Finding Out (novella)

by Lila Rose

  I learnt that sex did wonders for my biker man and helped me get what I wanted. Even though I was more than happy to please him in bed, the getting my own way made it that much sweeter. Plus the multiple orgasms from both parties helped. The funny thing was, he knew exactly what my motive was, and he played along with it, smirking at me. I was also learning that I couldn’t fool my man.

  Helen came in Monday afternoon and yelled at me, asking why I hadn’t called her to inform her of everything. I told her I was a little distracted and occupied, but that my man and his men were dealing with it all. She sighed and mumbled with a blush to her cheeks that she knew. Stoke had taken it upon himself to go to her work and introduce himself. He’d then filled her in on everything that happened. Yes, even the part that Fox and I have had sex. Then he asked her out. She agreed. I laughed. She glared. We cried, yelled and then we got over it together. From then on, she also called in everyday and rang every night. I never felt more suffocated in my life, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it all warmed my heart.

  My café had gained more customers over the week. Apparently, Stoke had spread the word that one of their brothers’ misses owned a café that they’d get discounted food and drinks. I did try to give it to them free, but none of them accepted that. They paid.

  My lunch times were always busy. Not only from the biker brothers but also from my new friends. Deanna, Zara, Julian, Mattie, even Zara’s parents and all the children came in. It could have been a ruse to keep my mind busy; most of the time it worked. No matter what though, I loved having them come in.

  The only strange thing that happened for the week—well, besides when I blundered through conversations with the good-looking bikers—was that I hadn’t heard from Stupid Jim. No other email, phone call, visit or anything. Fox told me not to let my guard down. Just because he hadn’t made more contact didn’t mean he wasn’t out there watching. I was happy that he hadn’t made another move, but it also annoyed me. I wanted him out of my life for good so I could move on with it and finally stop the daily worry.

  Friday lunchtime, I was sitting at a table in my café across from a large built man. He was similar to a lumberjack wearing his blue jeans and checked shirt. His name was Butch and he worked for a PI agency. Zara had called his company and asked for help since Fox and the bikers were unable to find Jim. He had asked questions and I answered them, even showing him the dating site and Jim’s profile. After he took notes, smiling, laughing and making me comfortable through it all, he laid his hand over mine and his sobered, hard gaze met mine. Then he said, “We’ll find the bastard.” His was so sincere, the way he switched from a sweet man to a gruff looking, scary one told me that he was ready to do anything to find Jim. It also had me wondering from his sever change of moods that something could have happened in his past, something that made him aggressive to any type of abuse on woman, a little like Fox. To give Butch reassurance, I smiled and nodded.

  Hearing hard footfalls heading our way, we both turned. Fox, with a killer look upon his face, stalked toward us.

  Ignoring Butch, he asked me, “Who’s this fucker?”

  I gasped and glared. “Fox, that is no way to talk. And this is Butch. He works for a PI place.”

  Fox turned to Butch and glared. “Talon’s sister’s?”

  Butch glared back and said, “Yeah.”

  Oh, wow, bad-arse, biker boss Talon had a sister in the PI business. I felt like giggling for some reason.

  Fox’s eyes moved from Butch to his hand that, I then noticed, still covered mine. “So I shouldn’t kill him for touchin’ what’s mine?” he asked as he looked from our hands to me.

  I moved my hand from under Butch’s and stood, curling my arms around his waist. “No, handsome, but we could talk about your possessive ways.”

  He smirked down at me. “Not up for discussion.”

  Rolling my eyes, I uttered, “Thought so.” I looked down at Butch, who now seemed amused by the interaction between Fox and myself. Ignoring Butch’s smirk, I added, “Sorry about him. He gets a little carried away.”

  Butch shook his head, stood and said, “You bikers have all the fuckin’ luck. Ivy, you rest easy. We’ll find him.”

  “If you do, you hand him over to Hawks,” Fox ordered.

  Butch clenched his jaw. “Vi’s already told me.”

  Fox smiled. “Good.”

  Butch gave a chin lift to both of us and left.

