by London Casey
“Safe? A bunch of outlaw bikers is safe?”
“Is she okay?”
I put my hand out for Jack. “She’s fine.” I pulled him up. “I thought you knew how to take a punch.”
“I’m too old for that shit,” Jack said. He touched his jaw. “Why’d you have to punch so hard?”
“I only know one way to punch,” I said. “Let’s have a whiskey and talk.”
“Just what are you doing back here? You know you’re destined for trouble in this town.”
“Well, I’m in deep, Jack. Liv is pregnant with my baby. That Walker guy asked her to marry him. And her brother wants me in jail.”
Jack nodded. “Yup. You need a whiskey.”
I needed much more than a whiskey.
I needed a plan.
I needed to make sure Liv and I made it out of this town alive and together.
Jack put two glasses down and poured the drinks. He then looked at me. “You know what you got into here?”
“I know what I got into here,” I said.
“I watched you and Owen grow up. You were the prick. He was the bigger prick. It’s only right that the rebel and the justice meet up to fight.”
“I worry about Liv in all of this. Her mother isn’t doing so hot either. It’s a big storm, Jack.”
“Life is a big storm, Slade. You’re doing the right thing by being here. Facing it all. I’m going to say something to you, Slade. You’re going to think I’m out of my fucking head.”
“Try me, Jack.”
Jack put a hand to mine. “You were like a son to me. Sure, I watched over Roman and Caine, but it was you, Slade. You stuck out to me. I don’t know why. I feel bad sometimes about the rap you picked up.”
“I did it to myself.”
“Nah. The bullshit with your father. Your dear mother. It was all lining up for you to fail. But you didn’t fail. You chased that shit down and won. I’m closing up the garage, Slade.”
“What?”
“I’m done. I’m checking out. I want it all gone. I’m going to take some money and buy a cabin in the woods. Then I’ll sit around, drink, smoke, and wait to die.”
“Jesus, Jack. That doesn’t sound too exciting.”
Jack laughed. “Oh well. That’s what I want. That’s what I’m going to do.”
“You deserve it, I guess. You’ve been doing this long enough.”
Jack squeezed my hand tighter. “And that’s where you come in, Slade. I want you out of that motorcycle club life. Friends? Sure. Riding? Sure. You get in too deep and it’s hard to get out and away. So you get out and I’ll give you this place.”
I laughed. “What are you talking about?”
Jack stood up and lifted his shirt. His old skin was wrinkled and flabby. But he had a big scar on his stomach, along with a tattoo.
A Savage Viper’s MC tattoo.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“I barely saved myself,” Jack said. “I’m not letting the same damn thing happen to you.”
Jack then walked to a counter and fumbled with some tools.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What you did...”
Jack turned and looked at me.
In his hand... a gun.
(OLIVIA)
I couldn’t stop thinking about Betty. The poor woman had nobody in life and she was in the hospital. She was in the hospital because of Slade, but in a good way. He saved her life. Somewhere inside me I wanted that to mean something to Owen. It proved Slade wasn’t some hard asshole that would just leave someone to suffer and die.
Things hadn’t worked out the way they should have, but why would it? What would make Owen change his mind and all of a sudden love Slade? It would take a lot more than a car accident that didn’t involve them.
The diner was slow and I kept myself busy by cleaning. Before I knew it, closing time had come within spitting distance. There was one lonely man at the counter. The guys in the back had the kitchen clean and they were all sent home except the cook.
At the counter, the man - a widower named Bill - stood and finished his coffee. I don’t know how the heck people drank coffee at ten at night, but that was his life, not mine. He took out a ten and tossed it to the counter. Then he stood and watched the beginning of the ten o’clock news, adjusting his pants, wincing in pain. He then looked at me, nodded, and left the diner. I all but followed him to the door and twisted the lock. Hearing that deadbolt click shut sent a wave of relief through my body.
I was done working for the night.
I could get home, get a hot shower, and spend the night with Slade. There was nothing anyone could do to stop that from happening. We were both adults. We wanted to be together. And I really believed no matter how pissed off Owen was at me - or Slade - Owen wouldn’t do anything crazy to Slade. The truth was that Slade was the father of Owen’s soon-to-be first born niece or nephew. And nothing could change that.
I was in the kitchen, alone, the entire place shut down, when I heard a knocking out front. I busted through the swinging door and saw Slade standing there. His motorcycle parked out front, him standing like a ten-foot-tall outlaw giant, ready to steal me away from all the innocence I’ve ever known. There were probably a hundred guys I was better off with, but nobody could captivate my heart or activate my body like Slade did.
I unlocked the door and said, “I’m sorry, we’re closed.”
“Too damn bad,” Slade said and stepped into the diner.
His body collided right with mine. I let the door go and it shut. He reached back and locked it. His hands then touched my sides and he kissed me.
“Slade, I smell like a diner,” I whispered.
His hands slid down to my ass and he lifted me up. “That’s good, Liv. I’m in the mood for something bad for me that tastes good.”
I shuddered and grabbed at the back of his t-shirt.
