His Old Lady (Patches: Tarkio MC Book 2)

by Debra Kayn

  After she kissed him, she pulled him inside the building. Only a couple more hours, and she'd get to go back to his house and show him how deep her love was for him.

  Remembering why he'd been gone all day and night, she stopped in the back room. "How is my uncle?"

  "Same."

  She swallowed. "I wish it was easier on him, but he is serving his time and doing the right thing. One day, he'll be free."

  "Right." Curley looked away.

  "I'm going to wash, and then I need to let the others have their break." She kissed him again. "I'm so glad you're back, and I can relax."

  He let her go. She hurried into the restroom. Privately, she grinned, letting out her excitement on getting him back and knowing he was doing everything to stay in her life.

  Chapter 30

  Curley

  Sequestered in the meeting room of the Tarkio Motorcycle Club clubhouse, Curley picked the crew to travel to California and check on the marijuana grow operation. He'd lead the men and be gone a week. It was the first return visit since cutting back on their traveling.

  "While we're gone, Hammer will be tending the bar at Promise. He'll pick three of you to hang around there and make sure there are no problems. Make sure whoever is working escorts the ladies if they want to step outside during their break. Faye is in charge of handling the scheduling and has things under control regarding running of the bar." Curley leaned back in the chair, giving Priest a chance to update the others.

  "As for the future of Promise, Tarkio is going to take over for Curley at the bar. Anyone who wants to sign up to work security and do the heavy lifting can put their name on the roster and pull regular wages. The rest of the profits from the business after the ladies get paid will be thrown in the pot for the club. Don't count on the extra change for a while, profits need to grow. Spread the word and let's get the news out." Priest flipped over the piece of paper. "I've got updates on the brothers in prison and will stay after the meeting if anyone needs to pass on information for our next trip two weeks from tomorrow."

  Chairs scooted against the floor. Priest held up his hand. "Hold on."

  Curley remained sitting, having already gone through the notes for the weekly meeting. "I need Frank, Paco, Rick, and Whip to hang around. Everyone else can leave. Hammer get the prospects on a schedule and put them to work cleaning mugs at Promise. Let them do some scrap work while there's a road crew in California. Everyone else, eyes open, ears to the ground this week. I do not want shit going down that's not a concern for Tarkio."

  The noise escalated as the men stood as one and left the room. Once everyone but the chosen members was left in the room, Priest shut the door and returned to the table.

  "What's up, Prez?" Paco tapped his foot under the table.

  "I want you planted at my house while I'm gone, looking after Nicole," said Priest.

  "Inside or outside?" Paco straightened in the chair.

  A low growl came from Priest. "Outside. During the day, while you catch some winks, Frank will cover for you."

  Curley cleared his throat. "I need you to stay home this ride, Rick. I'm going to send Faye to your house on Friday. I need you to let Tracy know and see if she'll ask Faye to come over and help out with the kids or have a movie night, whatever will get her there."

  "Reason?" asked Rick.

  "We've heard Cusclan Motorcycle Club is meeting Lagsturns halfway between Missoula and Federal. That's too close for comfort, and since Faye is living with me and both clubs have me on their radar, I don't want them making a visit while she's there alone. On the other days of the week, when Faye is home or working at Promise, she'll be your job, Whip."

  Whip chuckled. "After you tried to beat the shit out of me for giving her a hug?"

  "Remember who she belongs to, and we won't have any problems." Now that he'd talked to Whip and informed him that Faye belonged to him, he trusted his MC brother about as far as he could throw him. But he also knew Whip would protect her.

  Whip had known Faye when they were both young. He'd looked out for her when she went over to play with Tracy. He understood the importance of not letting anything happen to her.

  "Right on." Whip dipped his chin. "She'll be fine."

  "I want on the next ride." Rick waited for Priest to agree, then nodded his compliance.

  Rick wasn't one to take a backseat or not have his hand in club business. Curley had to respect his loyalty to Tarkio.

  "We've been shut up in here too long. I need a drink." Priest stood. "Enjoy the next few days, because on Monday it's going to be a long fucking week."

  Curley wanted to go home. The less time Faye spent around the clubhouse, the better his chances that she wouldn't overhear a conversation she wasn't meant to hear. The ladies of Tarkio had a talent for not keeping their nose out of club business when they heard their man's name spoken.

  In the main room, he looked around for Faye and found her sitting on the couch, bouncing Rick and Tracy's youngest kid on her knees. His gut hardened. If it wasn't for him, she'd probably be settled down with a baby of her own, or maybe two.

  He had no idea if she wanted kids. Neither one of them had a childhood that made them want to recreate what they'd already lived through.

  Faye gave the baby to Tracy and leaned toward Nicole. Her mouth was moving at the same time as she nodded. Having grown up around the clubhouse, Faye knew the difference between the ladies and the women who hung around looking for a biker to hook up with. She also knew her place.

  While she'd gone on to make friends on her own, she appeared comfortable around the others she hadn't met before today.

  She deserved her space within Tarkio.

  To know that it all could be ruined if she found out the real reason why her Uncle Walker was in prison was never far from his thoughts. Tarkio would never push her away, but he couldn't see her wanting anything to do with him or the club if she knew the truth.

