“Why the fuck you working in a factory when you can cook like this. You should have your own restaurant or some shit like that.”
“The year after Remy was born, I lost my job. I was a bakery manager and cake decorator. My boss had a friend who lost their job, who just also happened to be a bakery manager and thought his friend should have my job, so they made up some bullshit and got me fired. I had a one-year-old and a douchebag of a husband who thought hunting and fishing were more important than working so I had to scramble to find a job. I ended up getting work at the factory through a temp agency, and I hated it.” I tested the oil and threw the first batch of chips in. I grabbed the other half of my taco and shoveled it in my mouth, waiting for the chips to be done.
“So why the fuck do you still work there?” Rigid asked.
I glanced into the living room and saw the TV was muted and all the guys were listening to my story. “Um, well after about two months of hell, working the line, I got a shot to drive a forklift when a chick went on maternity leave. I fucking fell in love with it, best six weeks ever. Chick came back, and I got booted off the forklift, back to the line.”
“Sounds like you couldn’t catch a break, darlin’.” Gravel said around a mouthful of food.
“No, I couldn’t. So, according to my supervisors I was throwing major attitude and got booted off the line to scrubbing toilets, being a fucking janitor. Fucking hated it, looked for another job but couldn’t find one. After two months of being a janitor, the chick who booted me off the forklift got a promotion, and I finally got my chance at the forklift. I kicked ass. Three months later, opening in warehouse popped up. I applied, but my supervisor put in a bad word about me. Told them I had a bad attitude, just a bunch of bullshit. Turned out, the warehouse supervisor liked that I had an attitude. Said I would need it to deal with the truckers. Got the position and haven’t looked back since. I fucking love my job.” I scooped out the first batch of chips and set them on a paper towel to cool and threw in the next batch. “That is why I still work there. Plus, I cook at home all the time and make cakes and shit for people.”
“You can cook or bake me a cake anytime, darlin’. I’ll even pay your fine ass for it.” Gambler said as he put his empty plate in the sink and rubbed his belly.
“Fuck yeah! I’ll get in on that shit, too.” Speed said, making what I’m pretty sure was his sixth taco.
“Thanks, guys. I’ll remember that when I make too much food. I’ll just drop it off at the clubhouse.”
“You got a fire pit, babe,” Mickey stated as he came in from the back door.
“Um, yeah.” These guys had taken over my house. I hadn’t even known that Mickey was outside.
I focused on the chips before I went into complete freak out mode figuring out what it meant that Lo had given me the best orgasm of my life twenty minutes ago. I was now spilling some of my life story to a bunch of bikers while feeding them tacos and cinnamon nachos and I was ok with it. Strange. All of these guys were completely out of my league and of a different world. A complete and utterly more awesome world then my eat, sleep, and work world.
“Fuck yeah. I’ll start the fire.” Speed said as he walked out the back door.
“Oh fuck no. The last time Speed lit a bonfire he scorched off his eyebrows and almost lit the clubhouse on fire.” Gravel said as he walked out the back door. I hoped he was going to supervise Speed, I liked my house not burnt to the ground.
“He’s right, babe. Its amazing Speed can light his cigarette without burning himself.” The guy who Lo didn’t introduce to me said.
All the guys grunted and nodded their heads in agreement and filed out the back door leaving just Lo and me.
“What just happened?” I said to Lo as I sprinkled cinnamon sugar on the chips.
“Bonfire, babe.”
“But I don’t have anything for s’mores.” If you have a bonfire, you have to have s’mores. It was an unwritten rule.
“We’re bikers, babe. I can’t remember the last time I had a s’more over a campfire. Probably when I was like five or something.”
“Oh. Well, I guess we can have cinnamon nachos and a bonfire.” I said as I grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer and set enough bowls out.
“Sounds good babe.” Lo rumbled as he walked out the back door.
It did sound good.
How fucking weird was that.
