by Khloe Wren
Hurt flashed in her eyes before she glared up at me.
“Seriously? I am not leading you around by your dick. It’s not my fault you choose to think with the wrong head. Not like I forced you to go all caveman and drag me back here.”
I shook my head. “Don’t even try to put this all on me. I saw your pupils dilate when Nitro mentioned I might just throw you over the bar and fuck you if we kept up kissing like we were. Tell me, my curious little Kitty, if I felt your knickers right now, what would I find? Would I find them dry because you’re just playing a game here? Or are they soaked through?”
“Dammit, Taz! You know I’m into you. If I wasn’t, last night would have played out a lot differently.”
That had me chuckling. “Oh, yeah? How do think it would have gone?”
“I would have talked to you the moment we entered your house. Explained then what was going on. Actually, if I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t have gone home with you at all last night. I would have met you for coffee at a quiet cafe someplace and explained the situation. Sleeping with you isn’t part of the job–”
I cut her off. “Fucking me is just a perk, right?”
As she lay there blinking up at me. I couldn’t get my fucking thoughts straight. This was ridiculous. I should walk away, go over to the clubhouse and fuck a few of the whores till I was sated. No drama that way. Maybe I could scare her off and she’d leave on her own accord. Although, if she did do that, I had no fucking clue what the FBI would do with me. Or Eagle and Mac. Fuck, this whole thing was such a bloody, fucking mess.
Yet despite all that, my cock was still hard and throbbing for attention from the woman laying beneath me.
Flick
“I don’t do relationships. Ever. Never have, and I didn’t plan to ever start. Now, you want to pretend like we’re in one. Several problems with that, luv. Most pressing at this moment is my need for sex. I like it, like to have it real regular. As in, a few times a day. Up to now, I haven’t been real fussy about who provided it. You want to be all exclusive and shit? Then you need to agree to keep my beast fed well. Are we clear?”
I blinked up at the mountain of man who had me caged against this hard desk. What was he playing at? I needed to figure out what was really going on here, because from all I’d learned, Taz was a man-whore. He was telling the truth that he liked sex, but him suddenly demanding it a few times a day, every day? What the fuck was up with that? Surely he didn’t normally spend all day, every day at the clubhouse working over the whores there. And honestly, this whole spiel felt more like a wounded pride speech. I’d seen him when he’d come storming in earlier, he hadn’t been a happy man. I pretended to not see him until he’d had a chance to drink at least half his beer, hoping that would have settled him down some. Then when I did approach, I’d almost convinced myself he’d reject me then and there, publicly ending things before they really began. And that had cut deep. Deeper than it should have. So I’d slid up to him and tried to prevent it.
And now, for my efforts, I was flat on my back with a horny caveman looming over me.
I frowned up at him, trying to work out how in the hell to defuse this situation.
“I like you Taz. Well, I like you when you’re not busy trying to be a dick. You know you’re fantastic in bed, it’s not like it’s a hardship to be fucked by you.” I tried to sound casual, like I wasn’t really more than a little interested in this man. “And maybe when this assignment is all done and dusted, we can stay together and see where this thing between us goes.”
A sparkle lit his eyes for a moment. “So, that’s a yes to you keeping my beast fed, then? Good.”
Such a fucking man, he was choosing to ignore most of what I said, but then his mouth was on mine and I suddenly didn’t give a damn. Tearing his mouth away, he stood up and opened his belt and his jeans. Slipping his wallet out, he grabbed a condom and suited up in record time.
“You wet for me, kitty?”
Since I couldn’t talk as I watched him stroke that big, pierced cock of his, I nodded. My thong was more than damp. In fact, I could actually smell the musk of my arousal in the air around us. I probably should be embarrassed, but before I could think that one through, he was pushing the material of my thong aside and sliding that big cock of his in deep.
His groan echoed around the room, while, with a gasp, I arched my back up off the desk. He gripped my hips and pulled me toward him, so he slid balls deep on the first stroke.
