Bree

Flint has left a key and an address on my dining table.

Beyond exhausted, I pack an overnight bag and lock up. They at least brought Ragnar’s bowls, food, and toys from the look of things. I punch in the address on my GPS and spend the next five minutes cursing Flint out in my head.

Putting the key in the door to his house, I’m quickly greeted by my doggie. Spying a note, I see directions to a bedroom that I should use. I’m too tired to do anything else so I head in there; kick off my shoes and pants before lying down, I’m pretty sure I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow.

Flint

I give Bree a little time before going to check on her. It was late when I got here and I didn’t want to leave Ragnar alone in a strange place.

Walking into the guest room, I’m greeted by the sight of Bree’s lovely ass. I’ve always thought thongs were a huge turn on, but Bree’s preference for commando has me singing a different tune nowadays. Although it pains me to do so, under Ragnar’s watchful eyes, I grab an extra blanket and cover her up before leaving her to her rest.

*

The next morning, I’m gradually awoken by a tongue licking across my lips and a soft giggle. My sleep-fogged brain doesn’t immediately register the fact that the two aren’t connected; but as I open my eyes to Ragnar in my bed licking my face and Bree at the bedroom door, I suppose I should just be happy that I still get morning wood at my age. Life could be worse.

“Want to come help me out with something, Bree?” I plead, rubbing my hard dick over the sheet.

“Come on, coffees on and I’m about to start the waffles,” Bree announces as she turns away. I lift my head to watch her walk away. “Stop checking out my ass, Flint.”

Damn witch.

“Ummm. That smells great. I didn’t know I had coffee here!” I’m pretty impressed with myself when I manage to join her a few minutes later; until I see Bree’s amused expression.

“You didn’t; I got up early and got stuff from my place. Did Vice do the bathroom off your guest room?”

“Yeah, I had the place updated a couple years ago. I barely spend any time here and keep thinking about selling it. But it’s the only place I ever lived with my kids and sometimes I hope they’ll come up for a visit.” I shrug and look around, wondering how this place seems through her eyes. Taking another sip of the coffee, it’s strong as hell and I feel the rush already. “What coffee is this? It’s not what you serve in the bar.”

“Ha! No, it’s my guilty pleasure, a little too high end for Rusty’s. It’s CAF – Caffeinated As Fuck; small batch coffee group called Black Rifle.” She’s plating waffles and indicates the island. “Think you’ll want a second waffle?”

“Bree, sit and eat; I can get it if I do.” Honestly, I surprised she’s here with me. My approach to getting her here was a bit high-handed.  Having a few bites, I know I’ll be having seconds. “Did you use a mix? These are good, Bree.”

“Oh yeah, I just add vanilla and play with the directions a bit.” She looks pleased until she opens her mouth again. “I didn’t appreciate last night, Flint. Gunner helped you, didn’t he?” I nod since my mouth is full. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry, Doll. And I meant it; I’ll leave you here to yourself. I just wanted to stay to make sure you got here and Ragnar was alright.” She sighs deeply at my promise.

“I will stay then, but can I pay you? I don’t like feeling I owe anyone.” Her concession thrills me and pisses me off at the same time.

“Let me take you out, your next night off.”

“I let you take me out the other day; besides, how does that pay you back?” She raises an eyebrow at me. “And that didn’t go well, did it?”

“I wouldn’t say that. I had a beautiful woman on my bike and lunch at my favorite fishing spot.” I grin at her, getting up to make another waffle for myself. “All in all, a good day.”

She sits there silently. “I have errands to run, I’ll let Ragnar back in before I go. He’ll be here when I get back?”

I nod, conceding the battle.

Getting to the clubhouse later, Jasper lets me know that Gunner and Connal will be heading out a run the next few days. Without hesitating, I ask him to switch that to Jake and Russian.

“Aren’t they working on Vice’s crew this week?” Jasper asks, looking at me appraisingly.

“Yep. But Gunner should stick around in case there are any other issues with what’s left of the Spiders.” I use the lame excuse of protecting our territory against the MC we nearly decimated last year. “There have been a lot of break-ins around town lately. Sheriff Michaels mentioned it to me again the other day.”

“Uh-huh. Vice’ll be pissed.” Jake says, looking at me without blinking. I nod in reply, as he considers my change. “Bree will be pissed too. I know how Emma is about her showers.”

“I’ve got that worked out.” I shrug, looking away.

“About that. Is Bree going to have Gunner arrested for dognapping?” Young fucker is really trying not to laugh at me. “Cause, you’re personally paying his bail and legal expenses, if he gets picked up.”

“She made me waffles this morning, I think Gunner’s safe. Fucking snitch.” I growl and Jas doesn’t even pretend he’s not laughing at me anymore.

“Come on! It’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while, Flint!” He barks out. “I mean, I feel like I should ask your intentions at this point.”

“I had her dog relocated to make her life easier. You fucking kept Emma against her will! That worked out alright.” I point out. “I didn’t give you shit about that.”

“Yeah, I just expect you to be more dignified, Old Man.” He still can’t wipe the grin off his face.

“That’s an awful thing to say to me after all these years, Jas.” I head out, grinning to myself.

*

Bree’s bathroom job falls behind and she’s smart enough to understand why. I keep my word and stay away from my house but I still go to see her every shift she takes at the bar. With the delay she’s gone back to eating while standing with the bar between us, her eyes narrowing every time I talk to her.

Staying with her as she deals with her books each night has gotten harder, especially since I decided no more sex until she’ll let me take her out.

“Knock that shit off, Bree!” I growl, desperately wanting to spank her ass as she backs it into me a third time. “You want to fuck? Let me take you out.”

“Flint, I’m not sure we’re compatible that way; can’t we just…” I slam the office door and head back up to the bar to wait for her.

I hate that she’d be here alone with that much cash otherwise. I can’t help but shake my head over this fucked up situation.

Somehow I’m the one holding out; Jesus Christ, if my Brothers ever got wind of this I’d have to leave the state. But I keep coming back. I guess she knows it’s only a matter of time before I cave in to what we both want.

The only night I miss at the bar is the night Jasper and Emma’s twins are born.

The night all hell breaks loose.