Chapter 17
Colt
My eyes eased themselves open and I found my arms bare. I smelled her. It sounded like I heard her voice from a distance. But, I couldn’t see her. I pushed myself out of bed and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was. Maybe she was in my bathroom. Or in the hallway. Or maybe she had moved to another room to sleep. I’d been told on a couple of occasions that I could really snore out some Z’s. Maybe she couldn’t sleep next to me. I slid out of my bed and stretched. I stood up and went over to my dresser, then pulled out a pair of pajama pants. I could have sworn I heard her voice. Faint and distant. But I’d know that sweet little voice anywhere. The voice that begged me so nicely to come on my cock last night.
Thinking about it made me shiver. Made my raging hard cock beg to be inside her. No woman had ever made my cock beg like that. Ache like that. Explode like that.
I was hoping to make her my breakfast before she left.
“Yep. I had contact with him yesterday. And this morning.”
I furrowed my brow at her words and they pulled me from my bedroom. I walked down the hallway, and for some reason, something inside of me told me to keep myself hidden. I didn’t know why and I didn’t know how my body knew, but I silenced my steps on the stairs and made my way down. I heard Olivia talking in my living room. I peeked around the corner and saw her beautiful body wearing my shirt from yesterday. It fell just beyond her ass, covering her slender features as her thighs played peekaboo with my gaze. Oh, the things I could do to her. The ways I could fold her long legs and the ways I could contort her body.
But, my attention was quickly pulled from her beautiful, petite frame and thrust onto her words.
“I’m working on getting his trust right now, but the fact that he initiated this morning’s meeting well before his next required phone call is a good thing. I’m making headway,” Olivia said.
She was clearly speaking with her boss on the phone.
“Didn’t realize my job was on the line with this, sir,” she said.
Uh oh. This didn’t sound good. I stepped off the stairs and silently made my way to the doorway of the living room. But as the next phrase fell from her lips, my entire body locked up.
“This is the best way, Aaron. It always is, and you know it. If I can get him to trust me, there’s a good chance I can get the entire club to trust me. If I can have all of those guys on my side? The information is going to pour in. It’ll make this case easy as pie,” she said.
My hand came down onto the doorway of the living room a little too hard. And I watched her slowly turn around. I gripped the wood of the doorway, trying to keep my emotions under control. That wasn’t part of the plan. It was never part of our deal to get to my guys. The entire fucking point of this goddamn deal was to keep my guys out of it! And there she was, touting to her boss that if she got to me, she could get to them.
Her body turned around and her eyes connected with mine before her lips parted in shock.
“Yes, sir. I’ll call you when I hear from him today. Uh huh. Talk soon. Yep.”
She hung up the phone and slowly lowered it to her side, her eyes never leaving mine.
“That isn’t what that sounded like,” she said.
I drew in a deep breath to try and steady my raging emotions.
“Really? Because it sounded like you were defaulting on your entire agreement with me,” I said.
“I’m not doing anything of the sort. I have to update my boss every time we are in contact because he isn’t completely onboard with my decision to make this deal with you in the first place,” she said.
“So, is fucking me a way to garner my trust so you can get to my men?”
“What?”
“Or, was that a little extracurricular activity? You know, to wind down from your workday?” I asked.
Olivia’s jaw dropped open, but she didn’t have an answer for me.
“What it sounds like is that you’re using anything you can in order to get my trust so I’ll take you back to my club. So, I’m going to save you a bit of pussy work on your part. That’s never going to happen.”
“Pussy work?” she asked.
“I’m familiar with most of the DEA’s tactics. The FBI’s. Hell, even the NSA’s. I didn’t know sleeping with informants was a thing, but I’m sure it works well with some. It won’t work with me, though.”
“I didn’t sleep with you for information, Colt.”
“Then why did you?”
“The same reason you did! Because it felt good,” she said.
“See, there’s where I don’t believe you. Because I think this was all part of your plan. Sleeping with me to get closer to me. Sleeping with me so I’d bring you around the guys. You just said so to your boss. Gaining my trust meant more of a chance you could talk to the entire club. And you’re about to be sorely disappointed, because I took the deal between us to keep them out of it. You’ll never get anywhere near them. Not if I have anything to do it with.”
