Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

 

Tessa waited until Buck was gone before she stopped pretending to watch the sitcom on her little TV and rubbed a hand over her face, letting out a huge groan. She’d just been fucked within an inch of her life and she knew she’d never be the same again. That man should come with a warning label, one that said too hot to handle. She’d never come so hard or so often with any other man. Not that there had been many others but damn, he’d played her like a flute. He’d even gotten her over the awkward feeling she’d always had about oral sex in less time than it took most men to get her clothes off. It had taken every bit of pride she possessed not to beg him to stay.

She still wasn’t sure how she was going to look him in the eyes after what had just happened between them. She wasn’t sure it would even be issue after this because Buck—despite his dumbfounded expression because she wasn’t making a fool of herself over him—wasn’t a man who had relationships. She was sure she wouldn’t see him at the bar except on rare occasions now that he’d gotten what he wanted from her. Patty had said he only came in once or twice a month before she’d started working there. That thought was a little depressing.

Shit, Patty. Crap, she needed to call her to apologize about the way she’d left the kitchen such a mess. Tessa felt her girly bits protest a little as she moved off the bed and headed to her purse, which she’d dropped on the floor when they’d entered the house. Grabbing her robe and slinging it on, she walked out into the living room. Finding her purse where she’d left it, she decided to avoid her friend’s likely nosey questions by texting her.

Hey sorry about the mess in the kitchen. Will come by and help clean up if you want me to. I know there’s only about two hours till the bar opens.

Patty sent back a reply and Tessa could almost hear the other woman teasing her over it and knew she was in for a lot of ribbing when she did finally talk to her.

It’s okay. Buck sent Tatter and Luck over to take care of it. By the way, was it hot? I bet it was. Thought about riding his pony before I met Hambone and fell hard. Good for you! And hopefully it was GOOD for you. See you tomorrow and I will require details so don’t think you’re getting out of it.

Damn, she was in for a lot of teasing and likely some embarrassing questions. Tessa sighed and headed back towards her room intending to take a shower. She stopped in front of the mirror, a little stunned at the sight that greeted her. Tessa stared in shock at the whisker burns on her neck as well as the four hickeys. Opening the robe, she let out a little gasp. Fuck! How had she not noticed what he was doing. She ran her fingers over her breasts seeing that barely any of them were unblemished either by love bites or whisker burn. She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she contemplated murdering the man for leaving so much evidence of their crimes.

How the hell was she going to hide all these tomorrow when she had to work?

Unsure of the answer to that question, she shook her head and climbed into the shower because there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it now.

 

Dice came into the room frowning at Buck. He was sitting in a corner by the TV with a dark frown on his face and he knew the other man was aware of his foul mood. Buck watched him come over and sit down across from him, propping his feet on the wooden coffee table.

“Who pissed in your corn flakes?” Gunner asked a few minutes later as he perched on the arm of the couch.

“Nobody,” Buck growled, feeling angry for no good reason. He’d just fucked a sweet piece of ass that he’d wanted for weeks and he should be feeling like a million bucks. Instead he was sitting here in the darkened room at the club feeling like—well, like someone had pissed in his corn flakes, damn it.

Gunner let out a snort before he muttered, “Yeah, well you forgot to tell your face that.”

Buck didn’t deny it because he’d been in here for over an hour after he’d left Tessa’s place. About fifteen minutes after he got here, he’d called Tatter and told him to get someone over to the bar to clean up. He decided not to tell them to bring her car over to her yet and he wasn’t sure why because he should. Instead he was thinking about picking her up tomorrow because surely he was mistaken and she hadn’t treated him like a two-dollar whore.

Fuck. Why was he so bent about her reaction to him leaving? Buck hadn’t been able to enjoy the blissfully satisfied state of his cock—of course if he was honest it wasn’t satisfied. Nope, if his cock had its way he’d be driving over to her place to fuck her again and again until it was raw and bleeding. 

He didn’t know why the fuck her lack of response was fucking with him like it was. A few of the women he’d fucked had understood the score and not made a scene when he’d left. So why was Tessa’s lack of response fucking him over? Was it because he still wanted to fuck her so bad his back teeth ached? Fuck, he was acting like a teenaged girl, thinking this shit over and brooding about it.

