CHAPTER 5

Taz

I sat towards the back of the bar for the rest of the night, watching Flick. Who the fuck was she? I was a solid six feet two, and not so easy to move. Yet, she’d pulled some bloody stunt that had me flying over her shoulder before I knew what the fuck was going on. It was bloody rare for those kinds of instincts to come from civilian training.

Didn’t help she pulled it in front of Scout and enough of the others that word had spread and now most of the damn club was at the bar to see the woman who’d put me on my ass. I was gonna be copping shit for this for fucking months. At least no one was fast enough with his phone to catch it on video. Scout would have had way too much fun with that.

Speaking of the devil, the Charon president was heading my way with two bottles of beer. He handed one to me as he took the seat beside me.

“That’s one hell of a woman you caught yourself, brother.”

“I ain’t caught shit yet. But that changes tonight. No way is she gonna pull shit like that and then run off at the end of the night like she did last night.”

He scoffed. “Mac mentioned how she ran out of the gym like her ass was on fire last night. The way she was draping herself all over you earlier makes me think she’s a pretty sure thing.” He paused to take a long drink. “She ain’t no club whore though, brother. And we need good bar staff more than you need to get your cock wet, feel me?”

I shrugged, taking a swig of my own brew. “I’m aware she ain’t a club whore, but what tells you she’s a good worker after a couple hours of watching her work?”

“After she dropped you on your ass the way she did, ain’t no one dumb enough to try to grab her. If they do, it’ll provide great entertainment to watch her throw their ass out all by herself. And thanks to word spreading about her moves, the bar is about as busy as it gets tonight and she’s not faltered once. Nitro’s impressed and wants to make sure she’s happy enough to stick around.”

I turned to hold Scout’s gaze. “So basically you’re telling me not to fuck her?”

He barked out a laugh. “Hell no, brother. I’m telling you if you want to fuck her, you better be ready to fuck only her for the foreseeable future. You ready to settle down?”

That had me frowning. “I’ll do just about anything for the club, you know that. But I ain’t marrying some chick I just met so Nitro’s got a good worker. Sorry mate. I ain’t going there.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a bitch. I’m not saying to make her your old lady, I’m saying if you want to fuck her, it’s not gonna be your usual bang ‘em and leave ‘em shit. Make her your girlfriend or some shit. I don’t care, so long as you don’t fucking piss her off. Okay?”

I shook my head. “You’re fucking nuts, you know that? I’ll see what me and dick can do for you later tonight, ‘k?”

“Bastard. Fine. And we got church in the morning at ten. Be there.”

I nodded. “Of course. Anything serious?”

He looked around the bar. “Nothing too serious, but we need that damn gun range and shop under our ownership sooner rather than later.”

“I’ve been dropping hints when I’ve been down there. I’ll report in at church about the time frame I’m thinking it’ll be before we can move in.”

Scout nodded, finished his beer then left me alone. I had no clue if Scout was going to go for my idea, but there was no way Old Gus was gonna sell to the club direct. However, he hadn’t tossed me out on my ass when I’d suggested I personally take over his baby. I’d been researching the rules and shit to owning a gun range and shop, and I was pretty sure it would be easier to do as an individual rather than as an MC.

The rest of the night dragged on as it looked like every single fucking Charon had heard about me and had come down to laugh at me and check out Flick. Thankfully, Scout had been right and everyone kept their hands to themselves, so at least I wasn’t fighting the urge to beat the shit out of any of my brothers. But every time she walked past me twitching that ass of hers, I checked the clock. I couldn’t wait for the bar to close so I could get her out of here. I wondered where she lived. Was it closer than my place? She had me so fucking riled up, I didn’t want to wait. Although, I still didn’t know what the fuck she was playing at, or who she really was, so maybe my place would be better. I knew there were no nasty surprises waiting for me there.

As I watched her finish out her shift, my mind wandered to all the different ways I wanted to fuck her. Once I had her completely worn out, then I’d start the interrogation. Hopefully she’d be so worn out and content from all of her orgasms, she’d have her guard down and would spill all her pretty little secrets to me.

Flick

Midnight rolled around and Nitro told me to head out.

“You did great tonight. Be here tomorrow at five and you can fill out all the paperwork and shit before you start. As we go, I’ll get you to do more, but for now I don’t need you opening or closing for me.” He looked over my shoulder with a laugh. “Not that Taz would let you stay that long tonight, even if I did. Have fun, babe.”

This time I knew it was him when he came and stood so close to my back I could feel his heat. His lips brushed against my ear.

“You ready to come home with me?”

A shiver ran down my spine at his rough voice.

“I’m not riding your bike wearing this.”

“Hmm. Why not? I ain’t gonna wreck and I rather like the idea of your pussy pressed up against me while we ride.”

Heat bloomed between my legs. Damn this man. I shook my head, half to clear it, half to say no. “I’ll follow you in my car. I want to be able to leave when I want to, not when you feel like letting me go.”

His palms came around me, sliding over my ribs and across my stomach before he lowered them until he could trace his fingertips over the skin of my thighs under my skirt hem.

“You like being in control, don’t ya luv? I’ll give in and let you follow in your car, but once we get through my front door, I’m in control. I promise you’ll like it, but I ain’t playing no fucking games about it. Understand?”

All I could do was nod. I was standing against the bar, so when he slowly lifted the front of my skirt to rub the backs of his fingers over my damp thong, no one could see what he was doing. I shuddered as he pressed down over my clit.

“Hmm, you wet for me luv? You want it bad don’t ya? I’ll take real good care of you tonight, don’t you worry about that. You sure you wanna drive? Not sure it’s safe in the state you’re in.”

Arousal was pinging around my system, short-circuiting my brain. It’s the only reason I had for the fact I was nodding and saying okay to him.

