I didn’t see him walk in. I guess I was just too busy working on getting my drunk on. “Okay, Sam. You’re right.” I rose from my chair and walked over to him, feeling a little light-headed.
He watched me come toward him. “Thanks for the drinks, Skully. I thought you would have left town by now.”
His dark eyes were so intense. They wandered from my hair to my lips and stopped. “Change of heart, Sweet Cheeks. I’m not going anywhere. Good to see you.”
My tongue was tied for a second, dumb struck by his eyes and his sensual mouth. The alcohol was doing its job of making my body flush, my face blushing.
“And how are you going to pull that off? The Hounds are after you.”
“I talked to the Prez. We came to an agreement. And a promise. You’re safe. That motherfucker Rusty or any of them won't mess with you ever again.”
I looked down. I could still feel Rusty’s hands on me. Inside me. Skully’s finger reached over and lifted my chin to look at him again. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get there in time, Tanya. I could have killed Rusty. And I will next time if he’s even in the same vicinity as you.”
I had to look away. His deep voice and his eyes were drawing me in to step even closer to him. “Well, thanks for the other night. And thanks for the round of drinks you sent to my coven wenches.” I turned to walk away.
His warm hand grasped my wrist. “Wait.” I turned back to him. “And I want to thank you for letting me crash at your apartment the other night.” He was off his barstool. He took a step closer to me. I had to lean my head back to look at him. I noticed scruffy beard was growing out. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. I’m glad I did.”
My stomach did another flip. My breathing sped up a bit. He was standing too close. I felt the wetness between my thighs. I stepped back. I had to. “I have to get back to my table and continue to get loaded.”
“Wait.” He still held on to my wrist. “I need a favor.”
“You’re running out of favors, Skully.”
“I want a meet with your Chaos brothers. Ratchet, his Prez. Can you help me make that happen?”
“Why? What are you up to now? Did you like Ratchet smashing your windpipe that night at the clubhouse? Because that’s what might happen again.”
“No. I want to square things up with Chaos.” It showed in his eyes that he was serious—determined.
I was still, staring into his eyes. What could it hurt? Skully did save Sam. I know both she and Ratchet appreciated it.
“Okay, Skully. One more favor. I’ll make some calls. Get you that meet with Chaos. Give me your phone; I’ll add my number.” He handed me his phone from the bar, and I added myself into his contacts. “There you go. I’ll text you the time and place to meet.” I handed his phone back. The side of his mouth lifted as he saw my name lit up on the screen.
He smiled as I walked away. “Have fun, sweet cheeks.” I was angry at myself this time…because I realized I was getting used to him calling me that.
I had to hand it to Tanya. She talked to her brothers that same night and texted me in the morning. I was to meet with Ratchet, along with the President, Rocky, Gunner, and Magnet at the Chaos Clubhouse that night at nine. I parked my bike in their lot ten minutes early. Their bikes were already there, parked alongside each other.
I walked into the clubhouse, feeling like I was crashing their party again. Gunner and Magnet were at the pool tables. Magnet was taking his shot but rose when he saw me. Ratchet and his President had just slammed some shot glasses on the bar, and their eyes shifted to me too.
Ratchet rose off his bar stool. “You’re both brave and stupid, Hound.”
I gave him a nod. “Yeah. I’m both. But I’m not a Hound. I’m out.”
“So, why the fuck you following our sister Tanya around? Why are you even still in this county?”
Magnet was on me in an instant. He was my height, standing only inches from me. His jaw clenched. It ticked, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. “Tanya is like a sister to me, motherfucker. You’re no good for her, Hound. Stay the fuck away from her.”
I glared right back at him. Stood my ground. “I just told your brother I’m not a Hound anymore. And Tanya can decide if she wants me to stay the fuck away or not.”
“Motherfucker!” Magnet shoved me. Hard. I stumbled back a few steps. My balance was off, and I almost landed on my ass, but I stabilized myself at the last second.
The Prez was off his stool, holding Magnet back. “Come on, Magnet. This is all Ratchet. Not you.”
