by Brook Wilder
“You were, and you know what, you’ve lost your touch.” Mason said sharply. “Rob is dead and his killer is still alive. You want to be Road Captain again? You prove you can still do the fucking job. You asked for work and that’s the only work the club can trust you with right now. It’s good pay and you know it. You’d be a fool to turn it down.”
He was right. I would be a fool to turn it down. It did mean going through all the training courses again to get qualified once more; my insurance and everything else had probably expired by now. But I was good at enforcing and I walked away with a very nice pay packet. Perfect for Hunter and Liz.
Hopefully, Liz would be happy I was actively looking to provide. I might still be suffering from shock that I was a father, but I wasn’t about to sit back and do nothing. That wasn’t my style.
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my eyes. “Fine. I’ll go and sort it out later.”
“Good.” Then Mason’s head jerked up. “What’s going on out there?”
“What?”
That was when I heard the loud female voice, muffled through the walls. She was screaming something that I couldn’t quite hear but she sounded angry, scared. Mostly angry. I knew that voice.
I sat up. “It’s Liz? What the hell is she doing here?”
“She’s your girl. You go and find out.”
I wasn’t sure that Liz was still my girl. Apart from the day before, when I had made her scream as I fucked her, she was acting completely off the walls with me right now. I didn’t know what to do about it.
But Mason had already sat back, expecting me to deal with this. With a heavy sigh, I stood and headed towards the door. When Liz was pissed, she was pissed. You’d be a fool to go up against her. She was volatile. But I could be volatile as well; I could withstand it, even when I wanted to walk the other way.
I followed the shouts and found Liz in the bar, shoving a surprised Diesel in the chest.
“Don’t fuck with me, Diesel and tell me the fucking truth! Where’s Noah? I want to see him.”
I stood in the doorway and watched as Liz—in a smart black skirt and white blouse that did nothing to hide her curves, her hair done in a tight bun—take on the big, hulking man of Diesel Jacobsen. She looked like she was about to take a swing at him.
“He’s here but he’s busy with Mason right now.” Diesel’s voice said his patience was straining. “You’re going to have to wait.”
“Like fuck I’m going to wait!” Liz yelled.
“Liz, you can’t just—”
Diesel reached for her, but Liz slapped his hands away. Then she turned, and her eyes fell on me still frozen in the doorway. Shock, anger and relief passed through them in quick succession. Then she charged at me, flinging her arms around my waist and burying her face in my chest.
“Thank God! You’re okay!”
I stared at Diesel over Liz’s head. I had no idea what was going on. But I wasn’t about to pass up on this. I tucked his arms around Liz’s firm, curvy body and hugged her tight, breathing in the distinct honey-smell of her shampoo. She smelled really good.
I had barely got a hold on her before Liz was pulling back and punching me hard in the stomach. I gasped as the air was knocked out of me and I staggered, leaning against the wall. Liz jabbed a finger at me, the fury back in full force.
“Why don’t you answer your fucking phone?” She screamed. “You had me scared something had happened to you! Couldn’t you just let me know you were okay?”
“What?” I was feeling light-headed. I had forgotten how hard Liz could punch. “What are you talking about?”
There was a cough behind me. Mason appeared in the doorway, looking between us with raised eyebrows.
“This doesn’t need public right now. Go to my office, Noah.” His voice was laced with amusement. “I think you two need some privacy.”
I wasn’t going to be asked twice. I grabbed Liz’s hand before she could protest and pulled her down the hall. There was some chuckling behind us, but I wasn’t in the mood for the banter. Liz was acting strangely and she was my priority.
I practically yanked her into Mason’s office and shut the door behind us. Then I faced her. Liz was standing by the desk, breathing heavily, her face almost as red as her hair. Now I could see her more clearly, I realized she had been crying.
“What are you talking about, Liz? What’s got into you?”
“What’s got into me?” Liz screeched. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. I could see her hands were shaking. “I saw an accident on the highway. It was one of the Riders. I got scared that it was you because he had some of your tattoos,” She gestured to her arm and pointed at the tiger stripes on my forearm, “And I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. Then you turned your phone off and I freaked out.”
My tattoos? Rob didn’t have any tats like mine. This was someone else. I felt my chest tightening. Both for the fallen Rider and for Liz having to see that. She shouldn’t have had to see that. Then I realized what she had said.
“What were you doing on the highway?”
Liz’s jaw dropped.
“Is that all you care about? What I was doing there? I was on my way to a fucking interview! To a job I won’t have a chance of getting now, since I was stuck in the ass end of traffic your buddy caused.” She shoved me in the chest before turning away, running her hands through her hair. “I was scared you’d been killed and I… fuck, this is ridiculous.”
