by Lila Rose
I definitely wanted to meet Mattie’s dad. I had a feeling Nancy was going to be a hoot, but I wanted to see her and her husband’s dynamics. That would be more entertainment than those TV soaps.
“Sweetheart,” Julian started, and I felt Mattie stiffen beside me, then groan. “We’ll meet you in your break-room later. Then no one will be witness. Can’t have Nancy miss the experience of her first groping. He eyed Teresa’s breasts. “They look heavy, baby-girl.”
Teresa giggled and said, “They are, sugar. I’ll show you later how heavy.”
“Kitten,” Talon growled again. “Reel your posse in, woman.”
“Got it, honey. Guys, there will be no touching tonight and that’s final. We are in my hubby’s place of business. We have to act responsibly,” she ordered, and then a smile lit her face and she waved, yelling, “Hey, Livi, over here, babe.”
A tall, green-eyed woman with red hair, styled in a pixie cut, turned toward Zara when she called. The redhead beamed a wide, big smile and came strutting over. Her hips sway seductively in her short-short black leather skirt. To top it off, she wore black stilettos and a dark green halter-top.
When she reached the table, Talon let out a low, “Livi, don’t.”
I looked to Zara to see she was smiling. Then I glanced back to see Livi ignore Talon’s warning tone, lean over the table and peck Zara on the lips. She pulled back, grinned wickedly and said, “Honey-pie, how is my girl doing?”
“Boss, you been holding out on some information?” Blue queried.
Instead of answering, Talon gripped the back of Livi’s skirt and pulled her back, away from his wife. “Stop pulling your shit and get back to work,” he ordered Livi with a scary voice.
But Livi just snorted and looked to Zara. “Is he like this at home?”
Zara scoffed. “I only allow it in the bedroom.”
“Jesus motherfucking Christ. Are you all Goddamn deaf? Livi, get lost. Teresa, get drink orders. Me and my brothers will be at the bar keepin’ an eye on things. Stay out of trouble…fuck, look who I’m talking to. Try to stay out of trouble. Nancy, Julian, if you want to come here again, you will not touch any of the women tonight, even if they are on a fuckin’ break. Let’s go,” he said to his men, turned and walked away. Stoke quickly sent me a wink and smile, before he followed his president.
It was then I could tell why Talon was the president. Yes, Declan Stoke was scary when he was angry. But Talon Marcus, he was nightmare material. I looked to Zara with wide eyes. She grinned at me and shook her head. “Don’t worry about him. He’s tame at home.”
Yeah…sure.
****
Later in the night, I had just collapsed into the booth with Clary and Ivy, after dancing my feet off like Lady Gaga on crack, when two older men we didn’t know walked up. I glanced to the bar to see Stoke and Blue coming our way. I looked to the dance floor to see Zara, Nancy and Deanna still grooving it out with some stripers. Mattie was downstairs with Julian, keeping an eye on him while he danced with the strippers on stage. Apparently, while he was in the toilets earlier, they all saw his sweet dance moves and asked him to teach them a few things. Of course, Julian was more than willing.
“Ladies, which one of you is Malinda?” Mr Tall, Broad and Rugged asked. He looked around forty, like his friend next to him. They also had in common, buzz haircuts, tattoos that cover their arms, and they were both dressed in jeans, tees and army boots. The main difference was one had hard dark brown eyes and the other had light blue eyes.
“Who wants to know?” Clary asked with a glare. She stood from the table. They backed up a step to make room for her, just as Declan and Blue arrived. My man sat stiffly next to me while Blue slid his arm around Clary’s waist and brought her back against his chest.
“Who the fuck are you?” Blue asked.
“We’re here for back-up to watch Malinda May.”
“If you’re here to do that, then should you know what she looks like?” Clary asked.
The blue-eyed man turned his cold stare to Clary. “Sergeant only had a photo of her when she was turned away from the camera and another from tonight as she left, but it was dark.”
“I’m Malinda,” I said. The men were all getting too tense. I didn’t want the situation to blow up over something so little. “Can I ask who Sergeant is?”
