused to let him go.
There was always the worry that whatever Brikken was doing at any given time would result in members going to prison. She'd witnessed the hardships left behind on the women whose men had been locked up. Not for a few months, but years.
Chief and Jett's incarcerations about killed Johanna and Sydney.
"Nope. There's nothing to worry about." He looped his arm around her. "I'm going to go take care of shit now. The women are inside. You stay with them, visit, and then we'll go home."
"I swear, if you come back to me bloody and bruised, you're not getting anything from me tonight." She hurried to keep up with his longer steps. "I might even go back home—"
"You've got a home now." He pulled her along.
"Fine, I'll stay with Lindsay." She wiggled her shoulders trying to distance herself from him, and he refused to let go. "Actually, I'll have someone drive me back. I need to talk to my sister."
"Damnit, Ash." He stopped at the door to the clubhouse. "For once, can you just go along with what needs done. I want you here."
"God, you're so stubborn. Knock it off before you've pissed me off. Again." She grabbed his vest, pulled him closer, and kissed him hard. "Be careful."
"Always am."
"I'm serious." Her heart raced. "I want this weekend to be normal. Just you and me."
"Give me a couple hours. Then, you've got me." He kissed her. "Now, get your ass inside."
She sidestepped him trying to swat her butt and walked through the door. Her worry over what Olin was doing tonight escalated.
The only women inside were Johanna, Sydney, and Kylie. That meant the only members handling business tonight were direct descendants of Rollo.
Chapter Fourteen
Ashley walked over to the pegboard in the office and removed Mr. Moore's keys to his sixty-three and a half Galaxie. "Here you go."
Mr. Moore raised his black, bushy brows. "You'll bill me?"
"Once we hear back from your insurance company." She ripped off his copy of the work done on his vehicle. "Usually that happens after the fifteenth of the month."
"Thank you." Mr. Moore jiggled the keys and walked out of the office.
Ashley glanced at the clock. Her workday over, she planned to meet Lindsay for dinner before going home. She had extra time because Olin had already informed her he'd be getting home around ten o'clock. He was putting in extra hours at the garage for the next few days in prep for a run.