“And your plan?”
"Well, I have a couple." Her head tilts to the side, holding up two fingers. "One was to beg."
I smother my laugh in my hand. “And the other.”
"It's one of my best, I think…"
Like yesterday she's wearing a suit with a button-down shirt. The way the fabric molds to her thighs and hips, and the jacket hugs her small waist, tell me its tailored. This woman is the full package.
“Is this where I get the sales pitch?” I tease.
“Absolutely.”
I chuckle. “Hit me with it.”
“I’d offer you your asking price, plus a bonus.”
“And when I reiterate that I’m booked for two years….”
“I’d offer a year membership with my company, valued at the low six figures, and access to our team.”
I nod. “Impressive.”
“I think so. But…” She strolls across the room slowly, her hips swaying.
My conversation with Diesel resurfaces about dames and Bentleys. But tonight, she’s more than the beauty that caught my attention, the thought of spending more time with her is what I want more than I want to kiss her.
“After seeing your place and talking with you, I know you would have declined both of my offers.”
“Damn. Don’t you hate when that happens.” I play along.
She tosses back her head and laughs. “I do. But I’m a woman who loves a challenge.”
The way loves rolls off her tongue throws the playful moment out of the window. I inhale her, inviting fragrance as she taps her finger against her kissable lips.
The gentleman and the biker in me are warring. As a gentleman, I could find a way to make both of us happy. But as the biker, I’m ready to claim her now.
"So, what are you proposing, Goldie?" I stand closing the space between us.
“A game of poker. When I win…”
I bark in laughter. “Not a chance.”
“Then you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
Her confidence is fucking hot. I capture her words in my mouth, curious if her erotic laced questions and snappy comebacks taste as good as they sound. I nibble around, and her candy-flavored gloss mixed with her moan makes my shit jump to attention.
I inhale her, pulling her body against mine to deepen the kiss. A hunger to taste more than her lips take up a burning residence in my chest. Then the fire transposes into imagines of spreading her legs wide and tasting her sweet nectar as my cock strains against my jeans. I release her and reluctantly step away.
That was more than I expected. That kiss was like the smoldering heat that joins metals, and I want more.
“So, what are we playing for?” I ask.
Her fingers caress her lips. The rise and fall of chest tell me I’m not the only one slipping down a slippery slope. She swallows hard and squares her shoulders.
“Move my request to the top of your list.”
"You're playing for the bikes." Her gaze holds mine without flinching. I'd almost hate to beat her, but the biker in me wants the woman in her. And I never play to lose. "And I'll play for your clothes."
Her soft features mold into a wall of determination. She takes several steps back and turns, walking to the table. The exaggerated sway of her hips causes my eyes to settle on her ass.
“Goldie, this game should come with a warning.” I stand hypnotized by her beauty. “You’re about to lose and love every minute of it.”
“Talk is cheap, Dark Knight.” She playfully licks her lips. I could have her on the table right now, but I’m prepared to win my prize. She removes her jacket, draping it over the back of the chair. “I’ll give you this one.”
I stop in front of her and steal a kiss. “Aren’t you a generous one?”
"I can be when I want to." She lowers to the chair, and her eyes land on the front of my pants.
“Oh…Goldie. Keep playing.”
I run across the garage and lock all the doors, securing the extra bolt. “Don’t want anyone coming in and enjoying my prize.”
“I thought this is your private garage.”
"It is, but I have employees and friends that stop by." I sit across from her in the dealer's seat.
“Your house, your deal?”
I hold the cards and shuffle. I lower the deck and stare in her eyes.
"You're playing to get on my calendar, but what I plan to do to your sweet body has nothing to do with business. Understand?"
“I understand.”
Cade’s masculine energy is causing me to have hot flashes. I reach for the top buttons of my shirt. To tempt him is dangerous and part of my strategy.
"Leave a few of those buttons for me." He winks, reaching for his back pocket. Then he pulls out a condom.
I swear my pussy jumps. My panties are drenched, and the ache between my thighs is more insistent. My eyes dart from the package to him as I squeeze my legs beneath the table.
I can’t lose this game.
“Three out of five.” He deals.
I toss my hair over my shoulder and stare him straight in the eye. “If you need it.”
His laughter is sinister. I look at my cards and place my first bet.
Chapter 6
Can he get any sexier? Sexy ass man bun. Sexy ass authoritative tone in his voice. And the way he kissed me…
But unfortunately, it's been the longest fucking hour of my life. I'm sitting across from Cade in my panties and my high heels. This is the last game, and we're tied.
I peel back my cards and see a two and seven. “I fold.”
"What?" He mumbles around the cigar, resting in his mouth.
“I. Fold.”
The man drank whiskey and smoked a cigar while beating me. He didn’t even break a sweat. And I know he let me win one of the games.
“Goldie, I learned to play with the bookies, thieves, and criminals. You didn’t stand a chance.”
I stand to remove my final article of clothing. I step back so he’ll get a good look at me from head to the soles of my red bottoms. I slide my thumbs beneath the sides of my panties.
“Do you still want these?”