The other man spoke up in a deep voice. “Beth Cliff.”
I gasped. “Mrs Cliff is your sergeant?”
They both smirked. The blue-eyed one added, “Was, and that was a while ago now. We’ve just gotten off duty or we would’ve been here as soon as she called.” He looked from Blue to Stoke and then held out his hand to my man. “Sergeant said you were in charge of Malinda, Declan Stoke, right?” Declan gave him a chin lift with the handshake. “I’m Trevor Boon and this here is Dallas Gan.”
“Good to meet you both, but as you can see, my brothers and I have everything under control,” Declan said after he shook both of their hands and leaned back against the booth. His arm slid around my shoulders again, where he brought me snugly against him.
“That may be so, but when Beth asks anything, we deliver, no matter what.”
“Why?” Ivy asked. “I mean Mrs Cliff is a great lady, and she must have been one heck of a sergeant, but I don’t get why years later you’re both still willing to do anything for her.”
The men looked at each other, and when Dallas nodded, Trevor turned back to us and said, “She saved our arse a long time ago, hell, a few times actually. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t be alive today.”
Ivy’s hand went to her heart. “That is so sweet,” she breathed. “It must have been fun working with her.”
The men smirked and Dallas said, “You could say that. She’s a tough person to get along with, but once you were in her fold, she was loyal.”
Deanna suddenly showed and sat in the booth breathing heavily. “God damn, I haven’t shaken my arse like that for a long time. Tell me who I have to screw to get a drink around here.” Blue glared down at her. “Oh, fuck off, dude, not like I’d actually screw anyone, my man is enough for me.” She stopped, looked at the men standing beside Clary and Blue, who were smiling down at her, and then she snapped, “Who in the fuck are these two thugs and do I have to beat the shit outta them?”
“Are you related to Beth?” Trevor asked.
We all burst out laughing. It really was uncanny how Mrs Cliff and Deanna were so similar.
“Who’s Beth?” Deanna glared.
“Mrs Cliff,” Clary said through her laughter.
“Oh.” I watched Deanna smile. “Nope, but she wants to adopt me.” Her smile widened.
“I can see why,” Dallas deadpanned.
Something in Declan’s pocket vibrated. He moved to the side to pick out his phone. When he put it to his ear, he said, “Speak.”
Mrs Cliff was loud enough that I even heard her. “You send my boys away I will make your life hell. It’s not that I don’t fuckin’ trust you and the biker hotties. I just trust my boys more. I know what they are capable of. Until I see one of you kill a man with his bare hands, like I have with those two, I want them on the job. You tell them what to do, where to be and they’ll do it. You get me, boy? Or else think of me as your new neighbour from Hell.”
“You’re not already?”
“Get fucked,” she snapped, but I knew she was smiling. She liked Stoke and I knew, deep, deep, deep down, he liked her.
“Fine.”
“Good,” she said and then hung up.
“Beth?” Trevor asked with a lip twitch. Dallas was nice enough to hide his laugh with a pretend cough.
“You’re both downstairs. Keep your eyes and ears open. The gay guy on the stage and the one with him are Hawks.” They eyed my man to see if he was serious. Declan answered their look with, “Don’t fuckin’ ask. The women are crazy for them. Go meet the other brothers around, and then head down there,” Declan ordered.
“Done,” both Trevor and Dallas s
aid. They turned to leave, which was when we heard Dallas say, “We should have fuckin’ got here sooner. Then I would have had a chance at Malinda.”
I blushed. Declan turned to me, saw my blush and said, ‘Fuck me, I can’t take you anywhere without attracting men.”
Chapter Sixteen
Malinda
After a few more hours of fun, dancing and copious amounts of alcohol, I was sitting in the booth laughing with Ivy about something, though I couldn’t really recall what it was. But it had been funny. I think. I was on a high, and surprised to see even though we were in a strip club with nearly naked women dancing or walking around, the Hawks men still only had eyes for their women. Well, the ones who had partners did, the others not so much. Still, they all focused on what they were told to do, so they kept their minds in the game, and protected us Hawk women.
