by Crimson Syn
I gripped her tightly and pulled her towards me. Her hands flew to my chest and she gasped. “I’m your goddamn boss and I didn’t hire you to show your pretty little ass to everyone out there.”
She smirked. “So, what? Am I expected to only show you my pretty little ass?”
Images of her bent on all fours, wiggling those luscious curves for my own private enjoyment, ran through my mind and my groin strained against my pants. I grunted and let her go. “Just don’t do it again. You don’t know what those men are like down there.”
“If they’re anything like you then I would assume that they’re all cowards.”
I walked up to her, pressing my thighs to hers as I slammed her against the closed door. I ran my hand through the opening in her coat and up her bare thigh. I cupped her ass and molded her to my hips allowing to feel my hard on. “Don’t play games with me, gorgeous. Your defiance is enough for me to bend you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” She rubbed across my groin and moaned. “At least I know your dick will.”
I took a step back from her and looked her dead in the eye. “Don’t test me, gorgeous. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
She took a step towards me. “If you were capable, you would’ve taken what’s yours and sent all your morals to hell.”
“Are you saying your mine?” My wolf stretched and growled.
“At the moment, I’m no one’s. And since I have no owner, then I’ll do whatever the hell I please. Anyway, it was fun and it looks like the patrons loved it. Maybe I’ll do it again” She raised her hands forming a picture. “Can you imagine the act? Frumpy lawyer gets down and dirty for club owner. Sexy.” She waggled her eyebrows at me and I nearly laughed.
Instead I shook my head and opened the door for her, muttering under my breath. “You’re anything but frumpy.”
I pressed my hand on her lower back and led her out. “Go rest, gorgeous. I think you’ve had enough fun for one night.”
She spun around and paused. Turning to me, she whispered. “Definitely not the kind of fun I wanted have.”
I met her eyes and the heat in the room raised a few notches. I didn’t think I could restrain myself much longer, and I practically shoved her out. “Go.”
Slamming the door behind her I slumped against it as I ran my hands through my hair. I rubbed my hard on and sighed. Another night alone. I ran my hand across my face and I caught a whiff of her musky scent on my fingers. Taking my cock out I wrapped that same hand around me and I stroked until I also, screamed her name.
CHAPTER SIX
WOLF
I woke up drenched in sweat. My erection was standing at full attention from the incredible, fucking dream I just awoke from. The image of Scarlett riding my cock was too much for me to bare and I gripped myself, stroking it roughly, imagining her pussy clenching down on it as she screamed my name.
“Fuuuuck! Fuck!” My hips thrusted upwards, spewing a load against my stomach, and my body shook from the mighty orgasm I was having.
I collapsed back on the bed and inhaled a deep breath. I propped my arm over my eyes and groaned. “Shit.”
It had been two weeks since that last encounter with Scarlett. I had managed to avoid her at every turn. I don’t know if I was doing the right thing, but my body was definitely mourning her loss. I slammed my head back into the pillow in pure frustration.
My whole attitude had changed. Even Grayson seemed afraid of me now. But I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t their fault, but their stupid rules had me raving mad. Who the fuck came up with this fucking shitty ass rule. Oh yeah, Ryder Chase himself. Go figure that even after his death he’d still haunt me.
No touching of anyone’s daughters. Daughters are to be cherished and treated alike as uncles or brothers. If one of us were to even look at, let alone touch Chase’s daughter we would lose our position, be kicked out of the club and probably beaten down. I was willing to take the beating as long as I could bury myself deep within her moist folds. But it wasn’t just a rough fucking I needed. It was her. Her scent, her smile, her conversation, I wanted the whole damn package.
I ran a hand across my face and got up. It was five in the morning, the sun was about to rise, and it was going to be another long day of yearning for something I wasn’t ever going to have.
A FEW HOURS LATER, I was seated across from Grayson in one of the lounges. The club was silent and we were going through some documents.
“I don’t know if this business is a good idea. They want us to sell the liquor, but want us to keep most of the profits? Who approached you on this?”
“Ramon.”
Grayson looked up wide eyed. “As in Ramon “TUCO” Moreno?”
Wolf nodded. “I know, it was a stupid move, but I figured I’d play nice. I don’t want any trouble with him or his gang members.”
“Wolf, those guys are bad news. They’ve approached us with other business before. This, this is bad news. No one offers a product and lets the establishment keep more than seventy-five percent of the earnings. Sounds off.”
“Maybe it’s a marketing plan.”
Grayson nodded. “Or maybe they just want us to buy shipment and in the trajectory, they’re transporting other items. This shit’s from Mexico, God only knows what they’re shipping.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. Why the fuck I had gotten involved is beyond me. This is what I get for mixing business with bullshit politics. “Then again, it could just be liquor.”
“Nothing’s just anything with them, Wolf. We should ask around to see if other bars have been contacted. We should also have Scarlett look at these.”
I threw the papers on the table. “I don’t want to hear about Scarlett.” I stood up and went to the private bar to pour another shot of whiskey. The desperation was getting to me.
“Wolf. Chase is dead. You’re the President. Change the fucking rules, man.”
“I have no say on the rules and you know that. Nick is the only one who could change them.”
