by Harley Stone
“What?!” I ground out. Another of Noah’s victims had been hiding at the station and nobody had told me?
“Uh… You didn’t know?”
“No. Of course not. Why would anyone feel like that’s something the attorney needs to know? It’s not like I have to interview her and prepare her for court and a lawsuit or anything. How long have you guys had her here?”
Wasp had been steadily backing away. He looked from side to side and said, “I don’t think I should answer that question.”
That just pissed me off more. “Why would Link keep her from me?” I asked.
Wasp shrugged, taking another step back. “I don’t know. But I’m sure he has a good reason.”
Before I could dig deeper, the big buff blond beefcake of a chicken turned and fled down the stairs.
Fuming, I hurried out the front door of the station, not knowing or caring if Bull or anyone else was following me. Link was perched on top of his motorcycle which was parked beside my car. I paused in front of him, trying to form the sentences necessary to verbally rip him a new one for not telling me about Candice. Why would he hold out on me like that? Candice could have given me information I needed for the case. I should have interviewed her the second he brought her to the station.
Link’s eyebrows shot up, as if daring me to question his manly methods and knuckle-dragging ways. I opened my mouth to tell him all about himself and decided I was way too pissed to hold an intelligent conversation. Instead, I slipped into my car, locked the doors, and started it up. I expected him to beat on my window and demand entry, but he popped his helmet on and fired up his bike instead. When I pulled out of the parking lot, he followed.
As I drove, I kept wondering why he hadn’t told me about Candice. Trust issues? He had sought me out (after doing a stalkerish amount of homework on me, might I add) and hired me to represent Havoc. Did he think the mayor had somehow bought me off? Was that the real reason he was pissed about our lunch meeting?
Rain sprinkled my windshield. I flicked on the wipers and glanced at Link in my rearview mirror, hoping the raindrops pelted his skin and hurt a little. Not a lot, just enough to annoy the crap out of him, kind of like how he was annoying me. And confusing me. One minute he was calling me a queen and practically shoving me onto a throne, and the next he was keeping necessary case information from me.
Why?
Pulling into my garage, I fobbed the door closed so he couldn’t follow, and hurried into the house. If Link really wanted to come in after me, I had a feeling he could. But my doors were locked, so it would be breaking and entering, and I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t call the cops. He must have known I was pissed, because he stayed outside and gave me the space and time I needed to throw together my clothes and toiletries for the next few days.
Who knew how long I’d have to stay at the station?
Well, not too long since Mayor Kinlan had moved up the case.
Then it hit me like a load of bricks. I’d told Link the mayor would be requesting all my information on the case. That information would include any witnesses we would be putting on the stand, which hadn’t been a big deal at the time since I had nothing, but now...
“Shit,” I breathed, shaking my head at my own stupidity. “He wasn’t keeping her from me. He was protecting her from the mayor.”
The walls of my house didn’t respond, but I felt the judgment of the universe settle on my shoulders. He knew I’d turn over the information and the mayor would try to get to Candice.
Thank God I hadn’t flipped out at Link when I’d had the chance.
Temper cooling, I finished packing and headed back to the station. Link stayed in my rearview mirror. Now that I no longer wanted to pelt him with a thousand pesky rain drops, he had me once again twisted up inside. Between his commitment to the club and its causes, his desire to see justice done, and his overprotective borderline obsessive behavior, he was easily the most complicated man I knew. He was sexy, funny, smart, kind, and scary, and every time I thought of him, my chest squeezed.
He’d gotten in my head and in my heart, and I wanted him to stay there, twisting up my feelings and making my panties wet.
We parked, and he wheeled his bike into the station before coming back out to take my bag. “You still pissed at me?” he asked.
I shook my head. “You were protecting her from the mayor’s reciprocal discovery. That’s why you didn’t tell me about her.”
He pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “I was protecting both of you. You have a duty to disclose information on the case, but I know you’d want to keep her safe, and I didn’t want to put you in that position. I swear, I wanted to tell you about her, but this was best.”
As much as I hated it, he was right. If our roles were reversed, I would have done the same thing. “I know.”
With my bag in one hand he draped the other arm over my shoulders tugged me toward the station. “Come on. I’ll show you to my room.”
“Now if that doesn’t sound like a loaded invitation.”
“Oh, trust me, babe, it is.”
Link led me to a giant suite on the second floor. A partial wall separated the small living space (furnished with a table, two chairs, a sofa, a minifridge, and a television) from the bedroom area (dominated by a king-sized bed, matching nightstands, and a dresser). The floors were hardwood, the furniture looked sturdy and well-made, and the color scheme was earthy, heavy with browns and beiges. It was clean, masculine, efficient, and screamed of my sexy biker.
“You live here full-time?” I asked.
“Yep. Been meaning to buy a place, but there’s no point. I spend most of my time here and not having a house payment has freed me up to invest in the bar next door. The club owns it now, which enables us to put even more vets to work.”
He’d put aside his own wants to further the mission of the club. Although I wasn’t surprised, it increased my respect and admiration for him.
