by Harley Stone
I’d never settled in my life, and I wasn’t about to start now.
Angry, frustrated, and unwilling to relieve myself until after I met with Emily, I kept myself busy in my office until Wasp returned with her. He took one look at me and left the two of us alone, closing the door behind him.
“You get what you needed?” I asked as she sat on the loveseat.
“Yes.” She patted her briefcase. “It appears everyone loves Havoc. He’s the strong, silent type who pushes cars when they break down, feeds pets when people leave town, threatens ex-boyfriends who won’t go away, he’s quite the saint, you know.”
I cracked a smile, circling my desk to be closer to her. “He’s good people.”
“Sounds like it.” She studied me for a moment, her expression shifting to concern, before asking, “What happened to your hands?”
Brass’s ugly face had busted up my knuckles. I tucked them behind my back, leaning against my desk. “Club business.”
She stood and approached me. “Let me see them.”
Her tone left no room for argument. A little in awe, and a lot turned on, I held them out for her inspection. She looked them over, eyed me, and shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“Am I going to be representing you in the near future, Tyler?” she asked.
Damn, my name sounded sexy on her lips. “Nope. Club business doesn’t work like that. We handle our shit here.”
“Peroxide?” she asked.
“No need. It’s just a couple of cuts.”
“His skin could be ground into your knuckles, and that’s gross. We need to clean them.”
Well, shit. I hadn’t thought of that. I grabbed the first aid kit stored under my desk—one of several we kept around the club—and handed it to her. She went to work sanitizing my cuts and tsking about the bruises I’d have. She smelled so damn good, and the way she was taking care of me made my dick take notice. Her hair was up in a bun again, and she had the most kissable neck I’d ever seen. Bathed in her scent, enjoying the sensation of her touch, and still jacked up on adrenaline, the crotch of my jeans grew increasingly more uncomfortable.
Emily pulled out a bandage and I grabbed her hands, stopping her from ripping it open.
She looked up at me, lip curled, eyes daring. “What’s the matter? Is the big bad biker afraid of a little Band-aid?”
“Big bad bikers don’t use Band-aids.” I was so damn hard for the little firecracker, I pulled her against me so she could feel my reaction.
She glared at me. “I told you not to touch me.”
“What’s the matter? Is the big bad lawyer afraid of a little touching? Scared you might like it and attack me? Fuck me, even?” Lowering my head so my lips were less than an inch from her neck, I added, “You showed me what you’re capable of. You don’t like this, babe, you can stop me anytime.
She pushed me away. “You’re a client, Link. There are rules.”
I grinned. “First off, I’m not your client. Havoc is.”
“You paid me.”
I crept closer, my hands settling back on her hips. “The club paid you.”
“And you’re the president of said club. It’s a fine line.”
But this time, she didn’t pull away. She wanted it as much as I did. I could tell by her dilated eyes and shallow breathing. If I slid a finger over her folds, she’d be wet for me. The surety of it made me even harder. I circled my arms around her waist and pulled her closer as I nibbled and kissed my way up to her jaw. She tasted sweet and her skin was buttery soft against my lips.
“Second,” I breathed. “Are you telling me it’s illegal to sleep with a client?” I knew it wasn’t. I’d looked up the law.
My lips grazed her neck again, and she sucked in a breath. “Not exactly illegal, but frowned upon. It could damage my reputation.”
I claimed her mouth, temporarily cutting her off.
When I let her up for air, she dove right back into her objection. “And I’ve worked my ass off to be wanted for my skills in the courtroom, not the bedroom.”
Words breathy, objection weak at best, I knew I had her. Smiling as my hands drifted down to give her ass a squeeze, I brushed another kiss against her plump lips and said, “What if I want you for both?”
I pulled her tighter against me and she opened her lips with another gasp. It was all the invitation I needed. Grabbing her ass, I picked her up and walked until her back pressed against the wall, all the while, exploring her mouth. Pulling back long enough to take in her lust-filled gaze, I ran my fingers through her hair, releasing it from the bun. It fell in waves past her breasts. Holy shit, I wanted her. I was so hard it literally hurt.
“My god, you are so beautiful,” I said, tucking a lock behind her ear. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
I reached for her blouse, but she grabbed my wrists, stopping me.
Emily
“WHO SAID YOU get to see me naked?” I asked, holding onto his wrists, shocked that I’d let things between us get this far. So, it wasn’t illegal, and Link wasn’t technically my client, but this was still wrong.
But it felt so damn right.
It had been months since I’d last gotten laid, and Lance had been nothing to write home about. The few orgasms he’d given me had been from me moving his clueless dick into the right spot and forcing him to stay there while I did the work. Link, on the other hand, seemed like a man who knew what he was doing. Like he knew all the spots he needed to hit to make me scream.
Gaze still fixed on the buttons of my blouse, he asked, “You tellin’ me you don’t want this?”
