by Levine, Nina
“Shit,” I muttered, taking one last look at Harlow before pushing off the wall. “We good?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said softly and I left her to go and sort this shit out. It couldn’t have been worse fucking timing.
Nash was with three guys in the main club area just near the bar. He looked like he was about to take one of them on. “What have we got here, Nash?” I asked, joining them.
His eyes were feral. “Bullet’s sent these assholes around,” he seethed.
I looked at the three of them. None were wearing their colours and I didn’t recognise any of them. “You guys new to Black Deeds?” I asked them.
The biggest one piped up, “No, motherfucker, been around for years, just with a different chapter.”
Fuck.
“You in town for long?”
“That depends on how long it takes for Bullet to sort out this little problem he has with your brother.”
“My step-fucking-brother, who I have nothing to do with. Perhaps you could remind Bullet of that little fact.”
“Bullet doesn’t give a shit either way. He just wants this cleaned up, and he doesn’t give a fuck how that’s achieved. You read me?”
“I fucking read you, dickhead,” I snarled before landing a punch on his jaw. I hit him so hard that he stumbled backwards into a table and fell on his ass.
“Nice work, brother,” Nash said, and joined the brawl with a punch to one of the other guy’s heads.
I didn’t waste any time and started in on the third asshole. He was ready though and put up a good fight. Fists and blood were flying, and the sounds of bones crunching were fucking music to my ears.
The guy I was fighting went down for the count so I looked over at Nash to see how he was going. He had everything under control; Nash had some muscle behind him and I’d never seen him lose a fight. However, the first guy I’d decked was back on his feet and heading straight for Nash so I helped out with the guy Nash was going a round with. Approaching the guy from behind, I pushed him hard on his back so he’d lose his balance and when he did, I swung my arm and punched him in the side of his face and shoved him to the ground. On his way down, his face crashed hard into the side of a table and that seemed to knock him out totally.
As I was finishing the guy off, I yelled at Nash, “Behind you, brother!”
He quickly ducked and turned around with an agility that most wouldn’t believe he had in him based on his size. I swung my full attention back to the asshole on the ground and bent over and smashed my fist into his face a couple of times. When he finally stopped struggling against me and his body sagged completely, I stood up straight. Nash had just knocked his guy out and was standing over him, watching me. His eyes lit up and he bounced a little on his feet. “Yeah, brother. That was some fun, huh?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, a laugh a fuckin’ minute.”
I surveyed the club; we’d caused a scene and customers were standing around watching us. Amy and Harlow were standing behind the bar and I saw Harlow say something to Amy but Amy was rooted to the ground with a stunned look on her face and didn’t appear to take in whatever Harlow had said to her. Harlow shocked me by wolf whistling to get everyone’s attention. It worked, and when she had it, she yelled out, “Half price drinks for the next ten minutes. Come and get it, people.”
There was a mad rush to the bar and Harlow’s obvious ploy had worked; most customers weren’t focused on us anymore. One of the bouncers from outside had come in and he, Nash and I started moving these dickheads outside.
Ten minutes later we had all three of them lying on the ground in the alley next to Indigo. I pulled out my phone and rang Dad. “You need to call Bullet and tell him I’ve got some of his fuckers passed out in the alley next to the club,” I said when he answered.
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah, what the fuck. Three of Black Deed’s out of state members rolled in tonight threatening Storm. Nash and I cleaned them up. You tell Bullet we want that meeting brought forward to tomorrow morning. I’m not waiting any longer for this shit.”
I hung up without waiting to hear what he said.
“Bullet’s got no clue what he’s done here,” Nash said, voicing what I was already thinking.
“No fuckin’ clue,” I agreed as we walked back inside.
“Harlow knew what she was doing in there. Pretty fucking impressed with her,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“What, you got nothing else to say about her?”
“I’m just processing the shit that’s gone down lately. Bullet’s coming for us and his guy saw me with Harlow this morning. Then we’ve got those two guys who were watching her the other night. She’s been put right in the fuckin’ middle of a shit storm.”
He didn’t say anything else; just nodded in agreement. When we entered the club, everything was back to normal. One of our bouncers threw us each a wet towel and I used it to clean the blood off me before making my way over to Harlow.
“I hope what I did was okay with the half price drinks,” she leant across the bar and breathed into my ear so that I could hear her over the music.
“More than okay. Thanks for that. You girls right here?”
“Yeah, we’re all good.”
“Nash and I have some things to take care of but we’re just out back if you need us.”
“Okay,” she said as she laid that sexy smile on me.
Before she could pull away from me, I gripped her hand that she was leaning on. It startled her and I noted that her breathing picked up. She looked at me expectantly. “That sexy smile will get you fucked sooner rather than later, babe.”
Her eyes danced with delight. “Oh, I’m counting on it, big boy.”
“Fuck,” I growled, “Tonight. You’re mine.”
Still with the dancing eyes, she leant closer and let her lips brush softly over mine before saying, “Yes, tonight I’m yours.”
I let go of her hand and we both pulled away but maintained eye contact. I was transfixed; the world whirled around me but I was oblivious to it. This woman had captured my complete attention and I was helpless to stop it.
