Cowboy Bikers MC #6

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Even if this woman might have some ulterior motive we’re not aware of, she is succeeding to bring the old Alfie I love back. And with what he just said…knowing how possessive he is and the need to be in charge when we have a woman between us. I can use this to challenge him.

  Thinking fast I try to keep our connection going and say, “Only if I get to have her pussy first.”

  His head tilts ever so slightly and I can tell he’s observing me. This is who he is; perceptive. And it’s also why he called for this meeting and wants to question Greta. Always the protector and the dominant one.

  His reply doesn’t come as a surprise when he leans in and whispers beside my ear, “Only if I get to fuck your ass while you’re balls deep inside her pussy. I’ll make sure to control the good pounding you’ll give her.”

  Rock. Hard. That’s me. A few words from him and I’m ready to do everything he wants. First time I saw him I knew he’d be my downfall, but oh how sweet the ride has been. Though there has always been some nagging feeling of incompletion.

  And it stoked my heart when Alfie brought up the same concerns one day. It led to a heavy discussion with the realization how the both of us wouldn’t be complete without a woman. I’ve always loved both ways and it’s also why my parents have practically declared me dead. But man, Alfie makes me feel alive. And sharing mutual goals while walking the path of life is all that matters.

  Swallowing hard, I reach out and let my knuckles brush over the thick bulge in his pants. “I guess we have a deal. Now, let’s head to the kitchen. We don’t want to keep Weston waiting,” I whisper in a lustful tone.

  Alfie grabs my wrist and pushes my hand against his cock, leaving me to cup him as he rubs himself against me. “Don’t. Taunt. You know what happens when you do.”

  Hell to the yes, I do. Hawt, raunchy, dirty as last week’s socks sex. But we both wouldn’t want it any other way.

  And it’s for this reason I give his hardness a nice squeeze before I dash away and add over my shoulder, “Talk to the ass, sexy.” And I smack my own ass.

  His rumble of laughter hits me straight in the chest. I quickly wave my hand in front of my face to get rid of all the emotions flowing through me. Seems I have my man back, and I know I have Greta to thank for it.

  I don’t even care what she’s involved in or how suspicious her behavior is. Alfie and I have never been fully intrigued by the same woman. Desire to have random pussy in between us? Sure. We’re both man enough to admit the sweet feel of sliding your dick into tight pussy is awesome, but feeling it while having it tightened by another dick? Mind-blowing.

  It’s also the reason the feeling of incompletion must be solved by adding a woman to our relationship. Not just any woman; Greta. She doesn’t back down from Alfie’s dirty remarks, joins in playful banter, and hasn’t run away screaming. I’m going to make sure she’ll be our woman.

  “Joaquin.” Weston nods and lifts his cup of coffee.

  There’s a rumble of voices and in stroll Decker, Roper, Garrett, and Alfie.

  “Have a seat,” Alfie says and sits in one of the chairs, hooking his cane on the table to keep it close. “Coffee?” he asks me with a raised eyebrow.

  I should say, “Yes, add some sugar for me, hun.” And plant my ass on a chair too. But the truth is…I like caring for others and to make them feel good, it gives me satisfaction in return. It’s why I make my hands busy and hand everyone a cup before I join them with some tea for myself.

  “She’s too clean,” Decker states. “And I’m not getting the full background details on paper you told me about. There are no other family members named Greta who she inherited the name from like she mentioned to you. I think this woman is undercover but spilled personal shit by accident. Which means she’s a rookie or she might not like her job all that much.”

  “Fuck,” Alfie grunts while my heart sinks. “And to think she told me right to my face she was an agent, but I thought she meant before she was a caregiver.”

  Weston checks his watch. “I expect a text message any minute from the prospect we put on her.”

  “I have information from a buddy of mine at the FBI,” Decker states. “But this needs to stay between us.”

  We all nod. I know I’m the odd one out at this table since all these men are brothers through the MC they’re all a part of. I’m not a biker and other than being with Alfie, I have no connection. Through the years I’ve earned my place, though. Trust and loyalty are what we’re all made of and it’s the reason why I’m sitting at this table among them; fully accepted.