  Fox turned me so my front pressed against his chest. He leaned his head down so our foreheads touched and he growled, “Go to your office, Ivy. I need to fuck you. No one touches you but me. I need to fuck the thought of his touch outta my system.”

  My body hummed. His possessiveness was a pain sometimes, though, most of the time, it got me all hot and bothered. That was why I whispered, “Um...okay.”

  He took my hand and walked my dazed-self to my office. Justine gave me a knowing wink and I watched her laugh, I smiled shyly and shrugged, though I didn’t stop. Once we reached the office, Fox threw the door open. He pulled me inside, slammed the door shut and pushed me up against it as his mouth assaulted mine. His hands went to my jeans and he popped the button. Just as I was running my hands under his tee and Fox was slowly unzipping my jeans, someone cleared their throat from behind us.

  I squeaked. Fox spun fast, had a gun drawn from somewhere and pointed it at his friend’s head.

  Stoke laughed and said, “I guess you worked out what that dude was doing here and touching her for. Did you forget you sent me in here to wait?”

  “Fuck,” Fox hissed. Which told me he had forgotten.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. I never thought I’d see the day that Fox forgot something as his passion took over. Fox shook his head and turned back to me. “Don’t you fuckin’ laugh,” he said with a smile, which made me giggle even more. “Goddamn, you keep up the cuteness I’ll just fuck you in front of him.”

  My eyes widened and my lips clamped shut. But what surprised me was the tingle of lust, from the thought of someone watching us, sent me to my core. I rubbed my legs together and Fox, being so close, noticed my reaction.

  “Hey, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind the show,” Stoke teased.

  He leaned closer and whispered so Stoke wouldn’t hear, “You want him to watch me take you, cupcake? Does that turn you on?”

  “M-maybe...” I said and bit my bottom lip.

  “Christ, it does. I don’t mind having my brother watch. You’re fuckin’ perfect when you come. But he will not touch you. Hear me?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “As long as you’re sure?” I asked.

  “Jesus, yes.” Fox pulled my hips forward and slanted his lips across mine. He kissed me fiercely as my hands groped anywhere they could on his body.

  “Ah...do you want me to leave?” Stoke asked from behind Fox. He sounded confused.

  Instead of answering, Fox turned and pulled me over to the front of the desk. As I breathed heavily, he placed my hands on the desk where Stoke sat on the other side in my office chair.

  Stoke licked his lips. His eyes were hooded. I gasped when my jeans were pulled roughly down my legs. “Fuck me,” Stoke hissed.

  “Step outta them, cupcake.” I did as I was told and I was rewarded with Fox’s hands running up my legs to my butt. I felt his chin on my shoulder. I just knew he was looking at Stoke because as I watched, Stoke turned to look back at Fox. “You look. You watch, but you never fuckin’ touch. She’s mine. You get me?” Fox asked.

  Stoke licked his lips again, and for once, he refrained from any wise cracks. His eyes were serious and held desire as he nodded slowly.

  My heart rate took off. Oh, my God, this was thrilling, sexy and hot all at the same time. Never in my life had I thought it would be that wild to have someone watch as another man, who I adored, take me.

  “You wet already, precious?” Fox asked. He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he slid two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re drenched. You like to be watched, cupcake. T
hat’s damn hot.” He got in closer to me so his body leaned over mine as his fingers pushed in and out of me. “Stoke, her pussy is so ready for me. Should I take her?”

  Stoke cleared his throat and uttered, “Yes.”

  Fox removed his fingers. I felt his hand working to undo his jeans. I moaned, my head thrusting back, as he slid his erection inside me slowly.

  “Shit,” Stoke whispered. I looked back down at him; his chest was rising up and down fast. Fox gripped my hips and started to move faster, pounding into me, sounds of our flesh slapping against each other echoed around the room.

  “Isn’t she fuckin’ beautiful?” Fox asked. His arms came around my chest and he pulled me up more. Then one hand slid down to my waist, and glided over my bare stomach. My tee must have come up, Fox pushed it up further with his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing.