"Absolutely." He mocks, but this has been the most memorable game of poker. Removing each item caused my heart to double-dutch and my body to crave the man across the table. He drops the cigar in the ashtray sitting back in his chair.
The fact that I'm ready to still jump his bones is a mystery to me. I lose, and not even by a little bit, I lose terribly.
I spin around and glance over my shoulder. We talked trash, laughed, but it’s the heat in his eyes that make me feel like the winner. I wiggle out of my panties, giving my ass a little shake.
“Bring them to me.” He growls.
I bend over at the waist and pick up the black lace. I reach to remove my heels.
"Leave them on." He taps the poker table in front of him. The condom remained on the table between us like a symbol of the inevitable.
I make slow, deliberate progress toward him. He pushes back enough for me to squeeze by then he stands. In a blink, my ass is on the table, and my legs are spread wide. His hands creep down my legs, and my eyes fall closed. He massages my inner thighs, kissing around before he gently folds my legs over his shoulders.
“Goldie, I’m prepared to offer you a second chance.” The heat from his breath brushes the inside of my thighs before his tongue strokes my clit.
I cry out, digging my hands into the fullness of his hair. After a night teasing, I ache for him to fill me, but his skillful tongue explores before he dips inside. My dormant body is awakened. I squeeze my thighs around his head, and he increases his assault driving me wild. My eyes slam shut as I ride the wave, back off the table, screaming his name.
He stands and licks his lips, then leans forward, taking my mouth captive. His tongue thrusts inside, and I taste an intoxicating mixture of me and his cigar. Losing has never felt so good. His hair cascades around us then he slides down my body
, leaving a trail of moist kisses on my stomach.
I sit up and yank off his shirt, kissing my way across the span of his chiseled chest. I sit back the moment he reaches for his pants. Curious, I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and releases his fully aroused cock.
Damn…. Thick and ready. His eyes hold mine while he slips on the condom.
Payton turns over, and I bite her soft ass before I tease her folds open, coating myself in her wetness. I talk a little shit waiting for her to beg for it. But when she throws her ass back, I can't resist thrusting into the depths of her heat. I freeze.
Her groan and my growl intertwine.
Her pussy grips my shit like a fist.
I pull out and dive deeper and deeper. She circles her hips, catching each thrust. All my late nights working alone closed off from the world, and perfection drives onto my land. Her arm circles behind my neck, and our lips met. We move as one, and I can't believe how good she fucking feels. The sounds of her pleasure echo off my walls. I'll never see this place the same again.
“Payton…gotdamn…”
She folds over on the table, and I fucking lose it. I sit back, watching the length of my pulsing cock disappear in the depths of her. Then her pussy wraps tighter, I pick up my tempo as we race towards the point of no return.
“Cade…I’m about to…”
I grip her shoulders loving the tortured moans that squeeze past her lips. The words die as her pussy chokes my shit, and I pound us home. The sounds of our perfect completion fill my garage. I lick the sweat off her spine, not stopping until I devour her mouth again. Her hum of satisfaction brings a smile to my face.
"Damn, woman…"
I smack her ass, and she chuckles, falling limp against the poker table. I gather her in my arms and carry her to the couch. I sit back with her against my chest.
I kiss her forehead, and she snuggles closer placing a kiss against my pulse. Words can’t explain what just happened, so I won’t try. I throw a blanket over us and let sleep take me.
Chapter 7
I wake and look around my unfamiliar surroundings. I push against his hard body, and Cade's eyes open. He kisses me, and his eyes slide back closed.
“Cade, I have to leave.”
This gets his attention. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m leaving for Dubai and need to pack.” I sit up and search the room for a clock. It’s a little after four. I exhale, I have plenty of time. But we’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours.
“Dubai?” He pushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses my shoulder. The need to have him again awakens with each touch. “I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m listening.”
"We're heading out for a Turkey Trot, and we'll return Sunday evening."
“Four days?”
“Four days. It’s not Dubai, and we'll have a lot of work, but if you come, I'll find a way to make your bikes happen."
“Can’t it wait until I get back.” I think about my parents. But I owe the guys too.
"No, it's for the holidays. No pressure, and it's totally up to you."
“Can I think about it and call you?”
“Yeah. We’ll roll out at ten.”
We exchange numbers, and I use his shower to clean up. When I get out, he's standing by with a new Cade's Custom Cycles t-shirt.
“I look ridiculous.” I laugh. I’m rocking his shirt, slacks, and high heels.
“You look gorgeous.”
“That’s sleep in your eyes.”
We laugh, and he pulls me to him. "Let me walk you out."
He grabs a coat and drops it over my shoulders. We make the trip to my car wrapped in each other’s arms without talking.
"I can't believe tomorrow is Thanksgiving." He opens my door, and I slip inside.
"I have a lot to be thankful for. But what I'd like most is to see you again." Cade kneels down inside the door.
“I’d like that.”
"You would?" He caresses the side of my face, and I kiss his wrist. "With or without poker?"
“I’ll have to rethink my poker strategy before playing with you again.” I laugh hard. “You act surprised. Wait, jump in because it’s cold.”