“So, tell him. He’ll understand.”
I shook my head. “It’ll be over for me. Everything I worked for, taken away in a heartbeat. It’s not easy to think about.”
Grayson stood up and propped himself on a stool in front of me.
“Is she worth it?”
“Fuck yeah, she is.”
“Then stop thinking about it. Just do it.”
“This isn’t a life for her, Gray. She lives a quiet life in a normal environment. I can’t give her what she needs.”
“Hey. You already dragged her pretty little ass into this. You made her the fucking lawyer to the Hell’s Lovers. How much less normal can you get?”
I hung my head down. “I know.”
“Stop beating yourself up for this. I think we should all take a vote. I’m pretty sure the guys will be on board, as long as you stop treating them like shit. If they don’t beat you over Scarlett, they’ll definitely stat beating you over your stubborness.”
I ran my hand through my hair. “Yeah, yeah. I can’t help it. I’m mad as hell.”
“Well, if you don’t calm down, you’ll have everyone on your bad side.” Setting his glass down he stared pointedly at me. “Look, these guys will do anything for you. Die for you. Why don’t you just trust them with this one, tiny, insignificant matter?”
“I…”
“Hello?”
Her pretty face appeared first, and then her beautiful frame. She was wearing a midnight blue dress that clung to every curve of her body. A black leather jacket covered her shoulders, but it did nothing to hide the plump molds of her breasts that peaked out from her neckline. Her brown locks framed her thin and pale complexion and her lips were painted a ruby red.
“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath, and Grayson’s eyes widened.
“Hot damn.” He whispered.
I punched him hard on the arm and he winced, raising his hands. “I’m gone. I’m g
one. But remember what I said.”
He walked towards the entrance and smiled at Scarlett. “Hey, pretty lady. Long time no see.”
She smiled back, although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hi Grayson. It’s nice to see you too.”
He winked at her and looked back at me pointedly. “He’s in a bad mood, but don’t let him get to you. You’re too pretty for that.”
She laughed and watched him leave. As soon as he was out of sight she turned to me.
“Hi.” She whispered.
“Hi, gorgeous.” I answered, my loins already becoming disturbed from her husky whisper.
“I came to tell you something.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I need to run something by you too. Follow me upstairs, though. I need to get back to the office.”
Grabbing the documents on the table I led the way. I could feel her silent presence humming behind me. After not seeing her for so long, my body wasn’t prepared for her assault on its senses.
Walking up, I let her through, and shut the door firmly behind us.
I watched as her hips swayed, making her way into one of the chairs. I bit my lip as I took in her sultry body and sighed. “So, what did you need to talk to me about.” I asked, taking my perch on the desk.
She gazed up at me. The sad look in her eyes was my undoing.
“I’m quitting.”
I shot up. “What?”
She looked down at her hands. “The last few weeks have been nothing short of interesting, but I think its best if I leave. My old firm is willing to take me back, so I won’t be left without a job…”
“Hell the fuck no!” I roared, making her flinch.
“You have no right to stop me.” We held each other’s eyes for a long time, both seething in anger.
I took the few steps up to her, but she stood up, meeting me in the middle. “The hell I don’t.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “You didn’t want me. You told me to leave and then you stopped seeing me. What the hell else was I supposed to do? I refuse to work for someone who doesn’t know where to draw the line between personal and business!”
I glowered down at her. I was angrier at myself than at her. “You are my personal business!” I growled.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
I stared back at her. She was right, who the fuck did I think I was?
“That’s not fair.” I whispered.
“Is it not? You’re the one who pushed me away.” She shoved at my chest, and although her touch was brief, my body soared at the contact. “Life’s not fair, Stone. It is what it is.”
She brushed past me and headed towards the door. Snapping out of my shock, I reached for her hand.
“What can I do to make you stay?” I could hear the urgency in my voice.
She stared at me, and I saw her clench her fist tightly. Our eyes met, and the tension in the room was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
“You can’t give me what I need, remember.” She whispered and tried pulling away.
I held onto her tightly and she gasped. I wasn’t going to let go of her that easily. “Tell me, gorgeous. What do you need from me?” My voice sounded rough, filled with my own need.
She pursed her lips and looked right at me. She took the remaining steps up to me and pressing herself against me, she whispered. “I need you to make me yours.”
My eyes widened at her sweet confession and we stood there frozen. Our breaths were labored and heat emanated from both our bodies.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, gorgeous.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.” Her certainty was potently arousing. She pressed her hand around my waist and pressed herself against me. Wrapping her hand around my neck she brought me down to her level and ran her tongue along the edge of my ear whispering once again. “I need you to lift my skirt, bend me over that desk, and take me hard, Wolf. If you’re not willing to do that, then I’m gone.”
