“We’re not taking the bike?” she asks after gazing at me for a few beats.
“No, you’ve been a good sport about riding it all week; we can take this pretty lady.” I stroke the smooth, buffed paint. She no doubt waxed it this morning when I took off. It doesn’t have any small flecks of dust like the others.
“I’ll drive.”
“Nope.”
You know that saying you catch more bees with honey? The alpha in me hasn’t quite figured that out yet, and I still find myself arguing and barking orders like she’s a submissive.
“It’s my car,” she hisses.
Swallowing my pride to get her to let me drive so I can surprise her by going to The Pit, I momentarily tuck away the bossy attitude. “Please, sweetie? I haven’t driven this one yet.” I trail my fingers along the column of her neck, attempting to distract her from kicking my ass. I need to learn to just open up with words like this rather than demands. But she likes my bossiness in some shit, I can tell.
“Ugh,” she groans. “Fine. But once you drive her, that’s it. You’re not keeping her, and I drive after that.”
I chuckle. “Sure slugger. If that’s what it takes right now to get you to give up the keys, I’ll agree. Not saying I’ll agree in the future, but one day at a time.”
She rolls her eyes, her lips breaking out into an amused grin. “So charming.” She tosses me her keys. It’s a plain silver ring with a key for each vehicle.
“Hey,” I point in her direction, rounding the car to the driver side. “You’re welcome,” I reply sarcastically with a pleased smirk.
“Oh lord,” she sighs and climbs in to the passenger seat.
“That’s what you were calling me earlier.” I snicker with a wink and crank the engine.
19. Date a car guy.
We break parts not hearts.
Mercenary flies by the turnoff for the Taco Shack. I think nothing of it, writing it off as him joy riding in my Chevelle. Down the road a ways, he pulls my baby into The Pit and circles around the building to the back by the loading bay.
“What’s going on?” I ask, shooting my gaze around. “Why are there cars here? I thought you told Ace to make sure everyone knew not to come in.” The last thing we need are people in the building when they could get hurt, or worse, killed.
“They’re here working,” he replies absently, busily texting someone with one hand.
“You fixed the front? There wasn’t any plywood or anything when we passed it. Was that a gate I saw at the entry?”
What have they been doing since I’ve been away? I thought they were just here to make sure no one tried to break in or blow up the place more than it already had been. I didn’t know they were fixing anything. That’s surprisingly thoughtful on the bikers’ part.
He nods. “Yeah, we had to repair it, so no one would try breaking in.”
Well, that makes sense. I’m still pleased to see it. It was hard enough leaving this place to begin with. I’m grateful for The Oath Keepers providing me with their protection, but The Pit is not only my business. It’s my home as well.
“These people need to go home. The Pit won’t make any money tonight to pay them to be here.” And I won’t be able to afford to pay for this place if I have employees around and no income coming in.
He shrugs. “We can talk about it inside.”
I reach for the door handle, but when his palm lands on my other arm, I pause. Flicking my gaze back to him, he shakes his head.
“Wait.” He tilts his chin toward the bay, and it rolls open.
I sit back as the bay door raises and Mercenary pulls in through the race and delivery entry. “At least no one’s bothered with the back doors. I have to find something in this mess to be positive about.”
“Relax, Chevy. We’ve had plenty of people here night and day to keep the Iron Fists away.”
“It didn’t stop them from setting up a car bomb the last time though,” I mutter. My stomach squeezes at the not so distant memory. I’ve had a few random dreams about it all, and with each one, I’ve awakened covered in sweat. Thankfully Mercenary has been out like a light and hasn’t witnessed me being a scared fruitcake in the middle of the night.
“They did that shit when no one was paying attention. Your employees know what to look out for.”
“Oh yeah?”
He clears his throat and nods. “Odin filled them all in. Each one has my number to text if something’s suspicious.”
“They should be messaging me,” I grumble as we drive past Sinner.