Oh, I wanted it. He had me pinned against the wall while his gaze was promising all manner of deliciously nasty things. I was torn between fighting him and wrapping my legs around his waist to see if I could make him half as sex-crazed as I felt. His body pressed against mine, setting every inch of me on fire. My nipples were as hard as diamonds, my heart was trying to beat through my chest, my panties were soaked, and I was seconds from ripping off my own damn shirt.
“I don’t need this,” I clarified, sounding almost convincing.
“I beg to differ, babe. I think a good fuck would do wonders for you.”
Was he calling me uptight? The implication pissed me off and made me want to draw my claws. Was he goading me? Two could play that game.
“Good to know,” I snapped back. “Guess I’ll have to employ one of my many capable toys to get the job done, then.”
Releasing his hands, I pushed against his hard chest, but he didn’t so much as budge. It was like trying to move my washing machine. I was going to have to sit on my ass, brace my back against the wall, and use my legs to push him away. Which, of course, would give him a great view up my skirt.
“Why would you want to use one of your toys when I’m right here and willing to help you out? And I won’t burn up your batteries.”
“Help me out?”
He nodded.
“Helpful and environmentally conscious,” I said.
He grinned. “I’m the full goddamn package, babe.”
Determined to wipe that cocky grin right off his face, I bucked my body forward, giving myself about an inch of breathing room, but also digging his cock into my stomach. Holy crap, the man was rock hard. And huge. The thought of him inside me sent another wave of fire down to my nether regions. I wasn’t about to give up so easily, though.
“I, too, care about the environment, but I’m willing to sacrifice a few batteries for a good ride,” I said. “A trusted ride. One I know can get the job done.”
His head whipped back, as if I’d slapped him. I had a feeling women didn’t usually give him this much trouble, but the gleam in his eyes told me he was enjoying it as much as I was.
“You don’t think I’ll be able to get you off?” he asked.
His tone was dangerous. Daring. A little thrill went up my spine. I was playing with fire and loving the way it burned up my senses and short circuited my be
tter judgment.
“Do you vibrate?” I asked, matching his hard stare. “Do you spin and pulse? Can I shove you into that perfect spot right where I need you until my juices are flowing down you?”
He just stared at me, clearly surprised by my blunt words. Point for me.
“No? I don’t really see a benefit to using you over one of my toys, then.”
I braced myself against the wall, ready to buck him away again, but before I could launch my attack, Link ripped open my shirt. Buttons bounced across the floor as he flashed me a feral smile. Then he tugged the shreds down my arms and stripped away my bra. Shocked, I stood there and let him do it. I’d released this beast and now I had no idea what to do with him. Did I run? Did I submit? Did I cower in the corner? Fuck that. I mirrored his manic grin.
One hand grabbed both my wrists and forced them over my head, knocking down a framed newspaper clipping. It crashed to the concrete floor and the glass broke. Link didn’t seem to care. Holding my wrists against the wall with one hand, his other went straight up my skirt to cup my sex. His grin widened at what he felt.
“Do your toys make you this wet?” he asked.
Before I could answer, he attacked my lips. Slipping a finger past my panties, he stroked my folds a couple of times before plunging it inside me.
I gasped, opening my mouth wider for his tongue’s exploration.
He continued to kiss me roughly while fingering me, finally pulling back to ask, “No? I didn’t think so.”
His lips found their way back to my neck. “Can your toys tie you up, spank your ass, pull your hair, and fuck you until you’re walking funny?” he asked between kisses and nibbles.
Okay, so the toy talk might have taken things a little too far.
Holding me against the wall with his finger inside me and dark promises on his lips, I couldn’t summon one ounce of regret. We were in his clubhouse, surrounded by bikers, and I was reasonably sure the door wasn’t locked. Someone could walk in on us, and the thought only made me hotter. What the hell was wrong with me?
“And you think you can?” I asked.
His nostrils flared. He nipped at my lower lip, releasing my wrists to palm my breasts. “I can, and I will, and you’re gonna love every second of it.”
He slipped one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting as he kneaded the other breast. Throwing my head back in bliss, I grappled for something on the wall I could hold onto.
Another framed article shattered against the floor.
Link chuckled, his chest vibrating against me.
Okay, so he could vibrate. Point, Link.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, he said, “Easy there. Don’t go destroying my entire office.” His hands slid to my wrist. “You all talk? I expected more of a challenge.”
He wanted a challenge? Fine, I’d give him one. Shoving off the wall, I crashed into him, knocking him off balance. He took a step back to steady himself, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my skirt and pulling me with him. Bracing my hands against his broad chest, I shoved as hard as I could. The asshole barely even leaned back. Laughing, he undid my skirt.
“That’s more like it.” He nipped at my neck, then removed his T-shirt. “I love it when you fight me.”
Holy crap, the man’s body was perfection. Washboard abs, tattoos covering his arms, pecs, and who knew what else? The sight sent another rush of need through my core.
He tugged my skirt and panties down in one smooth motion, kneeling before me and pushing me back against the wall. I struggled to get away, but only until his hot mouth landed on my core. Sucking in a breath, I forgot all about resisting him and relaxed against the wall, enjoying the sensation as his magical tongue licked away any objections I might have.