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Chapter 14
Lo
I had Speed start the fire (under Gravel’s supervision) and sent Mickey on another beer run. I also had him pick up a couple of extra things for Meg. Gambler, Swinger, Demon and I scoured Meg’s garage and shed for more chairs and a table.
We had all the chairs set up and a fire blazing, when Meg walked out of the house, carrying a huge ass tray and a gallon of ice cream. Swinger jumped up from his chair and helped Meg carry everything.
“Found yourself a regular fucking Martha Stewart there, King.” Demon murmured.
“Lucky son of a bitch,” Rigid said as he shoved his phone in his back pocket, plopping down in a chair.
“What the fuck crawled up your ass?” Gravel asked.
“Fucking bitches are my problem. Just called Cyn, told her to come over, bitch told me no, said she had plans. I told her to cancel them and haul her ass over here. She told me to fuck off and hung up on me.”
I watched Meg set everything down on the table and start scooping ice cream into the bowls she had brought out. “I can tell you one thing about bitches like Cyn, Rigid. If she’s anything like Meg, which I’m betting she is, you got to treat these woman completely different than you do regular pussy from the club.”
“Yeah, well then how do I treat her?” Rigid asked.
“Like she’s not some pussy from the club,” I smirked at Rigid and chugged the rest of my beer.
“Real fucking helpful, King. I need to get my dick sucked. I just got to crook my fucking finger, and I can have a bitch on her knees at the club.” Rigid rumbled and got up from his chair.
“Are you leaving, Rigid?” Meg asked.
“Yeah, darlin’, I got some shit to take care of.”
“Oh, well have a good night,” Meg said, sounding disappointed Rigid was leaving, walking back over to the table.
I got up from my chair and got in Rigid’s face. “Sit the fuck down and eat the food my woman just slaved over. And clue in brother, you are going to have to work hard for Cyn, not just crook your finger, and have the bitch all over you. The harder you have to work for something, brother, the more rewarding it is in the end. All those club bitches do is release the pressure brother, they don’t make shit better. Bitches like Meg and Cyn are endgame brother, they make everything better.”
“Maybe I don’t want endgame, maybe all I want is the pressure released,” Rigid growled as he clenched his fists at his sides.
“Then leave Cyn alone,” Meg murmured. I spun around and saw her standing right behind me, holding two bowls in her hand, piled high with ice cream and shit.
“Babe, I thought you were making dessert.”
“I was. Now I’m done.” She said.
Meg stepped to the side of me and looked up at Rigid. “I don’t know if I agree with the whole endgame thing Lo said, but I can tell you if you go after Cyn, she better be the only one you are with for however long you decide to be with her, she deserves that. I know what to expect from Lo, Cyn has no idea what she is getting into with you. I know I need to hold on tight for however long Lo wants me and let him go when he’s done with me. But with Cyn, you drag her along, make it good for her, and drop her, I don’t think she’ll be able to handle it. I’m not sure how your club world works, but in Cyn’s and my world, we don’t want to be with a guy and wonder if we’re good enough or if he is going to have to go get the pressure released from some other bitch. Leave her alone, she has been through enough shit without you fogging up her head with your bullshit.” Meg pushed a bowl into Rigid’s hand, stomped away, and sat ne
xt to Gravel. I heard him mumble something to her and she gave him a huge smile.
“Sit, eat, apologize to my woman, and then leave if you want,” I growled at Rigid. I walked over to the table and saw there was nothing left of the shit Meg had made.
“I have yours right here, Lo,” Meg said.
I turned and saw her lifting up the other bowl she had been carrying before she laid into Rigid. “You have some babe?” I asked as I took the bowl from her and sat on the other side of her.
“One of the perks of being the cook, you get to eat while you make it.” Meg winked at me and handed me a spoon.
“You ok?” I asked her as I mounded my spoon full and shoveled it into my face. Fucking heaven. God, she could fucking cook.
“Just peachy, Lo. I just don’t want Cyn to get hurt again.”
“What was that shit about letting me go?” I asked.
“The truth, Lo. Nothing lasts forever.” Meg said and took a drink from her glass.