He walked me through the diner and went to the light switches. He smacked them all off, leaving nothing but the security lights on. We were behind the counter and Slade stopped me at the corner where the counter made the bend of an ‘L’. That’s where he sat me down, grinning, his eyes full of nasty intentions that shined through the darkness.
I touched his face, already starting to lose my breath. My body was on fire, heated, between my thighs a trembling, damp mess of desire.
“This is where we first met, huh?” he asked me.
“I guess you could say that,” I said. “You threw a rock through the window at me.”
His hands reached around and untied my apron. He tossed it to the counter. Then he started to unbutton my black pants.
I let out a sigh.
“I didn’t mean to throw it at you,” he said. “I had another target in mind. I guess your beauty caught my attention as I let the rock fly.”
“You broke the window. You got in trouble.”
Slade’s hands unbuttoned my shirt halfway down and reached into my shirt, cupping my breasts over my bra. He then pressed them together and put his mouth to my chest. He kissed a few times, his tongue flirting up to my neck. I forced myself to look down at him and we started to kiss.
“I’m sorry for that,” he said in between kisses. “For hurting you. For everything, Liv. But I swear to you, I will never let you down again. We will be a happy family together.”
“I know,” I said. “I believe you.”
Slade kissed me again. His hands grabbed at the sides of my pants and pulled. I lifted myself up and he tore not just my pants down but also my panties. When my bare ass touched the counter, I shivered. Slade ripped my right shoe off and took my pants and panties off one leg. He then bent that leg and put my foot on the counter.
Was this really happening? Right here in the diner?
It was so crazy hot, my body was melting.
I was tender and sensitive. When Slade presented two fingers between my legs, I jumped and let out a cry, as though I had never been touched before. He made small circles, preparing
me, and then he plunged his fingers into me. He dug deep and I grabbed his shoulders, catching myself as I thrust at him, wanting more. Wanting too much fucking more.
Slade kissed back down my throat to my chest. I hurried to finish opening the rest of my shirt. I reached back with one hand and usnapped my bra. My breasts pushed, almost free. Slade grabbed the bottom of my bra with his hand and shoved it up, letting my breasts fall free. I leaned back and stuck my chest out for his enjoyment.
To my surprise, Slade skipped over my breasts. It made my nipples hard and left me biting my lip.
Slade’s eyes devoured mine as he inched down even more. Then a sly grin climbed across his face. “I told you, beautiful, that I was hungry.”
I managed to let out a whimper and then I felt his warm breath spread between my legs. His fingers exited me and touched my lower belly, leaving a slick mark of my own wetness.
His tongue touched me, licking bottom to lip. My ass tightened and hips bucked, lifting off the counter for a second. He circled around my clit and then sucked at me, taking me into his mouth, his tongue cutting left to right, up and down. My body rocked with his licking, already feeling myself pushing toward a climax. I had one foot on the counter and the other dangling off, my pants and panties hanging there.
I grabbed at the edge of the counter and thrust at Slade even harder.
I heard him take a deep breath, growl in his throat, and go at me again. The tip of his tongue cut between my folds and penetrated me. I pulsed against him, in my mind thinking about his thick cock pounding into me.
“Fuck, Slade,” I groaned. I lifted my body off the counter. “Yes. Slade...”
His hands slipped around to my ass and held me there. His eyes met with mine as his tongue continued to pleasure me. Testing my soft hole, climbing up to my clit, savoring all the wetness he created.
Staring into his eyes as his tongue touched between my legs was one of the hottest moments of my life. Everything around me froze. The pleasure didn’t stop but my body couldn’t come. I was completely stuck.
My mouth fell open and my senses were heightened. I could hear his tongue flickering against my wetness. The sound of his mouth suckling against me. The groans from deep in his throat when he tasted what he wanted.
Slade then looked down and kissed up beyond my pussy. He kissed my bare mound and left me hanging, my thighs throbbing for more.
He stood up from the counter, his hands grabbing my waist and he thrust forward.
He gritted his teeth as his eyes looked deliciously evil. “Liv, touch my cock. Right now. I want to feel your fucking hand stroke me.”
I gasped and quickly reached for him.
I opened his jeans and pushed them down, watching the thick root of his dick appear. I pulled him free and watched as my hand climbed up his shaft. At the engorged tip I squeezed and then looked at him. It still amazed me how defined he was. How long and thick. It still amazed me that it fit inside me and that Slade wanted me the way he did.
“Jerk me off right now,” he commanded.
My hand slid up and down his cock.
I felt him gently thrusting as I did so, exhaling with deep breaths.
“Goddamn,” he said. “It feels so good.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“Liv, lean back a little,” he said. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit until you’re ready to explode.”
“Holy shit, Slade,” I said.
His hands squeezed at my hips. He leaned forward. “Do it right now, beautiful. Don’t question me.”
My lips quivered.
My right hand gripped his cock and stroked him. My left hand reached between my legs. The second I touched myself, I jumped. I let out a groan. I used my middle finger and started to curl up, hitting my clit over and over. I matched the movement of both my hands.
“Fuck yes,” Slade whispered. “Goddammit, Liv, you have no idea...”
“Oh, I do,” I said.