  “Damn exquisite,” Stoke answered. I opened my eyes and moved my head from Fox’s shoulder to look down at Stoke. The feel of his eyes on me and Fox’s cock in me was wonderful. I watched as Stoke pushed back in the chair a bit and started to rub his dick through his jeans. “Brother?” he asked.

  What the question was I didn’t know, but when Fox barked, “Yes,” Stoke then undid his jeans and pulled his cock free of his boxers. He began to stroke himself in front of me.

  “My Ivy likes that, Stoke. She just got wetter,” Fox growled and he was right. Fox took his hand off my breast and ran it down my body to between my legs where he rubbed my clit.

  “Yes, God, yes,” I moaned. I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t. Instead, I watched as Stoke moved his hand faster and faster over his dick.

  “Precious, come for me while he watches you,” Fox ordered. His finger on my clit rubbed that little bit harder, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm.

  “Please, God, please, harder,” I begged.

  Fox rubbed and slammed his cock into me harder. It was building and it was going to be big. I leaned forward and gripped the desk with my hands to brace, and then it hit me. I cried out and bit my bottom lip, humming through it as my walls milked Fox’s cock. When I heard a groan come from Stoke, I looked to see him lift his tee higher as his cum shot out, landing on his stomach. I felt Fox’s hot seed fill me as he swore through his orgasm.

  Chapter Eight

  After Stoke cleaned himself off, he stood and mumbled something about getting takeaway for their lunch and he’d meet Fox out the front. His parting words were, “Lucky, lucky fucker.” Which caused Fox to laugh.

  Even though I was embarrassed by what we just did in front of him, I still yelled after him, “Bye Stoke.” As I put my jeans back on.

  His reply, “Later, sweetheart.”

  Then I turned to Fox ready to ask him some questions and tell him my worries, but he got there first. Pulling me to his chest, he shared, “Stoke and I have been mates since I joined Hawks. He was the only one I talked to. He’s the only one, the only fuckin’ one, I’d let see you half naked with my cock inside you. You like people watchin’ us, I’ll take you to a nightclub where we can do that, but no one touches you. If you fancy my brother watchin’ us again, I can deal with that.” He grinned. “I like showin’ what I have off, makes me fuckin’ happy that they know I get to have you when they can’t. Whatever you want, whenever you want it, we’ll deal, yeah?”

  I licked my lips and nodded. “Okay...um, as long as no one touches you too. I wouldn’t like that,” I admitted. For someone to watch what we had together was a big turn on, but that was it. I wouldn’t want anyone to join in or touch what was mine either. So I totally got what Fox was saying and I was all for it.

  “Good, no one would ever touch me but you.” His lips pressed against mine gently. “I gotta shoot off. See you tonight.”

  “Ah, Fox?”

  “Yeah, precious?”

  “The wedding’s tomorrow.”

  “I know that, cupcake. What of it?”

  “Um, do you have a suit?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. I liked seeing that a whole heap. When he calmed down, he kissed me quickly and said, “Ivy, there is no way in hell I’d be caught dead in a suit, even when I’m dead. I’m a jeans man, precious, and your family will just have to deal, yeah?”

  “Okay.” I smiled. I could handle that. After all, he was willing to put up with my family.

  “I gotta go, cupcake. Stay in the shop. Griz should be here soon.”

  “Yeah, handsome,” I murmured against his lips, and then kissed him long, deep and hard, pulling a groan from him.

  He shifted back and ran a hand down my cheek. “How is it that we’ve just fucked, good and proper, but I’m already hard to go again?”

  “Um?” Was all I could say because right then I really wanted to go again as well.

  “Shit, Christ.” He kissed me one last time and took two steps to the office door. “I’ll take care of you again tonight.” He smiled over his shoulder.

  I clapped and uttered, “Yippee.” Shaking his head, he laughed before he disappeared.

  I walked around my desk and slumped down in my chair, sighing, but smiling. I really could not believe that just happened.

  Oh. My. I had awesome, wonderful sex in front of Stoke and I liked it, a lot...not as much as I loved my alone time with Fox, but still, at least I discovered a new turn on for me.

