by Debra Kayn
Heat rolled off her, and she eagerly looked to him for what was going on. He pushed into the back room. One quick glance around the area, and he turned to her, working his fingers around the button of the shorts she had on until the material gave way.
"Curley." She grabbed her shorts at the hip. Her voice pitching higher, she said, "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking what's mine." He dragged her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
Straightening, he hooked his hands under her armpits and lifted her off the floor. Her ass landed on the counter, and he stepped between her thighs to keep her legs from closing.
"Someone is going to walk in," she whispered urgently, grabbing his vest. "I'm supposed to be working."
"It's break time." He claimed her mouth, circling his fingers around the front of her neck.
Her muscles spasmed against his touch. He used his lips to open her mouth and stroke her tongue, taking the kiss deeper. The taste of her sweetness hardened him. His cock pulsed behind his zipper. The confining material only made his suffering worse. He wanted in her wet warmth, her legs locked around him.
Faye no longer pushed him away but dragged him closer, holding on to the front of his vest. He moved his hand away from her throat and trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Her moan vibrated against his tongue.
Stepping back without leaving her, he lowered his head to the front of her shirt. The thin fabric of her T-shirt couldn't stop him. He nuzzled her breasts until he found her peaked nipple through the material of her bra and top. Opening his mouth, he used his teeth to grab and tug the nub.
Faye arched, pressing her breast against him. Without letting go of her nipple, he circled his tongue on the tip through the fabric.
"Oh...my...God," she whispered in a hiss. "You need to stop before..."
He slid his hand between her legs. Slipping his fingers under her ass, he thrust his thumb into her pussy. Even over the music in the other room and the loud voices in conversation, he could hear how wet she was for him.
He moved to her other breast, knowing he left a damp spot on the front of her shirt, and everyone would see what he'd done.
He wanted them to know.
He wanted to parade her in front of the whole fucking bar and make a statement. She was his woman. Only his.
Moving down, he pushed his face between her legs without removing his hand. He attacked her clit in the same way he'd taken her nipples. Licking, sucking, biting.
Faye's hand landed on his head, searching for something to grab. Because he'd shaved all his hair off that morning, she found his ear. Dragged forward, he opened his mouth wider. Slurping, nipping, gnawing like a starving man, he fed off her. His cock pulsed violently in his jeans.
Her thighs tightened, holding his head in place. Slowly plunging his thumb inside of slick warmth, he swallowed her arousal.
The door opened. Music grew louder. After several seconds, the noise was again muffled, and he knew whoever had walked into the back room had left them to enjoy each other.
Faye trembled, unaware that they'd had company. He relentlessly gave and gave, knowing any second, he'd be rewarded. That moment came as her orgasm possessed her. Her pussy clamped down on his thumb. Her ass clenched in his palm. Wetness coated his lips, his cheeks, his beard.
As her body shuddered, he slowed, licking the swollen flesh between her legs, eliciting a sigh from her.
Her legs fell away from the sides of his head. He kissed the inside of her thigh with a loud smack, removed his finger from inside her, and straightened.
Faye's unfocused gaze locked on him. He picked up her panties and shorts, sliding them up to her knees, then lifted her off the counter.
She grabbed the clothes, refraining from pulling them all the way up, and hurried across the room to the restroom. She quickly disappeared behind the door. He groaned at the way her quick shuffle had her ass jiggling. He wasn't going to take her here. There wasn't enough time.
Tonight, at his house, he'd have all night with her to enjoy her sweet body. But that would hold her until then.
He walked over to the sink and washed his face and hands, using a nearby towel to dry off. Combing his fingers through his beard, he turned when the door opened, and Stephanie peeked her head inside.
The waitress lifted her brows. "Have you seen Faye? We've got more customers."
He hitched his thumb over his shoulder toward the bathroom. "She'll be out in a second."
"'kay. Cool." Stephanie closed the door.
Several minutes later, Faye hurried out. His chest expanded at her flushed cheeks. Seeing her glowing only made his balls ache more.
"I can't believe you did that to me." She skirted him, not giving him another chance to touch her. "They're all going to know what you were doing. You left wet spots on my shirt."
"What we were doing." He rearranged his growing cock and lifted his brow in satisfaction. "I don't care what they think."
She rolled her eyes and reached behind her for the door. "Don't look at me that way."
"What way?" He lowered his gaze to her breasts, straining against her shirt.
She groaned. "That way."
Twirling in the other direction, she left the room, fluttering her hands at her sides. He stayed behind until he could walk out and sit without any discomfort.
Chapter 27
Faye
The heater kicked on in the silence of the night. The slight hum in the bedroom gave Faye the courage to move Curley's hand off her stomach and slide out of bed. She couldn't sleep.
Sex seemed to have the opposite effect on her than it had on him.
He continued snoring softly in bed. Grabbing one of his T-shirts off the top of the dresser, she slipped the top over her head and walked out to the living room.