He rounds the car and climbs inside, adjusting the seat to accommodate his long legs. "This car is a beauty."
"Thank you. It's one of the perks of being the top seller at the dealership." His head bounces around, taking in my car. "So, why are you surprised? I thought we had a great time. I can't recall a time when I had so much fun losing."
We laugh. I’m no closer to my goals. But right now, I want to enjoy the moment.
“You’re a good woman.” His head drops back. “Beautiful, smart, obviously successful.”
I try to hide my blush, but he turns my face towards him. “And you’re not a good man?”
“I am, but I’ve had some bumps along the way. Shit…I spend most days alone working to keep my mind and my hands busy…until a sexy trespasser stumbled onto my property.”
“Trespasser? You scared the mess out of me.” I laugh, remembering. Man…was that just a couple of days ago? "Cade, we all have stuff we're dealing with. Like me, I'm a partner with one company and aiming for GM with my dealership. It felt good to leave it all and spend time with you."
“Feel free to trespass anytime.”
“Good because I think I will.”
He reaches for the door handle. I see his hesitation, and I don't want the moment to end either.
“Cade, kiss me again.”
His smile descents on me. His lips brush mine teasing with soft pecks before I open for him. What's the chance that I find him when my obligations are filled to capacity? Our gentle goodbye kiss turns up, neither of us wants to let go. When we finally break apart, my windows are foggy.
“I better let you go. You have packing to do.”
“I do. My brothers tease me endlessly about my packing.” I laugh.
“How many brothers do you have?” He extends his legs sitting back in the seat.
"Technically three, but my parents adopted my cousin. So, it's five of us."
“Where do you fall in the lineup?”
"I'm the youngest." I thread our fingers, astonished at the differences in our hands.
“The baby girl.” He nods as if that tells him something.
“What does that look mean?
“Nothing at all.” He struggles to hide his smile. I playfully hit his arm.
"I was surrounded by nothing but boys until I met my guys." I think about the GIB, and I smile. I can't wait to tell them about Cade.
“Your guys?” There goes that eyebrow.
“Yeah. Hunter, Harper, Charlee, Taylor, Parker, Ryann, Jordan, Alex, and Chase. My best friends, my sisters, my business partners, my counselors, my road dogs, my glue.”
“I have friends like that. You’ll get to meet them if you come back today.”
We both stare at each other in silence.
“Are you sure we can’t figure something else out?”
"We could, but this is what I'm offering. Plus, we could use an extra set of hands." His kiss is quick, then he opens the door. The cold day swoops into my car, like the reality of my dilemma.
I roll down the window. “Bye.”
He nods. “Call me with your decision.”
Why does this feel like goodbye?
Cade stands back with his hands shoved in his pockets. The tattoos cover the skin from his short sleeves to his wrists. I see the Dark Knight from the other night, hidden from the world, and not the tender lover that took me completely on a poker table.
I turn over the engine and pull away torn. The real world awaits me. I still need to talk to my family. Saying yes to Cade and my assignment with Platinum Prestige means saying no to my family. I'm not sure how my folks will take it. I know my brothers will understand. But even at thirty-four, I'm not comfortable with the thought of disappointing my parents.
I glance back in my rearview mir
ror to see him still standing there. If only I could turn around and hide in his garage for one more day. But that's not possible. I turn out of his parking lot, leaving a piece of myself with Cade.
Three hours is all I have to tell him, and my flight is scheduled to leave at six. I hit speed dial, not trusting myself to make this decision alone.
“Morning, Brat.”
“I’m sorry for waking you. Got a second?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way.” I hear the concern in his voice.
I exhale, relieved. "Thank you."
“Is that the same suit from yesterday?”
I closed the door behind me and walk over to Blake. He wraps me in a bear hug, and I let him hold me tight.
"I spy…" His voice trails off, and I start laughing before he starts. "The same suit from yesterday." He sniffs my shoulder, and I try to pull away. "The shirt smells new. And you smell like soap."
I push him. “Why are brothers such jerks?”
“Brothers are wise, protectors, and amazing detectives. They can ascertain a booty call from a mile away.”
I fold over laughing, and this is why I called Blake. I gasp for air, and his face is a stone wall. I drop to the couch and remember I need to pack.
I jump back up, pulling him down the hall with me. "I need to pack."
“You still haven’t packed.” He stops.
“Get off my ass and help me.”
I remove my luggage and toss them on the bed. I throw things inside under his watchful eyes. I grab several dresses, a business suit, just in case. Next, I open the drawer with my bathing suits. After a few minutes of gathering, I exit the closet with a handful of clothes.
"So, the booty call wasn't a booty call but a poker game."
“Bet. How much did you win?”
I drop the clothes into the open suitcase and turn back to the closet. “I didn’t.”
“What? You lost!”
"Yes. Two out of five.”
Blake follows me into the closet.
"Grab those shoes." I point out a few pairs, and we head back to the bed.
Select Love: A BWWM Romance (Blazin' Love Book 8) Page 4