He explored my folds and flicked at my clit, easing tension from my shoulders and erasing all thoughts, ideas, and to-do lists that normally raced through my brain. I whimpered, and he shoved two fingers inside of me and assaulted my g-spot as he tugged one of my legs over his shoulder. The heel of my black Dior pump pressed against the tattoos of his back was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He sucked on my clit as his fingers continued their barrage. Feeling the pressure of my release, I dug my heel into his back.
Link’s tongue sped up in response.
I came with a shout. And possibly cursing. I’m not sure, because I think I blacked out for a second. When I came to, Link was back on his feet, ripping off his own clothes. Defined, tatted-up chest, washboard abs with an enchanting V leading straight down to the waistband of his well-worn jeans. Gaze locked with mine, he unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his giant cock. It sprang loose, and I may have let out another moan.
Chuckling, he stepped out of his pants, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into his lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
“Taste that?” he asked when he released me. “You taste so sweet. So fuckin’ sweet. I could eat you all day long.”
Invading my mouth again, he kissed my breath away. By the time he released me, my body was on fire again. Link grabbed my hand and tugged me forward, bending me over his desk. My nipples pressed against the cold metal, sending shock waves all the way down to my sex. The walls of my pussy clenched in anticipation as I heard the rip of a condom package.
Link’s hands landed on my ass. He stroked it a few times before giving me a hard slap. Surprised, I jumped.
“Such a nice ass,” he said, settling the head of his cock at my entrance. “Everything about you is so damn perfect.”
Gripping my hips, he plunged into me.
Holy shit! I gasped, my lungs filling with air as a mixture of pain and pleasure stretched me out.
“Fuck,” he hissed, withdrawing. “You are so damn tight.” He slowly slid back into me. “My god, your pussy feels so good.”
After a few more strokes, he settled into an easy rhythm, giving me time to adjust to his girth and length. The second I relaxed, he picked up the speed. As he began to pound into me, I gripped the edges of his desk. Link slapped my ass again, and the sensation almost did me in.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
I nodded.
He slapped my ass again before wrapping his fingers around my hair and tugging my head back as he tore me up with his huge cock.
“Can your fuckin’ toys do this?” he asked, pounding me harder. One hand still yanking my hair back, he wound up and slapped me on the ass again.
Too much sensation. I couldn’t hold back. Crying out his name, I came undone around his throbbing cock. Link released my hair to grab my hips again and continued to pound me as he came.
Still inside me, he brushed my hair to the side, uncovering my neck for his lips. “Fuck,” he said between kisses. “I knew you’d feel good, but goddamn.”
My sentiments exactly. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t pull myself out of the la-la land Link had sent me to. Face plastered against his desk, I felt vulnerable but unable to do anything about it. Link eventually pulled out of me and did whatever, while I lay there trying to summon the strength to stand.
“When was the last time one of your toys satisfied you like that?” he asked.
Cocky bastard. No matter, his words gave me the determination I needed to push myself off his desk and begin the search for my clothes. I’d never been a hit-and-run girl (all my sexual encounters had been neatly tucked into the middle of long-term relationships), so I hadn’t been prepared for how awkward I suddenly felt. Broken glass on the floor, the room smelling distinctly of sex, there’d be no doubt in anyone’s mind of what we’d done in here. That is if they hadn’t been able to hear us throughout the entire firehouse.
What the hell had I been thinking? I was working a case with this man, and now things between us would be weird. I should have stopped him.
Link pulled on his boxers and jeans as I slipped into my bra and held up my ruined blouse, shaking my head.
“Sorry about tha
t,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Guess you’ll have to wear mine.”
The jerk didn’t seem like he felt awkward at all. In fact, he looked almost proud of himself as he tossed the worn, short-sleeved, black Harley Davidson T-shirt he’d been wearing to me. Grateful for the cover, I pulled it on before stepping into my skirt.
My panties were lying at Link’s feet. I bent to grab them, but he snatched them up and stuffed them into his pocket, giving me a challenging smile.
“You want ’em? Come get ’em,” he said.
No. I was definitely not going there again. I grabbed my blazer and started sliding it over my borrowed T-shirt, but Link stopped me.
“Don’t cover up my shirt.”
It was bad enough that the entire club had to suspect what we’d done. I refused to go parading out of here in his clothes. Glaring at him, I slid one arm into my blazer.
“I didn’t peg you for a chicken,” Link said, returning my glare.
“There is nothing cowardly about being discreet,” I fired back. “I’m a professional, Link. I need to work with those men out there. I don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of slut.”
“Good. Then don’t cover up my shirt.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
“I do understand.” He took a step closer to me. “People see that shirt, they’ll know you’re not some slut. They’ll know you’re with me, and they won’t try anything.”
Oh my god, he was infuriating. “I’m not some sort of territory you can mark,” I snapped. “We fucked, and it was nice, but I’m not one of your club whores.”
He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “Good, because I’ve been done with club whores for a while now. I’m not lookin’ for a whore, babe.”
Another challenge.
I would not give in.
The question lingered on my tongue, but I refused to lend it my voice.
