by Khloe Wren
It was hours later when the men rolled back in, celebrating. Scout came over to me, with Riggs at his side.
“Bash, good news. We can burn these fuckers to ash and you’re free to enjoy some down time. I’ll take the bag with the cash.”
“C’mon, Moses, got a barrel out the back we can use.”
After pulling the four ledgers from the bag, I handed it to Scout. Then, once I was off the bar stool, Riggs slapped my back.
“Let’s get this shit done so we can throw back a few drinks. Gonna get wild tonight. You mind jumping in and helping Lydia again?”
I shrugged as we headed out to the barrel. “Sure. Don’t suppose you know when we’re heading home?”
“Scout’s got you boys booked in on a flight in the morning, I believe. Wasn’t room tonight, although he did get his own ass a flight home.”
I nodded. “He’s got a preemie baby to worry about. I get why he wants to be home.”
Riggs grabbed a can of gas and indicated I toss the ledgers in a rusty old metal barrel. It was just the two of us out here as everyone else was already starting to party inside.
“What’s got you wanting to race back? Got an old lady stashed away back home?”
I laughed. “Nah, only woman waiting on me is my ma, and she’ll probably not remember who I am anyhow.”
He winced. “Sorry to hear that, Moses.”
Riggs sprinkled the gas over the ledgers before he lit a match and flicked it into the barrel. The skin on my face got a blast of heat as the flames whooshed to life.
I’m not sure why I kept talking. I liked Riggs, even if he did insist on calling me that stupid ass name.
“She’s got early onset Alzheimer’s. Getting worse. I swear, I spend more time pretending to be my old man than I do being myself around her.”
“Where’s your old man?”
“Dead. Killed himself back in 2014. Came back from war with PTSD, and he never got better.”
“Fuck, man.”
Yep. Pretty much. There wasn’t really a lot you could say to that.
“I’ve got a nurse staying with Ma, she’s doing okay, but I want to get back and make sure. You know?”
“Yeah, I get it.” He cleared his throat and looked into the barrel. “Well, those fuckers are nothing but ash now. Let’s go get you a drink before I put you to work.”
The job was done and it was nearly time to go home. Scout had already left for the airport, but as Riggs had told me, he hadn’t been able to get us all on the flight, so while he headed back to his wife, daughter and newborn son, the rest of us got to spend another night in New York. Not that I was complaining. Since the fucking ledgers had been incinerated, I was finally free from my guard duty over them and was able to focus on more enjoyable things. Like Lydia.
It was early morning and everyone had either headed home or upstairs to crash for the night. It had been a crazy night at Big Nose Kate’s with so many of us celebrating. The place had been over-the-top busy, so Riggs had asked me to help behind the bar, and I’d jumped at the chance. Put me nice and close to Lydia, who I was free to make a pass at now. I’d continued to hang back as the others had slowly left, and now it was just her and me.
I went over and flipped the lock on the door before returning behind the bar, where Lydia was wiping things down and tidying up. Facing away from me, with one hand braced on the counter behind the bar, she stretched to put a bottle on a high shelf. My gaze ate up the sight of her lithe body, the line of her sexy curves and the peek of pale skin revealed due to her shirt lifting up. My cock kicked behind my fly as I slid up behind her. Resting one palm on her left hip, I ran my other hand up her right arm, taking the bottle and easily returning it to its place.
She stiffened and her breath hitched as I took her palm that had held the bottle in mine, and guided it to the back of my neck before I trailed my fingers down the soft, sensitive skin of her inner arm.
“You sure are pretty, darlin’.”
I emphasized my southern drawl and finished by pressing a kiss to the side of her temple and taking a deep breath of her sweet scent. When she didn’t push me away, or tell me to fuck off, I took that as a sign she’d been feeling me too. I let my fingers continue down, over the side of her breast and down her rib cage. She was damn skinny, not an ounce of fat on her, but before I could get caught up with worrying about her eating habits, she moaned and with a wriggle of her hips, had my full attention. When she slipped her fingers up into my hair, scraping her fingernails over my scalp, she had me groaning as a shiver wracked through my body. Her hand not in my hair slid over my hip before her fingers curled into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled me in tight against her sexy ass.