Harlow broke eye contact first when a customer called her away. I stood watching her for another minute or so and then left to go in search of Nash.
I found him with Griff in the office. “How long you been here?” I asked Griff.
“About five minutes. Seems I’m a bit late to the party.”
I looked at Nash. “You catch him up?”
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Did you find out anything about Black Deed’s operations today, Nash?” Griff asked.
“Well it looks like their porn business is going down the drain but I’m still looking into it.”
“You keep on that tomorrow while Griff, Dad and I meet with Bullet. The sooner we get that info the better.”
The burning anger that I had in me towards Bullet was like a slow uncoiling snake, and God fucking help them when I was ready to strike.
Chapter 20
Harlow
I ripped the red Indigo dress off and stuffed it in my bag. My underwear followed shortly after and then I stepped in the shower. It was nearly three am and I was wide awake. I was at Scott’s house after he drove us home when my shift was over. He’d received a call that he had to take so I decided a shower was a good idea while I waited.
The anticipation of sex with Scott had kept me on edge all freaking night and as I soaped myself up I couldn’t help but feel turned on while I thought about him. It had been awhile for me and I could hardly wait. In fact, as I finished soaping myself I seriously contemplated marching out there and demanding he end his call.
I poured some shampoo into my palm and then lathered it in my hair. As I turned around to wash it out, I caught sight of Scott leaning against the bathroom door. He was watching me, lust clear in his eyes. I stopped what I was doing momentarily but then decided to just let him watch me while I finished what I was doing. I ti
lted my head back and reached both arms up to run my fingers through my hair while I rinsed the shampoo out. When I had it all out, I locked eyes with him again for a moment before reaching for the conditioner.
The air was charged with a sexual energy between us. When Scott lifted his t-shirt over his head and then started undoing his belt, I almost couldn’t handle the sensations flooding my body. I ran the conditioner through my hair, never breaking eye contact with him. Once he had his belt undone, he popped the button on his jeans and then undid his zip before taking his jeans off. He did all of this with a slow and steady movement that was driving me wild.
He kicked his jeans aside and I lowered my gaze to admire the perfection that was Scott Cole. I ran my eyes over his sinful six pack and his arm muscles that just begged me to touch them. His chest was covered with tattoos, as were his arms. I’d never really been into ink before but Scott’s ink got me wetter than I already was.
I moved to rinse the conditioner out of my hair but Scott stopped me. “Don’t. I’ll do it,” he said in that commanding voice that I was slowly growing to love.
I stopped what I was doing and watched him come towards me. When he stepped into the shower and his skin hit mine, I shuddered as jolts of electricity fired through me. He took charge and rinsed the conditioner out; his hands gentle rather than rough. Scott doing gentle just about killed me; God, I needed him right now.
After he rinsed my hair clean, he angled the shower head away from us. I wasn’t sure why he did this but I didn’t care. Turning to him, I reached my hand up to grab his hair and pull his face down to mine. A growl came from deep in his chest and his hand snaked around me and pulled me to him. His erection hit my stomach and my pussy tingled with excitement which only intensified when the hand he had on my ass reached between my legs and a finger hit my slit. He dipped his finger in and then out, and ran it from one end of my pussy to the other. I was so wet for him and moaned with pleasure. We watched each other while he did this, our lips centimeters apart but not touching yet.
“I love how wet you are for me, babe,” he murmured while he continued to tease me with his slow and deliberate hand movements.
I used my hand that was still gripping his hair to pull his face to mine and I gently bit his lip before laying my lips on his and slowly kissing him. This kiss threatened to swallow me; our lips and tongues melded together and the in and out movement of his tongue almost matched the in and out movement of his finger at my pussy. His hard cock jerked against my stomach and I reached my free hand down and slowly grasped it and began to move up and down his shaft. As I began to increase my speed and pressure, he groaned and kissed me harder and deeper until he abruptly pulled away and twisted me so that I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hands and placed them against the wall on either side of me and tilted me so that I was leaning against the wall with my ass slightly out. His hands both grasped my ass, one cheek in each hand. He massaged me and then slowly trailed his hands up my back until they reached my neck. Moving my hair to the side he leant forward and kissed my neck, sucking and gently biting as he went. One hand moved around to cup my breast and he pinched my nipple between his fingers.
I was so lost to him, my body alive from his touch, that I didn’t realise he’d knelt behind me until his tongue licked my ass and he nudged my legs apart with his hands.
“Wider, babe,” he directed me and I parted my legs wider for him. They were so far apart now that I had to rely on the wall to hold me up. Scott grunted his appreciation and ran both hands over my ass.
“Look down,babe,” he bossed me and it turned me on even more than I already was, if that was possible.