Yeah, fuck it. He was going to pick her up tomorrow and take her to work. Then he was going to take her home and fuck her out of his system. Yep, that’s what was going to happen. He was going to fuck her within an inch of her life and she was going to beg him to stay and that would be the end of it.

 

It was six days after what she was terming the event and Buck was still fuming over her rejection of his offer to fuck her again. He’d brought her to the bar the night after he’d blown her mind with the intent to take her home that night. She’d nipped that plan in the bud by paying some college boys who’d come into the bar to distract him while she’d escaped out the back door to rush home without him and lock all the doors. He’d banged on the door for almost twenty minutes swearing if she didn’t open it he would spank her ass.

She’d ignored him and threatened to call the cops if he didn’t leave. He hadn’t liked that very much but he’d left after yelling that the conversation wasn’t over. Tessa was dismayed when he’d disappeared and hadn’t come into the bar for the last five days. She’d been correct, he’d gotten what he wanted and was going to pull a disappearing act. Maybe it was for the best because the idea of watching him with another woman or him just flat out ignoring her didn’t sit well with her. The event had changed things for her and if she wasn’t careful she’d find herself trying to turn it into more than it was. Hell—she’d already gotten her hopes up that it was more than just a quick fuck for him when he’d tried to take her home that next night but had realized that wasn’t the case when he’d disappeared for the past few days.

“Are you going to come?” Amber asked, looking at her expectantly. “Everyone is going to this one as it’s a wedding for Ice and Mona. I know you don’t know them but you do know Patty, me and several of the other girls.”

“I—I don’t know if it’s—” Tessa began, only to be interrupted by Patty.

“Buck’s not going to be there. He’s away on club business and I am pretty sure Choke said he would be gone another four days.” Patty rolled her eyes, her look expectant.

“Okay. I’ll come for a little while then,” Tessa finally agreed. She hadn’t wanted Buck to think she was looking for him or that she was acting like a clingy girlfriend.

“Great, then it’s settled.” Amber smiled and nodded, her black hair bouncing up and down. She was wearing it in a high ponytail that reminded Tessa of a horse’s tail. Smiling a bit at the mental image, she wiped down the last table, her mind wandering a bit.

Tessa watched Patty shake her head with a little smile on her face as she headed to her office, likely to work on paperwork before she closed for the night. Two prospects lingered near the door waiting on Amber. Apparently, her old man was out handling something for the club tonight since Buck was on a run—whatever the hell that meant.

“You mind if I head home? Everything is done except the dishwashers. They’re loaded and just need to be started but otherwise we’re finished. I want to try to get home before Topper and maybe surprise him with a late-night snack,” Amber asked, grinning in such a sly way that Tessa knew she was thinking about the whipped cream bikini type of surprise.

“Eww, didn’t need to see that mental image but yeah, get out of here,” Tessa said, shaking her head as she gathered some discarded napkins from the table she was cleaning off.

“You’re the best!” Amber crowed and ran to grab her stuff.

“Yeah, yeah. Just remember this the next time I want to leave early!” Tessa called after her, scooping beer bottles into the recycling bin.

She sprayed the cleaner onto the table again trying to get off a particularly stubborn bit of beer off the surface, wondering what Buck was off doing. Not that she really cared because she wasn’t hopelessly in lust with the man and she didn’t think of him as she tried out her new vibrator the other night. Nope, she’d fantasized about Channing Tatum in that stripper movie she’d watched last week with Jennifer and Margo. Tessa almost snorted at herself because even she knew that her reassurances that she wasn’t into Buck were ridiculous.

Damn him! Why did he have to be so hot her panties got singed?

Finally managing to get the table cleaned, she headed into the back to put away the supplies and head home. She was still unsure if going to a bonfire with bikers was a good idea and if maybe she might see Buck there after all.

 

  “Damn, that blonde is fine. I’d like to put my cannoli in her donut if you know what I’m saying.” Joker left them in no doubt about what he meant by miming a vulgar hip thrusting motion—not that they needed the visual aid to figure that horrible pun out.

