by Lane Hart
“He’s fine,” Joanna says from behind me. “Now I’m starting to wonder if you’re here to see me or the dog.”
That makes me chuckle as I straighten and turn to her. “I can’t fuck Ace, can I?”
Once the words leave my mouth, I realize how idiotic they are. It also makes it sound like the only reason I’m here is to fuck Joanna, which isn’t true.
I wait for her to get angry and throw me out. But instead, she laughs and says, “Well, I guess you could, but I’m pretty sure it’s illegal and incredibly disturbing to even think about.”
“I’m sorry. That was stupid,” I tell her.
“I knew it was a joke. That’s why I laughed,” she says when she winds her arms around my waist and presses her cheek to my chest in a hug. I hold her to me as she adds, “Maybe I’m a little jealous that you came to see Ace before you gave me a hug or a kiss.”
“Let me fix that right now,” I tell her. Reaching for her chin, I tilt her head back and bend down to kiss her lips. She’s so short and I’m so tall that it’s not a very comfortable position for my back. I let go of her face that seems happy enough to keep kissing me to run both of my hands down her back and to her ass and heft her up my body while holding her upper thighs.
“Phillip!” Joanna exclaims. “Put me down! You’ll hurt your side.”
I didn’t even feel the pain until she mentioned it, and then there’s the dull ache that comes and goes while I work during the day. “I can handle it long enough to get you to the bed,” I tell her.
“Your side is still healing!” she reminds me.
“Yeah, it is. So maybe tonight you can do all of the work?” I suggest.
“Deal,” she agrees.
We get each other undressed in record time, and then I let Joanna make all the decisions. Having her take me in her mouth until I’m wet enough for her to ride is better than anything I could’ve thought up. Seeing her moving above me like a goddess makes me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world.
Still, for a moment, I can’t help but wonder what I’ll eventually do to fuck it all up.
Joanna
I lie draped limply over Phillip after one of the most energetic rounds of sex I’ve ever had. Then I remember his injured side and slide off of him gently.
“Jesus, woman,” he mutters, his eyes still closed. “Last night and this morning we may have made love, but tonight you thoroughly fucked my brains out.”
“Is that a compliment?” I ask with a giggle.
“Hell yes. I think I’m temporarily blind.”
His hand slaps down on the side of my face and then lower where he squeezes my breast, making me squirm. “I’ll have to feel my way around from now on I guess.”
I laugh and scoot up the bed to kiss his lips and run my fingers through his hair as his palms roam up and down my back. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming over tonight or not,” I admit as we lie together.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come over again tonight,” he says, stroking my hair like it’s a new compulsion, the same as mine.
“I’m glad you came.”
“Me too,” he says with a deep masculine chuckle from the double entendre.
“You know what I meant,” I say with a playful slap to his chest.
“Yes, I know what you meant,” he agrees.
“I don’t even have your phone number.”
“I don’t use my phone much. It’s more for just emergencies.”
“Oh,” I mutter, not sure if he means that or just doesn’t want me to be able to call him.
“I’d rather see you in person than talk on the phone,” he adds, which makes me feel better. I’m not sure why I’ve been feeling so insecure with Phillip. Maybe it’s that I don’t think he’s the type of man to settle down with just one woman. He’s handsome and sexy. The fact that he’s a bad boy biker only adds to his appeal.
But I need to be careful, or I’ll start falling for him too fast and end up getting hurt. That’s why I tell him, “My friend, Casey, wants me to go to Wilmington with her tomorrow.”
“Yeah? What’s in Wilmington?” he asks, and it feels like he’s wrapping a strand of my hair around his finger.
“A biker bar.”
“There’s one of those here too,” he reminds me.
“Yes, but Hunt invited Casey to come see him at their bar.”
“You’re going to the Knights of Wrath’s bar?”
“Is that what they are?” I ask, and then he’s raising up on his elbow to see me better.
“They were Knights until the night I got shot. They patched over and became another Dirty Aces MC.”
“That’s where you were shot?” I ask since I didn’t know that or don’t remember if Nash or anyone else mentioned it.
“Yeah, so I don’t really like the idea of you and your friend going down there.”
“I thought the MC worked out everything with the group who did the shooting?”
“They did,” Phillip says as he sits all the way up, which means I have to do the same. I keep the sheet pressed to my chest while he doesn’t seem to notice or care that he’s exposed all the way down to his bare thighs. “But that doesn’t mean it’s still safe. Those men are new members, and they nearly got us killed by not telling us about the threat against them!”
“You don’t like Hunt and his guys,” I say in understanding.
“Not really, not after what happened that night. We were blindsided. Literally. I was…I was outside, unprotected when the shooting went down.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“Tell your friend not to go. If she does, she’ll be putting herself in danger.”
“I’m not sure if I can talk Casey out of going. The danger isn’t exactly a deterrent for her…”
“What do you mean?”
“I think she’s turned on by the fact that Hunt is a dangerous guy.”
“Fuck,” Phillip says, running his fingers through the front of his blond hair to push it back out of his face. “Then, if she wants to go, I’m going with you.”
“You’ll go with us?” I ask. “Even though it’s the place where you nearly died?”