I wave, watching his dark gaze sparkle with amusement. He’s been around a few times this week when I’ve argued with Mercenary over something random. The brothers find it highly entertaining to see me give cupcake shit as well as he dishes back to me. He’ll learn eventually, though, that I’m not some meek woman. I’ll stand up to him again and again until it sinks in. No man will ever push me around unless I ask him to.
The main door off the hallway is spread wide open, so we can drive right through. Usually, I keep it locked unless cars are loading and unloading to race. I don’t like anyone snooping around the entry hall since the stairway off it leads to my apartment and office. You can never be too careful when it comes to creepers—especially now, I’m learning.
As soon as we get inside The Pit, Mercenary takes off, hauling ass around the track. Normally I’d be all for it, but the other club set off bombs and blew the track up along with various seating areas with a second bomb. His safety and mine, has me shouting to warn him, “What are you doing? We’ll wreck!”
He shoots a confident smile at me and twists the volume to the radio up. He completely ignores me while we sail around the room in my favorite muscle car. This is the first time I’ve ridden with him driving a vehicle that’s not a motorcycle; it reminds me a lot of myself. He’s relaxed and appears to be completely in control. I swear if he wrecks my car, he’ll never see that motorcycle of his again. I’ll have it in a chop shop before he can blink and say Chevy.
The destroyed area comes into view and my stomach twists with nerves—my chest tightening until it feels like I can barely squeeze out a breath. If he doesn’t slow down, we’re going to crash and most likely roll. “Stop being reckless!” I yell over the stereo, nearly panicking as I scowl at him like he’s nuts.
Swallowing roughly, it takes me a moment to realize we’ve actually passed the area completely. I try to spin around and get a decent look, to make sure I’m not losing my mind, but he’s going way too fast, and we’ve sped right by it all while I was distracted trying to warn him.
With a deep breath, I sit back and attempt to coax my muscles into relaxing once again. Mercenary acts like this is just another day in the park, so maybe they laid concrete down or something. Watching everything as we speed over the track, he finally begins to slow down and eventually comes to a stop.
I nearly jump from the car before he shifts into park. Curious, I spin in a circle, searching for the damage caused by the rival bikers. It’s completely gone. The place even appears better than it had when I initially bought it. The only way to tell something happened in this area is the lighter gray from the renewed concrete and the darker shade of black on the freshly paved road. It even smells of chemical cleaners and asphalt, another clue pointing toward the work that’s been completed recently.
“No way,” I comment to myself as I stand there staring, taking it in. A car door closes behind me, and Mercenary comes to stand beside me. On a whisper, I ask, “You did this?” My eyes flick to his.
With a small smile, he nods. “With help from everyone.”
“I didn’t know.”
“I wanted to surprise you,” he admits, and I swallow thickly at the gesture.
His thoughtfulness has me choking on emotions I’m not used to feeling. “I can’t believe you did this. I will pay you back. I promise. Every single cent.” And I will. It may take me five years, but I always settle
my debts. I don’t like owing anyone anything.
He grunts. “That’s not what this is about.”
“No?” I swallow roughly again with my voice higher and water swimming in my eyes. I need to keep these emotions locked up. I don’t want him witnessing me so vulnerable. He’s used to seeing me strong and capable, the way I prefer.
His finger tilts my chin up, gazing at me full of tenderness as I lick my lips. “Are you happy?” he asks, and it’s said softly, not like the Mercenary I’ve grown used to full of rough edges and grouchy tendencies.
“So much,” I admit with a grateful smile.
He beams, his bright white teeth on display, making me want to mimic him. “Well then, it was all worth it.”
I can’t hold back from leaping at him. He turns me all upside down with myself. It’s like my body doesn’t know what’s up or down when it’s near him and then he goes off and does something so kind and thoughtful like this making it even harder not to be sucked in even further with him. My arms wrap around his neck, and my lips find his. With a searing kiss, I attempt to show him just how much his actions really do mean to me.