Usually, she'd be waking up in an hour. Taking her coffee out to the greenhouse, she'd enjoy the humidity while she started her morning, caring for the plants.
But that wasn't her life anymore.
It would take her time to get used to sleeping with him. Especially since he seemed to want sex if she made the tiniest of wiggles. She bit down on her lip, containing her contentment. Being with him all day and all night was better than she'd ever imagined.
It was as if all her teenage fantasies about him came true.
He showered her with attention, always touching her. She loved how the others took notice that they were together.
She opened the drapes a few inches and stood in front of the window. While she had neighbors on each side of her house and across the street, Curley lived a mile out of Missoula on acreage. The only neighbor was far enough away, and around a slight bend in the road, there were no houses in sight.
She crossed her arms, cupping her elbows. It was too easy to get swept up with the change in Curley that she became distracted from the greenhouse fire. Curley made it easy to lean on him, but it was her responsibility to figure out what she was going to do.
She had counted on selling Grandma June's place once she saved more money, and then purchasing more land—a small cabin would suffice for her since she spent most of her time outside. The plan was to have enough fertile land, two greenhouses, and the right equipment to expand her business, allowing her to work full-time in the nursery.
Uncle Walker had helped her come to the conclusion that she needed to move, even though she was hesitant about selling the house. To be fair, the house was intended to go to him.
As it was looking now, she had no idea if the insurance company would require her to rebuild in the original spot or if she'd be allowed to take the money and start over somewhere else. Would she regain the value of what she'd invested or fall short?
Muscular arms wrapped around her from behind. She leaned her head back. "Did I wake you?"
"Not having you in my bed woke me." He yawned, holding her tighter. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Too much on my mind, I think." She relaxed in his arms. "So much has happened,
I was hoping I could find two minutes to myself to figure everything out or at least understand what I'm supposed to do going forward."
"That's what I'm here for."
She rubbed his hand, where it cupped her upper arm. "I'm used to doing things for myself."
"But you don't need to anymore. I'm here."
"Hm." She stared out the window, a glow peeked over the farthest ridge, promising the sun would rise.
He turned her around and raised her face. "You don't believe me."
It wasn't a question but a realization. She swallowed. It wasn't her intent to hurt him by continuing to strive for her dreams. She couldn't hand things over to him to take care of. While they weren't strangers, they were two people who lived different lives.
It was only a short time ago that Curley decided to honor his relationship with her. He couldn't expect her to jump in blindly. What if he changed his mind and wanted to go back to living apart and not see each other?
"Grandma June and I spent a lot of time before she died talking about how to expand the nursery. Looking back, I believe she knew what I wanted before I did."
"You were young and shared her love of flowers with her."
She nodded, looking at his neck. He was the only man she knew who wore necklaces. Not one or two, but four of them. When she was little, she used to play with the one chain when he carried her. Through the years, he'd added more.
"I'll figure things out. I'm sort of reeling from everything that has happened." She straightened the necklaces. "You never take these off, do you?"
He grunted, not answering her. "I'm going to start a pot of coffee. Want a cup, or are you going back to bed?"
"I'm staying up." She followed him into the kitchen. "I should probably go back home and get a few things done before I have to work tonight."
"I'll take you."
"You don't have to." She eyed him curiously, watching him fill an old-time pot with water and set a full strainer of coffee grounds inside before putting on the top. "You haven't bought a coffee maker?"
"No need. This works fine, and the coffee tastes better." He glanced at her. "What are you going to do with your house?"
"What do you mean?
"You're living here now," he said.
She raised her brows, surprised that he was willing to talk about their arrangement. "I don't know."
"You could sell it. I can get some guys together and clean up the backyard for you. A little grass seed and nobody would know there was a fire." He turned the burner on and faced her. "Use the insurance money and put up a greenhouse or whatever you want here, on the property. Or, you can sock the money away, and I'll pay to have whatever you want built."
She grabbed for the counter, shocked that he'd offer. Without knowing where their relationship was going, she would never give up everything she had to move in with him.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She blinked, not knowing where to start. "I think things are going too fast."
"You've belonged to me for six years. That's not fast."
"You know there's a difference." A heaviness settled on her shoulders, and she leaned against the counter. "Just because we had sex years ago and you claimed me in front of Tarkio, we never had a relationship after that. You were with other women."
He watched the pot on the stove. If she thought too long about him being with the women who hung out at the clubhouse, it would ruin her mood. It was one of the reasons why she was always in a bad mood when he had come around. The worst part of her life revolved around seeing him party at the clubhouse, having a good time, and then turn around and act disgusted when he spotted her.
"I never had sex with the others," he said.
Pain. Straight to the heart.
Disappointed that he would lie, she said, "That's not true."
He looked at her. "I never stuck my dick in anyone's pussy, except yours since the first time you crawled into my bed. Yeah, I got relief from them in other ways, and if we would've had a regular relationship, that wouldn't have happened. Christ, woman, you were seventeen years old."
