by Atlas, Lilly
In two long strides, LJ stood directly in front of her. “Spread your legs.”
Holly’s breath caught, but she did as he asked, parting those creamy thighs wide enough his large body could fit between them. And that’s exactly where he put it.
Attention fixed on the dark swath of fabric barely covering her pussy, LJ dropped to his knees between her legs. He placed one large hand on the inside of each of her thighs, eliciting a hiss from Holly as though he’d seared her skin. Still staring at her core, he pressed her legs even wider.
Holly remained on her elbows, watching every move he made with desire-filled eyes.
“You ready to come on my tongue?”
Her head moved up and down. “So ready,” she whispered.
“Don’t have to ask if you’re wet.” He’d thought that comment would make her blush again, but whatever spike in ego she’d gained earlier remained.
“No,” she said. “You don’t. Pretty sure you’d have to be blind to miss how soaked my panties are.”
Goddamn, the woman was something when she owned her sexuality.
“Lie flat. Want to feel those kitten claws on my scalp again. Can’t do that if you’re propping yourself up.”
Holly did as he asked, and he rewarded her by slowly kissing his way up her thigh. When he reached her sex, he slid his finger over the wet panel of her thong. Over and over, LJ teased her opening, rimming it with feather-light touches that had to be driving her mad.
He purposefully ignored her clit. Within seconds, he had Holly squirming on the bed, fists opening and closing at her sides.
Her hips jerked as she tried to get him to do something. Increase the pressure, enter her, finger her clit. None of that was going to happen until—“LJ, please”—there it was. Until she begged.
“Please what, sugar?”
“Please, stop torturing me. I need more.”
The scent of her arousal was far more intoxicating than the tequila he’d indulged in earlier. He hooked a finger under her thong and dragged it to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. “More, like this?” he asked right before tonguing her clit.
Holly squeaked in surprise, then her hands landed on his head. Someone once told him he was nuts for keeping his head shaved. Said women wouldn’t have anything to grab while he was eating them out. Clearly, that fucker never had a woman’s nails piercing his scalp as they writhed in pleasure.
Sexiest fucking feeling.
Holly wasn’t shy about taking what she wanted from his hungry mouth. She held his head firmly between her hands and rubbed her clit against his tongue as much as he was stroking his tongue against her.
As he’d suspected, she was sweet as sugar and twice as addicting.
LJ gave her clit a light scrape with his teeth, smiling as she jolted in response. He lapped at her, licking up all the juice that coated her sex and thighs. After he’d gotten his taste, he shoved his tongue straight into her pussy and went to town fucking her with it.
Holly screamed and thrust against his face, nearly stealing his air.
“Shit, LJ. You’re so good at this. Oh, my God.” She moaned, whimpered, and called out to her God often.
“Tell me how good,” he demanded as he slid his hands under her ass. The flesh of her cheeks overfilled his hands. Squeezing the softness had more precum leaking from his cock.
“I’ve never…”
He sucked her clit between his lips, stroking his tongue over the nub at the same time.
“Jesus, it’s never been like this,” she said on a rush of air. “Not even close. Shit, LJ, I’m going to come already.”
Fuck yes. “Give it to me, sugar. Come all over my face.”
She groaned. “Like I have a choice.”
LJ chuckled against her. Damn, he liked this girl. He just barely grazed her clit with his teeth at the same time he shoved two fingers in her tight channel. Three quick pumps and a little more suction to her clit, then Holly’s back bowed, and she screamed out her orgasm.
It went on for a while, the intense clasping of her pussy around his fingers. His eyes were going to cross from the pressure on his dick once he finally got inside her. That was if he didn’t bust a nut in his jeans like a fucking fourteen-year-old.
“Now that was an orgasm,” Holly said with a slight slur to her voice as though she was the one who’d drunk three-quarters of a bottle of tequila.
LJ glanced up her body. Both hands still rested on his head, lightly stroking along his scalp. The tender gesture soothed the previous sting of her nails, something he doubted she was even aware she’d done. Watching her eyes bug in surprise when he showed her the marks would be something to look forward to. Those eyes were currently closed, with a dream smile curling her lips.