Nuzzling against the side of her face, I made my way down past her ear and kissed a path over her jaw and down to her throat. She tasted as good as she smelled, and I wanted more. Glancing down her front, I could see her nipples had gone rock-hard beneath her thin shirt.
“Those for me, darlin’?”
I reached up and gave each little nub a tweak through her shirt and she wriggled her ass against my hard cock in response.
“Ain’t no one else here, cowboy. Who do you think they’re for?”
She wasn’t some meek and mild woman. Nope, Lydia was full of sass. With a growl, I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her tits, revealing a lacy black bra. Since she didn’t release her hold on me so I could take the thing off, I left it bunched up above her tits and slid my palms inside the cups. She was a perfect little handful, and desperate to see them, I lifted each soft mound from its confines, exposing hard, dusky pink nipples to my gaze, and my mouth watered for a taste of them. Without shifting my gaze from her, I took each nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled them, fucking loving how she squirmed against me with each roll or tweak I gave her. I teased her with tugs and flicks until she was rubbing her thighs together and groaning. When I pulled away from her, her palms slipped free from my hair and pocket. I made fast work of flicking open her bra, spinning her around and stripping her from the waist up.
“Fuck, sugar...”
I didn’t give her any more words, just grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter before wrapping my mouth around one of those tight buds. With a moan, I curled my tongue around it, getting it nice and wet before I scraped my teeth lightly over the hard little nub. With a gasp, her fingers dove into my hair, gripping me tightly to her as I continued to tease her. The tit not in my mouth I had in my palm, kneading her flesh and tweaking the nipple, getting her nice and worked up. Her little mewls and groans had me on edge. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my cock, dampening my briefs.
With a curse, I released her, and cupping her face in my palms, I took her lips in a hard kiss. She opened up beneath me and I took the invitation and invaded her mouth, thrusting my tongue in like I wanted to do with my cock in her pussy. She shifted her hands to my shirt, tugging it up my torso before she dragged those sexy as fuck nails over my hard abs.
She broke the kiss.
“Lose the shirt, babe.”
I took half a step back and started to shrug out of my cut. The cool air of the room rushed in between us, and as though she just remembered where we were, Lydia put her palms over her tits as she glanced around the room.
“Ain’t nobody here but me, and I locked the door, darlin’. But if it makes you feel better...”
I took my cut and wrapped it around behind her, helping her thread her arms into it. It was huge on her but fuck, did it suit her. Having my name on her made me a little wild. I bit my tongue against telling her she was mine, that I’d get her a cut of her own declaring she was my property. Fuck, I wasn’t even a patched in brother. And I wasn’t from New York. What the fuck was I thinking? That she was gonna move down south with me? Riggs would probably have my balls if I took his best worker from him.
Fingers pulling at my belt had my runaway thoughts back where they should be and in a quick move, I had my shirt over
my head and on the floor. Lydia’s eyes went wide as her gaze traced the ink over my shoulder and down my arm before she slipped off the counter. Leaning into me, she licked over my nipple and gave it nip as she finished with my belt and popped the top button. I grabbed a handful of her dark honey-colored curls and tilted her face up to me as she slid my fly down and slipped her warm hand inside to rub over the hard length waiting there for her.
“You want me as bad as I want you, dontcha, darlin’? You been watching me while I’ve been watching you, haven’t you?”
“Maybe.”
With a wink, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pushed them, together with my jeans, over my hips, releasing my hard cock from the confines of my clothes. It slapped against my stomach before she wrapped her soft fingers around it. My eyes nearly rolled all the way back into my skull at how fucking good it felt when she firmly stroked me.
“Fuck, darlin’.”
