I could still feel her wetness on my fingers as we entered The Burger Joint. Touching her in the elevator was so hot and the taste of her was unforgettable. I wanted to fuck her so hard and she wanted it too. But it was fun watching her squirm. She was so close to coming—and so was I. Thank Christ, she didn't touch me over my pants in the elevator. One stroke and I would've unloaded inside my jeans.
I brought her into the MC and showed her around. Zane was at his usual spot by the bar, cleaning his guns. That man had an obsession. Maverick was behind the counter, pouring beers and mixing drinks.
There was way too many people to introduce Rachael to. I'd never brought a girl to the club before. Well I take that back. I'd brought plenty of girls to the MC before but not like this. Not in a situation where I needed to introduce her.
I put two fingers in my mouth—the same two fingers—and whistled. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Rowan looked up behind his glasses and Jasper woke up from sleeping on the pool table.
“I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Rachael.”
Rachael looked at me with a shocked face and I smiled back. What are you thinking, Ace? You just met her and already calling her your girlfriend. Have you even had a girlfriend before?
I told my subconscious to shut the fuck up. The guys all gave their version of hello to Rachael. Hammer came out from the back and nodded.
“Nice to meet you all,” Rachael said with a nervous smile.
“Want a drink?” I asked. I knew she wanted me to fuck her as soon as possible but I needed to tease her just a little bit longer.
She grit her teeth and replied, “Sure, a drink sounds nice.”
“Maverick! Get me a beer and something fruity for the lady.”
We walked over and sat down at the bar next to Zane. “Don't you think those guns are clean enough?” I asked him.
Zane looked up with a blank face. “It don't matter. It helps me think.”
“What would you like to drink, Rachael?” Maverick asked.
I watched closely as she contemplated what to get. Her nose scrunched up and looked so cute. I wanted to kiss her all over.
“Strawberry margarita if you have it.”
Maverick grinned. “We have more booze than a liquor store.”
“This place is really cool,” Rachael said. Her hands moved up and down her thighs, barely lifting up her skirt as she went. She was playing hardball with me.
Two could play at that game. She thought I was some sort of gentleman—I was not.
I place my hand on her bare thigh and ran it up slowly along the inside. She tensed up immediately and held her breath. She was mine to do with as I pleased.
“Here's your drinks,” Maverick said, setting down a pink glass in front of Rachael and a beer bottle in front of me. “You look familiar,” he said to Rachael, tapping his finger against his lip.
Rachael giggled.
Maverick's eyes lit up. He realized it was from the strip club. “Ace, you sick dog.”
I chuckled and took a swig of my beer while still teasing Rachael with my other hand.
She carefully sipped her drink without spilling any. “This tastes amazing,” she choked out.
Enough teasing. Anymore and I'd have to take her right here on the bar in front of everyone. The things I could do to that body. “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs.”
Maverick patted his large belly. “Don't have too much fun.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and Rachael waved. For hanging out with a bunch of criminals, she seemed to do a very good job. I brought her upstairs and to the room I used to sleep over when I had too much to drink—which was most nights.
The bed with its flannel sheets was unmade and dirty clothes were sprawled all over the floor. I didn't usually care what the chicks I brought home thought about me. But with Rachael I did. I quickly gathered my clothes into a pile and tossed them into a closet.
“This is nice,” Rachael said, running her fingertips across the dusty desk in the corner.
“It's just a place to crash after long nights.”
Rachael nodded and walked to me. “So am I your girlfriend now?”
I gulped. I was hoping she would have forgotten all about that. “I'm not sure. Do you want to be?”
She pouted her lips. “That's not what you said downstairs.” Rachael placed her hands on my chest.
My heart beat fast. “Will you be my old lady, Rachael?”
She beamed up at me and smiled. “I assume that's the motorcycle club version of a girlfriend?”
I nodded and embraced her, trailing my kisses down her forehead and to her nose. The hardness in my pants grew. I kissed her lips lightly, pulling away before she could invade me with her tongue.
“You better fuck me now, Ace. I won't take anymore of this teasing bullshit.”
I saluted her. “Yes, ma'am!”