I felt the tightness working through my lower belly and legs. I was so damn close to coming but wanted Slade to have control of it. Not my own touch. I wanted his touch.
“Tell me, Liv,” he said.
“I’m close, Slade. Fuck, I’m so close...”
Slade leaned forward even more. He kissed my forehead and then touched his nose to mine. “Go ahead, beautiful. Put my cock inside you right now.”
I bit my lip and groaned.
I took my hand away from myself and put Slade against me. My hand slid down to the base of his cock and I kept pulling at him.
“Do it,” I begged. “Just fuck me.”
Slade moved his hands to my lower back and pulled as he thrust.
He buried his perfect dick inside me, so hard, so fast, that I let out a scream that echoed through the entire diner.
“That’s my girl,” Slade said with a grin.
And right there, right on the counter of the diner where we first met - me the innocent waitress and he the outlaw bad boy - he had me... making my pleasure filled screams echo again and again.
I stood with my hands shaking furiously. It was a combination of the sex and the notion that we had sex in the diner. I never saw cameras in the diner but I started to worry that there was going to be some really steamy security footage of myself and Slade.
It made me blush, but at the same time it made me smile.
I managed to get myself dressed and Slade watched me. I never loved someone like I loved him. When I buttoned my pants, I touched my stomach, just thinking about what was inside me. Our baby.
“You’re really okay with all of this?” I asked.
“With what?” Slade asked.
“The baby. You. Me. Everything you have to deal with...”
Slade pulled me in for a hug. “Liv, all that shit needs to leave your mind. You’re everything to me. You’re worth anything that happens, good or bad. I spent so many years running, only to end up in a big fucking circle, coming right back to you.”
“That’s sweet,” I said.
“Plus, your brother put me in an interrogation room and punched me. At least he didn’t pull a gun on me like Jack did.”
I put my hands to Slade’s chest and pushed. “What?”
Slade laughed. “Yeah. He was trying to prove a point.”
“What’s that? Get you to crap your pants?”
“Oh, beautiful, I’m not afraid of a gun. If someone shows you a gun, they probably don’t have much intention of using it. I’m more afraid of the bullet you don’t see or hear. Jack has some secrets of his own. There’s a reason why he knew where the Savage Viper’s MC clubhouse was. Okay?”
I made the connection. “Wow.”
“Yeah. He’s trying to help me. Help us. Don’t worry about it. What’s the plan now, beautiful?”
“A hot shower and you,” I said. “My place.”
“Your place,” Slade said. “I like that. I can live with that.”
“Yeah? Well, I can live with you, Slade.”
“You should,” he said, his hands running up my sides. “I mean, it’s obvious, right? We need to get a place, Liv. At least two bedrooms to start. The baby needs a nursery.”
There was something about hearing a guy like Slade talk about a nursery. It would make any woman’s ovaries swell.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
“I can’t wait to pick out a theme with you.”
“A theme?”
“Yeah. A baby theme.”
“You mean crib, diapers...”
I laughed. “No. I mean a theme. Like animals or pink elephants or...”
“Pink?”
“If it’s a girl.”
“If it’s a girl, then this Daddy is getting a gun.”
I laughed even harder. I grabbed at Slade and hugged him. I put my head against his chest.
It’s going to work...
I decided in that moment, nothing could ruin this moment.
A second later there was a hard thud against the front door of t
he diner...
I let out a scream and Slade spun me around. I looked and saw Owen at the front door, banging on it. His police SUV was parked behind Slade’s motorcycle, the driver’s door left hanging open.
“Open the fucking door!” Owen bellowed through the glass. He cupped his hands together and put his hands and mouth against the door. “I’ll fucking shoot you, Slade! You fucking get away from her! You don’t know anything, fucking Slade!”
“Oh, shit, he’s drunk,” Slade said. Then he looked back and up. “Goddammit. He started early.”
“Started early?” I asked.
Slade looked at me. “Liv... your father...”
My heart sank. “Oh.”
It was the anniversary of his death. Well, technically it wasn’t until tomorrow, which started in less than ninety minutes. But Owen was already grieving in his own special way.
“I have to let him in,” I said. “He’s going to do something stupid.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
I started to walk as Owen pounded on the door again and Slade grabbed my arm. “Hey, beautiful, I want you to go home.”
“What?”
“Go home, Liv. Don’t deal with him anymore. Not like this. This isn’t fair to you. You just worked a shift. You’re pregnant. Go home and rest. We have a lot to figure out and this is bullshit.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked. “Talk him down?”
“Maybe this is what we both need. He’s drunk and open. He’s vulnerable. No more tough cop guy.”
“Slade...”
“I’m going to fucking shoot!” Owen cried out.
I shook Slade away and ran to the door.
I unlocked it and Owen came pouring in. I moved to the side and he fell forward to the counter. He then turned and caught himself.
“You’re drunk,” I said. “And you were driving.”
“Call the cops!” he said and laughed.
Slade then walked from behind the counter. “Owen, what are you doing?”
“Oh, you,” Owen said. “You fuck, you. Fucking... you fuck.”
“Okay, good,” Slade said. “Get it all out, Owen.”
“I want to shoot you,” Owen said. “So bad. Right in the face.”