by Debra Kayn
Chapter Twenty Four
The door clicked, locking Kurt in the weight room of the club. He continued punching the bag and glanced at Risa. Early this morning, she'd come up with the perfect distraction on how to limit Los Li's power, but she also knew he'd shoot her idea down.
Unless she could convince him otherwise.
She held onto the hope that she could change his mind.
Putting on her best stripper moves, she walked around the room, trailing her hand along the bar, the weights, the bench, leaning over and giving him a peek at her breasts.
The steady pa-duh, pa-duh of his fist hitting the leather-weighted bag set the tempo. She swung her leg out and straddled the bench. "You're uptight."
He continued hitting, but his eyes flicked toward her. She tilted her head and smiled. "I could help you relax."
His hands dropped to his sides. His chest heaved from the exertion of the workout. His tired eyes focused on her.
She planted her hands on the bench between her bare thighs. "Please?"
Kurt pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, releasing his hard cock. "Take the edge off, angel."
His balls grew tighter. Her eyelids lowered and she smiled. Even though she'd come down to watch him work out and she had an alternative purpose, she couldn't deny the jolt of pleasure at having him naked and hard in front of her. No matter where or when, she was always ready for him.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and looked up. He caressed her cheek. A possessive need came over her as she leaned into his touch. This was her man, and she wanted to help him. He'd given her so much, and she wanted to return the favor.
He had to see that she was willing to do anything for him. Even strip.
"Love you, Angel." He grasped his hardness in his hand and put his cock in front of her mouth.
She moistened her lips, wrapping her hand around the smooth, thick root of his dick. His hips surged forward, and she licked the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth.
Wanting to savor the mood, she slid her fingers along his length, while sucking slowly on him. Right that moment, she couldn’t think of anything better than taking care of Kurt.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her head. She opened her mouth wider, taking more of him. He arched his back, and pitched his hips forward. A shiver crawled down her spine and settled between her legs.
He grunted and pulled her hair. Enough pressure to bring her to her feet. Backing her up to the wall, he braced her against the hard surface. “Need more, angel. I want to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, standing. She pulled a condom out of the pocket of her shorts. "I came prepared."
“Fuck me. You're everything," he mumbled.
He stepped back, widening his stance, and putting on the condom. "Take your shorts and panties off."
She slipped her thumbs inside the waist of her shorts and wiggled the material down her legs. He picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down on his cock. Shocked breathless at the swift pressure filling her, she stared into his eyes, gasping for breath.
She had a hard time thinking about why she'd come downstairs when he held her. His hands protected her tender skin from the rough surface of the wall. His wide stance kept her legs from slipping. Most of all, her pussy spasmed around him, loving the way he completed her.
When they were together, she was confident, loved, and whole. "Love you, my man," she whispered.
He answered her with a deep thrust. A moan came with each plunge, followed by a grunt from Kurt. She captured his mouth, muffling the noise that came from both of them. She loved this. Loved every minute of being his woman.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice thick and deep. “That’s it.”
He moved with her, grinding against her as she lifted her hips, taking the force of her own needs. She couldn't stop. Greedy and driven to orgasm, she came down hard, filling her core, and exploded in pleasure.
He held her hips, driving deep, and not stopping as he climaxed. She hung her arms over his shoulders, weak and vibrating in success.
His legs trembled, and he propped himself against the wall, pinning her to the surface. His hands continued stroking the rounded slopes of her ass. She inhaled deeply, catching her breath.
He chuckled in her ear. "Damn, angel. You're a workout. Who needs weights and a speedbag?"
"Just want to make you a better fighter." She grinned, kissing his neck. "And, I'm selfish."
"Selfish is good," He slid her down his body and held on to her while she gained her balance.
She searched the area, found her clothes, and redressed, while Kurt tossed the condom in the wastebasket in the corner of the room.
She pulled her gaze over to him pulling his shorts on. Her mouth softened, and her shoulders fell. “Do you realize how much I've grown to love Bantorus MC and everyone involved in making this club a home for everyone?”
“Talk,” he said.
“Before you, there were nights that all I could do is hug my pillow to my chest and wonder if I'll ever have what I believed to be a normal life. A family, support, acceptance." She smiled when her voiced cracked from emotion. "When you rolled into my life, you weren't normal to me. You hang around a bunch of tattooed, rough men who look like they'd rather kill me than talk with me, you've turned my employees into bitches—she laughed— but you proved that you were better than normal. You've created everything I've ever wanted, and done it the best, my man. Now, I can't imagine life without you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my insanity."
“Come here.”
She walked to him, slipped her arm around his back, and put her other hand on his stomach. Then her head met his chest. She sniffed. “I never want to lose you.”
“Hey.” He pulled back, gazing down at her. “Are you worried about tomorrow?”
“I don't want Los Li to take away what I've just found," she said.
“That ain't happening. I've got everything covered, and you'll be safe.” He kissed her and moved to open the door. He paused. “I need to shower, and then meet with everyone. I will protect my club.”