“Fuuuck, you feel so good.”
“Uh huh.”
With that he started pounding into me, pulling me down on each stroke. Needing something to hang onto, I reached over my head to grip the edge of the desk. The movement pushed my breasts up and his gaze locked onto them. A moment later, he released my hips to shove up my tank and flick open the front clasp of my bra. A feral smile flashed over his face as he took hold of my hips again and went back to his deep thrusts. Now unbound, my breasts bounced with every stroke and his gaze stayed glued on them.
“Put your feet up on the edge of the desk and keep hanging on. Gotta get my hands on your tits but don’t want to stop fucking you deep to do it.”
With a nod, I shifted my feet up, using the edge of the desk to knock my shoes to the floor, before I rested my heels on the desktop. It opened me up further and his next thrust was the deepest yet and had me moaning. Loudly. Pretty sure they would have heard that one out in the bar.
“Good girl. Now, scream for me. Let every fucker out there know you’re mine and I’m doing you right.”
He reached up and gripped both nipples and gave them each a twist at the same time. The pain shot through my system, straight down to my pussy where he was still thrusting in deep, hitting all sorts of nerves with that piercing of his. After several more strokes, and the second vicious twist of my nipples, I did as he’d requested. I came hard, screaming out his name as my entire back lifted up off the timber desk top. Vaguely, I felt his palm run up under my back and lift me up. My feet slipped from the desk as his second hand cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him as he continued to fuck me. I tilted my pelvis into each thrust as he took my mouth with his. He now had a hand wrapped in my hair and he used it to keep my face tilted so he could kiss me deeply.
By the time he shuddered and came I was a limp mess. Lifting me against him, he moved to sit on the couch, keeping his cock inside me.
“Fuck, babe. I lose my head whenever I get near you.”
“Uh huh.”
It was all I could say, he’d worn me out so completely. I snuggled in against his chest, pushing the leather of his vest aside to get closer to his skin. His t-shirt was thin and I could feel his heat through it easily. I rubbed my cheek with a small sigh as his hands trailed up and down my body.
After a while he cleared his throat, but didn’t stop stroking my skin.
“Guess, we should get you cleaned up and back to work. If you’re serious about doing this thing, you need to move in with me. I’m not gonna spend half my bloody time trying to track you down when I need you. Understand?”
His words were like pouring cold water down my spine. Shifting my hips so his dick slid free of my body, I moved off his lap and stood. I didn’t turn away as I readjusted my thong. Which was now wet enough to be uncomfortable, but there was fuck all I could do about it right now. Then I refastened my bra, pulled down my shirt, then straightened my skirt. All the while I held his gaze, glaring fire at him.
“I’m not some whore who’s only here for you to fuck, Taz. I take my job here at the bar seriously, and I will be doing other work when I’m not here. No way will I ever be the kind of woman who’ll sit at home, just waiting for her man to come fuck her to give her a purpose. So, don’t ever let that fucking thought even enter your mind again. Am I clear?”
He raised an eyebrow at me, before he silently and calmly reached over to the side table to grab a tissue, then dealt with the condom. After he’d tossed the tissue into the trashcan near the couc
h, he zipped himself up. I tried to not think about the placement of those two items and how many couples had fucked on that couch just like we had and needed the trashcan and box of tissues so close. I went over to him, and mimicking his pose from earlier, I put a hand on the couch on either side of his head and leaned in close. I had no fucking idea if this room was bugged so I whispered in a low voice.
“I’m here as your equal. As a fully trained agent. As a female, I can’t get into the MC like you can, so you’re taking lead, but don’t forget for even a minute, that I am not beneath you.”
He gave her a panty-melting smirk.
“I don’t know, kitty, you seem to do pretty damn well being beneath me.”
With a growl, I thumped him lightly on the shoulder before turning to stalk out of the room. I was so over his attitude. However, I didn’t make it out of the office. I didn’t even make it to the door before I had his arms–his thick, strong, masculine arms–wrapping around me to pull me back against him.