Her mouth opened. She closed her lips and turned away from him. That was a topic for another time—or never. She would never see it the same way as him because she had remained faithful.
"I need to get ready to go home." She walked out of the kitchen.
Halfway down the hallway, she couldn't keep her thoughts to herself and went back to the kitchen.
"For your information, I never crawled into your bed and forced you to have sex. You pulled me down and wanted to cuddle. At seventeen years old, heck, even at twenty-four years old, having you touch me feels like the most wonderful thing in the world, so when you started making out with me the next morning after I had a sleepless night, I wanted to have sex with you. But I did not crawl in your bed and take advantage of you or screw you over so that you'd claim me. I would never do that. No matter how much I loved you." Her whole body vibrated, and she walked away from him.
Her adrenaline pumped wildly throughout her. She'd wanted to tell him that for years and knew she'd completely fall apart if she even broached the subject with him.
But, she'd held it together.
To her surprise, she felt stronger, having told him the truth. In his drunken state, he'd missed a few facts. She wasn't the only one guilty for starting something she couldn't finish. He'd touched her first.
Chapter 28
Curley
Staying two steps behind Faye after she dropped that bombshell about not crawling in his bed all those years ago, Curley blocked the doorway to the bedroom, making sure she couldn't escape. She was going to keep her ass home until he heard what else she had to say.
Tension bowed his muscles, and he braced against the doorframe. "I pulled you into bed?"
He'd never once had to force a woman to sleep with him. There were plenty of females to go around. Hell, he could walk out the door right now, crook his finger, and he'd have girls willing to take his dick.
She had to know that his choice was always her. It'd always been her, even when he fought until he was black, blue, and bloody not to take her.
"Faye, answer me." He stepped into the room. "Why would you say I pulled you into bed when you crawled into bed that morning?"
She shook her head. "I took you home and put you to bed the night before. If you remember, your Harley was still at the clubhouse. You were wasted, and when you fell into bed, you kept begging me to cuddle."
Bile rose in his throat. He couldn't remember what happened that night to save his life. All he knew was he'd stayed at the clubhouse and drowned himself because Roddy mentioned seeing Faye drive by the clubhouse earlier. "I don't cuddle."
She snorted. "You did that night."
His gut tightened, remembering her body against him and how she'd felt in his arms. The softness and sweetness had distracted him from the killer headache and general feelings of crap he'd had from knocking back too many drinks.
He gawked at her, trying to remember. Wishing he could remember.
"Don't sweat it," she whispered, turning back to fold the clothes she'd worn yesterday to work and stuffing them in her bag. "It was a long time ago."
He was guilty of committing a lot of crimes in his life, but to force her...
"Faye?" He stepped forward.
"Really. I don't want to talk about it. Let's just put what happened behind us and move on."
If she refused to talk about what happened, there was only one way for him to find out what he'd done.
He left the room and returned to the kitchen, turning off the burner. There was no time for coffee. He needed to get to the prison during visiting hours and hope Walker would see him. His MC brother was the only one who would know what happened. Faye had leaned on her uncle, going two-three times a week during that time after he'd slept with her.
Hell, he'd taken her because he had no other idea on how to help her. She'd been a teenager. Having sex with her wasn't supposed to hap
pen.
Faye came into the room and stopped. "Coffee?"
"Yeah." He rubbed the top of his head, trying to answer her. "There are cups on the hooks. Sugars in the tub. Help yourself."
She slid in beside him. "Do you want me to pour you a mug?"
"No time." He backed away from her, not trusting himself around her. "I'm taking off."
"Where are you going?"
He turned and went to the bedroom. The news scrambled his head. He needed to get out of here, away from her.
Finishing getting dressed, he tucked his pistol behind his back and slipped on his vest. As the V.P. of Tarkio, the others would kill him if they found out he'd forced Faye to have sex when she was seventeen years old—and he'd hand them all the bullets to do the job.
He grabbed his duffle in the living room and slipped outside. Having left his Harley in the driveway next to Faye's car, he knew she'd have a way to get home.
He sat the motorcycle when Faye came out of the front door. Seeing her pierced his heart. Ask him to do anything to protect his club, and he'd be the first to volunteer, but he would never hurt her.
"Wait." She ran to him, using the tank of the Harley to stop her forward momentum on the slight incline of the driveway. "You forgot to kiss me goodbye."
He squeezed the handlebars and braced as her head came closer. She kissed him, holding her lips against his, and pulled back frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to go." He started the Harley, his voice gruffer than he wanted it. "Be careful today. I'll see you tonight at Promise."
He rode away, circled the block to make sure she'd gone back inside, and then sped over to the clubhouse. Ignoring the other Tarkio members lounging around, he strode into the office.
Luck was with him, and Priest sat at the table, raising his gaze as Curley slammed the door. "What's the rush?"
"I’m heading over to the prison. Put someone on Faye for the rest of the day until I get back. She's at my house."
"Okay." Priest leaned back in the chair. "Does Walker know you're coming?"