Ratchet didn’t move. I wasn’t sure where Gunner was, but I just realized that maybe I wouldn’t be walking out of here in one piece. “I had a talk with Knuck. The Prez. I planned on leaving town, but I wanted to square things up with you and your brothers.”
Ratchet was smiling. “So, say what you need to say. You got one minute. I’m counting.”
“I’m good with Knuck and the Hounds. I’m out. I want to get that money back to you. The bag of cash you gave to Sid. So, Knuck gave me a choice. I get the money back to you, but the Hounds get their go at me. Or Knuck keeps all of it, and I’m out, untouched. And I’ll have to fend for myself against Chaos.”
Ratchet jutted his chin out, scratching his beard. His eyes stared off, contemplating. I was fucked if he really wanted that cash back.
“Don’t give a fuck about that money. I just give a fuck about Sam. She’s mine now. My ol’ lady. That Hound can keep it all.” He grumbled and turned to sit himself back on his stool and poured another shot of whiskey. “I owe you anyway. For saving her.” He downed his shot and slammed the glass on the bar.
“So, we’re good?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
I did walk out of the Chaos clubhouse that night. And in one piece.
* * *
I met with Knuck again at the Steel Cage the next day. “Ratchet doesn’t want the money back. It’s all yours, Knuck. So, I’m out.”
He looked hungover. He finished off the last of his whiskey as we sat in the same booth alone together again. “That so?” His voice sounded rough.
“You gave me two choices. And I chose.”
“You think you can go legit just like that, huh? I’ve known you a while now. You never wanted to turn before. The Hell Hounds took you in. You belong here. You moved up the ranks, started out as a low-life prospect and took all the shit the Hounds fed you. What are you gonna do now? All you know is fuckin’ pussy and making money for the club.”
“I’ll either get locked up again or get dead if I keep wearing the Hound patch. I’m done, Prez.”
He tapped a chunk of his burnt cherry in the glass ashtray and he chuckled. “All about pussy, isn’t it? I saw what you did to Rusty’s face. You didn’t like what he did to that chick you got a hard-on for. I can’t keep Rusty on a leash. He’s still pissed as all hell about what you did to get Sid fucked up by the Russians. He was foaming at the mouth to have that VP patch. Now it ain't happenin’. So, you’re on your own with him.”
“I did what I had to do before I became a Hound. And I’ll keep doin’ alone. Nothing new for me, Knuck.” I walked out of the Steel Cage. In one piece.
Clink. Something hard hit my bedroom window.
Clink. Another one. I walked over to the window. My heart skipped a beat. Standing at the street corner just below my window was Skully. I didn’t see his bike, just him under the streetlight, turning his head left and right. He looked up, his arm prepared to throw another object again at my window.
What the hell is he doing? And why the hell this late at night? I slid the window up. “Don’t you dare throw one more thing at my window, Skully!”
I got his attention right as he was mid-throw. He stopped, lowered his arm, and smiled as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Okay, okay. Just wanted to get your attention and no one else’s.”
“What the hell are you doing here? Where’s your bike?”
“I parked it a few blocks away.
Didn’t want anyone to see it parked in front of your place. I’m here cause I wanna take you out. Go out for coffee. Grab lunch—go on a date. Aw, hell, Tanya …”
I worked hard at keeping the smile off my face. “Well, what is it. then? Coffee? Lunch? Or a date, dammit?”
“A date! Will you go out on a date with me?”
I couldn’t help but smile then. I had to admit, it was kind of sweet in a way. Even though my shields were up, I couldn’t deny how brave and wild he was, which made my stomach do one of those somersaults again. “No. Not a date. Let’s do coffee first, okay?”
“Okay, sure. A coffee date it is. I’ll be back in the morning to pick you up.” He beamed up at me, grinning from ear to ear under the streetlight.
As he walked away, down the street, my smile faded. It’s not a date! It’s just coffee! And besides, what harm is there in just having coffee with an ex-member of the Hell Hounds MC, an enemy of my tribe, the Chaos Kings MC?