My heart cracked when I heard a sob and saw a tear trickle down Liz’s cheek. There was something about seeing her cry that made me just want to hold her and not let go. But I stayed where I was, unable to give her that comfort.
“Don’t cry, Liz. I’m here. I’m alive.”
Liz snorted.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better, Noah. I don’t like being ignored.”
You don’t like being ignored? Out loud, I said: “I’ve been with Mason all morning. And you know what he’s like with cell phone in meetings.”
“You could, at least, pick up the phone for the mother of your son!”
“I was planning on calling you back!”
Liz made a noise that said she didn’t believe me. “I bet you were.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you’re back with your buddies now, aren’t you? That’s all you ever wanted.”
I was confused. What was happening? Liz was very much on the attack today and I hadn’t spoken to her until just then. What had happened between me leaving her and now?
“Liz, what’s got into you? I was planning on seeing you and Hunter later. I was asking Mason for a job, so I could provide for the two of you. You want me to be a permanent fixture in my son’s life, right?”
“Of course, I do.”
That was said too quickly. I raised my eyebrows and advanced on her. Liz stood her ground, lifting her chin defiantly at me.
“Really?” I sneered. “If you wanted me in his life, you wouldn’t have kept Hunter a secret for two fucking years.”
“You know why! Ruiz…”
“Fuck Ruiz!”
“No, thanks. Not my type.”
But something passed behind her eyes, just a flicker, before it was gone. I was too wound up to decipher that right now. I grabbed her arms and gave her a little shake.
“Ruiz had nothing to do with your decision. You wouldn’t have let that scare you. Tell me the truth: why didn’t you tell me about Hunter?”
“I…” Liz gnawed on her lower lip. I wished I could do that. “I had my reasons, Noah.”
“What were they?” But she stayed silent. I pressed her back against Mason’s desk, trapping her in. “Liz?”
“I had my reasons.”
That sounded so monotonous. It was like she was shutting down. But worse, she sounded like she was used to it. A feeling of cold dread gripped my stomach. I glowered at her as it slowly dawned on me.
“Maybe there’s a good reason why you didn’t tell m
e,” I said quietly, my face inches from hers. “Maybe you didn’t say a word because Hunter is not my son.”
Chapter 9
Liz
I stared up at Noah’s angry face. How could he even think that? Anyone looking at Hunter would know who his father was. It didn’t take a genius. I didn’t think Noah would even think I had slept with someone else when he was around.
I reacted the only way I knew. I punched him in the gut, causing him to let go of me and double over. Then I slapped him in the face. It made my hand sting, but it felt good. Noah stumbled sideways but he didn’t fall. If anything, he looked dazed.
I snarled at him. “How dare you? How could you possibly think that of me?”
Noah straightened up, massaging his jaw. “What else am I supposed to think when you don’t tell me anything for two years?”
I advanced on him and jabbed him in the chest.
“Hunter is your son, Noah. You only have to look at him to know that. There has never been any question on his parentage.”
“That a fact?”
He didn’t believe me. I felt like I had been punched in the gut myself. Noah had always trusted me. Why didn’t he trust me this time?
Maybe it was because you’re not telling him everything. The new Liz wasn’t like the old Liz and Noah knew it. I took a step back and attempted to regain my composure.
“Ruiz would have gone after me and Hunter had he known you had a child. I wasn’t going to take that chance. Not when Ruiz has no qualms about going after children.”
“I still had the right to know.” Noah advanced on me again, his eyes darkening.
“I did it to protect Hunter!”
“From whom?” Noah had me pinned against the desk again, his hands on the wooden top on either side of me. He had trapped me against his hard body. And it was more than just his body was hard. “Ruiz? Or me?”
“Don’t say that.”
I was trying to focus but it wasn’t easy when I could feel Noah’s erection pulsing against my sex through the thin fabric of my skirt. My panties were getting wet at the thought of feeling his cock inside me again. Even pushing him away didn’t stop the urge to grab him and climb all over him.
He was still alluring to me and I wished he wasn’t.
“Liz, your family already hates me.” Even with the anger lacing his voice, Noah’s expression was dark with desire. I felt arousal flutter through my belly as he grabbed my waist, sliding his hand down to my backside and squeezing me hard. “This prison sentence has made it worse, I know it. How do I know you haven’t turned into one of those close-minded bitches in your family?”
“They’re my family, Noah—” I tried to argue but I was finding it hard to. Not when Noah was touching me like this. If he was trying to distract me, I wasn’t going to let him do it. I cupped his erection and rubbed him hard, hearing Noah groan in the back of his throat.
“And you were the best of the lot.” Noah tugged my head back by my hair and ran his tongue up my neck. “You were open-minded, you were non-judgmental. That’s what I liked about you. You didn’t give a damn and you accepted people no matter who they were. Now you’re acting just like your mother and sister.”
