by Naomi West
Good, he was here. She put both hands on the steering wheel and took a deep breath as reality began to descend on her.
Fuck, he was here. Her stomach twisted into knots. Not even two hours ago, Patricia had sent the poor guy away from her door. Star had been avoiding him, ignoring him, for weeks. What was she thinking? What was she even doing here? She had no right.
She took another deep breath. It was going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay. What was the worst that could happen, anyways? That he sent her away? Clearly he still wanted her around.
She got out of the car and headed up to the clubhouse's front entrance. It was a simple set of double metal doors, the kind you saw on buildings like this. To the right of the door was a buzzer for the doorbell.
She thought about just barging in, but figured that might be too presumptuous. She wasn't his ol' lady, and even then she didn't know if that would have been allowed. After all, she wasn't, and never would be, part of the MC. Women weren't eligible.
So, instead, Star took another deep breath and pressed the doorbell. Chimes rang somewhere deep inside the building, but nothing, and no one, seemed to stir within.
A couple minutes passed. She kept waiting, hoping that Blade or Cam would be the ones to answer. They were the only two she'd met, other than that one time on the back of Tanner's bike after their first time together. She shuffled her feet, hoping they would hurry up and get to the door, so she could just hurry up and see Tanner. They rode fast everywhere. They should walk just as fast, too.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. A moment later, a pair of burly bikers pushed the door open. She glanced over their faces, but didn't recognize either of them.
She swallowed dryly as she looked up into their big, masculine faces.
“What?” one of them, a big guy with a shaved head, barked.
“Who the fuck are you?” sneered the other, a shorter, but nearly as thick, man with a long, shaggy mustache.
“I-I-I'm,” she stuttered out, her dry tongue twisting around her own words, “looking for Tanner Rainier.”
“Don't know him, doll-face,” said Baldy. He turned to his buddy. “I bet she's selling magazine subscriptions or some shit.”
Didn't know Tanner? What the hell was going on? This had to be the right place. She'd followed Jethro's instructions to the T. She was sure she hadn't shown up at some other club by accident. There couldn't be that many active clubs in the county!
“Magazine subscriptions?” Mustache asked him. “Like them girly mags?”
“Yeah,” Baldy said, punching his buddy in the shoulder. “I got the internet, though. Don't think I need 'em anymore.”
“Not unless she's in 'em,” said Mustache, a big grin spreading on his face as he nodded at Star. “So, tell us, you at the center of your magazines, honey?”
“I, um, I'm not selling any magazines. I'm looking for Tanner. Or Blade? Can I talk to Blade?”
Baldy looked her up and down as she fumbled for her words. “Nah, she ain't in them magazines of hers. Bet she's a cop. She's coming in here looking for some shit on us, I reckon.”
Well this had taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way.
She took a step back. “Me?” she asked, genuine surprise entering her voice, making her words squeak. “You think I'm a cop?”
Oh God, she hoped they weren't going to strip her and start looking for a wire. She didn't think she could handle something like that. Not today of all days.
Both men dead on locked their eyes on her.
She gulped.
And, then, just as Star was certain she was going to be frisked and patted down for hidden clandestine electronics, Baldy and Mustache both burst into raucous, belly-shaking laughter.
Baldy leaned back and shouted into the clubhouse. “Tanner-boy! Your ol' lady's here!”
“Sorry, just having a little fun, darlin'.” Mustache threw the door wide for her, saying, “Of course we know who you are, Star. Come on in.”
Not sure if she should smile at their jokes, or be mortified, Star shuffled between them and into the clubhouse.
“Tanner!” Baldy shouted again. “Tanner, come on!”
“I'm coming, Slick. I'm coming,” Tanner said as he came out of the back of the clubhouse.
He stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell on her. The corner of his lip tilted up in a half-smile, like he couldn't show it all in front of his buddies.
She had to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. Her memories of him hadn't done the reality justice. His grizzled jaw line, his sculpted arms, how tightly his shirt hugged his body, the way he stalked like a wolf as he moved.
Their eyes locked, and she felt herself fall into the deep, still waters of that icy blue gaze of his.
She'd almost forgotten his eyes, and how she felt when she looked into them. How they seemed to hypnotize her and eliminate distractions from the rest of the world.
Already, she could feel the need building in her. The need for his arms to be around her, to hold her tight. For his hands and lips to be on her body, for him to be inside her.
“Hi,” Tanner said, coming a couple steps closer, seemingly unsure of himself, or like he was approaching something he knew to be a mirage.