* * *
I waited outside in the parking lot of my apartment, with my lid and my purse strapped across me. It was another humid, hot morning, and it wouldn’t even be noon for the next three hours. I heard Skully’s pipes a few blocks away. He rode up to the stop sign and turned his bike, heading toward me. He wore a simple black tank top that hugged his body, and my breath hitched at the sight of his inked shoulders and forearms. He stopped alongside me and planted his boots down on the asphalt, twisting the throttle a few times, making his pipes rumble with a wide grin on his face.
He pulled his shades down his nose, and his eyes roamed down my body, from my hot pink tank top to my tight skinny jeans and black boots. He whistled. “Hot damn… You sure are pretty in pink, Sweet Cheeks.” My nipples instantly hardened at the sound of his voice. I hoped my bra showed off my cleavage and not my perked-up nipples.
I strapped on my lid, climbed on his bike behind him and placed my booted heels on the passenger foot pegs and put my hands on his hips. “I wear pink like a boss, Skully. Now, take me for a ride.”
“You sure as hell do, baby.” Skully pulled in the clutch, tapped his booted toe down into first gear, twisted the throttle and rode me out to the café.
I really needed to ride. I missed it. While Matthew didn’t ride—he hated bikes—Magnet would take me out sometimes. Riding with Skully was different though. The vibrations felt good on my ass and thighs, making me wet between them. He smelled of some manly body spray mingled with his own sweat, which acted as an aphrodisiac to my senses.
We took a seat at one of the bistro tables outside of the café. Skully went inside and brought me back an iced vanilla latte. He had a big cup of hot coffee. He pulled out a smoke and lit it. “This is not a date, Skully.”
“It’s Owen.”
“Owen?”
“Yeah. That’s my name.”
I liked it. “So, Owen, why does everyone call you Skully?”
He blew out a drag of his smoke, leaned down and tapped his right shin. “Dirt bike accident. I was a stupid teenager. Spiral fracture. The tibia and fibula. Not stupid anymore. Just a little reckless sometimes.”
“But how does your leg get you the name of Skully?”
“Fractured my skull too. Healed back on its own. Skully is what I got stuck with along with that limp I’m sure you noticed.” I had noticed his slight limp. But it didn’t detract from my intense attraction to him. He made it his own. He walked that limp like a boss.
“Enough about me. I took you out for a ride to get to know you, Sweet Cheeks.”
“Stop. You want to get to know me? Call me by my name.”
His lip lifted in a smirk. “Okay. Tanya. Did you grow up here in Stayford?”
“Yes. Grew up, went to high school. I’m the only child. My parents retired and live in Florida. I visit on the holidays.”
“How long you been with Chaos?”
“I grew up with Magnet. He’s like a brother to me. He lived across the street in my neighborhood. He joined the Chaos Kings several years back, and of course, I followed along. I’m not someone’s ol’ lady though.” I stopped. Few moments of silence.
“Why not?” His head tilted slightly, his eyes staring into on mine.
“I was in a long-term relationship. But not with a Chaos King.” At that very moment, Matthew appeared, walking right up to our table. Walking with him was that blonde I found him fucking in our bed months ago. She held onto his bicep.
“Hi, Tanya.” He actually smiled at me. Skully looked up at Matthew and dragged his shades down his nose to get a better look.
“Hi, Matthew.” I nodded to Skully. “Meet my friend, Skully—I mean, Owen. Owen, this is Matthew and his friend…Melissa, was it?” I looked right at her. That tramp had the fucking nerve to smile at me and at Skully too.
Skully was out of his chair and raised his open hand to Matthew. He just looked at his hand and nodded. “Owen.”
Skully lowered his hand and pulled his shades back up to cover his eyes. But he didn’t sit back down.
“Another one of your biker gang buddies, Tanya?” Skully took a step toward Matthew. I was right. He was a few inches taller. Blonde tramp girl stepped back, pulling on Matthew’s arm.
“Yeah, I am one of her biker gang buddies. Get used to it, motherfucker.” Skully growled low, his jaw set.
“Come on, honey. I need my mocha latte.” Melissa pulled Matthew back. They walked away and into the café.