Taking her mouth in another hard kiss, I grabbed at her jeans, fumbling in my rush to get to her flesh. But it didn’t slow me down. I had those fuckers undone and shoved down in seconds. I slipped my palm over the skin I’d just revealed. Over her soft, smooth pussy that was shaved clean and oh, so fucking wet. Continuing to kiss her, I slid my fingers through her cream, teasing her for a few moments before I finally thrust two fingers inside her pussy.
With a gasp, she broke from the kiss and I nearly went to my knees with how her body clenched around my fingers. I couldn’t fucking wait to get my cock into her tight heat. Her hands went back to my dick, one stroking while the other went lower, cupping my balls. It didn’t take long for her to get me worked up to the edge. Fuck, it felt so damn good but I was not coming in her hands. Not this time. After one last thrust with my fingers, I slid free from her body, making sure I slid over her clit on my way out. Then I stepped back, pulling my cock from her hands as I did.
Looking her in the eye, I raised my fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the taste of her cream.
“You taste good, darlin’. And I’ll get me some more of that later, but right now, I need in you. You good with that?”
She nodded and kicked off her heels before pulling one leg free of the material in record time. I pulled my wallet out and grabbed the condom before returning it to my jeans. Tearing the packet open, I had myself gloved up and my palms wrapped around Lydia’s hips in record time. Lifting her once more on the counter, I shifted her so she was sitting on the edge before I took a moment to take her in. Her green eyes flashed with hunger, her chest heaved with her every breath, making her so fucking pretty—tits thrust up toward me with each inhale. I’d be making those bounce for me real soon. And her pussy, fuck. She really was gorgeous.
“So fucking pretty.”
Taking my cock in my palm, I shifted in, lined up and thrust in deep. I held still for a minute, just enjoying the way she fit around me. She’d wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her fingers back in my hair as she nipped at my jaw.
“Fuck me already, Bash. Quit teasing.”
“This ain’t teasing, darlin’. I’m just taking my time to enjoy this.”
I pulled my hips back, loving how she shuddered before I thrust in deep again. Palming one of her tits, and flicking her nipple with my thumb, I took her mouth with mine, tangling my tongue with hers. I’d never get enough of her taste.
When the door banged open behind me. We both froze. Fuck. I was certain I’d locked it.
Chapter 3
"Whoa. Moses, you dirty dog,” Riggs cheered. Glancing over my shoulder at the self-proclaimed tiger, I watched as he crossed his arms against his chest. A grin spread across his face and amusement flickered in his eyes before a serious expression settled over his features. “You got that shit wrapped, right?” He paused for a second, clearly lost in thought. “Or not. It all depends on the outcome you want. I mean, the first time I fucked my Kitten, I obviously didn’t glove up and it turned out to be the best thing I ever did.”
I honestly couldn’t believe this was happening and when Lydia groaned, I knew I wasn’t the only one. I was basically frozen in shock as Riggs called me that stupid fucking name he’d given me, then went on about how he knocked up his woman the first time he got her under him, like stopping to chat with a man you’d walked in on having sex was completely fucking normal behavior.
Lydia buried her face in against my neck and pressed her body up against mine as close as she could, hiding herself. I was extra glad I’d put my cut on her now. I glared over my shoulder at the smiling fucker who just stood there with his arms crossed, watching us like a perv.
“Are you fucking serious right now, Riggs? Get outta here.”
With a laugh, he put his palms up in surrender. “Hey, news flash, kid. You’re the one fucking in the middle of my bar. If you wanted privacy, you should’ve taken her upstairs, or at least banged her in the kitchen. Ain’t none of us going in there. Well, maybe Wolf, but it’s way past that old cat’s bedtime.”
“You should be damn grateful I had to catch the fucking plane up here so I’m not carrying right now.”
He laughed as he started to back away.