  After I tidied up, I walked back out to the front of my café and found Griz sitting in the corner booth so he was facing the whole store. As I made my way to the counter, I smiled and waved at him. He sent me a chin lift. I gestured with my hand up to my mouth, sipping an invisible coffee, and then with my other hand I pretended I was munching on something. I could see his chest moving; he was chuckling at me. He gave me a wink and I took that as a yes, so I went ahead and got him some lunch.

  I was getting the hang of being a biker’s woman. Now all I had to do was work out what the grunts and some of the chin lifts meant and I’d be set—because let’s face it, those men communicated in their own secret way with chin lifts.

  # #

  Saturday morning, I’d woken late and now I was running around like a mad woman or like a chicken with its head cut off. All this while Fox calmly sat at the kitchen table with his feet up on another chair sipping his coffee with an amused smile upon his lips.

  “Cupcake, calm the fuck down. We have three damn hours,” he said as I was going through my kitchen drawers looking for some extra bobby pins. I turned my head to glare at him and saw Trixie wander in, trot over to Fox and lay at his feet. He put his feet on the ground and bent to give her some attention.

  I shook my head and went back to the dilemma. “Fox!” I screeched. “Three hours isn’t going to be enough. I still have to shower, dress, and put makeup on; have breakfast because God only knows why my stupid cousin would have a wedding right at lunch time.” I turned fully to Fox with my hands on my hips. “I mean, who does that, handsome? A wedding right at lunchtime. She knows people will be starving. Why would she do that? Does she want everyone cranky?” I threw my hands up in the air. “She probably does, which means we need to feed you up before we go. I can’t have you getting cranky, even though you’ll get cranky having to be around my family, but I mean even crankier. You’ll end up killing everyone and then we’d have to go on the run...after we come back and pack and get Trixie—hmmm, maybe we should pack before we go? No, no, no, I’ll just feed you up real good and calm your beast.” I turned to the pantry. “Now what do you want to eat? Steak, bacon, stir-fry?”

  “Cupcake?” Fox said, his voice had me looking over my shoulder to him straight away. Yes, he was laughing his arse off. “Before you have a panic attack, go and start to get ready, I’ll make us something for breakfast and I’m sure as fuck ain’t having steak or stir-fuckin’-fry for breakfast.” He stood, came at me and pried my hands away from the cupboard doors. “Move your arse, woman, or I’ll smack it.”

  I bit my fingernail and pondered the smacking. Would we have time? That was the questio
n.

  “Christ, woman, you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the fuckin’ wedding. Get your arse in the shower before I change my mind about even attending your dipshit cousin’s wedding.”

  He was serious. I could tell. Kissing him quickly, I jogged from the kitchen. Usually Trixie would be at my heels, but she stayed with her new master. I couldn’t blame her. He certainly was my master in bed.

  “Don’t forget to feed your beast, we need to tame him,” I yelled down the hall. I knew I couldn’t get an answer so I went for my shower.

  I showered and dressed in a long, shoestring strapped, black dress. I was just applying the final touches to my light make-up, just like Zara had done for me, when Fox called from the kitchen, “Cupcake, you better fuckin’ come eat before we have to go or you’ll be the one killing your family ‘cause you’re so hungry.”

  I smiled and made my way down the hall. Upon entering the kitchen, I heard Fox hiss, “Fuck.” My eyes met his warm ones as they raked over my body. “It’s gonna be the shortest wedding in damn history. We’ll give ‘em two hours and then I want you here on your back with my cock inside you while you wear that dress.”

  I giggled. “I guess you like the dress.”

  “Christ, woman, I love it. Eat so we can go and get home quicker,” he ordered.

  # #

  I made sure we sat at the back of the church for the ceremony so no one would notice us, which they didn’t. It helped as I also had us in the corner. I told Fox I wanted to show him off, but I wasn’t ready just yet for the questions and...evilness. He chuckled, no doubt thinking I was being over the top, but he didn’t know. Once he found out, I was ready to tell him ‘I told you so.’

  Outside the reception room, at a ridiculously expensive hotel, I stopped Fox with a hand on his chest. He looked down at it and then to my eyes. “Um, I ah, I left out one part of information.”