Guilt tinged my thoughts earlier, until Ivy must have read my mind and ordered me not to worry. She told me the men lived for this stuff. They ate, pooped and breathed the badarse biker life. They didn’t care they had to watch out for me. Even a few, who’d heard the conversation, agreed and told me not to be stupid.
It was then I shrugged it off and had another drink.
Talon had already left, taking Zara, Nancy and Deanna with him. All that was left was Julian, Mattie and Clary, who were at that point, downstairs in the change rooms, doing makeovers with the stripers who weren’t dancing. I joined them earlier, until Ivy dragged me out for another dance. After three songs, we’d exhausted ourselves and were now laughing our butts off while sitting in the booth.
Ivy nudged me in the ribs with her elbow. I looked to her and she gestured with her chin toward the bar. Glancing over, I spotted what she was talking about. Killer and Declan were deep in conversation. They were close, their foreheads nearly touching. Declan looked…wary about what Killer was saying. I could tell from where I sat that he was tense. It made me wonder what they were discussing.
“Looks intense,” I said.
“Yeah, makes you wonder what it’s about.” She paused and then added, “Maybe it’s just about work?”
“Could be, but I doubt it.”
It was then they both looked over at us. Ivy waved around me, causing Killer to smirk and shake his head. My eyes moved to my man; his heated gaze made me catch my breath. He sent me a chin lift. I smiled and winked back. His lips moved. I knew he was talking to Killer when I witnessed Killer smile and nod.
They started for the table. My heart raced higher and higher with every step my man took. My libido and wet panties told me it was time to go. I needed to have my wicked way with Declan Stoke.
“Cupcake,” Killer said. I always loved how he called her that. He held out his hand and Ivy squeezed by. Killer looked to me and then to Stoke before he said, “See ya soon.”
Declan replied with, “Yep,” and then he sat down next to me while Killer led Ivy away.
“Are they going? I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to Ivy.”
“They aren’t going, love.”
“Oh, so um…where are they going?”
Declan didn’t answer me; instead, he turned to me and asked, “You havin’ a good night, babe?”
Grinning, I said, “Yes.”
“I’m glad.”
“Do you want to go and dance?”
“Love.” That one word sounded like I had just said the funniest thing.
“What?”
“Bikers don’t dance.”
I harrumphed and leaned into him more. “But Talon danced with Zara.”
He smirked, looked down at me and kissed my nose before he said, “You weren’t watching it properly.”
“What do you mean?”
He ran the back of his hand over my cheek, and then threaded it around into my hair where he pulled me closer and our lips dance together. The kiss caused me to rub my legs together to tame the thrill my pussy was feeling just from having his mouth on mine.
Once Stoke pulled back and smiled smugly, he said, “That was foreplay for Talon, not dancing.”
I giggled. “Well, we could do that.”
“Nah, we’re gonna do something a little different.”
My brows drew together. “What?”
He said nothing. He turned from me and searched the floor. I looked also and when I saw Livi give Declan the thumbs up and a wide smile, he gave her a chin lift back and stood from the table. He held his hand out to me. I took it without question, because if we were leaving, I was all for it.
However, we didn’t leave. Declan walked me to the far end of the bar where a door stood. He went to it, opened it and started down a dark hall to the end. There he opened the door that read ‘Office’, strutted through, dragging me with him, and then he closed it.
“What are we doing, Deck?” I asked.
“Do you like porn?” he asked.
My eye widened. Had we come in here to watch porn? Not that I’d minded. I did like it; it always got me soaked in seconds. Still, I wasn’t really comfortable watching it in Livi’s office.
“Um,” I started and licked my lips. With my hand still in his, he walked us over to the large, dark window to the left of the room. To the right lay a desk, chair, computer, bookcases and filing cabinets. “I don’t mind it,” I said and then added, “But I’d prefer to watch it at home.”
“That’s too bad,” he said in a lust-filled voice. He positioned me to face the black window, which I found strange.