Yeah, he’d given her a good one. “I aim to please, sug—”
A loud pounding on the door had a yelp coming from Holly as she scrambled to right her top. “Zip it up, brother, we got pigs in the pen,” Zach’s voice said through the door.
“What?” Holly squeaked, face scrunched in confusion. She’d managed to tuck her tits back where they’d been, but her bare lower half was still spread eagle around LJ’s body.
“Cops are here, babe,” came Zach’s reply.
LJ met Holly’s horrified gaze. She shook her head. “No. LJ, no. This wasn’t—I had nothing to do with this. Swear it on my life. Hell, I swear it on Biscuit’s life. I wouldn’t…I didn’t.”
As though a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over him, his dick wilted and so did the feelings of strong affection he’d been feeling until five seconds ago. Shit. Had he been so fucking stupid as to fall for a ploy by the cops? Did the sheriff’s daughter let him tongue fuck her as part of some fucked up scheme?
“Her pops ain’t here,” Zach said, though the door was still closed.
“Move the fuck along, Z. We’ll be right down,” LJ called out as he stood.
Holly’s hands trembled as she fumbled her way into her jeans.
He felt hollow, sick to his stomach over the extreme roller coaster of emotions he’d been on in the past ninety minutes, hell, the past two days. “Hurry it the fuck up, Holly.”
“I’m ready,” she said five seconds later as she shoved her feet back into her heels. She reached for the door, but LJ slapped a hand against it, holding it closed and making her jump.
“Swear to God,” he whispered in her ear from behind. “You even think about crying rape, I’ll—”
“What?” Holly spun and shoved him back with surprising strength. “How dare you? You know what? Fuck you, LJ!” She turned back, yanked the door open and stomped down the hallway with such force, LJ was surprised one of those spiky heels didn’t snap in half. He was also relieved she didn’t use the thing as a weapon to unman him.
They were the last couple to make it downstairs. Someone had killed the music, and all chatter had died. Men and women stood or sat around with varying degrees of hatred written across their faces. Each exit was manned by two cops and another five or so positioned themselves throughout the clubhouse. Where the fuck did all these cops come from? Townsend didn’t have this many on their entire police force. Was the sheriff deputizing any asshole that walked in his office?
“We have reason to believe there is a stash of money in this building from a robbery earlier in the week.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Maverick called out. “This bullshit again? Think I’d be drinking this bottom-shelf shit if I had money from a casino robbery laying around?” he said as he held up his glass. Stephanie, his former-FBI ol’ lady, rolled her eyes and shoved his arm down before whispering something in his ear that had him kissing her.
From next to LJ, Holly gasped. His blood went from a slow simmer to a complete boil in milliseconds. Fucking great, now she thought they were fucking masked bank robbers, straight out of Hollywood. Not five minutes ago, he’d had his face buried between her legs and would have gladly spent the entire night there. Now he couldn’t stand the fucki
ng sight of her judgment and disgust.
He took a step away from her. Just being in her energy space was intolerable.
“If you’re a member of the club or in a relationship with a member of the club, you stay. If you’re just here for the party you are free to leave after an officer does a quick personal scan on your way out,” Schwartz said.
The urge to wipe that fucking king-shit smirk off the deputy’s face with one hard punch was almost more than LJ could resist. Schwartz said something to one of the other officers then laughed. He was fucking loving this.
“This is bullshit,” Holly whispered.
What? He stared down at her. Mouth flat, eyes narrowed, she stood with her arms folded and plumping those delicious tits. She didn’t seem to notice she’d propped those beauties sky high. Her sexy body vibrated with…anger?
“Seriously, LJ,” she said as though he hadn’t been sending her hate vibes for the past ten minutes. “This is complete bullshit. Look at him.” She gestured toward Schwartz. “This isn’t real police work. This is him being an ass and getting his rocks off on a Saturday night because he’s bored and doesn’t have a woman.”