“But—”
“Risa. Nothing will happen to you or me.” He gave her a look that said the subject was closed.
She was running out of time. "Kurt, I want to strip tomorrow night. I know you said I was done with the show, and I get that. But—"
"No," he said.
"Just listen to me. You're expecting Los Li to swoop in and blow up the club tomorrow night. Even though I trust you to keep everyone safe, you're putting everyone in lockdown. Bantorus MC members, including the girls, will be shut inside the clubhouse. The militia groups who are helping you will be outside, protecting the property. Everyone will be here, clustered into one area," she said.
"I'm not going to talk about this. The plans are set," he said, motioning her to leave the weight room.
"Hold on." She put her hands on her hips. "What's your one worry about the plan?"
He heaved a sighed. "I don't have time for this."
"Make time." She waited, her determination growing.
"Not a great time to feel like talking, Risa." Kurt shut the door and shook his head. "The miners are a loose threat. We've gone out of our way to drink and talk with the miners in town, but they stand in the middle. I don't know how much control the Oman brothers have over their workers. When it comes down to job security, a man will always lean toward being able to support their family and keep a paycheck coming in. Because of that, I can't trust them. They're a wild bullet when it comes to which side they're on...Bantorus MC or Los Li."
"Right." She nodded eagerly. "That's why I need to put on my monthly show. Who will come to watch me? Who always comes and watches me?"
His jaw ticked. "The miners."
"Exactly." She smiled. "I've just eliminated your worry, and if Los Li makes their move, they'll have to do it alone, because every miner in Federal will be lusting
after the prostitute's daughter."
"Fucking bull shit." He frowned.
She laughed at the excitement building in her. For the first time, she was thankful for her choice in professions, for being the person with a reputation and a questionable past, because for the first time, being who she was worked to her advantage. It was something she never thought would happen.
"It makes sense, huh?" She approached him.
His body tensed. She ran her hands over his chest. "Go with the idea for a minute. Ignore your own reasons for me putting on the show, and think about what this means for your members."
"I can't afford to have the men go into town and leave the militia here to guard the property." He shook his head. "It won't work. I won't put anyone in jeopardy."
"Then it'll just be you and me. You say that all the time, now believe it. I'll be in town, surrounded by every man in Federal, with you by my side to make sure nothing happens. Nothing can happen without everyone being a witness. Trust your men to protect the club and themselves," she said.
Her heartbeat filled the few minutes Kurt stared down at the ground, deep in thought. Afraid to breathe, she stood still, her hands on him, and waited. He had to see that this was the perfect plan.
"Damn," he whispered, raising his gaze. "I don't like putting you out there and at risk, but damned if it isn't a good plan."
She jumped into his arms and squeezed his neck. "It'll work, I know it."
He set her down on the floor. "Go fill in the girls and I'll meet with the men. The militia groups will be arriving late tonight under darkness and stay until I give them word that things are okay. We won't even know they're out there on the mountain."
"Okay." She kissed him. "I can't wait until this is over with."
She slipped around him and went out the door. After tomorrow night, she'd retire her goal of rebuilding a life for herself. Kurt had severed her need to prove she was more than a prostitute's daughter who had no idea who her father was, and her desire to remain connected to a woman who didn't give a shit about her or any idea that her visits aligned on her birthday. It was time for her to enjoy the life that she'd accomplished on her own and go forward.
That included being straight with the girls about her own plans. They deserved more from her, especially now that they were Bantorus property.
She walked into the main area of the club, smiled at the handful of bikers, and asked to speak with the women alone. Sitting down at the table, surrounded by her girls, she took a deep breath.
Shari laid her hand on Risa's arm. "Are you okay, honey?"
The others gave her a concerned look. She nodded. "I need to talk to you all. I'm not the best person...employer, to talk with, I know."
"Bitch is a hard woman." Jojo winked. "But we love ya."
She laughed. "Count on you to give it to me straight. But, you're right. Everyone at this table knows who I am. I'm Lou Lou's daughter."
Monica snorted. "Lou Lou's just another bitch that became famous because she let other men get in her panties, and look where that got her...life in the pen. You aren't like your momma, girl. Until Kurt came to Federal, we called you 'sour puss' for a reason."
Risa choked through her laughter. Alana patted her on the back, and she sucked in air. "Sour puss? God."
"We re-nicknamed you." Carrie danced in her chair. "We shortened it to just 'Puss', cause girl, you got it going on with that sexy biker."
"I-I don't know what to say." She covered her cheeks and shook her head.
Truthfully, she embraced the name, the change, the lifestyle. If they wanted to talk behind her back, she was fine with it because she was proud of what she had with Kurt. She also knew she was lucky to have him in her life.
"I wanted to talk with you all, because I'm going to put on one more show." She squeezed Shari's hand, thankful for the support. "Then I'm retiring, and Silver Girls will no longer be."
The girls were quietly listening. She filled them in on what they needed to do, which was to stay inside the club during lockdown, and mind the men. At the end of her talk, she hugged each one, and left them to go back to enjoying their time with the bikers before all hell broke loose tomorrow.