“Don’t you dare throw me again.”
I shook my head with a laugh. “I won’t. I didn’t mean to last time. Scout had forced me to have my back to the room, so I was on edge already, then you surprised me. I really did just follow my instincts. I truly am sorry about it.”
He chuffed. “Yeah, sure you are. Anyhow, I’m serious about you moving in, and not just so I can fuck you whenever I feel like it. It’ll be easier to keep up with each other’s intel, and other stuff too. Also, I live between Mac and Eagle. Neither of their old ladies know about our connection to the feds, so you need to keep quiet around them with it. But it won’t raise any eyebrows if Mac and Eagle are hanging out at my place.”
Some of my anger lifted and I softened against him. He started rubbing his palms up and down my arms and more of my anger dissipated at his gentle touch.
“You could have led with that explanation, you know?”
He nibbled up my ear. “Nah, than I would have missed out on you throwing your little snit. You’re fucking adorable when you’re riled up, babe.”
I stiffened, ready to give him another mouthful when he chuckled low near my ear.
“As cute as it is, I wouldn’t recommend you throw another snit right now, kitty. Or I’ll have you bent over that couch with my cock back inside you. Then Nitro will be shitty with us both.”
“If you get me fired, I will revoke the ‘no throwing you again’ thing.”
With a laugh he reached past me, unlocked the door and opened it. Then he gave my ass a tap as I walked out.
Infuriating man.
I finger combed my hair down as we walked down the hallway. When we came out, the place was a lot busier and I rushed to help out at the bar. Nitro gave me a smirk.
“Feeling refreshed, sugar?”
“Something like that.”
My cheeks burned hot when he started laughing, along with several others around him. Guess Taz got his wish and they all knew he’d done me right. Bastard.
CHAPTER 10
Taz
After sending a quick message off to Mac and Eagle, I left the bar and headed home. If I stayed, I knew I’d be dragging Flick back to the office every chance I got and then Nitro might really fire her, or kick me out on my ass. It was better for all if I just left now. Plus, it gave me a chance to chat with my brothers.
The ride home helped clear my head from Flick, because damn that woman was like some kind of super-addictive drug that knocked down my brain function to only cover the bare basics. By the time I parked my bike in the garage and headed into the house, Eagle and Mac were waiting on my back deck for me. I grabbed a few bottles of beer on my way out there to join them.
“Your women coming over too?”
They both shook their heads. “Pregnancy makes for early nights. Apparently growing a tiny human sucks the life out of the mother.”
With that comment, Mac swallowed half his bottle in one go.
Eagle chuckled. “It gets better, slightly. But yeah, this late is well past bed time for my girl too. We’re free to talk about whatever you want, brother.”
While the first part of that comment was directed to Mac, Eagle had held my gaze for the last part. Following Mac’s lead, I downed half my beer in one go.
“We all knew we couldn’t get away with just ignoring them, right?”
Mac cursed low before speaking. “Spill it, brother. What are we looking at?”
“Flick’s one of them. Says they know you two are lost to them, but apparently they still have hope for me. They sent her in to be my partner. And being my girlfriend is the way they recommended she go, so she set up a couple of meetings where the club would see us together to give it some weight.”
“So she played you.”
“Yeah, Eagle. She fucking played me like a damn fiddle.”
I scrubbed my palm over my head, then with a sigh, drained the rest of my beer.
“What do they want from you? Do they still want info on the Charons?”
Before I answered Mac, I went and grabbed us another round of beers from the kitchen fridge. I honestly had no fucking clue what to do with this situation. Because every time I got near Flick, I lost my fucking head. After handing the cold bottles around, I sat back down.
“Keep in mind she told me this shit this morning. Before we had church.” I paused again to take a mouthful of beer. “Seems the feds have worked out that all three of us have settled in here and won’t rat on our club, but they also know that the Satan’s Cowboys have taken an interest in the Charons lately, and the Feds want the Cowboys.”