“Good girl. And don’t worry, your car will be perfectly safe here in the bar’s parking lot.”

After one last swipe over my clit, he pulled his hand free and turned me to face him. He wrapped both hands in my hair and took my mouth. Fuck, but the man could kiss. He seduced my mouth, his lips gliding over mine while his tongue danced with my own. I slipped my hands under his vest and shirt to feel his smooth skin and hard muscles. I squirmed against him, completely forgetting where I was until Nitro laughed darkly behind us.

“Taz, take her home already. No fucking on the bar. At least not here, that shit’s for the clubhouse, not Styxx.”

Taz growled as he ended the kiss and I dropped my head onto his shoulder. I was certain I’d made all the wrong first impressions tonight in this bar. I wasn’t sure what any of these men though of me at this point. I’d started the night putting Taz on his ass, now I was all but fucking him on the damn the bar!

“C’mon, luv. Let’s get somewhere more private.”

Taz took my hand and I followed him out to his bike. There had been a long row of shiny Harleys earlier in the night but now it was only his and Nitro’s left in the line-up. They were several feet apart, which made sense because Nitro got here a lot earlier that Taz had.

“You ever ridden before?”

“Yeah. The father of one of my college friends had a Ducati that he took me for a spin on once.”

The scowl on his face would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so bloody turned on. “What? You a ‘it’s a Harley or it’s not a real bike’ man?”

He scoffed in response and grabbed his helmet before coming to stand in front of me. With gentle movements he strapped the skull cap on my head.

“My place isn’t far. Stay in close to my back, lean when I lean, and we’ll be fine. I’ve never come off my bike yet, and I don’t intend to start tonight.”

With that, he slid his long leg over the bike and settled onto the seat, then with a feral looking grin he turned and patted the leather seat behind him. “C’mon, hellcat, hop on.”

I blew out a breath, unable to believe I was actually doing this. I glanced over at my car.

“C’mon now, don’t go coward on me and run off like you did last night. Get that sweet butt of yours up here.”

My anger spiked, I might not know a lot about biker culture, but I’d heard enough talk tonight to know what some of them referred to as a sweet butt.

“I ain’t a sweet butt, and if you think I am, this is over right now.”

That had him laughing. “Oh, babe, you’re too easy to tease. I wasn’t calling you a sweet butt, I was calling your butt sweet. Now, get up here. If I have to come get you, you’ll end up face down over the seat with my cock fucking you hard for all that pass by to see.”

For a moment the thought of being bent over his bike and fucked hard from behind was all I could think about, then he made a move to get off the bike, and with a squeak I was over by his side, swinging my leg over the seat. As much as I liked the idea of being bent over Taz’s bike by him, I didn’t want to do it with an audience in a damn parking lot.

“You hesitated like you liked that idea. Interesting.”

“Just shut up and ride, before I change my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He gunned the engine and I groaned as the vibration from the machine ran through me. I hit my head against his back a couple times and his shoulders began shaking. Guess he found my discomfort funny. Bastard. He reached back and ran his palm up my thigh. I shoved at it before he got under my skirt, which had shifted up more than what was decent already. He shook his head, grabbed my hand then put my palm against his stomach. Following his lead, I wrapped both arms around his middle and rested my cheek against his back. The cloth patches scratchy against my skin. The smell of leather and man surrounded me for a moment before he took off and the wind blew it all away.

True to his word, it was less than ten minutes later that we pulled up to his house. As much as I knew where his home was located, I hadn’t risked driving past it yet, so hadn’t really known what it looked like. The image of it in the file I’d been given on him wasn’t the best quality. It was a nice looking, two story place, freshly painted by the looks of things. He pulled up to the garage before slipping a remote from his pocket to lift the door. As the door rumbled up, he revved the engine and I squirmed against his back as the vibrations had my arousal spiking even higher.

Once the door was up, he took us inside before hitting the button once again. He didn’t turn off the bike right away and I was about ready to start rubbing my clit to finish myself off, I was that on edge. Finally, he cut the motor, chuckling as he looked back at me.

“You need to get off first, luv. Or would you like me to turn it back on till it gets the job done this first time?”

Embarrassed that he’d caught me in my sexy daydream, I glared at him as I gripped his shoulders as I stood on the pegs, and swung my leg over the seat. Just because the sexy bastard was right, didn’t mean I was going to confirm it for him. Once I had both feet on the ground, I took off my helmet and sat it on the bench.

“We going inside or have you changed your mind?”

His gaze darkened a moment before he easily slid off his bike and prowled over to me.

“I ain’t gonna change my mind, hellcat. But I sure do enjoy watching you squirm. You were fucking wet for me before we left the bar, I wonder how much wetter you are now... Because you sure seemed to enjoy that ride.”

Before I could catch a breath, he had one hand wrapped in my hair, tilting my head up, while the other one slipped up under my skirt. He rubbed his fingertips over the now wet material of the front of my thong with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah, you really liked that ride didn’t ya? And let me guess, now you’re all ready for a different kind of ride?”

Catching the edge of the material, he shoved it aside and slid two of his big, rough fingers inside me with one deep thrust. With a gasp I arched and I flung my hands out to grip his arms to steady myself. With a growl, he took my mouth with his, nipping and licking at my lips before he thrust his tongue inside. His tongue was in perfect sync with his fingers down below and my brain shut down all function but trying to get closer to him.

Fuck, I couldn’t remember a time where I’d been this hot for a man.

When I was about to come, he pulled his fingers free. Whimpering at the loss, I watched him lick the digits clean. My knees wobbled but before I fell, he slung me over his shoulder and began walking. Draped like I was, I couldn’t see much other than his very fine ass, so I slipped my palms into his back pockets and squeezed with each step he took. Had to say, the way he tensed beneath me with every squeeze did something for me too.