She climbed the stairs to the second floor. If anyone had told her how much she'd change when the right man for her came along, she would've called them a liar. Meeting Kurt flipped her life upside down and put her in a new direction, a better direction. She'd do anything to make sure nobody took that away from her. Los Li would find out they don't mess with Bantorus MC.
Chapter Twenty Five
News of Risa's show brought a crowd to downtown Federal. The normal setting for the show in front of the burnt shell that remained of the Sterling Building didn't hinder the miners from lining Cedar Street. Without the girls entertaining the men every night and having to deal with a new schedule—and now no Silver Girls, the miners were anxious for some form of naked entertaining.
Kurt sat on his Harley, his hand on Risa's leg. He turned his head and gazed over his shoulder at her. "Remember, I'll escort you to the bathtub, you do your thing, let the men approach you, one by one. If you can stall the routine, it'll give Bantorus more time to secure the club and make sure Los Li has no time to make their move."
"Got it." She climbed off the bike and waited beside him.
He exited the Harley, removed her bag from the pouch attached to the motorcycle, and took her by the hand to the gazebo Sheriff Colby had erected for Risa to get into costume. Kurt walked inside the solid canvas structure, checked to make sure she'd be safe, and then let her inside. He zipped her in and stood guard. He wouldn't relax until he had her behind four solid brick walls and all the men he had at his disposal.
Nothing about tonight he liked, but letting Risa risk her safety for the club bothered him the most. He clamped his teeth together. Hell, he hated other men looking at his woman whether she was clothed or not.
Risa cussed inside the gazebo. His muscled tensed.
"Risa?" he said, hand going to his pistol.
"It's okay." She grunted. "I broke a fingernail on the zipper of the duffle."
"Jesus...," he mumbled. "You're killing me, Angel. Let's focus."
He stretched the tension out of his fingers and scanned the area. The idea to let Risa put on her show and cause a diversion, splitting up the number of men who would be involved in blowing up the clubhouse made sense, but there was a lot of room for something to go wrong. The biggest risk sat on Risa's shoulders.
She owed him nothing. She owed the club nothing. But because she was giving, sympathetic, and full of heart, she took on the responsibility of helping Bantorus. He'd never forget her sacrifice, because although she swore she was fine stripping in front of everyone, he also knew parading around naked played with her head, and messed with her heart, no matter how many times she insisted she was fine.
A uniformed officer strolled toward him. Kurt stood his ground, not recognizing the cop.
When the deputy stopped in front of him, Kurt nodded. "Evening."
"Deputy Floreck," the officer said, shaking Kurt's hand. "Sheriff Colby is responding to an emergency call and wanted me to let you know he'll be back here as soon as possible. In the meantime, Deputy Johnson and I will be here for crowd control, and to gather the silver after the show. Is everything moving along on schedule?"
"Yep." Kurt sized up the man. "Give us a couple minutes, and we'll be ready."
With fourteen sheriff officers to patrol the county, the news of Sheriff Colby's absence made Kurt uncomfortable. Although he hadn't informed the sheriff of the threats against the club or the reasons behind tonight's show, he'd rather have someone he'd dealt with before at his back. If worse came to worse, he'd act on keeping Risa safe and hopefully Sheriff Colby had his back when they arrested him.
"Kurt?" Risa said. "I'm ready."
He turned around, unzipped the canvas and held the flap open. Risa practically floated out wearing a shear white silk robe. The overhead lights casting sh
adows in the material had his balls dancing.
"Fuck, angel." He grimaced, standing in her way.
"I know." She smiled up into his face. "I love you. That's all that matters."
"Not if I kill every bastard who looks at you." He hooked her neck and brought her forward, blocking her from the deputy's view. "You and me. Don't forget that."
"I'm going to tattoo that on my ass the moment things calm down." She kissed him softly. "Relax. Everything will be okay."
She tried to make the anxious moment lighthearted, but all he wanted was Risa on the back of his bike and get her the hell out of Federal. He walked with her to the corner of the block. His chest ached, and he wondered if it was even possible to run if all hell broke loose. Numb from the waist down, he felt powerless.
"I'll have them turn off the lights to cue the crowd that the show is starting," Deputy Floreck said, reaching for his cell phone.
"No." Kurt squeezed Risa's hand. "The lights stay on tonight."
He wouldn't take a chance of anything happening while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He put his hand on his pistol. When the deputy called in to start the music, Kurt let go of Risa's hand.
"Let's roll, angel...," he said, walking two feet behind Risa out into the middle of the street.
Risa strolled out onto the asphalt bare footed, one layer of sheer material covering a very naked body. Kurt watched the crowd, keeping her in his peripheral vision. Any hesitation from her, and he'd haul her out of here.
Risa stopped beside the bathtub and skimmed her fingers over the surface of the water. Kurt breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. His fingers curled into a fist, and he kept his mind on the pleasure he'd get from punching each male watching the show in the fucking face. This was his woman, and he didn't share.
The music continued to play, hypnotizing the men. Risa passed in front of him, but he forced himself not to look.