  Decker leans back and lets out a rough sigh. “Our MC is under investigation. DEA. He couldn’t say anything else but it’s safe to say we have an undercover DEA agent nosing around in our MC.”

  “Motherfucker,” Roper grumbles.

  Garrett curses while Alfie is locking eyes with me. Unbelievable. The woman who has been around us for the last few days has been lying to us and trying to put us in jail? Oh, gosh. They don’t think I have anything to do with it, do they?

  I feel my eyes widen but Alfie slowly shakes his head. “Breathe, boy. You don’t have anything to do with opening our home to the DEA. You might have hired her but she showed up on our doorstep responding to a job opening you placed through a legit company.”

  Decker snorts. “As if. You’re a big ol’ softhearted, loyal man, Joaquin. We know you wouldn’t have anything to do with it. The DEA is smart and took the opportunity of the job opening you guys had. And they’re targeting Alfie for some reason.”

  “Not just some reason,” Weston says as he places his empty mug back on the table. “It doesn’t require a high IQ to wonder why, since we’re clean as fuck. Up until the day before Alfie got shot.”

  “Deranged Hounds MC,” Garrett grumbles. “Those fuckers didn’t have their shit in order. The rats who stole money and property, this is a backfire from all of that, right?”

  “I was the one whose name is linked through the property I sold to Deranged Hounds in order for them to back off and leave Kadence, Colt’s old lady, alone.” Alfie groans. “That’s the link. Kadence is Rowen’s sister. Rowen is now the president and is trying to steer the club into legal shit but it might not be quick enough. And for us to be infiltrated? Fucking hell, this is bad.”

  Weston shakes his head. “We don’t have anything to hide. They might think we’re in the same shady shit, but we’re not. You selling property to Rowen for one fucking dollar might have triggered the DEA to get the idea our MCs are in bed together.”

  Fuckety-fuck. Sounds logical. Kadence is tied to Deranged Hounds MC since she was born into it. Her father was the president until he was killed by a few of his own men. Rats who stole money and somehow the property which was their clubhouse. They lost a lot and with Rowen becoming the new president, he needed a new VP.

  That asshole Cannon–the one who shot Alfie–thought he would become the new VP. And since he had the hots for Kadence, Rowen promised him his sister to keep her close to the MC. It’s a whole bucket full of craziness because Kadence and Rowen’s mother committed suicide on the day of their father’s funeral.

  Kadence came running here since her best friend is Mayven, Colt’s sister. Colt fell in love with Kadence and wanted to offer Rowen a deal; money and new property to save their MC. Rowen accepted Colt’s claim before they offered him a deal so the whole money and property aspect was a bonus.

  Cannon didn’t accept his president’s order and went rogue. He came here, guns blazing, in an effort to take Kadence. It resulted in his death and getting Alfie shot. And now yet again it all blows back on us.

  Oh, lordy, I say us because I’m a part of this MC and their problems are mine too. I accepted it the day I accepted Alfie’s claim. And it sucks big freaking monkey balls to find out Greta is an undercover agent because I really thought she was the one for Alfie and me.

  A big hand covers my thigh underneath the table and gives me a hard squeeze, bringing me back to the discussion at h
and. “How would you like to handle this, Prez? I hate to say it, but the woman is the reason why I got my ass out of bed every morning the past few days.”

  Garrett chuckles. “I thought you guys wanted her in bed…along with you instead of getting out of it.”

  Alfie’s hand on my thigh keeps me in place. The man flawlessly knows when my body is tense and I’m about to blow. But I’m also not surprised by the anger in Alfie’s voice when he says, “Watch it, Garrett. The woman hasn’t done anything wrong yet.”

  “Except lie and stroll into our MC under false pretenses,” Roper mutters.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Roper. The rookie is doing her fucking job, have some respect.” I shoot a thankful smile at Decker who just stood up for Greta.

  Even if I feel betrayed, Decker speaks the truth; Greta is just doing her job.