I would never turn into Gloria or Amy. Never. But Noah was riling me up. Both in anger and arousal.
“Take that back,” I breathed.
“No.”
I gritted my teeth as I felt Noah’s hand slide down to the hem of my skirt before sliding back up my thigh, pushing my skirt out the way. Breathing heavily, I undid his jeans and shoved my hand inside, closing around his cock. He was very thick and very hard, pulsing in my hand. Noah groaned and thrust into my hand. I grabbed his t-shirt and tugged him close, snarling against his mouth.
“Take that back!” I hissed. “I’ll never be like them.”
Noah grinned. It wasn’t a pleasant one.
“Prove it.”
I planned to. My mouth was watering, eager to have a taste. Ducking away from Noah’s mouth, I dropped to my knees and shoved Noah’s jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, bumping against my cheek. Grabbing his backside, I closed my mouth over his cock and sucked him in, urging his hips to thrust into my mouth.
Noah growled. His hands slid into my hair and tightened. Then he began to take my mouth. I let him take charge, feeling his cock almost touch the back of my throat. I bit down, just a little, and that had Noah shuddering. I pulled away and smirked up at him, scraping my nails down his thighs.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was like them now, would I?” I whispered, cupping his balls and rolling them between my fingers.
Noah’s eyes were almost black. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, pulling me into a kiss that had me trembling. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but Noah grabbed my wrists and held them tight behind my back. This pushed my breasts into his chest and I writhed in his hold, allowing Noah to bite down on my lip before licking at it with his tongue.
I wasn’t sure when we had moved but Noah was suddenly the one leaning on the desk, moving to sit on it. He pulled away and let me go, making me sway.
“Take your panties off. And your skirt.” He ordered. “Leave the shoes on.”
“What?” I stared. “here?”
“You started it, Liz. Now, do as you’re told.”
I couldn’t deny him when he was like this. His jeans around his knees, sitting there with his cock standing to attention and the fire in his eyes, Noah was a mouth-watering specimen. I couldn’t resist. Unzipping my skirt, I dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it. My panties followed soon after. Noah smirked and indicated my blouse.
“Undo the buttons but keep it on. Take off your bra.”
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. We had done many things in the bedroom before—and sometimes out of it—but we had never done this in a public place, least of all Mason’s office. He was going to get an eyeful if he walked in now.
But that seemed to add to the excitement. I could feel my juices tickling my thighs, my nipples tingling. Still smirking, an evil look in his eyes, Noah beckoned me over with a crook of his finger.
“Come here and turn around.”
I was amazed my legs managed to keep me upright. I stumbled over to him and turned, facing the door. I gasped as Noah’s hands touched my thighs and ghosted up my hips. Then one hand went to my back and began to press forward.
“Bend over. Spread your legs and touch your toes.”
What was he doing? I had never done anything like this before. Noah commanded a lot in the bedroom, but he had never done this. The anticipation was bubbling inside. Biting my lip, I bent over and gripped my calves, widening my stance. Now I was completely open to him.
I felt a warm hand on my backside, smoothing over my cheek. Then I yelped as Noah slapped me, the sting turning into a warm, delicious burn. Noah gripped my buttock before he spanked me again.
We had never done spanking before. I hadn’t felt any inkling for it. Now I wished I had. Noah had only spanked me twice and my whole body was trembling. It felt far too good.
There was a shuffling noise behind me. Then, as Noah spanked me for a third time, he roughly push his fingers into my pussy. I moaned as his thick fingers opened me, twisting inside me as he thrust them, spanking me as he finger-fucked my pussy. I shuddered and pushed back, taking more of him in. I needed more. Noah was going to set me off like a rocket.
Then, just as I was about to climax, his hands disappeared. My backside felt cold and I whimpered. Noah grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me upright, spinning me around and catching my mouth in a searing kiss. I scratched my fingers through his hair, tugging hard as he did the same to me. Pain and pleasure radiated from my scalp. I was eager to get Noah inside me as quickly as I could.
Noah pulled back and sat back onto the desk, this time tugging me with him. I climbed onto the desk and straddled him, his cock brushing against my pussy. Noah got a tight hold on my hips and didn’t let me take it slowly. H
e pulled me down onto his cock and I barely kept back a scream as his cock stretched me, going in at a deep, sharp angle. This was what I needed, what I wanted.
I rode him, Noah guiding my hips as I bounced in his lap, his fingers flexing and tightening around my buttocks, pulling them apart. I buried my face into Noah’s neck and bit him. Hard.
Snarling, Noah stood, wrapping my legs around him, and started thrusting. I couldn’t do anything but hold on as Noah pummeled my pussy, sucking on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. Right now, I didn’t care. I was just taking what I could.