Eagle blew out a breath. “Fuck, man.”
Mac’s gaze narrowed. “What did she threaten if you refuse?”
“We’ll all get arrested, our covers will be blown, and the club will be told we were here to report on them. Basically, reading between the lines, they’ll lie through their teeth to someone who’ll get word to Scout or Bulldog that we ratted on the Charons, and all three of us will end up in the ground.”
Mac’s fingers went white with how hard he gripped the bottle in his hand. “This is all total bullshit. So much for the FBI being the fucking good guys. They’d throw us under the bus like that?”
Eagle shifted in his seat. “Honestly? After that shit they pulled with the mob? Then again with Zara? I’m sadly not surprised they would. Just because we’re Marines who risked our asses to keep America safe, doesn’t give us any kind of special treatment from the Bureau.”
I scoffed as I remembered something else Flick had told me. “Flick said our old handler was dirty, that he was the leak. And that he’s been missing since all that shit went down with the Iron Hammers. Seems the bloke’s been missing for three months now.”
Mac laughed and took another drink. “Yeah, and the feds had just the one leak. Load of bullshit. But seriously, what the fuck are we gonna do here?”
I shrugged. “Not much to decide, really. We need to keep our ears to the ground and if we hear something we can pass on that won’t come back and bite us in the ass, I’ll pass it on. But if this gun shit goes through, I’m gonna be in the fucking firing line. No pun intended. If I buy out Gus, and we start handling guns for the Cowboys through the back of the shop, it’s my neck on the fucking block if the feds bust it wide open.” I took another swig of my beer. “Oh, and I’ve told Flick she needs to move in with me if she’s serious about this partner thing.”
That final statement was greeted with silence. I glanced at my two best friends and they were both staring at me with their mouths wide open.
“What the fuck, you two?”
Eagle winced, then ran a hand through his long black hair that declared his Native American heritage loud and clear. “We all know she doesn’t have to move in to make this shit work. You forget how long we’ve known you, brother. You don’t do live-in lovers, and I can’t see you taking one on willingly just because Uncle Sam suggested it. What’s really going on between the two of you?”
When I stayed silent be
cause I couldn’t fucking work out how to answer, the pair of them started chuckling, so I growled at the bastards.
“Quit fucking laughing. It’s all your bloody fault, anyway.”
I continued to sip my beer as my two mates laughed their asses off at me. Just as I was contemplating turning the hose on them, Mac settled down enough to speak again.
“Wait. So it’s our fault you want to settle down? Like it’s contagious or some shit? And you just grabbed the first available female once the feeling hit? Because, if that were the case, you’d have shacked up with one of the club whores already. You’ve got all of them addicted to your cock at this point. Crook your finger and you’d have them falling over themselves to be your old lady.”
Eagle slapped his thigh. “I know what it is! He’s into her because she put him on his ass. You’re such a masochist. It got you all up in knots when you finally met a woman who didn’t trip over your shit to suck your dick, but instead–literally–put you on your ass.”
That set them both off again and I sighed. What was the saying? Something about with friends like this, who needs enemies?
“Fuck off, the pair of ya.”
With that I stood and went to the hose hanging neatly near the tap at the edge of my porch. Turning it on, I sprayed my supposed buddies.
“Pick on me in my own fucking house, while drinking my beer, will ya?”
Now I was the one laughing as I watched the pair of them jump up and run for their own homes, screeching like a pair of bloody galahs. Storing the hose, I headed for the door. A check of my watch told me it was still hours from Flick finishing her shift at the bar. Once I had the empties in the bin and the back door locked up, I decided to head to bed. I’d gotten very little sleep the past two nights and with all the alarms I had rigged up around my house, I’d get woken the moment Flick came anywhere near me. That, and if she did turn up, I was going to need some energy to deal with her.
