by Khloe Wren
“Quit laughing, woman. It’s all your fault. It’s been a long fucking week. I missed you.”
“So, no visits to your fan club at clubhouse after I left?”
She was trying to sound like she was joking, but I could hear the fear in her voice. I twisted around so I could look her in the eye.
“Flick, you’re it for me. I doubt I could even get hard for another woman anymore. I sure as fuck had no desire to go fuck some club whore while you were gone.”
Not when I was too fucking busy pining after her like some lovesick fool. But I kept that thought to myself.
With a gentle smile, she leaned up and kissed my cheek.
“Good to hear. Now, let’s get moving. I’m nervous what’ll happen at the clubhouse. Are you sure it’s a good idea to meet Scout there? I really don’t want to get locked up again.”
I gave her thigh a squeeze before I slid my key in, ready to start my bike.
“That won’t happen, babe. He told you to pick where your loyalty lies, you have. With us, so everything will work out fine. Not telling him you’re back, now that will probably get us both locked up.”
With that, I revved the engine and took off toward the clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what Scout would say either, but if he tried to lock my woman up again, it wouldn’t end well. I’d fight for her. Hopefully it would help that she was wearing her cut. That thought had me smiling as I pulled into the clubhouse lot. My old lady was wearing my patch and sitting right behind me on my bike. Life didn’t get much better than that.
Being a Sunday morning, there were quite a few bikes in the lot. Guess the party last night had been a big one. Thankfully, Scout’s was one of them. I’d rung him this morning while Flick got dressed. I’d needed the distraction, or I’d never have let her cover up. He told me to bring her over as soon as we were ready. So, here we were.
I took her hand in mine as we walked over to the entrance, which was being manned by one of the newer prospects. I gave him a nod before pushing my way inside. I winced at what Flick must think of the sight that greeted us. Damn, clearly it had, indeed, been a big night last night. A few of my brothers were sleeping on couches with naked, or nearly naked, chicks draped over them. Not all were asleep, either. Nope, Keg was awake and getting a morning fuck. The naked club whore was kneeling on the couch, Keg behind her, pounding her ass good. Her mouth was busy taking Tiny’s cock. The big man had his hands wrapped in her bleached blonde hair, forcing her to take his full length on each stroke.
Funny, a month ago, it would have been me waking up like that after a big night. Now, I couldn’t imagine anything worse. For the first time in my entire life, I was a one-woman man, and perfectly happy about it. I pulled Flick in close and took her lips, kissing her deep and dominating her mouth. I wanted to fuck her again. Running my palm down, I gripped her ass through her jeans.
“You should have worn a skirt, babe.”
With a chuckle she pulled away, shaking her head. “No way. Not today. Whenever I wear a skirt, you fuck me all day long and today we have some serious shit to do before we can get back to that.” She paused, running her gaze around the room. “So, this shit is normal, huh?”
I shrugged and took her hand back in mine as I started walking toward Scout’s office.
“Pretty much, for a Sunday morning, anyhow. Saturday nights can get pretty wild.”
“Yet, you chose to stay home and drink rather than come party...”
I squeezed her hand but didn’t say a word. I wasn’t going there with her right now. No way. After a quick knock, I pushed the door open and with a smirk, pulled Flick behind me. She didn’t need to see this.
“Sorry, prez, I thought I gave you enough warning with the phone call.”
Scout had a pretty little naked thing on her knees giving him a morning blow job. He pulled her off his dick, helped her stand, then teased her tits for a moment before he turned her away from him and with a slap to her ass, told her to get going. Without an ounce of shame, she strolled past, running a heated gaze over me and a glare at Flick, who naturally hadn’t stayed behind me.
Scout simply grinned at us as he tucked himself back into his pants. “What can I say? Now you’re off the market, we all gotta step up to fill the void you left, brother.”
I flipped him the bird before I pulled up a seat in front of his desk, and tugged Flick to sit in my lap. She came willingly and something deep inside me settled when she wrapped an arm behind my neck and made herself comfortable on my lap.