  The thought that she would be alone again unsettled him. He had to figure out how to tell her about the past without losing her. It was his only chance at making their relationship work.

  If it was up to him, he'd jump right into settling down with her. If he could get past the obvious, he'd give her a good life. A loved life.

  Paco approached his side. "Everything okay?"

  "If anything happens to me on the ride, I want you to watch over Faye. My house is already in her name, make sure she stays close to Tarkio," said Curley.

  "Everything will go smoothly."

  He turned to Paco. "If it doesn't—"

  "I hear you. No worries, brother." Paco slapped his hand on Curley's back. "She'll be taken care of. You've got my word."

  Faye glanced over her shoulder and smiled at seeing him. His heart pounded. Her good mood spread all around her.

  She touched Nicole's arm, spoke a few words, and turned away, heading straight toward him. He stayed where he stood, seeing what she'd do.

  "I thought you went out with the guys." She rocked forward on her toes and kissed him.

  "A few of us stayed after the meeting." He slid his hand down her side and palmed her hip. "Having fun?"

  "There's a lot of new ladies here." Her brows raised. "Nicole is super cool. I can't even imagine her and Priest together. She's so kind, and he's scary."

  He brought her closer. Faye only remembered Priest as a child, and he had to admit the president has his ways of making sure everyone, including wild children, stayed in line while at the clubhouse. Though Nicole had her ways of getting around Priest's rules.

  Pulling her hips toward him, he rubbed against the front of her. "Are you ready to get out of here?"

  "To go where?"

  "Home." He moistened his lips. "Our home."

  She shook her head in amusement. He'd told her that she wasn't going back to Grandma June's old place last night, but she remained skeptical. He was dead serious. He wasn't going to spend a night apart from her unless he was on a run.

  Catching a glimp
se of Rick speaking with Tracy away from the others, he decided to break the news to Faye.

  "Next week, I'll be gone." He kissed her forehead. "I leave Monday night and will come back Saturday morning."

  "What about the bar?"

  "Hammer will be there to open, close, and tend bar. I've made sure there are enough members to make sure someone's there to keep things secure and do the heavy lifting. You've got everything squared away with the servers, and the place is stocked up. You'll be fine." He palmed her ass, leaning her toward him. "Tracy wants you to spend Friday night with her."

  She shrugged. "Tracy never mentioned it to me today. Maybe something came up, and she changed her mind."

  "I don't think so. I told Rick you can have the day off to stay with Tracy. One of the members can help the other three waitresses if it gets too busy at Promise. You haven't had two minutes to yourself for a while, after dealing with the fire and insurance company." Turning her around, he pressed her against the wall, bringing her hands up over her head. "Besides, I want you rested for when I get home."

  Her eyelids fluttered, and she raked her teeth over her bottom lip. A shudder ran through her body, quickly gaining his attention.

  "Fuck me," he whispered, looking down at her upturned breasts pressed against him. "You better stop looking at me that way."

  She blinked up at him. "Then, this is probably a bad time to tell you that I've always wanted to know how it would be to have sex with you in the clubhouse...with everyone watching."

  His cocked pulsed and hardened. "Yeah?"

  Her cheeks flushed. "I probably couldn't do it, but the idea of letting everyone know you belong to me is something I think about all the time."

  She might as well have reached down and stroked his cock because her confession traveled down his spine and curled his toes in his boots.

  Capturing her mouth, he kissed her deeply. She was heated and willing, taking his tongue and sucking on it before loving on him slowly and passionately.

  He swallowed her moan, dipping his body to align his cock against the V of her legs and ease the ache inside of him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, his head, and pulled him down closer.

  When she raised her leg and rubbed it against the outside of his thigh, he pulled out of the kiss and gazed at the heated dazed look in her eyes. "We need to get out of here."

  She nodded, reaching for his hand and straightening her shirt. Her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. Thankful he lived close to the clubhouse, or he wasn't going to make it all the way home without stopping and taking her on the side of the road.

  Tracy stepped in front of their escape. "I forgot to ask if you want to come over Friday night? Rick told me Curley gave you the night off, and since he's going to be out of town, you can come over to our house."

  "I..." Faye looked at him.

  He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. Highly aroused, she couldn't put two words together to answer Tracy.

  Giving Faye a break, he said, "Sure, she'll come. Call her this week, and you can talk."

  Tracy curiously looked from him to Faye, then gave him a cheesy smile. "Sounds like a plan. You two enjoy the rest of the day."

  He looped his arm around Faye and took her outside to his Harley. Leaning down, he whispered, "Feel free to rub those tits on my back on the way home."

  She nodded without blinking. He chuckled and sat the bike, holding his hand out for her to grasp to help her climb on.

  Less than five minutes later, he was walking her in the house. She pulled him toward the bedroom, already kicking off her shoes.

  He stopped her from going deeper into the house. "Come with me."

  She hurried to keep up with him as he took her out the back door. Her comment about having sex at the clubhouse in front of everyone had surprised him. It appeared there were things about his old lady that he had yet to find out.