The kindness reminds me of when I was younger and met the old man who stepped up to help me. It takes a special kind of guy to care for someone like that. Breaking away, I rain kisses all over his cheeks and chin. “Thank you.”
He chuckles, setting me back on my feet. The man is as tall as a mountain. “You’re welcome.”
“I mean it; I’ll pay you back.”
“Don’t worry about it. The guy who repaved that portion of the track owed Odin a favor. And Torch knew how to lay concrete and form up everything for the stairs. With everyone else helping as well, the only thing I came out of pocket for was the concrete.” He shrugs, waving it off.
“Then the concrete—”
He interrupts. “No. You lent me your car to race in the beginning without batting an eye. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have been able to even win a race here. You helped put that cheddar in my pocket. Not that it would matter; I did this because I wanted you to be pleased, not so you’d pay me back.”
Biting my lip, I go up on my toes to kiss him again. He’s a giant dick, but when it comes to me, he’s a big softy. Who’d have thought? “That explains everyone here too.” I gesture around, taking in the employees carrying out various tasks.
He smirks, pulling my bottom lip in between his. Releasing it, he rasps, “No, sweetie. Everyone’s here because Ace set up three races tonight, and you’ve got the first run. We’ve got plenty of Oath Keepers around to help with security as well so you can enjoy yourself tonight.”
I’m stunned. The man has made me speechless with the degree of his thoughtfulness. Did he...plan this? Not only is the front fixed, but the track and the seating too, and he did it all without me having the slightest clue about any of it. I never would’ve thought sweet would be an appropriate word for him, but that’s exactly what he’s being.
“You all right?” he questions after a beat.
“We need to go to my place.” And right the fuck now.
“I thought you were hungry. Tacos, remember?”
“Oh, I am, cupcake, but my hunger’s for something else entirely.” I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to jump a man so damn badly as I do now.
“Yeah?”
I nod. “I’m thinking eight inches long, and three inches wide will fill me up quite perfectly.”
“It sure the fuck will,” Mercenary agrees, yanking me against his body.
In the next breath, he’s trekking across the track toward the hallway, carrying me right along. My legs wrap securely around his waist and my arms around his neck to hold on while he strides like a man possessed. Leaning in closer, I draw his lobe between my teeth, applying enough pressure to make his chest rumble with need. I should’ve given him one hell of a blow job before we left. He definitely deserved it. Instead, he was thinking of what would make me happy again. I wanted food to eat, and he didn’t even blink at my request. Then he brought me here to surprise me and fill me with even more good news.
What kind of a man puts a woman’s happiness before his own?
A good one.
20.
We eventually make it to her apartment upstairs after what feels like takes forever. I’ll say one thing: those fucking steps suck. They’re almost enough to put a damper on my aching cock, but I’m not one to skimp on a decent workout, so I decide to consider it my warm-up. I can fuck all night—what’s a few stairs thrown in, carrying a woman up the entire way? With how she’s been kissing and sucking on my neck, I’d almost consider the trek foreplay at this point.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” she says again, regarding me as if I’ve hung the moon. I’m used to attitude from Chevelle—hostility, even heat—but this wanton, tender gaze she’s shooting me now is something entirely new.
“I had help, it wasn’t all me.”
“But it’s you who came up with this…don’t attempt to deny it. Admit it. You have a soft spot for me, cupcake.” She smirks, and I grumble to myself something not making much sense, cause she’s so fucking cute all happy and turned on.
Rather than egging her further, I pull her shorts and undies free then sit on the edge of the bed. I push her over to the side and position her so that her ass is up, front and center on my lap. The rest of her hangs to the side, her hands on the floor and her head hanging. I have her just where I want her. Flushed and ready for me has her looking beyond stunning.
“So fucking sexy,” I mumble, holding her in place with one hand. My fingers on my free hand trail through her slit, relishing in the wetness. “You’re so ready, sweetie…fucking drenched. You’re craving my cock, huh?”