  Weston crosses his arms in front of his chest. “What if you two woo her? Try to find out if she’ll spill the beans and work from there. If she closes up and stays away? Nice job too. We have nothing to hide and for sure as fuck we’re not going to warn Rowen. I want all connections severed until this shit is cleared up. And Roper? Talk to Colt. Even if Kadence hates her brother right now, I want to make sure there is no contact at all. Understood?”

  Heads bob and I don’t realize I’m picking my nails again until Alfie’s hand engulfs both of mine.

  “We’ll push her and see how she’ll react.” Alfie shoots me a wink. “Right?”

  He knows damn well I can’t say no if he shoots me a wink. He always makes me swoon when he does that. Besides, I really like the woman who has been staying with us for the last couple of days.

  “You betcha.” I grin, already looking forward to the pushing part. Hoping it involves my hips doing the pushing in her warm and welcome pussy.

  “Okay, let’s head out before she comes back. I don’t want her wondering why all of us are gathered here. And for now, keep her away from the clubhouse and the other old ladies along with our kids. If you want to get back to working with the horses, Alfie? Be my guest, but shoot Colt a text first so he can make sure to keep others away.” Weston stands and nods at me. “Thanks for the coffee.”

  I trail behind all of the men and close the door behind them. Turning toward the kitchen I see Alfie leaning against the door jamb.

  “Ready for some fun?” He grins.

  I purse my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  – ALFIE –

  “Any suggestions on how we’re going to get into her panties? I’m thinking you’re going to have to take the lead. She’s friendlier toward you and thinks I’m the asshole. This calls for some good cop, bad cop action. You being the good one.”

  Joaquin snorts. “And she being the cop.”

  There’s that jab in my chest again. I have no damn clue why it strikes me so hard to become aware this woman has been playing with us. My phone vibrates in my pocket, when I check I see Weston is calling.

  He starts to rattle as soon as I answer. “The prospect I put on her just called me to report there was an incident. She’s on her way to you guys, or he thinks she went your way since he decided to follow the guy she had an argument with. She threw the first punch but the fucker hit her back. She got in her car and left, so this is your heads up. I’ll check in later when the prospect has more info on the fucker.”

  “Thanks,” I grunt and end the call. I connect my gaze with Joaquin and give a short recap of what Weston just said.

  He’s about to say something but I notice her car coming through the gate. I point at the window. Joaquin turns and curses underneath his breath.

  Her smokey gray ombré hair is pulled back into a braid but some strands have fallen out. Eyes puffy and one side of her face is clearly more red. I can’t fucking believe a guy hit her, even if she was the one to strike first.

  Without thinking I head out and stalk right up to her car to open the door. She’s still sitting there, trying to get a grip before entering our house. But suddenly nothing matters except the need to comfort this woman.

  She gasps when I pull her out of the car and into my arms. I kick the door shut and stalk back into the house, letting Joaquin close the door behind us. I take a seat on the couch and place her on my lap.

  “You shouldn’t put too much weight on your leg,” she croaks.

  And it’s then I realize I didn’t even reach for my cane or feel the discomfort I usually have when I put weight on my leg or arm.

  I take her head into my hands. “Some things are more important and it lets you bite through the pain to deal with important stuff first. So, mind telling me what happened?”

  Her eyes are all puffy and red and her bottom lip trembles before she sinks her teeth into it.

  “Oh, come on, baby girl,” Joaquin says with liquid comfort in his voice. “We’re here for you whatever you need.”

  She’s fucking torn. Her eyes are bouncing all over the place and there’s such pain running through her it’s lashing out and hits me right in the chest. And that’s exactly where I pull her against and slowly rock her from left to right while Joaquin strokes her back.

  “Fuck it,” I growl and pull her back. “Who was the fucker hitting you? And I hope to hell the punch you threw was hard or I’ll have to show you how to get a better jab in next time.”

  She covers her face with her hands. “Oh, no, no, no. Dammit, I should have known.” Her hands drop. “You had me followed?”

  “More than that, sweet cheeks. More than that. But whatever it is, we can handle it.” Joaquin brushes his thumbs underneath her eyes to gently wipe her tears away.