“Declan…I’d love to say the view is nice, but there’s nothing to see.”
It was then he reached to the right of the black window and flicked a switch. I gasped, but not from realising it was a one-way mirror which didn’t work until Stoke turned it on. No, I gasped from the sight that was now in front of me.
There was just one table and chair in the middle of the room. The rest was barren, surrounded by white walls. Except for what was on that steel table.
Ivy was laying on top of it. She still had on her rocking white dress, bunched up to her hips with Killer between her spread legs going down on her. I didn’t know if I should look away or what. I wanted to look away. I wanted to run from the room and not invade their very private situation. But I couldn’t. My feet wouldn’t move and I stood there transfixed to the one spot with my eyes gaping, my mouth ajar and my breath rapid.
Ivy arched and I watched her mouth part as a moan left her. I couldn’t hear it, but I could see it. Killer gripped her thighs tighter. I was sure he’d leave a mark. He was naked from the waist up. Tattoos covered over his arms, and I was sure he had more on his chest. The muscles in his back and arms were working double time. He liked what he was doing to his woman. No, he loved it. I watched as his head moved up and down, side to side just on the other side of Ivy’s leg.
Ivy reached down and took hold of Killer’s hair in a tight grasp. It was then I felt Declan’s hand run down my back, causing me to shiver.
“It was Killer’s idea.” He spoke low, stepped closer to run his tongue down my neck. “Ivy likes to be watched. So he wanted to do this for her.” I nodded mutely. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be into watching them…but fuck, love. I can see you’re turned on. You cheeks are flushed. Your nipples are hard. Your chest is rising and falling so fast. And I wonder…are you wet, love?”
I forced my gaze away from Ivy and Killer to look at Stoke. I was surprised to find his gaze already on me. He’d been looking at me, not them. Had he even watched any of it?
“I-I, um…” My brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.
Declan chuckled. “How about I find out for myself?” he asked. I gave him a small nod. “I want you to watch them, Malinda. Don’t take your eyes off them, okay?”
Turning back to the window, I uttered, “Okay…but, does she know?”
“That you’re watching?” I nodded. “Yeah, love, Fox would have told his woman. He keeps nothing from her. Do you care that she knows? Look at her, Malinda. She gets off on being watched.”
He w
as right; she did. Ivy ran her hands up her stomach to her chest, where she squeezed her breasts. Killer must have said something because Ivy then smiled with her eyes closed and nodded.
As Declan stepped more behind me, he unfastened my jeans as I watched Killer stand. The desire he felt for his woman was coming off him in waves; I swear I could see it. He loved his woman with every part of himself.
As Declan slowly slid his hand down the front of my opened jeans, he felt just how wet I was. Killer then undid his own pants.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked, love,” Declan groaned behind me. His other hand snaked up and gripped my breast. “Hand on the mirror, Malinda.”
Panting, I did as I was told and was rewarded with a kiss to the neck. When Killer shoved his jeans to his knees, his large dick sprang free, I moaned because Stoke roughly shoved two fingers inside of me and thrust his jean-covered cock against my arse.
“He’s going to fuck her hard, love.”
“Hmm,” I said. Christ, so much was going on; I was in overdrive. Declan tickled my clit. His hand moved from my breast and went to my jeans pulling them down my legs. I spread my legs wider and as Deck went back to finger fucking me, I watched through hooded eyes as Killer stepped between Ivy’s legs, his hand wrapped around his cock as he lined himself up with Ivy’s entrance.
“Declan,” I whispered.
“What do you want?” he growled.
“You.”
“How? Tell me, Malinda. How do you want me?”
Taking one hand from the mirror, I reached around and tugged at his jeans. He took my hand and placed it back onto the mirror. “Tell me,” he growled deeply.
Killer leaned down and kissed his wife passionately. When he pulled away, he smiled down at her and then thrust forward, causing Ivy to cry out.
“Deck, please.”
“All you have to do is tell me,” he said, running his fingers from my dripping hole up to tease my clit.