“Ain’t fucking letting you go, babe. Get that through your head.”
Meg rolled her eyes at me and turned back to Gravel.
I glanced around the fire and saw Demon, Gambler, and Speed sprawled out on the other side of the fire pit, talking about the new Harleys coming out, bullshitting about who was going to get one. Rigid was sulking by Meg’s garage, nursing his beer and eating his nachos.
I finished my nachos, set my empty bowl on the ground and leaned back in my chair. I glanced at Meg, who had her head thrown back laughing at some shit Gravel had just said. She was fucking beautiful. I had been with women who were hot and sexy before but never had I had a chance at someone so beautiful like Meg. I needed her. She was my endgame.
I just hoped I was hers.
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Meg
The guys had demolished all the cinnamon nachos and were now gathered around my fire pit, shooting the shit.
Earlier Mickey came back from another beer run, with three more 12 packs and a couple bottles of booze. I was curled up in my chair, nursing my margarita when Mickey handed me a grocery bag. Lo plunked down in the chair next to me. “Open it, babe.”
I handed Lo my glass and glanced at Mickey to thank him, but he had slinked off. I looked at Lo, but he just shrugged his shoulders at me and took a drink of his beer.
I peeked into the bag and saw a box of graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows. Lo had Mickey pick up stuff for s’mores. Shit. So sweet.
I looked up at Lo, blinking back tears that were threatening to fall, “You got me shit for s’mores.”
“Yeah, babe. You wanted them, I got you them.” Lo rumbled as he handed me back my glass and leaned back in his chair, sprawling his legs out.
“You didn’t have to do that. We had the nachos. I would have survived.”
“Wasn’t about you surviving, was about making you happy. You slaved over that food for me and the boys, it was the least I could do.”
I was speechless. I did the only thing I could think of. I got out of my chair, set my margarita on the table, stood in between Lo’s legs and launched myself at him. I straddled his waist, planting my knees on the side of the chair and wrapped my arms around Lo’s neck. “Your bad ass biker rep is not so bad ass anymore. You keep being this sweet, I’m going to have to buy you a scooter.” I laughed as I lowered my lips to Lo’s neck.
“Fuck that, babe. Only you get my sweet. The rest of these fuckers never see that.” Lo said as he grabbed my ass and pressed me into him.
“How did I get so lucky?” I whispered.
“I’m the lucky one, babe.”
I lifted my head and looked into Lo’s eyes and felt my heart squeeze. I really didn’t know what I did to feel so happy.
Lo grabbed my head and crushed his lips to mine. It was a brutal kiss. Branding me, making me feel everything neither of us wanted to say yet. Lo pulled his lips away, “Come to the clubhouse tomorrow night? We’re having a party for finishing up the shop and clubhouse.”
“Is this like a date?” I shivered as Lo ran his hands up and down my back.
“Call it whatever the fuck you want, babe. Just say you’ll come.”
“I’ll be there. Should I bring anything?”
“All I need is your sweet ass there, babe, but I’m sure the guys wouldn’t be pissed if you baked ‘em something.”
“I can so do that.” I started thinking about all the things I could make. Lo brushed his lips against mine and nipped my bottom lip, and all my thoughts flew out the window.
I could worry about what to bake later.
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Chapter 15
Meg
I was completely drunk, sprawled out in my favorite lawn chair, good music playing in the background, watching Lo say bye to all the guys. Rigid had left after eating and apologizing to me. I told him he didn’t need to apologize and it was all good. He grunted at me and took off with a roar on his motorcycle.
I watched all the guys walk around my house and disappear into the night. My job as the impromptu hostess was over.
Lo walked over and stood in front of me. “Fire’s almost out, babe. You want me to put more wood on or you ready to head in?” Lo asked.
It was well past midnight, and I was totally ready for my bed. “I’m ready to head in,” I said as I stretched my arms over my head.
Lo grabbed my hands and pulled me out of my chair. He laid a kiss on my forehead. “Get ready for bed. I’ll make sure the fire is out.”