Scout was still smirking at me—bastard—before he shook his head and sighed.
“Okay, so, Flick? I gather because you’re here and wearing Taz’s patch, you’ve left your previous employment?”
“Yes, sir.”
Scout cut her off with a wave of his hand. “You can cut that shit out. Call me Scout.”
I tried not to smile when her cheeks reddened. My tough chick didn’t get flustered often, but Scout had managed to do it.
“Ah, okay. Yes, Scout. I’ve quit and left the FBI for good.”
“And what reason did you give them for leaving? Are they going to attempt to come rescue you from us?”
She shook her head. “They didn’t respond to my distress call when the Cowboys took me. I was very articulate in my displeasure over that one. They are also aware that I found my brother at the Satan’s Cowboys clubhouse while being held there, and that I’d never do anything to risk him. I told them I was moving to Bridgewater, so it’s safe to assume they know I’m here with Taz and with the Charons. I can’t see them bothering to rescue me now when they didn’t bother to do so when I actually needed it.”
I stroked my palm up and down her thigh as she’d spoken, wishing she’d worn a bloody skirt. Her skin felt so much better than denim.
“Okay, and what do you plan to do now you’re here? I realize Taz will do his best to keep you locked up so he can fuck you all day and night, but in case you’re actually looking for some work to do, what are your plans?”
“Fuck off, Scout.”
He raised his eyebrow at me. “What? Don’t think I can’t see what you’re thinking right now. And it ain’t got nothing to do with her gaining paid fucking employment.”
I frowned when Flick stood and took a seat in the chair next to me.
“What the fuck, babe?”
“Maybe if I’m over here, you can stop thinking about sex for a minute. Maybe.”
She said it with the sweetest smile that made sure I was definitely thinking about fucking her now. Dammit.
CHAPTER 24
Flick
Before Taz could respond, I turned my attention back to Scout. “I was planning on going to see my uncle once we finish here. He told me when I last saw him, that if I wanted to make my life here in Bridgewater, he’d take me on at the shop.”
Scout nodded, but I could see he had other things in mind.
“If you wanted to keep doing a night or two per week at Styxx, I’m sure Nitro would appreciate it. And I believe Mac would love your help with his self-defense for women classes. But, that’s up to you. Just let me know if you want either one.”
At the mention of the classes, I sat up straighter. I’d really liked what Mac was doing with those classes.
“I’d love to help out Mac with the classes, but I would just be assisting him. He’s doing a great job and I have no intention of trying to take over. I’m not sure about the bar. It was fun, but let me talk to Uncle Gus first. This heart attack is going to slow him down for quite a while, and I think he’s going to need me more than he realizes at the moment.”
Scout nodded. “Mac will soon tell you if you piss him off. Well, he’ll probably bitch to Taz about it, then you’ll hear about it from your man. Either way, you’ll know. Do either of you know how long before Gus will be back in the shop?”
“Initially the doctor told me it would be two to four weeks for him to return to work. But since he runs his own business, I’m guessing he’s already trying to
get back into the shop.”
I glanced to Taz.
“Yeah, he’s tried to come in to work and I keep sending his ass home. Crazy bastard won’t ever get better if he pushes himself too hard this early on.”
I nodded, not surprised. “Hopefully with me in town helping to look after everything, he can relax and focus on getting better.”
Scout nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Alrighty, you two get going and sort it all out, let me know what the verdict is. Oh, and, Flick, we’re hosting some of the Cowboys this weekend. Including your brother—”
Taz jerked in his seat as though he’d been shot, cutting off Scout. “Why the fuck is this the first I’m hearing about this?”
Scout smirked at him. “Because you’ve been sulking around all fucking week.” Then his expression turned serious. “And your boys told me you’d need this weekend off for personal reasons. So, we let you be. Actually, I need to thank you, Flick. Now you’ve returned, I can get back to tormenting Taz. Every time I’ve tried to mess with him lately, I’m left feeling like I’ve kicked a fucking wounded puppy or some shit. Takes the fun right out of it.”