  “No, you can’t.” Her eyes go down and I take this moment to draw Joaquin’s attention.

  Our connection has always been one on a deeper level. I can sense how he feels and in return he knows exactly how to handle me or knows what to do or what needs to be done. Like now. Our gazes collide and I give one single nod and the crinkles around his eyes show me he understands the hint I just gave him.

  His well-groomed eyebrow raises and I am very aware what I’m asking him to do and I can’t help but give him a smirk before I nod. Hell yes, I’m sure. And it’s rare because we might have fucked a woman together in the past, but since the day I claimed Joaquin was the day I didn’t want him to kiss another person.

  Suck a pussy, sure. But tongue fuck another person? Hell no. His mouth is mine and I explained it very clear how all his kisses are mine alone. But in this moment? She needs it and though I’m dying to taste her–circumstances be damned–I can’t be the one who kisses her first.

  I’m holding her and know very well I’m too dominant to take her. Joaquin’s kisses are phenomenal. The man can swoop you away with his tongue and draw you in where only surrender is the option you gladly take.

  He places a finger underneath her jaw and tips her head slightly back. Leaning forward he catches her lips in a kiss right before my very eyes. It’s as if he’s sucking my cock. I can’t describe it any other way than I’m getting hard by the view of his lips brushing hers and knowing how good it feels.

  I’ve always been a man who enjoys watching. But this? I’ve been plugged into their moment where sparks fly as they land on my skin to scorch me with the heat they’re creating. I’m unable to resist and place a kiss on her shoulder and move my way up to her neck.

  She moans into Joaquin’s mouth and by now I’ve passed the point of rational thought. Her hand slides in my hair, nails scraping my scalp and I make sure to sink my teeth into her earlobe to give her a spark of pain mixed with pleasure when I lick the sting away.

  She’s still sitting on my lap but she’s facing Joaquin, who is thoroughly ravishing her mouth. Working on the buttons of her blouse, I sneak my hand in and knead her breast. Instantly she pulls my head closer and whimpers.

  So damn responsive. I have the sudden need to feel both our cocks slide inside this woman at the same time. Lust like never before slams through me and it makes m
e tear at her clothes, ripping away her bra so she’s now naked from the waist up.

  Joaquin breaks the kiss and he’s wearing a big smile as the both of us see the desire swirling in Greta’s dazed look.

  “You have to taste her. Enchanting. She kisses like the first rain on a summer’s day and all you want to do is fucking dance in it,” Joaquin croaks.

  He gently guides her head toward me and I follow his lead to crush my mouth against hers. She instantly opens for me and I thrust my tongue inside, colliding with hers allowing the electricity to bounce off our connection.

  She gasps into my mouth and I don’t even have to pull back and see why because I instinctively know Joaquin is sucking her nipples. We flawlessly know how to please a woman and yet it feels like everything before now has had the sole purpose of perfecting our skills for this woman.

  There’s slight frustration pulling at me due to the little room we have and the way all of us are in this, we might as well take this party somewhere else to finish it. Though, first I relish in the comfort of her kiss before regretfully pulling back.

  “Joaquin,” I murmur.

  He lets go of her nipple with a plop and glances at me. He gets to his feet, allowing me to stand and hold Greta in my arms as I make my way into the direction of our bedroom. Every step I take there’s a sliver of fear Greta will regret our little kissing session on the couch but it doesn’t come. In fact, she snuggles closer and places a sloppy kiss against my neck.

  By the time I place her on the bed, Joaquin is naked and crawling on the mattress to capture one of her nipples again. Her hand goes to the back of his head, fingers sinking in his hair to keep him in place as her eyes start to undress me.

  She catches every move I make to get rid of my clothes until her eyes widen. Yeah, she damn well knew I was pierced. She might have even had a glimpse of it over the past few days, but to see it right in front of her while my cock is hard as fuck is a complete different visual.

  I palm myself and slowly stroke up and down, letting my thumb slide over the barbell poking from underneath the head straight through the slit. Precum spills and I step closer to the bed. Placing one knee on the mattress I inch closer to her mouth and without thinking her tongue sneaks out and fucking licks me.