  Chapter 31

  Faye

  Curley led her through the tall grass in the field behind his house. She lifted her bare feet higher, having left her shoes inside by the door. When she'd gone outside with him, she hadn't planned on going for a walk. She thought he'd stay on the deck.

  He stopped and turned her around. "Stay right there."

  Curley backed away from her. She gazed at him, wondering what he was doing. All the way home, she'd anticipated making love to him and had thought he wanted the same.

  Several feet away, he said, "Go ahead."

  "And do what?" She tilted her head. "I don't know what you mean."

  He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit the end. She stepped toward him, confused about why he'd brought her out here.

  "Nope. Don't move." He exhaled the smoke. "Back up and take off your clothes. Show me that I'm yours. Let everyone see."

  She laughed. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten what she'd told him in the clubhouse. "But, you have no neighbors."

  "Then, do it for me."

  She shook her head until it dawned on her that he was serious. "It was only a fantasy."

  He cocked his brow. "Was it?"

  "I..." She laughed self-consciously. "I could never do that in front of everyone. I only wanted all the Tarkio members to see with their own eyes that you love me."

  "Faye." He frowned. "They know."

  "For years, I lived each day, thinking they were laughing at me. I was the kid who ruined your life." She grew serious. "I was the joke."

  His gaze intensified, and he stomped his cigarette out and marched to her. Cupping her face, he said, "Nobody ever laughed. If they had, I would've killed them."

  "Don't say that," she whispered.

  He slipped his hands underneath her shirt and pushed it up over her breasts. Without stopping, he pulled the top over her head and tossed the material to the side. He gazed at the whiteness of her bra. Her breasts bulged over the top, and she crossed her arms.

  "Don't cover them." He grabbed her wrists and put her arms down at her sides. "I don't ever want you hiding any part of yourself from me."

  Her biggest wish was to have his every thought, his every hope, his every breath. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp and held the bra out to her side. Dropping the clothing article, she then worked at undoing the button on her shorts.

  In a show of bravery to prove she could do anything he asked, she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes and stood naked in front of him. Looking into his stormy dark eyes, she focused on him.

  The grass tickled her legs. Highly aware of being outside, goosebumps covered her arms despite the warm evening.

  His gaze turned deadly.

  She'd seen the look in Curley's eyes before and had mistaken it for anger. Her stomach fluttered. Oh, how wrong she'd been.

  He attacked everything with an intensity that consumed his body. And she obviously pleased him.

  His shoulders widened and were rock hard. His gaze burned up and down the length of her. His arms bulged. His right hand flexed and curled.

  "You're a little overdressed." She rubbed her hands over her hips and lifted a shoulder. "I can't exactly screw you in front of the world with clothes on, can I?"

  His gaze narrowed as he unlatched his belt. Her whole body vibrated, never dreaming she'd reach a level of confidence where she could tell Curley what she wanted. His approval radiated off him, and that acceptance meant the world to her.

  He made her brave.

  He made her daring.

  He made her want him. Outside. Inside. Wherever he would love her.

  Without breaking her gaze, he said, "I didn't think this through."

  She looked at the waist of his jeans hanging off his thighs. His boots trapped his pants on his legs. His vest covered his T-shirt. And, he looked sexier than anything she'd ever seen with him holding his pistol in his hand, not knowing where to put it.

  Stepping toward him, she floated underneath the penetrating expression aimed at her. He made her feel beautiful and the answer to all his problem.

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sp; The closer she got to him, his cock pulsed, pointing at her. She reached out before she stopped. Wrapping her fingers around his width, she stroked, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.

  There was nothing she could do, and everything she could do to him.

  She kneeled in front of him in the grass and eyed his pistol in his hand. "Don't shoot me."

  "Faye—"

  She sucked, creating a vacuum on his cock before he could move or argue with her. Like warm steel against her tongue, his cock pulsed bigger, harder, more determined in her mouth. Taking more of his length, she slowly withdrew only to plunge back down on him.

  His thigh muscles bulged underneath her palms. She opened her eyes and tilted her chin, needing to see him.

  He gazed down at her. His eyelids were heavy, but his eyes dark and aware. She worked him with her mouth, bracing against his legs.

  Curley lifted his arm, the pistol still in his hand, and wiped his forearm over the top of his head. She suspected he was unaware of the weapon he held and highly aware of her lips around his cock.

  Danger surrounded him. He was a biker. His hard lifestyle only interrupted when he sought out pleasure.

  Pleasure, she would give him from now on.

  With his free hand, he cupped the base of his cock. The part that wouldn't fit into her mouth. He used his thumb and finger to trace her lips every time she took more of him. The slight caress held a tremor.

  She squeezed her thighs together.

  The breeze tickled her skin as if the softest of fingers caressed her. Her nipples pebbled. She moaned as she sucked.

  In the distance, she heard her name, but her arousal had grabbed hold of her. She dug her fingers into his thighs, pushing the amount of his cock she could take until her throat spasmed in warning.

  Shuffling her knees closer, she hooked his legs with her hands. An urge to rub her body against him competed with her desire to make him come. Her body was antsy for attention.

  Curley pulled away from her. Lost without him in her mouth, she gaped, trying to steady her racing heart.