The images that flooded my brain nearly knocked me over. We stood there quietly and I let go of her wrist. I wanted exactly to do that to her and more. I stared down at her and after a long, drawn out moment, she shook her head at me and started to turn away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SCARLETT
I turned away from him, ashamed at myself. I couldn’t believe those words actually escaped my lips, and he was still going to let me go. I hadn’t seen him for weeks. He was constantly avoiding me. Making sure that if I was coming in, he’d be going out. My body yearned for him, and my heart ached for the sexy biker. I didn’t know what had happened, or how it had happened, but our attraction was palpable. I could practically taste his arousal, yet he wouldn’t budge. I decided to take one more chance, to give him one more chance. But he didn’t take it. And here I was, left with the pure embarrassment of giving myself over to the only man I ever wanted, and I was being rejected.
Slowly, I turned and made my way to the door. I heard him curse and in an instant, his hands gripped my waist, twirling me around. His hot mouth was on me in seconds, his tongue mingling with mine, his hands gripping my ass, pressing me against that magnificent hard on he kept hidden from me.
But not today. Today I was going to have him and relish every inch of his manhood. I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him. I slid my hands along his jean cladded thighs and his dark gaze met mine. His hand pushed one of my loose waves away from my cheek and he grabbed my chin.
“What are you doing?”
Without answering I ran my hands across the large bulge in his jeans. His jaw clenched and his head fell back. A growl escaped him, and the rumble jumpstarted my juices. I rubbed my thighs together and ignoring my needs, I undid his belt and his zipper. I tugged on his jeans and they fell to the floor. The tent in his briefs stared me dead in the eye.
I bit my bottom lip, concentrating on what was hidden beneath that thin piece of material. Looking up at him I smiled and he groaned, gripping the side of my face. In one swift move, I unleashed him. My breath was labored as I stared at it. I ran my fingers up its length, squeezing it lightly, getting a feel for it. It was the first dick I’d ever laid eyes on, and it was perfectly sculpted, just like its owner. The rod was circumcised and thick. With veins that ran the length of it and stopped at a bulging mushroom head. It throbbed and twitched in my hands and his groan just drove me forward. Without warning I put my mouth around it and looked up at him as I did so. His mouth was open and his dark locks made shadows across his face. He stared at me and hissed as I suckled on the head.
His response was animalistic and my inner feline stretched out wanting to consume him. I ran my tongue along the soft and silky skin and then engulfed him in my mouth. Applying pressure with my lips and circling the underside of his sensitive head, I sucked him in. He gripped my hair, but kept his control. I looked up at him as I slid him out and then gobbled him up again. I started to get a rhythm going, gliding him along my tongue and sucking in as I slid him out. He started grunting and humping against my mouth. The movement caused him to hit the back of my throat and I gagged, pulling back I gasped for air. I stared up at him for a moment, his eyes were dilated and his breathing ragged. I knew I was getting to him, and I gripped him hard and dragged him into my hot watering mouth. I slid him all the way in, all nine inches, and gagged on him once again, the muscle of my throat working to push him out. He groaned and pushed my head against his hips. I concentrated on breathing through my nose, but I gagged again and pushed back. The idea of taking him all in was exciting me and I tried it again, this time holding myself against him, and I could feel him slide into my throat.
“Ugh! Shit! Shit, Scarlett.”
I slid him out and greedily sucked him back in. On the third try he tried to push me off.
“I’m gonna cum, gorgeous. Stop. Stop. Sto…aaarghhh!” He roared his release and streams of milky white fluid flew down my throat. It was sweet and salty and I ate it up, hungry for his taste. A few streams drippe
d from my lips as I pulled out and I swept them up on my fingers, making sure to swallow every drop as I watched him. He was leaning against the desk, looking completely defeated. I stood up and stared at him.
His eyes met mine and instead of shame or guilt, what I saw was hunger. I took am instinctive step back, but he grabbed me and sat me on the desk. His hands were powerful, masterful even. His touch arousing every cell in my body. He swept my jacket off and ripped the thin straps of my dress. My breasts bounced out and his eyes grew. He looked up at me and reached out to pinch the sensitive buds between his fingers.
“Oh!” I yelped pushing up against his teasing.
“Tsk.Tsk.Tsk. No bra. Shameful little girl.”
“Ohhh, Wolf.” I moaned.
“Is this what you were looking for?” He pulled on my nipples making me yell out, shocks running right to my pussy making it gush even more.
“Shit!”
“Fuck, even your tits are beautiful.” He leaned down taking a nipple between his teeth, biting down hard before flicking it with his tongue. My body had a mind of his own, succumbing to his every touch. He went back and forth from one nipple to the next, suckling and nipping until I was nearly driven to sexual madness.
“Wolf, please. Please. I…I…need you.” I could barely make out coherent words from the pure desire I was experiencing. No man had ever touched me, and it was an intoxicating feeling.
“Not as much as I need you, baby.” His voice rumbled against my neck and I lost myself in his voice. The deep vibration struck every chord in my body, tuning me up for what was to come.
He finished taking off my shirt and I tugged on his. Finally seeing his full form before me, I ran my hands across his sinewy muscles, and the ripples in his chest and abdomen. I traced a tattoo of a wolf howling on his right arm. He was so beautiful, so powerful. I ran my hands across his semi-hard on and it leapt to attention.
I bit my lip and smiled at him. “Aren’t you a good boy.”
He chuckled and stood me up, twirling me so my ass pressed against him. “Oh he’s a bad boy, baby. We both are.”