I did as he said and watched as he sat on the shower floor and positioned himself under me so that the back of his head was almost against the wall with his mouth in line with my pussy. Oh, dear Lord. He really was going to kill me. He ran his hands up my legs and then took my pussy in his mouth. His tongue dipped into me while his thumb massaged my clit. I watched for awhile before the pleasure became too much and I dropped my head against the wall as it overtook me. Between Scott sucking, licking, rubbing and gently biting me, I was close to one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had. When it hit, my limbs almost gave way and Scott quickly moved from what he was doing to hold me up. I screamed in pleasure and let it take over; allowing him to take my weight and keep me from falling. Eventually, I crumbled into his lap, straddling him, and rested my head on his shoulder.
We sat like that for a couple of minutes before he nudged my head. “Babe, you okay?’ he asked in a husky voice.
I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes. “I’m more than okay.”
He grinned. “You ready for the next round? Because, I’ve gotta tell you, my dick is so ready to be in you.”
I didn’t respond; just kissed him. Madly, passionately and like my life depended on it. Lips, tongues and teeth were colliding in this kiss that set my nerve endings on fire. I pushed myself closer to him. The need to be as close to him as I could was so intense that it was all I could process at the moment. We were skin to skin and I felt like I was right where I was meant to be; Scott felt like my destiny in that moment. The way our bodies moved in unison felt like they’d been made for each other.
He broke the kiss and eyed me wildly. “Fuck. Now, babe. I need you right fucking now.”
I nodded. He didn’t have to tell me twice; I was completely on the same page. He gripped my hips and moved me so he could enter me. Just as he was about to, he stopped mid thrust and moved me away. “Shit, we need a fucking condom,” he muttered.
“Shit,” I agreed. Bloody hell, I couldn’t believe we’d almost done that.
He smacked me on the ass. “I’ve got one in my bedroom.”
I moved off his lap and we stood up. Stepping out of the shower, I reached for the towel but he put his hand on my arm and stopped me, shaking his head. He turned off the water and then placed his hand on my back and guided me to his bedroom. We dripped water as we went but he didn’t seem concerned about it.
As we entered the bedroom, he pointed at the bed, indicating for me to lie down. I’d never had sex with such a dominating man and I decided then and there that I loved being dominated. As I lay on his bed, he stood next to it and watched me while reaching into the top drawer of his bedside table to find a condom. Once he found it, he used his teeth to rip the packet and then he rolled it onto his cock. Good Lord, even the way he did that was a turn on. He held his cock with one hand while rolling the condom on with his other hand and once it was on he reached under and massaged his balls for a moment while his other hand ran up and down his cock a couple of times.
“You still wet, babe? Or do you need me to take care of that again?”
“You have no idea how wet I am for you right now.”
He was still sliding his hand up and down his cock; there was no way I wasn’t wet but he cocked his head to the side and said, “I need you to show me. Dip your finger in your pussy and touch yourself. Then I want to lick your fingers.”
Oh. My. God. Scott had the dirtiest mouth I’d ever had the good fortune of listening to. Without moving my eyes from his, I slipped a finger into my pussy, and then slowly pleasured myself for a minute. Then I pulled it out and rolled onto my side so I was closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. I reached my hand out so that he could bend down and take my finger in his mouth. He took it all the way in and licked it with his tongue before sliding it back out. We didn’t lose eye contact once while this all happened.
“Told you I was wet for you,” I purred.
He’d been going pretty slowly all night, but his patience snapped at my words and he moved quickly onto the bed. In one swift movement, he had me on my stomach and he was kneeling on top of me. He pulled my hips up off the bed until I was on my hands and knees. Leaning over me, he whispered in my ear, “You ready for my cock now, sweetheart?”
I didn’t answer him, just nodded. He moved back and positioned himself be
hind me. Holding onto my hips his cock hit my entrance but he didn’t enter me completely straight away. He teased me instead, circling himself over my pussy. It was maddening and I pushed back, hoping to take his cock deep inside.
“Greedy. I fuckin’ love greedy,” he grunted, and thrust hard and fast inside me. Finally.
His cock filled me and I was in a state of bliss as he thrust in and out, gaining speed as he went. His hands remained on my hips in a firm grasp as he brought me to another orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut and white lights flashed as I came and screamed his name.
“Fuck babe, I’m gonna come hard. Your pussy is so fuckin’ sweet,” he grit out just before he lost himself in an orgasm.
I was spent. Waiting until he was finished, I barely held myself up. As soon as I knew he was done, I collapsed onto the bed and lay sprawled on my stomach. He followed closely behind and lay next to me, his hand lazily reaching out and wrapping around my waist. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open but eventually gave in and closed them. My last thought was that my one night with Scott Cole had been so worth it.
Chapter 21
Scott
I checked the time again. It was eight am and Harlow was still asleep. I’d been up for an hour now and was showered and ready for the day. For the past five minutes I’d been standing here watching her sleep, remembering how good it felt to fuck her. She’d gotten under my skin; no other woman had ever made me feel the things I was feeling. I had no idea where we’d go next but what I did know was that I had to get back inside her. Soon.
I was concerned that she might be needed at work this morning so I reluctantly sat on the side of the bed and gently woke her up. It took a couple of minutes but she eventually rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.
“Morning,” I smiled at her. Fuck, she was beautiful. My eyes roamed over her body while she woke up some more. A fuckin’ glorious sight to start the day with.