“Yes,” she confesses. “Are you going to let me up, so I can have it?”
“Not yet. I will when I’m ready.”
“So bossy.”
I shrug, but she can’t see me. Not that it matters, because it’s true. I am bossy, and I don’t care in the slightest bit either. “Mmm...but would I be bossy still if I was to sink my fingers into this pretty pink wet hole and make you feel good?”
“Maybe not quite as bossy, then,” she replies, her tone heavy with her pent-up desire.
One digit trails through her slit and I draw in a breath with anticipation. The wait is always the hardest. I want to bury myself in her and never come up for air. So far, she’s been pretty good with me taking her body when I want it. The first few times she made me work for it, but now all I have to do is stroke her the right way, and she’s damn near purring with need for my cock.
I wonder how she’d feel if I really did keep her? She may be my ol’ lady in the club’s eyes, but we haven’t established anything else between us as far as our relationship goes. I should do that before she has a chance to slip through my fingers. I have a feeling if she were to walk out of my life right now that I’d survive, but I’d damn sure miss her, and that’s something I don’t want to experience.
“Tell me, Chevelle,” I murmur, petting her pussy without pausing. “What do you think this is between us?”
The muscles in her thighs tense, along with her back but she doesn’t tell me to stop touching her. “Aren’t I your ol’ lady?” Her voice is small, almost unsure. My Chevelle has really let her guard down with me today, and I couldn’t be any more pleased with it.
“You are, but do you know what that really means?”
“I have a good idea.” She releases a breath as I push a finger into her heat.
“You’re my property. You belong to me, and I always take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m no one’s property; I’ve already told you this.” She huffs as I draw my finger free.
Rather than inserting it again, I cup my hand and smack her drenched core. The wetness rolls down her thighs, and fuck me, every bit of me wants to bend over and lick it all clean.
“Wrong answer. That mouth is what got y
ou in this situation in the first place. Had you been quiet, I’d have left you alone. Instead, you popped off, and I had to claim you to show you who’s alpha. You craved my cock, and you got every fucking inch of it. Now, I get you in return.”
She snorts, and I smack her pussy again. The air hits her in the right places but with my hand cupped, she gets no real contact, only the skin surrounding her core. It must be so frustrating to seek your pleasure and have it right there yet not be able to reach out and take it. Now she knows how I feel when it comes to her giving in to being my property.
“You can argue with me all you want, but it’s the truth. You’re mine, and I’ll fight back even harder, sweetie. I have the cock, Chevelle. Dick runs this house, not pussy.”
She pants as I smack her core again but offer her no relief.
“You are such an asshole.” She squirms in my lap, her thighs beginning to vibrate with more pent-up desire.
“Never claimed to be anything different.” I straighten my palm and lightly slap her pussy—once, twice, three times in a row. A loud moan breaks free and then pain spikes up my leg as she bites into my calf. Even with the jeans, her sharp teeth clamp down hard enough to cause me to draw in a quick breath.
Her mouth releases and I use my arm in a curl motion to pull her ass closer to my face. “Fuck,” I breathe, my breath blowing over her glistening folds. She’s so fucking turned on and ready for me, it nearly possesses me with want. Leaning forward, I bury my tongue in her core, licking and sucking at her center until she finally breaks and comes over my tongue.
Licking my fill, I rasp, “So sweet, Chevelle. You’re a goddamn peach, ripe and aching to be bitten. I want your come all over my tongue and my cock…I want you everywhere.”
Her hand fumbles to hold onto me, as she wiggles to get to me. She’s still breathing hard, but eventually, I let her crawl over my lap. With eyes wild, hair a mess and so utterly beautiful, I can’t help but gaze at her.
“I love peaches,” she confesses and then plants her lips to mine, sweeping me up in a blistering kiss. Once she’s had her fill of her taste in my mouth, she climbs down off my thighs.
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