LJ blinked. Holly grew more worked up by the second. Those pretty eyes shot fire in Dicky’s direction. That wasn’t faked indignation. She was furious on his behalf, on his club’s behalf.
Shit. He’d gotten it wrong. Holly hadn’t lied, or conned him, or used her body to manipulate. She was just as blown away by this raid as he was.
“Who the fuck is talking? Did I not make myself clear when I said to shut the fuck up?” Dick walked in LJ and Holly’s direction. “I got plenty of room in a cell downtown for anyone who can’t keep their trap shut for ten min—Holly?”
The shock in Dicky’s voice was music to LJ’s ears, and he bit his lip to keep from cracking up. The high was short-lived.
“Are you all right, Holly?” he asked, stepping closer, his face drawn in what LJ could only assume was concern. As though he was worried about Holly’s safety. Maybe worried some bikers had dragged her here by the hair and that’s why it had that post-fucked wildness about it.
Nope, Dicky, that’s one hundred percent post-tongue-fucking hair.
Schwartz placed his palm on Holly’s bare shoulder, and LJ saw red. He started to reach out and yank her out of the fucker’s grip, but Rocket caught his gaze and shook his head once.
Fuck.
Would Holly even choose him, or would she shrink from his touch? He’d been a shit to her since Zach knocked on the door. Doubted her, snapped at her, embarrassed her. Wouldn’t surprise him at all if she told him to fuck off and begged Dicky to whisk her away.
Wouldn’t surprise him, but it would fucking gut him. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it because his safe haven was swarming with cops.
The room wasn’t as silent as it had been a few moments ago as the people only there for the party started to leave.
LJ sucked in a breath, and it caught somewhere in his chest.
Shit. There it went. Starting again. Fucking twice in one night. He tried a second time to inhale, but the air didn’t make it past his throat, which got tighter and narrower by the second. Sweat broke out across his forehead. Black dotted his vision. Schwartz’s words grew muffled, as though the cop spoke from the opposite end of a long tunnel, thanks to the rushing in LJ’s ears.
“Let’s get you out of here, okay, Holly? Has anyone threatened you? Hurt you?” Schwartz asked Holly as he stroked a hand down her arm.
LJ’s nostrils flared. He tried to speak, to tell Dicky to get his clammy fucking hands off her, but all that came out was a strangled wheeze.
Helplessness did it every fucking time. And he’d never been more helpless than he was standing there while some bastard had his hands on his woman.
Not that she was his woman.
Fuck.
Holly cast a glance in his direction, and her brows immediately drew down. Dicky didn’t seem to notice LJ was seconds away from totally losing his shit. And no one wanted that to happen.
In the next instant, soft skin brushed against LJ’s palm. Holly stepped closer and slipped her hand into his. Her entire right side pressed against his left as she let her weight rest on him.
“No, Deputy Schwartz, I have not been harmed, or threatened, or scared in any way. It was my choice to come here tonight. As it is my choice to stay now.”
Immediately the grip of panic began to abate, and LJ became able to engage his brain enough to employ a technique his therapist had taught him. He absorbed the feeling of Holly’s smaller hand. Drew in the scent of vanilla and sugar that always seemed to hover around her in a cloud of sweetness, and he leaned slightly into the pressure from her body. All things real and tangible he used to ground him in reality. To keep his mind from running off into the past and losing his grip on the world.
“Holly, you can’t be serious right now. Your father—”
“Has no say in who I hang out with or what I do in my spare time, Rick. I’m an adult. I can pick my own friends. And I’ll stick around until you clear the club because it’s laughable that you think they’re hiding hidden money from a casino robbery.” She gave LJ’s hand a squeeze, and the pinch of her grip further helped lessen the anxiety. How the fuck did she manage with one touch what he’d been fighting for years to accomplish on his own?
A few murmurs of appreciation came from his brothers while all the ol’ ladies smiled at Holly. She’d stood up for LJ, for his family even though she had to have questions. And even though he’d been an ass to her. There was no way Holly could be fully comfortable with the club, not after what she’d admitted about her family’s past. Something warm fired low in LJ’s gut.