I was completely in the Lo Daze, mellow and relaxed. I grabbed my empty glass and glided into the house. At least, I felt like I glided. I’m sure it was more of a stumble/stagger.
I dumped my glass in the sink and headed to my room where I plugged in my phone. “Leather and Lace” crooned from the speaker and I turned it up loud enough so I could hear it in the bathroom. I grabbed my silk lavender sleep shorts and matching cami and headed into the bathroom.
I brushed my hair out and threw it into a messy knot on top of my head and washed my makeup off. I quickly moisturized my face and threw my pajamas on. I walked out of the bathroom and saw all the lights were turned off and the music had been turned down.
I went into my bedroom and saw Lo laid out on my bed, chest bare, boots off. He had all my pillows piled behind his back and was looking at my phone. “You got a lot of music, darlin’.” I knew he must be looking at my music app.
“I love music, there’s a song for every moment. If you ask Troy, I’m kind of a music Nazi.” I threw my dirty clothes in my hamper and stood at the end of my bed.
“OK, test time, darlin’. What song do you listen to when you’re happy?”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, thinking. “I would have to say, “Stereo Hearts” by Gym Class Heroes. Although, there are fifty others I could think of.”
I opened my eyes and looked at Lo, who was hitting buttons on my phone, and then my happy song started. “Ok song, not really my taste,” Lo said.
“I listen to everything,” I told him.
“The song you listen to when you’re pissed off.” Lo looked at me expectantly.
“It’s a toss-up between “Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch and “Headstrong” by Trapt.”
“Headstrong” started playing out of my speaker and Lo smirked at me. “Totally different from that last shit you had me play, babe.”
I laughed because Lo was so right. “More your type of music, handsome?” I asked.
“Definitely more my speed. The song you chill out to?”
I sat on the edge of my bed, with my back to Lo. “Now that is a tough one. I’m going to have to go with “Love is My Religion” by Frankie Perez. Totally chills me out.”
Frankie Perez’s voice came crooning out of my speaker, and I leaned back, laying down. “Never heard this song before, babe, but it is definitely chill.” Lo rumbled
“You like it?” I asked.
“Yeah, I could listen to it. Ok, last one. Song you’re going to seduce
me to tonight.”
I burst out laughing and twisted over to look at Lo. “So I’m seducing you tonight?”
“I’m a sure thing, darlin’.” Lo quipped.
I got up on my knees and crawled up the bed, right on top of Lo, straddling his lap. “I’m the DJ for this seduction then,” I said as I took my phone out of Lo’s hands and searched for the perfect song.
“Forget the song, babe, you crawling all over me is all the seduction I need.”
I swatted Lo’s hand away as he tried to take my phone away and hit play on Rose Falcon’s “Give in to Me.” Her melodic, soothing voice filled the room as she crooned about having her lover give in to her. Perfect song.
I threw my phone on my nightstand and looked down at Lo. I seriously didn’t know how I got this gorgeous man in my bed, but I planned to enjoy him for however long it lasted.
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Lo
Meg looked down at me, and I could see how much she wanted me. I wanted to see if she would act on it, show me how much she wanted me.
She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. I looked at her perfect tits, pink nipples, begging for me to suck on them. I kept my arms on the bed and clenched my fists. I was dying to touch her, but this was Meg’s show.
She ran her hands up her stomach and cupped her tits, grinding her pussy into my crotch. We both still had our pants on, and it was pure torture. “I want you, Lo.” Meg breathed out on a sigh. “So bad.”
“Take your shorts off, baby. I want to see that sweet pussy.” Meg ground down on me again, and I could feel a tremor rock through her. She rolled off and quickly took her shorts off. Before she could throw them on the floor, I saw she had a wet spot on them from rubbing her sweet pussy on me. Fucking hell.
“Panties too, babe,” I ordered before she climbed back on me. She shimmied them down her curvy legs and stepped out of them.
“You have too many clothes on, Lo,” Meg said with a quiver in her voice.
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