“I didn’t sleep with you because of the job, Colt. That just… happened,” she said.
“Tell me, was the story about your father even true?” I asked.
I watched her face grow pale as I took a step into the room.
“Was that sob story about him being thrown in prison on your high school graduation even a thing?” I asked.
I watched her swallow as I took another step toward her.
“Or was that simply a way of trying to relate to the big, bad, motorcycle dude?” I asked.
Then, I watched her draw in a quick breath.
“You are the most self-centered, hypocritical bastard I’ve ever met in my life!” she exclaimed.
She bucked up to me, taking a step toward me as her neck craned back to keep my eyes in view.
“You think I’d make up some sort of story about my family just to relate to the likes of you!? Huh!? You think you’re that important to me that I’d concoct some sort of story like my father being thrown into prison and killed just to appease someone like you!?”
Uh oh. Misstep on my part.
“Olivia, all I meant was—.”
“I don’t give a shit what you meant, Colt! The truth of the matter is, I can’t trust you, either! I can’t respect you, either! Because here I am, standing in your fucking shirt after spending an entire afternoon and evening wrapped up in you, and you still have yet to explain to me why the fucking shootout happened in the first damn place. I’m not here to be your friend. I’m not here to be your side-piece. I’m here to try and save your ass from a lifetime in prison so you can run around with your goonies and do whatever the fuck it is you do without being jailed for something false. Just like my father was! And if you want my help, you’ll tell me the information I need. Otherwise, your ass will rot in prison and the first people in the DEA’s scope will be ‘your boys’. Take your fucking pick, because this friendly little arrangement is over starting now,” she spat.
She stormed past me and without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm. Her hand came down onto my wrist and she twisted my hand off her skin, then somehow worked my arm around my back. She pressed down onto my wrist, taking me to my knee. I groaned in pain as she came two ticks away from dislocating my fucking wrist altogether.
“Olivia, what the—?”
Then, I felt her lips work their way against my ear as she pressed her knee into my back.
“I’ll need to hear from you no later than nine thirty tomorrow morning. And if you don’t tell me why that shootout started, not only are you tossed back into a holding cell, but your men will be smoked out of whatever lodge they’re holed up in waiting for you to call. Your move, motorcycle man.”
Then she pushed against my wrist, causing me to groan out in pain before she started for the steps.
I watched her with gritted teeth as she turned and walked up the stairs as I knelt there on the carpet of my living room. I rubbed my wrist with my hand. A fire burned in my fucking gut. I heard her murmuring to herself as she came down the stairs, clothed in her outfit from yesterday. Things like “stupid” and “idiot.” “Weak” and “trashy”. I didn’t like her talking about herself like that. For some reason, it made me angrier than the shit she just pulled. I watched her clip everything onto her belt loops before tossing her coat around her shoulders.
Then, her hand fell to my front doorknob as her eyes panned over to me.
“Tomorrow morning. Nine thirty. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll have a smile on my face as I hunt you down,” she glowered.
Then, she ripped open the door and stormed out.
I winced as she slammed it behind her. I slowly rose to my feet, still rubbing my wrist as I made my way to the window. I watched her walk down my driveway and take a left, heading for the main road. She was on her phone, probably calling a cab. And everything inside me wanted to go after her. To throw a shirt on and at least offer her a fucking ride back to her place. It would be strategic, knowing where she was holed up. But, I knew her. I didn’t know how I did, but deep down, I knew she’d rather walk in the hot summer sun with the cold breeze tearing at her throat rather than getting onto my bike.
I watched her turn the corner and walk out of sight as I stood there, fighting my urge to go after her. That woman was a fighter. An all-or-nothing kind of gal. I liked that. I could roll with that. I’d rolled like that my entire fucking life. I only trusted people who were like that. Who were in it to win it or not at all. But hearing those words—hearing her talk about trying to get to my guys—I couldn’t let that go.
I should have listened to them.
And yet, part of me still felt I had made the right decision in not listening to them at all. It was that part of me that forced me to the front door. It was that part of me that made me open it. It was that part of me that made me jog after her until I got around the corner. And it was that part of me that made me part my lips and yell at her.
“I can take you back to your car, you know!”