She was a good woman.
And a sexy woman.
LJ freed his hand then circled his arm around her shoulders, anchoring her to his side. The increased contact chased away the final tingles of anxiety. He was back in the game.
“Go on, Dicky,” he said before he dropped a kiss on the top of Holly’s head. The scent of vanilla surrounded him. “Do whatcha gotta do. Finish wasting taxpayer money while we watch you make a fool of yourself and come up empty handed.”
Schwartz sent a pleading look Holly’s way, but she stood firm at LJ’s side. In fact, she even wrapped her arm around his waist. Or as much around his much larger form as she could reach. God, he didn’t deserve her touch after the way he’d doubted her motivations and actions. But he was going to take it, revel in it, and beg for more as soon as Dicky got his fucking mug out of their faces.
The cops spent nearly ninety minutes fucking up the clubhouse. With big shitty grins on their faces they dumped desk drawers, ransacked bedrooms, and made a general mess all in the name of search and seizure, which, yes, they had a fucking warrant for. Lord knows who sucked a judge’s dick for that bogus warrant.
In the end, of course, they found nothing, but they’d done a bang-up job of ruining everyone’s weekend. Sunday would be spent cleaning until their backs ached. By the time the cops had wrapped up their search, the only people who remained were the few members of the MC who’d planned to spend the night in the clubhouse. Copper asked everyone to return bright and early for clean-up duty. A few of his brothers snagged Honeys before retiring to their disorderly rooms, but in general, the mood had been killed.
The very second the last officer disappeared through the exit, Holly turned to LJ with a stricken expression. “LJ, I swear—”
He slid both hands into her hair and silenced her with a hard kiss. For long moments he ignored the whoops and whistles of one of his brothers—probably fucking Maverick—as LJ held her where he wanted her and plundered her mouth.
When he finally drew back, Holly’s eyes were glazed and her lips wet and swollen. “I was an asshole. I’m fucking sorry,” he said.
“Don’t do it again,” she whispered, giving him a lopsided grin.
He chuckled. “Hate to say it, sugar, but if we’re gonna start something he
re, you need to know I’m probably gonna fuck up again before too long.”
Her gaze met his, serious and heated. “We’re starting something?” she asked.
As he lowered his mouth back to hers, he whispered, “I fucking hope so.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
TUESDAY FOUND HOLLY sipping wine and planning items for the diner’s menu with Toni and Jazz from a very plush couch in Toni’s home.
“I think we’ve got a stellar plan, ladies.” Toni wore a huge grin as she did a little wiggle dance from the cushion next to Holly.
Jazz, who sat perched on the edge of a recliner, laughed. “Excited much?”
“Oh, my God, I’m beyond excited,” Toni replied. Her light brown hair hung from high on her head in a lopsided ponytail. Yoga pants and what had to be one of her ol’ man’s Ripped T-shirts completed the comfy outfit. If Holly wasn’t mistaken, Ripped was the name of the gym Zach owned.
“Come casual,” she’d said. “Actually, less than casual. Wear what you’d wear for a solo Netflix date with your couch.”
“Seriously, Holly, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to implement something like this. More and more, we get customers popping in on their way to work who don’t have time to sit and eat but want a coffee to go and something they can take to eat for the road. This will do wonders for business. Mine and yours.”
The pleasure Toni’s words evoked had Holly beaming. She felt seconds from bursting into a glittery explosion of happiness. Who wouldn’t love being praised for their life’s passion? “Okay, so next Monday will be our maiden voyage?”
“Does that work for you?” Jazz asked. She wore similar pants to Toni, only hers had an intricate neon purple pattern in a stripe down the sides. As usual, a crew neck long-sleeved T-shirt covered her top. Did any of the other girls in their group notice Jazz wore those long-sleeved tees like a uniform? September in Tennessee wasn’t exactly cold, yet she’d worn a similar shirt each time Holly had met up with her. Even when they partied at the clubhouse.