Taz’s posture had tensed at the mention of needing the weekend off, so I followed Scout’s lead to lighten the mood, and get the conversation away from it.
“Well, considering what, or rather who, my brother is probably doing right now, I think I’d rather leave seeing him until later. Can you tell him to head over to our uncle’s place? I want to spend the afternoon with Uncle Gus, and I’m sure he’d love to see Andrew.”
“Stone. At least here at the clubhouse, you need to call him Stone. None of us go by our given names in the MC world, darlin’.”
I shook my head. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, so used to him being Andrew. That’s gonna take some getting used to.”
Scout stood and Taz and I followed his lead. At the door to his office, he gave me a hug, leaning in to whisper in my ear.
“Thank you for choosing my brother. He needs you more than you know, Flick.”
I smiled and whispered back. “After last night, I think I do know.”
Taz frowned at us, but I wasn’t going to say anything if Scout wasn’t. With a smile, I leaned up and kissed his mouth briefly.
“C’mon, caveman, let’s head out. Uncle Gus will be happy to hear I’m moving back for good, don’t you think?”
“What were you two whispering about?”
“Nothing for you to worry about, brother. I’ll tell Stone to head over when I see him. And talk to Silk or Zara about tonight. Got another club barbecue going on. And don’t worry, it’s a family one, so the club whores will be back in their box for it.”
I cringed at his word choice, but didn’t say anything as I followed Taz out toward the front. The chick from the threesome we’d walked in on, was now kneeling in front of a different biker, sucking his cock. Busy girl. The man seemed to like her skills. His head was thrown back as he held her by her hair, and thrust up into her mouth. As Taz dragged me past, a second man came up behind the chick, and after lifting her so she was on all fours, unzipped his pants and slammed his cock in deep. The chick was clearly into all the attention, considering her moans and grunts, and it was strangely arousing to watch.
“Don’t even think about it, kitty.”
Shaking my attention away from the live porn show, I followed Taz outside.
“Not think what?”
“I’m not ever gonna fucking share you, so no matter how curious you are, it ain’t happening.”
I laughed. “Just because I was a little mesmerized at the sight, doesn’t mean I want to be in her place, Taz. Put your caveman back in his box.”
He growled and backed me up against the side of the building. His lips crashed down over mine as he took me over. With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him have his way. I loved how he kissed me, like he couldn’t get enough and wanted to inhale me.
By the time he pulled back, I was putty in his hands. He’d melted my brain completely.
“See? This is why you need to be wearing a fucking skirt, babe. I want in you so bad right now.”
I leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth before nuzzling in against his throat.
“And that’s why I’m not wearing one. We have things to do, and giving the prospects out front a show, isn’t on that particular to-do list.”
At that, Taz snapped his head to glance over toward the yard, and confirmed that, sure enough, we’d collected a small audience.
“Fuckers.”
Grabbing my hand, he dragged me over to his bike. I tried not to laugh, but he was being adorably possessive. Settling behind his large body felt so natural, like coming home. The vibration of the bike beneath me when he started it was soothing, as was the way he’d pat my hands or thighs as we rode. I rested my cheek against his back with a contented sigh as we rode through town.
All too soon, we stopped outside Uncle Gus’s house and reluctantly, I slid off and stretched out my legs as Taz dismounted. He took my hand again before we made our way toward the house.
“You know, I’m not going to disappear if you let go of me, right?”
With a growl, he tightened his grip but didn’t comment.
“Caveman.”
Uncle Gus was sitting on an old rocking chair on the porch watching us with a smile. Taz pulled me in front of him after we climbed the stairs, allowing me to go to my uncle first. I moved in to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Hey Uncle Gus, how you feeling?”
“Feeling a little better every day. So, you came back, after all.”