“Bathroom’s through that door,” Link said, pointing. “Walk-in-closet through that one. I cleared out the top drawer of the dresser for you.”
Surprisingly sweet, but also a little strange. No way could he have known Lily would want me here. “I don’t want to put you out, Link. I can stay in one of the other rooms.”
He tossed my bag on the bed and closed the distance between us. “Not fuckin’ likely.” He kissed my cheek, my chin, my lips. “I’ve wanted to get you in my room since the first time I talked to you.”
I glanced around his space. “I bet you tell all the ladies that.”
“Nope. Naomi’s the only one who’s been in here, and she doesn’t count.”
“And Naomi’s your sister, right? The one you said is in the Air Force.”
He nodded. “She’ll be home in about six months and you’ll get to meet her. But enough about that. Unpack. Get comfortable. Let me know if you need anything.”
Wondering if I’d heard him correctly, I asked, “You’re telling me that other than your sister, you’ve never had a woman in your room?”
“Nope. Not in my room, not on my bike. Some things are sacred, babe.”
While the implications of that statement settled in my mind and chest, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, nuzzling my neck.
“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said, releasing me. “You want one?”
My entire body was humming, and my stomach was doing somersaults. Alcohol sounded more like a necessity than a want. “Sure. Thanks.”
Link headed toward the minifridge while I went to my bag and started pulling clothes out. I was setting the first pile into the top drawer of Link’s dresser when he reached around me and snagged something from the top. Holding it by the straps, he eyed the red satin slip and then looked at me.
“Damn.”
He looked hungry. Ferocious. It made my girly bits quiver and my legs turn to rubber.
“I gotta go check on a couple things downstairs and you should probably let the girls kno
w you’re here. I’ll be done in an hour, max, and when I get back I want you wearing this.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he set my beer on top of the dresser and walked out.
Link
I HAD BROTHERS to talk to, staff to schedule, all kinds of shit to do, and all I could think about was Emily in my room, wearing nothing but that goddamn red slip. Just imagining the way it would hug her curves and come just below her fine ass made it almost impossible for me to focus as I worked with Wasp to set up security.
After security was set, we went next door to check on the Copper Penny. The place was hopping, the alcohol was flowing, and the staff was working their asses off.
“They need help,” I said.
“Yep,” Wasp agreed. “Want me to send over the recruits?”
I nodded. “That’d be good.” The new guys could bus tables and shit. It’d be good for them. “Except Bull. Poor kid’s not old enough.”
Wasp paused by the bar. “You wanna hang out and have a beer?” he asked.
I leveled a stare at him. “You saw what I have waiting for me in my room, right? What the fuck do you think?”
He laughed. “I think you’re whipped, brother.”
“Wanna take this outside and I’ll show you who’s whipped?” I joked.
“Nah, man.” He waved me off. “You’d end up in the hospital, and she’d be up there all alone. She’s likely to find all your dirty little secrets and use them against you in a court of law. Damn, she’s fine, though.”
“She’s more than fine. She’s a damn good woman, Wasp.”
“Uh-oh. That sounds serious.” He waved a hand to get the bartender’s attention.
“It is. I’ll catch you later, brother.”
When I finally made it back to the room, Emily was fully clothed sitting on my sofa with her feet kicked up on my coffee table reading a Playboy.
Not exactly how I’d expected to find her. Disappointed, but suspecting she was up to something, I asked, “That mine or yours?”
“Yours. Found it in your coffee table, but don’t worry, I’m only reading it for the articles.” She turned it sideways, clearly checking out the centerfold.
“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” I asked.
“Hysterical. Don’t you?”
“Nope. Not one little bit. I think you’re disobedient.”
She dropped the magazine on the coffee table with a gasp. “No! Say it isn’t so.”
Smartass. “I thought I told you to be wearing that red slip when I returned.”
She shrugged. “Did you really expect me to make it easy for you? Oh, Tyler, you should know me better than that by now.”
Goddamn, she loved to push my buttons. Adjusting my stiffening cock, I said, “That’s okay. I know how to get you out of your clothes.”
I headed for the sofa, but she jumped backwards over the armrest, putting it between us.
“Wait.” She held up her hands. “I think we should make this interesting. Maybe play for it?”
Now that piqued my interest. “Play what?”
She pointed at the deck of cards on my table. “Poker. For clothes.”
“You want to play strip poker with me?” I asked.
She stood straight, hands on her hips. “More like against you.”
Laughing, I shook my head. She was so fucking adorable sometimes.
“What’s wrong? Is the big bad biker afraid I’ll kick his ass?”
Not even a little bit. “Poker will take too long, and I want you naked now. How about war?”
We negotiated and ended up playing war for clothes and drinks. High card won, low card had to shed a piece of clothing and take a swig of beer. Winner would be awarded the ultimate prize, which was yet to be determined. We began. She won the first round, I won the second. By the eighth hand, I realized she was wearing two pairs of socks. She lost the ninth round and tugged off her shirt to reveal the sexy little red slip I’d asked her to wear.
Goddamn cheater. Truth be told, I was impressed. “Just how many clothes did you put on, darlin’?”