“Hey,” Star said, taking a few of her own. She didn't know what to say. She'd thought about what words she'd planned to use on the drive over, had considered what she would tell him when she found him. But all that planning was out the window, now. “I . . . I missed you,” she muttered.
Silence filled the air. Even Mustache and Baldy had grown quiet as they watched the reunion. But, only for a moment. They were bikers, of course.
“Young love.” Mustache said as he reached up and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “So sweet.”
Tanner turned his glare to the two men. “Why the fuck don't y'all clear out of here for a few minutes? Go down and have a couple beers on my tab, or work on your bikes or some shit?”
“You're no fun,” Baldy said. “I was hoping for a Hallmark moment. I popped popcorn and everything.”
“Fuck off,” Tanner said as he came over and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Whatever,” Mustache said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “We'll just take ourselves elsewhere, then. Somewhere where we're appreciated.”
Both men disappeared through the front entrance as Tanner lead Star deeper into the clubhouse, and back into what looked like a meeting room with a giant Blood Warriors banner hanging from the wall. Not saying a word, he shut the door behind them and went and took a seat at the edge of the center table.
“I . . .” Tanner began, licking his lips as he looked her up and down with those intense eyes of his, “I missed you, too.”
She exhaled a giant sigh of relief. Then, she went to him.
She nearly melted as he pulled her into his strong, caring, protective arms and kissed her.
His lips were just as soft as she remembered, and his tongue just as insistent, as his hands tangled in her hair and pulled them together.
All the troubles, all the pain, all the turmoil melted away as she found herself in his arms again. Everything was going to be alright.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Tanner
He savored her lips, the way she felt in his arms. He'd never realized he could miss anyone so much, had never imagined something like this could be possible. He was supposed to be a loner, a guy who only had ties to his MC. A man who was responsible only to his comrades and himself.
But, when he felt her warm body pressed against his, her soft, pouting lips crushed beneath his, he realized where he really belonged and what his purpose really was.
His tongue already dancing with hers, he moved a hand down from her hair to her ass. He massaged her, his hand roaming up and down her backside, reminding himself of what she'd felt like the first time they'd been together. It was all still there, and just as perfect as the last time he'd touched it.
“God, I missed you,” she moaned as her hands traveled up and down his back. “I missed you so much.”
He pressed his mouth back to hers, kissing her with force as his other hand joined its partner on her ass and pulled her into him. She moaned and pressed herself into him as they continued to kiss, their tongues chasing after one another.
He growled deep in his throat, his body admitting its need. Already rock-hard, he needed a release, and needed one since the moment she’d stepped into his arms.
She moaned as he gripped her ass tight, lifted her off the ground, and switched spots with her so she was on the edge of the table.
She spread her legs and pulled him in between them, grinding herself on his hard, denim-covered length. Clearly, she wanted and needed him just as badly.
He kissed her again, his hands traveling down to the front of her blouse. He began to unbutton her shirt, baring her warm flesh to him, and her hands flew down the front of her shirt, helping him to undo the buttons.
Still kissing her, he ran his hands up and down her sides, her naked back, her beautiful stomach where his child was growing. She reached up and unhooked the front of her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out.
Tanner cupped a breast, swirled the rough skin of his palm over her nipple. He pulled them lightly with his fingers, teasing her till she gave him a throaty moan of enjoyment.
She arched into him as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth and, smiling, gently bit down.
Pleasure mixed with pain made him groan, and he pulled her lower body against his. He lightly pinched her nipple again, eliciting a sharp, delighted moan from those luscious lips of hers.
“I just want to taste you,” he groaned between kisses. “To make sure you're real.”
“Oh, I'm real, alright,” she replied with a wicked grin as her hand dipped and began to stroke the crotch of his jeans. Her fingers danced up and down his length, playing with and teasing his throbbing head.
He kissed her again before dropping to his knees in front of her. He reached beneath the hem of her skirt, entranced by what he'd been missing for all these weeks.
She leaned back on her hands and lifted her ass off the table as he pulled off her panties, then hooked a leg over his shoulder.
He gripped her thigh tight in one hand and dipped his mouth down to her honeypot. There was just something about her, about the way she quivered as he explored her with his tongue, the way she trembled as he pleasured her.
Purring as he kissed her inner thigh, as he breathed hotly on her sex and squeezed her leg tighter,she put a hand at the back of his head and began to stroke his hair as he licked up and down her lips.