His gaze took in my clothes with a frown. Taz came to stand behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Hey, Gus. So, good news for us. Flick’s moving to Bridgewater for good.”
He nodded in a way that made me think he was deep in thought. “If that’s what you really want, I’m happy to have you closer.”
I leaned back against Taz. “Of course this is what I really want. Although, I am kinda left without a job with my sudden move and all. If you needed a hand with the shop and range, I’d love to help out.”
He laughed, then coughed. “Damn. Don’t make me laugh.” He paused to take a few breaths before continuing. “Ah, that would be great, sweetheart. Taz has been keeping it running for me, since the damn doc won’t clear me to work yet. So you can help him out with it all. I like the idea of making it a family business. I gather you two are together?”
“Damn straight. Never letting her outta my sight again.”
Uncle Gus’s lips twitched, but he held off the laugh this time.
“Son, I told you not to make me laugh. No way in hell you’re gonna be able to lock this one up. Even as a kid, Flick could never be contained, or told what to do.
“Now, that I believe.”
I glared over my shoulder at Taz for agreeing, but couldn’t stay mad. Not when he was watching me like he wanted to devour me. Again. Suddenly, spending time with Gus didn’t seem so important, not when I could be having a lazy Sunday in bed with Taz.
“Right, well, we’ve got some more errands to run today. I’ll come back tomorrow and stay longer. Oh, and Andrew might come to see you later. He’s in town visiting. And apparently we have to call him Stone now. Bikers and their nicknames.”
I rolled my eyes and my uncle shook his head while Taz growled. With a shrug, I gave my uncle another peck on the cheek before I let Taz take my hand and lead me back toward his bike. Once we were standing near his bike, he handed me my helmet.
“Why the sudden urge to leave, babe? I thought you wanted to spend all afternoon here.”
Once I had my helmet on, I moved to press my body up against his, running my palms under his cut, up his torso and over his muscular chest.
“Well, I remembered what I could be doing if we were back at your place.”
“Ah, right. Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets. And it’s not my place, kitty. It’s ours now.”
; Warmth spread through my chest as he gave me a fast, hard kiss. He pulled his lips from mine way too soon, in my opinion, and I stood staring up at him for a moment.
“Have you any idea how much I love you?”
His grip on me tightened as a wide grin spread over his face.
“That’s a good thing, babe. Because I’m fucking crazy in love with you, too.”
Then he gave me what I wanted, a nice long, deep kiss that left me squirming for more.
Taz
After spending the entire afternoon naked with Flick, I somehow managed to find the will to put clothes back on me, and her, and take her over to the clubhouse for the barbecue. After returning from Gus’ house, I’d grabbed Eagle and Mac to give me a hand bringing in all of Flick’s stuff, and they told me that the Satan’s Cowboys were heading home in the morning, so tonight was a send-off for them.
After finally locating that damn bunker last week, this weekend the Cowboys had sent a small team down to clean it up and get it ready to be used. I wasn’t entirely sure about the hows or whens, but I figured we’d be seeing more of the Cowboys, for a while, at least. Looking over to where Flick stood chatting with Stone, I decided that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I knew what losing a sibling felt like, and I was so fucking happy that Flick had found her brother alive and well. I’d hate for her to have to suffer like I had over the years.
Although, I had to admit that today that pain seemed a little less. As the day had passed, I remembered a few little snippets from last night, and the way Flick had handled my shit was amazing. Thanks to having her curled up next to me all night, I’d had a blissful, dream-free sleep. Now that my hangover was settling down, I was actually feeling pretty fucking good about life.
Because I had an old lady.
Who loved me.
Fuck, I was turning into a sap. Strangely enough, I didn’t really care. Not if it meant I had Flick in my life. I grunted when a large hand smacked my shoulder.
“Good to see you could stop screwing your old lady long enough to make it, brother.”
“Says the man who had to pull a chick off his cock to meet with me and my old lady this morning.”