Buck sighed heavily. Between Joker’s constant need to fuck and Dice’s complaints about his x-box being at the clubhouse, he was ready to slap their heads together until they passed out and leave them wherever they landed. After Tessa had locked him out of her apartment he’d thought about breaking in to fuck her senseless but decided against it. He wasn’t the type to force his way into a woman’s home like a fucking rapist.

She’d basically said no by locking him out. Not that he was taking no for an answer—the heat between them was still gripping him by the balls, which meant he needed to fuck her brains out to move on with his life. Buck needed a distraction and found himself checking on the merchandise again, taking a minute to assure himself that it was still tucked away in his saddle bags under the false bottom.

“Geez, Buck. It’s not going to grow legs and walk off. You know we haven’t left the bikes alone for even a minute. Chill the fuck out, man. It looks suspicious if anyone’s paying too much attention, it could end badly and you know that. What the hell is wrong with you this week?” Dice asked, glaring at him.

“Nothing. Just want to get this product back to make up for the issues we had with that shipment last month. Need the money for that down payment,” Buck muttered, unwilling to tell Dice he was trying to distract himself from his obsessive thoughts of Tessa. Looking around the almost deserted parking lot, he watched a cup rolling end over end across the black asphalt, trying to keep his mind off his swollen cock and his obsessive thoughts. 

Dice was right, he needed to get his head screwed on before he made a rookie mistake. Carrying 70 kilos of marijuana around was not going to be overlooked if they were caught. Cops were bastards and they were always hassling the club. They’d already raided the clubhouse five times this past year. Good thing they’d put in that underground bunker. Hogan was an engineer and he’d drawn up the plans and made the damned thing work.

Buck turned back to look towards the diner where Chaos was ordering their lunch before they headed back to the clubhouse to join the bonfire party. Buck had pushed them hard trying to get done and back home but not so he could go to a damned bonfire. Fuck no—he’d done it so he could try to get between Tessa’s legs again and that was seriously fucked up. He couldn’t understand why her reaction to him leaving was screwing with his head so much. Was it because she’d left him wanting—something no other woman had managed since he was a green boy from the back woods? Or was it something else? He didn’t know but he was damned sure he didn’t like it.

“Damn, look at the tits on that one,” Joker exclaimed as another woman walked by in a low-cut top offering a sexily inviting smile to the three of them. Joker turned to look pleadingly at Buck when the woman pushed out her chest and twitched her tight ass in the tiny red shorts she wore. They barely covered her ass and didn’t leave much to a man’s imagination. Buck would normally feel a little bit of interest in a display like that but today he just didn’t care.

“No,” Buck grunted, already anticipating the question Joker was going to ask.

Joker let out a huge sigh. “Can’t I just get in a quickie?” he whined.

“No.”

“Fuck. Sometimes you can be a cock blocking bastard,” Joker groaned. They both watched the woman flounce away looking a bit disappointed that she hadn’t gotten the reaction she’d wanted from them.

Dice was messing with his phone and had missed the whole thing. He did however let out a little snicker before stating, “If he didn’t, we’d never get any work out of you. You’re an overly horny bastard.”

“I’m in my twenties. That’s when a man’s supposed to chase tail,” Joker grumbled, glaring at them both.

“You’re twenty-nine. Shouldn’t you be over the whole stick your cock into anything that moves by now?” Dice asked.

“Um, no.”

“You’ve had so much pussy over the past seven years that the club considered changing your road name to fucsalot. Think you should outgrow that shit before you end up with something you can’t wash off, dude,” Dice joked, rolling his eyes. Buck snorted. Yeah, the kid needed to buy a pocket pussy or something because he was a sex addict. He couldn’t seem to go very long without getting his dick wet.

“They did not, asshole. There are others in the club who like pussy just as much.”

He wasn’t wrong on that count. Sweetbutts or groupies were always around to offer up pussy whenever someone was in the mood and most of the men took full advantage.

“Yeah, difference is they don’t constantly seek new cunt to fuck like you do and they have some self-respect.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Joker said, shooting Dice the bird. Buck ignored them and stared over at the diner door hoping that Chaos hurried the hell up before these two started bickering again or, god forbid, whining.