He took his time, enjoying this moment with her. He hadn't seen her in weeks, even though he knew she was near every time he stopped by Patricia's. He could almost hear her breathing, almost feel her presence as he stood outside her friend's front door. Now, as he swirled his tongue around her clit and gently sucked her sensitive little nub between his lips, he knew that there was no other place he'd rather be than by his ol' lady's side.
Star's whole body shook as she moaned. She used the hand from the back of his head to cover her mouth, to keep her from screaming so loud the whole county would hear her. She thrust herself into him, her hips matching the cadence of the severe tongue lashing he was delivering.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and slid two fingers into her, began to stroke her g-spot. She was so wet, so excited. He could feel her running down his chin.
She cried out, her whole body contracting around his fingers, as her hips thrust up off the table and into his mouth. She hugged her thighs around him, pulling him in deeper as she came on his dedicated tongue and lips.
“Oh, Tanner,” she groaned as she reached down and pulled him up to her lips, “I've missed you.”
They kissed again as she reached down and began to undo his belt for him.
His hand joined hers. He unbuttoned the front of his jeans and unzipped them. He shoved his pants and boxers down around his hips.
They looked into each other's eyes, gazing deep as they gasped for air.
“I missed you, too,” Tanner said as he touched her cheek with the back of his hand, “I missed the way you feel, the way you smell, the way you taste.”
She hooked her leg back around his waist and pulled them closer together. She smiled mischievously as she lined herself up with his cock.
“I don't know,” she whispered, her voice husky with need and want, as she put both arms around his neck, “what I would have done if you hadn't shown up every day like that.”
He reached down and guided himself to her pussy. He traced himself up and down her lips, loving the way she felt on his cock.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “Please, just put your cock me, Tanner. Stop teasing me.”
He grinned and kissed her again. As his tongue pushed into her mouth and she opened wide for him, he slid his cock home. Her warmth and wetness enveloped him entirely. The feel of her was beautiful, more wonderful than words. Like riding on a warm spring day, with the sun shining on your face and no cares in the world.
She wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
He thrust his hips into her, not knowing how long he was going to last.
“Harder Tanner,” she whispered, then snaked her tongue out and flicked her tongue up and down his ear lobe. “Fuck me harder.”
He reached around back and grabbed hold of her ass again, pulling her into him with each thrust.
She nearly screamed with each movement as she ground her hips into him. She angled her hips up off the table, helping him to go deeper with each thrust. Their lips interlocked again as Tanner fucked her harder and faster.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she shook again around his cock, drenching him in her need for him.
It didn't take long before he could feel his own orgasm building. He wrapped an arm tight around her waist and began to lay into her. She threw her head back, nearly screaming, as his head dipped down and his mouth latched onto one of her perfect nipples.
“Come for me, Tanner,” she panted and moaned, “come inside me. Please, please.” She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper with each stroke.
He went for all he was worth, pulling her onto him faster and faster. She came again, her walls tightening around him, as pleasure flooded his body. He felt himself erupt inside her.
They moaned together and kissed again. She undulated on his hard length, getting every last little bit of pleasure she could find.
They stayed like that, their tongues entwined, their breathing heavy, as his cock softened inside her. He hadn't been fucked like that sense he didn't know when. Finally, they both sighed contentedly and pulled apart after one last kiss.
“I really hope the clubhouse is still empty,” he said as he pulled his pants back up and began to fasten them.
Clearly mortified, all the color drained from her face. She fastened the front of her bra back together and began to button her top. “I thought you sent the guys away!”
“Well, yeah, I did,” he said with a laugh. “Those guys.”
“You mean, we could - I could have-”
He held up a hand, cutting her off. “Just lemme go check, okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He went out of the meeting room and glanced around the rest of the clubhouse as she finished dressing.
Empty. Good.
Tanner walked back in, saying, “Don't worry, no one was here.” He went back over to her and pulled her into his arms, his hands settling on her hips as they gazed into each other's eyes. “I really did miss you.”
“I could tell,” she said as she put her arms around his neck. “I missed you, too.”
They kissed again, melting into each other's arms.
It was just like a warm spring day, he realized. No worries in the world.
# # #
Star
“I know you don't like it,” he said, looking down at her, “but, now that you're back, we need a plan of action. This Aaron guy who fucked with you, he ain't going away. And neither are the Roaming Wolves.”
She sighed and looked away. “I know they're not. And, for the record, you're right. I don't like it.”
“Well, they don't care if you like it, or not. But, I can't let this guy intimidate you, or me, or the Blood Warriors. It shows weakness, and people start to get ideas about messing with us more if we look like a bunch of chumps that are easy pickings.”