Skully watched them until the glass door closed behind them. He sat back down and turned to me. “Was that the long-term relationship?”
“Yes. We broke up six months ago…” My cold vanilla latte didn’t taste so good anymore. “Can we go now?”
He reached across the table; his warm hand covered mine. “Sure, Tanya. Come on, let’s go. I wanna ride you…” He smiled and winked. “On my scoot.”
I felt Tanya relax behind me as I took her down backroads away from the coffee shop. Her hold on me around my waist loosened a bit. She leaned with me into the curves, the hot air pushing against both of us.
Instead of seeing the fire in Tanya’s eyes, I saw…embarrassment? Hurt? I figured the dude “Matthew” was an ex-boyfriend. I knew little about Tanya, but I planned on getting to know more. But that douchebag fucked the whole coffee date up.
I pulled into her apartment parking lot. I planted my boots to steady the bike, and she climbed off. She unstrapped her helmet, not saying a word. She kept fumbling with the strap to her lid.
“You owe me, Sweet Cheeks.”
“I don’t owe you shit, Skully!”
“Whoa, Tanya. Just coffee. I still want us to have that coffee date.” Her fingers froze from fumbling with the strap under her chin. I reached up to loosen it for her.
“Sure. Okay. I’ll make you a cup,” she mumbled. Her breath on my knuckles made me all butterfingers, and now I was fumbling with her strap. I finally got it loose enough for her. She took it off as I worked on mine. I kicked my stand out and climbed off the bike, hanging my lid on the handlebar and followed her up the stairs to her apartment.
* * *
I sank into her comfy couch and bounced a couple of times. “I slept pretty well on this the other night.”
Pretty in pink was making that pot of coffee in her kitchen. “Well, glad I could make that happen for ya, Skully.” It was a mumble, but I heard it.
I got up off the couch and walked over to her in the kitchen. Her brows were furrowed. I guessed her mind was still thinking about the ex-douchebag boyfriend. “That douchebag doesn’t look like your type.”
She looked up from pouring water into the coffee maker. “How the fuck do you know what my type is?” She came at me and stopped only a few inches away, her jaw jutting out, eyes lit with anger.
I raised my hands. “Whoa, it’s a compliment. I don’t know much about you. Yet. But I just don’t see it. You deserve someone who puts you first. That guy Matthew thinks he comes first. Before you. Before that chick hanging on his arm. And he seemed to have a
problem with your Chaos brothers. They’re just dirty biker bastards to him.” She lowered her eyes. I moved toward her and lifted her chin and our eyes locked. “You deserve a man who puts you first, Tanya.”
She stepped back and was up against the refrigerator. I moved in and touched her lips with mine. Soft. She moaned, and then her lips pressed harder against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Her fingers combed into my hair, and she pulled. My tongue invaded her lips and wrestled against hers. My dick sprung to life and pressed up against my zipper.
She moaned again. I pulled away and dropped to my knees in front of her. She looked down at me, her eyes glossed over. I clutched both cheeks of her plump ass. I buried my face in between her thighs and inhaled her scent. Her hands were still tangled in my hair. I leaned back, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I yanked them down, along with her lacey hot pink panties, and smashed my mouth up against her sweet pussy. My tongue darted out and right up the middle of her slit. Her head fell back, and she cried out. She tasted so sweet.
“You’re fucking delicious, Tanya. I knew you would be.”
“Kiss me, Owen,” she pleaded. I stood up and leaned into her for another taste of her mouth. My dick was hard as a fuckin’ rock, to the point of pain. She reached down and rubbed her palm down my length. Now it was my turn to moan.
Not sure why, but she suddenly stopped kissing me. Stopped touching me. She stepped back. “What the hell are we doing?”
I had to steady myself. Get my pounding heart back to a normal pace. “I’m not apologizing for what just happened. You want it as much as I do. That’s why I stuck around. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She folded her arms, and that heat in her eyes disappeared. “Well, you’re going to have to stop thinking about me, Skully. This will not go anywhere. It shouldn’t have gotten this far anyway.”
I turned away and headed toward the door. “You can say that again, Sweet Cheeks.”
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