“The odds of anyone getting shot there again are probably low, but I would rather be there to make sure you’re safe than be a pussy about it.”
“You could never be a pussy,” I assure him with a small smile. I let go of the sheet to straddle his hips so I can kiss him. It seems the best way to accommodate the difference in our height.
Phillip’s hands grip the back of my neck and my back to hold me to him tighter as our kiss grows from sweet and gentle to something more demanding. Against my lips, he eventually says, “If I’m not careful, I think you might make me go soft.”
I press my hips down on the part of him that’s growing longer, thicker and harder, making him groan before I tell him, “There’s nothing soft about you right now.”
Chapter Nineteen
Fiasco
I’m feeling a little uneasy as Joanna pulls into the parking lot of the former Knights’ bar. The good thing is that I was pretty drunk that night and don’t remember much about the place other than the alley where everything happened.
You can bet your ass that I’m not going anywhere near there in the dark tonight. But even worse than being nervous for myself, I’m worried about taking Joanna and her friend into such a rowdy place. They’re not the usual kind of women that come to these types of bars looking for a good time, a few free drinks, and a quick fuck.
At least I didn’t think they were, but then when Joanna and Casey get out of the car, it’s a reminder that they’re not exactly dressed like conservative nurses. Joanna’s black dress is short and tight in all the right places. The swell of her tits is almost spilling out of the top, and fuck, I want to take a bite out of them. At least the rest of her is covered. I didn’t really mean to look; but when Casey got out of the backseat of Joanna’s car on the same side as me, I saw a flash of her red th
ong. Even standing up, her skirt is so short her ass cheeks are hanging out the bottom. Then there’s her top, which doesn’t have enough material to even be considered a shirt. It’s more like a black spandex bra that covers her nipples and leaves her entire stomach bare, yet is so thin you can see every inch of those hard points, which reminds me of Joanna’s satin nightie she was wearing the first time we were together.
Joanna clears her throat from beside me in what sounds like a warning. I look at her face that’s frowning and then to Casey’s smiling one where she looks way too pleased with herself.
“She’s begging to get fucked six ways from Sunday,” I say to Joanna in my defense.
“Yes, I am,” Casey agrees before she starts strutting toward the door of the bar in her sky-high heels.
“Do you need a towel to wipe the drool off your mouth?” Joanna asks as we stay standing next to her car in the dark lot.
“I wasn’t checking her out,” I tell her.
“Uh-huh.”
Grabbing her hand, I put it on my dick to prove that I wasn’t thinking about screwing her friend. While holding it there, I bend down and lick a line down the center of her chest and flick my tongue around that dip of her cleavage like I’m licking something else lower. That’s when my cock finally gives a twitch of interest.
“Phillip!” Joanna moans my name like she has for me the last few nights. I’d rather be at her house in her bed than getting ready to go into a bar with a bunch of guys.
“Are you two coming inside or planning to just come right out here?” Casey calls out.
“We-we’re coming!” Joanna responds, so I remove my hand from hers that’s on my dick. She doesn’t immediately let go, though. Her fingers tighten and give me a squeeze through my jeans that makes me groan as my knees go weak. “Later?” she asks.
“Oh yeah,” I agree. Removing her hand from me before I haul her into the backseat of her car, I intertwine her fingers with mine without even thinking about it. I’m not sure if I’ve ever held hands with a woman before. But, with Joanna, it just feels right.
“I’m going inside!” Casey tells us before she opens the door and walks into the bar.
“I hope she doesn’t get more than she bargained for later,” I tell Joanna as we start crossing the parking lot hand in hand.
“She came here looking to have dirty sex with Hunt,” Joanna tells me. “They’ve hooked up before.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. At my house while you were still recovering.”
“From what I heard from the club girls that hang around here, if you fuck one of the members of the Knights, you fuck them all.”
“That can’t be true,” Joanna says.
“That’s what I was told by two of them. I don’t think a gang bang is something any woman would lie about.”
“Maybe they were just trying to shock you.”
“Maybe,” I agree, giving her hand a squeeze before I open the door with my other hand and hold it open for her to go inside first.
Just as I remember, it’s a rough little bar with loud music playing, smoke billowing up from cigarettes and joints. There are more men than women here at the moment. All of them are either looking at Casey or Joanna because they’re by far the freshest meat. Casey might be dressed like an easy layup tonight, but Joanna just looks like a beautiful woman. Any man would be damn lucky to get to lay a finger on her.
She’s the first woman I’ve ever wanted to keep by my side to make sure no one else even thinks about touching her.
I’ve never been jealous before. Like the rumors about the old Knights, in the past, I could’ve shared a woman with every man in the room and not have cared what they did to her as long as the sex was good when I got a turn.
But with Joanna, I feel like she’s mine. I don’t want to share her with any other man, not even in their wettest dreams.
Joanna
The bar is a little trashier than I expected, and my expectations were already low. While the number of men with tattoos and beards easily outnumber women at least three to one, two girls appear out of thin air and come right for Phillip, eyeing him like he’s their favorite toy even with my hand in his.