“Are you asking if I planned this?” she asked. “If I… cheated by wearing the slip you asked me to wear?”
“You got a lot more clothes on than that slip,” I noted.
“I was cold.” She shrugged. “Flip.”
We flipped over the next set of cards and I lost my pants and took a drink. I was down to my T-shirt, cut, and boxers while Emily still had her slip, bra, panties, jeans, and one sock to go.
Her gaze drifted up my now bare legs to my boxers, where things were starting to get a little chubby. I gave myself a couple of strokes through the thin material for her benefit. “Like what you see, babe?”
She grinned. “Yes. I very much like the sight of myself winning. Flip.”
I took off my cut and folded it over the back of the sofa.
“Flip.”
She lost her fourth and final sock.
“Flip.”
Emily stood, pinched her zipper, and slowly slid her jeans down, wiggling her fine ass as she went. Then she turned around, giving me an eyeful of lacy panties before setting her jeans beside my cut and letting the red slip fall into place. The front of my boxers stood out like a tent in response.
“You’re gonna pay for that, sweet cheeks,” I said.
“Nope.” She settled back onto her seat. “I’m going to win, and then I’m going to make you pay. Flip.”
Holy shit I needed to win, because I wanted to put my cock right into that sassy mouth of hers. Instead, I lost my shirt.
“Down to your boxers, huh?” she asked, her gaze raking over my chest. “How… unfortunate for you. Flip.”
She got low card, so she hooked her fingers behind her back, slid down the straps and removed her bra, tossing it on the sofa. All without removing the slip
“This could go either way, you know?” I asked.
She sauntered her exquisite derriere over to the fridge and grabbed us each another beer.
Next, she lost her panties.
We were each down to one article of clothing and had split a six-pack in a matter of maybe fifteen minutes. We both flipped over the final card. I had a jack of spades, and she, very appropriately, had a queen of hearts.
Her gaze turned downright predatory as she checked me out. “Take off the boxers, Tyler,” she demanded.
I slowly slid them down, stroking myself a couple of times for good measure.
“Sit down,” she said. “And keep your hands off the merchandise. To the winner goes the spoils.”
Emily used my belt to strap my hands to the back of the chair. I let her do it, which surprised the hell out of me. Truth was, I trusted her far more than I’d ever trusted any woman. Hell, I trusted her like I trusted Havoc or Wasp. And, if my being tied up was what she wanted, so fucking be it.
Still, old habits die hard, so I flexed and made sure I could break free of my bonds if I needed to. I could, but didn’t bother telling Emily.
As I sat there contained, she ran her fingers gently over my body, down my torso, occasionally stopping to kiss or nip at me. By the time she reached my cock, the head was soaked, and I was thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck her. She licked me clean before fanning her tongue out across my base and running it up my shaft in long, slow strokes. I wanted to be in her mouth, which she seemed to know because every time she’d get to the head, she’d pause and look at me. She’d open her mouth like she was about to finally let it slip between her lips, then she’d smile sweetly and lick me again.
“You’re gonna pay for this,” I said. “All of it.”
“Don’t make me sit on your face to shut you up,” she replied.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”
“Too bad, because I won, so we’re doing things my way.”
She stood in front of me, ran her hand under her slip, and started massaging her pussy. At least that’s what I’m guessing she was doing, because I couldn’t see shit. B
ut she closed her eyes and started moaning.
“At least let me watch,” I said.
Instead, she slid her slick fingers from beneath her slip and plunged them into my mouth. I sucked the wetness off her, only getting hornier by the second.
“All you get is a taste. For now. But in a moment, I’m going to fuck you,” she said.
Her hand went back under her slip. The other hand played with a nipple, rubbing, pinching, driving me crazy because I couldn’t do anything but watch.
Finally, Emily tugged her slip over her head, revealing her incredible body.
“I want you to hold still,” she said, closing the small distance between us. “I’m going to ride you, and you are going to sit there and not move. Understand?”
I nodded.
She straddled me, hovering above my lap, putting her tits right in my face. Using my dick like it was her own personal toy, she stroked her folds and played with her clit. Part of me wanted to break free and bend her over the sofa, but watching her use me to pleasure herself was a serious turn on. When she finished playing, she lined me up with her entrance and took my cock deep inside her with a gasp. Caught up in the sight of her tits in my face and the feel of her tight pussy spreading around me, I broke the rules and started to move. She pinched my nipples.
“Ouch!”
“Hold still,” she said. “I won, Link. I get to fuck you.”
“Okay. I’ll stay still.”
“See that you do.”
She gripped my shoulders and began to slide up and down my cock to her own slow rhythm. I caught one of her nipples between my lips and started sucking and nibbling on it as she moaned and moved faster.
I released her nipple to tell her how fucking awesome she felt.
She shoved her other nipple into my mouth. “Suck and get me off,” she demanded.
I did as I was told, and she dug her nails into my shoulders, riding me harder. She flew up and down my dick until her walls contracted and she came undone in my lap. Hair mussed, lips swollen, a sheen covering her naked body, it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. I tugged my hands free of my belt and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my chest.