“Word to the wise, man, we all got a key to this place. If you don’t want an audience, move the show to another room. But, hey, if that’s your kink, I got some killer video equipment and I hear PornHub offers a dime piece for a decent fuck. We can make you the next fucking prince of porn.”
With that, he grabbed his phone off the end of the bar and turned back toward the door and was gone.
“I cannot believe this is happening.”
I pressed a kiss against her forehead before I reluctantly pulled my still hard cock from the warmth of her pussy.
“How about we move this upstairs?”
She looked flustered and embarrassed. “Don’t worry about Riggs, darlin’. He’ll give me shit over this but I’ll make sure he don’t say a word to you about it.”
She shook her head as she slipped off the counter and pulled her panties and jeans back on. “The whole club’ll know by morning, Bash.”
I couldn’t decide if that fact upset her. After dealing with the condom, I kept my gaze down as I pulled my briefs and jeans up.
“You regret hooking up with me?”
Fuck, I felt like I was a teenager right now. Before I could figure out a way to get the fuck out of the room, she was pressed up against my front, the leather of my cut the only thing between us.
“Bash.” She paused and shoved her face under mine, into my line of sight, cupping my jaw so I had to look at her. I began to relax when I couldn’t see pity or anger in her gaze. “I don’t regret hooking up with you, just the location. And the fact there was no happy ending for either of us.”
That had me smirking. “You want your happy ending, huh?”
She shrugged and tried to back away. I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close.
“Well, what the lady wants, the lady gets.”
Taking her hand, I led her upstairs and into a spare room. This time I shut the door then shoved a chair under the damn knob. No one was interrupting us this time. I tossed the shirt I’d grabbed off the floor of the bar in the direction of my bag and toed off my boots, sending them in the same direction before I turned my attention back to Lydia. My gut dropped at the sight of her there, standing by the bed, holding my cut closed over her chest as she eyed the door.
“Hey, Lydia, if you’ve changed your mind, that’s cool.”
I moved toward the door, to shift the chair, when her warm palm wrapped around my wrist.
“Don’t. I haven’t changed my mind. I, ah, I just got nervous about you seeing me.”
Turning toward her, I cupped her face between my palms, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I saw in her gaze she was being real with me. She honestly had an issue with how she looked.
“I got a good look and feel downstairs, darlin’, and there wasn’t a damn thing about you I found lacking.”
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Before she could say anything else, I took her mouth in mine, kissing her deeply until she relaxed against me. I kept my mouth on hers as I peeled my cut from her shoulders. Running my hands over her soft skin, I couldn’t get enough. With a groan, I pulled from her mouth and kissed my way down her throat. Her fingers curled around the top of my jeans before she once more opened them up and freed my rock-hard cock. I nearly ripped her jeans in my attempt to get them off her. She chuckled as she wriggled her hips as I dragged them down her legs. Once she was naked, I shoved my own pants down and kicked them over toward my bag.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back in tight against me, taking her mouth with mine before she could think about the fact she was naked. I didn’t want her stressing out over a damn thing. I slid my free hand down her body, tweaking a nipple before caressing her flat stomach and down to her pussy. A groan slipped out when I cupped her bare mound in my palm and found her hot and wet. I nipped at her jaw as I slid one finger inside her heat. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she thrust her hips into my hand. After slipping a second finger inside her slick core, I began pumping my fingers in and out, pressing my thumb over her clit as she got closer to climaxing. When she was right on the edge, moaning and writhing against me, I pulled my hand away.
Her growl was cute as fuck, but before she could attack me for stopping, I scooped her up and dropped her on the bed.
“Spread those legs, darlin’, I wanna taste.”
I gave my cock a couple of solid strokes as I watched her do as she was told. I knew she was so close to coming she could taste it, was desperate for it. With a grin, I pressed my knee to the mattress before I dropped down over her and covered her pussy with my mouth. The first lick up her center had my eyes rolling back before I closed them to focus on getting as much of her honey as I could. She tasted fucking divine and I wanted it all.