“Fiasco!” one of them exclaims. “Only you could take two bullets and show up here a few weeks later, still looking like an Adonis.”
“You know I don’t know what the fuck an Adonis is, Crystal,” Phillip tells her with a smile when she hugs up on him right on his injured side. That bothers me more than anything, even the fact that he knows her name.
“I hate we didn’t get to finish that night together,” the other woman says when she runs her claws down the center of his chest. She probably would’ve gone lower if Phillip hadn’t grabbed her hand to stop her.
Instead of talking more about the ‘night they didn’t get to finish together,’ Phillip introduces us. “Wanda, Crystal, this is my girlfriend, Joanna.”
“Girlfriend?” the women both say in surprise, echoing the voice in my head. Did he really just call me his girlfriend? Maybe he’s just trying to get rid of the handsy women.
“Joanna saved my life after I got shot. If not for her, I wouldn’t be standing here tonight,” Phillip says as he smiles down at me so warmly it feels like the sun is shining on me.
“Then we need to buy her a drink!” one of them says as she grabs my arm and pulls me to the bar while the one with claws stands in front of Phillip, blocking his way so that I have to let his hand go.
“Bernard, give this woman the strongest drink you can make,” she tells him, pulling a ten out of her cleavage and slapping it on the bar.
“Coming right up,” the man agrees.
“Thanks, I guess,” I tell her. I look over my shoulder to where several men have joined the other woman so that Phillip is so surrounded by well-wishers that I can only see the top of his blond head.
“Fiasco is amazing, isn’t he?” she asks me.
“Uh-huh.”
“Not the brightest bulb in the box, but he knows how to use his tongue and dick.”
“Yes, he does,” I agree through clenched teeth.
When the bartender places some kind of drink in front of me, I stare at it and consider guzzling it down. But at the moment, I would rather leave this place. If I drink, I can’t drive myself home.
Casey comes up on the other side of me and sighs. “I need a drink or ten. There’s no sign of Hunt yet.”
“Help yourself,” I tell her, reaching for the glass and sliding it to her.
“Bitch,” the woman on the other side of me hisses before she disappears.
“Well, they’re giving us a warm welcome, aren’t they?” Casey asks as she guzzles the drink.
“I think she’s pissed that Phillip called me his girlfriend.”
“His girlfriend? Really? That’s hilarious.”
“Why is it hilarious?” I ask.
“Because it sounds so junior high,” Casey replies with a grin.
“I think it’s sweet.”
“It is, but do you really think he means it?”
“I don’t think he would’ve said it if he didn’t mean it,” I respond defensively.
Casey shrugs and then drinks the rest of the mixed drink. She’s just slammed the glass down and asked the bartender for another one when a deep, growly voice says, “Well, I’ll be dammed.” A man’s hands come around to grab her tits possessively, and then I hear him whisper into her ear, “Who let a naughty little nurse in here tonight?”
“Hunt!” Casey exclaims, then pushes his hands away so she can spin around to face him. That’s when I finally take in his face that’s familiar since he was one of our other patients from the shooting.
His golden hair is thick and long enough that there are waves in it, but it’s not falling into his eyes like Phillip’s does sometimes. He’s a ruggedly handsome guy with several days’ worth of stubble on his strong jaw. And while he’s not quite as tall and thick as Phillip, he looks like a man who is strong as
an ox, not the kind of strength that you get from working out in a gym for vanity’s sake. Then there are his eyes that are so dark they’re nearly black and full of the promise of all sorts of naughty things.
“What?” Hunt asks Casey not so innocently. “We both know why you came here tonight, don’t we, darlin’?”
Well, he’s right about that. She came with the hope of getting naked with him. He must be talented for her to go all out tonight. I can see what Phillip meant about Casey dressing to get fucked. She’s barely covered her boobs and ass, making her look like a walking invitation asking for more of what Hunt and she did in my bathroom together that day. Loudly.
Instead of admitting the reason she came tonight, Casey says, “I’m here with my friend, Joanna, just having a few drinks.” She glances at me and laughs at what is probably a shocked look on my face, not looking the least bit bothered by him grabbing her breasts like he owned them.
Hunt eyes me too for a second before his attention returns to Casey, then he runs his tongue seductively over his bottom lip. “Both of you mine to play with tonight, or are you just going to tease my dick with a little girl-on-girl action?”
Oh heck no.
“I’m not feeling too well,” I blurt out in a rush as I search the crowd for Phillip. “I think I’ll ask Fiasco to take me home,” I say, using his nickname since that’s probably the only name Hunt knows he goes by.
“You’re no fun,” Casey tells me with a fake pout. I know her; and even if I wasn’t seeing Phillip, she would want Hunt all to herself. She’s welcome to him since he looks like a man who could get a little too rough in bed.
“I’ll, ah, call you tomorrow,” I say when I slip off the stool to search for Fiasco.
I find him talking to two men in the same leather MC cuts while a woman’s hand from behind tries to slide underneath his shirt. He pulls her wrist away and is still holding it when her other hand starts trying to do the exact same thing on the other side.
That’s the moment that Phillip looks up and locks eyes with me, freezing while holding the other woman’s wrist in each of his hands.
