CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Loch
A month went by and the mood at the club was a mix of anxiety and anger. The silence from the Dogs only reinforced the feeling that something was off. Perhaps laying low was the best thing, but we didn’t like to be blind. And that was what we were. Buncha guys wearing blindfolds in a pitch black room. Whatever was coming was not good, and we could all feel it deep in our bones. We just didn’t fucking know when it would hit us. Everyone was stressed out and on edge, and nothing Cal or I did would ease that.
I had been spending more time at the clubhouse. I’d gotten behind on the paperwork for the bar. Paperwork that didn’t really matter, if I was being honest. But if it was ever going to be a legit place, then I needed to keep up with it.
I decided to head there. I figured I could spend the afternoon making sure everything was was kept up. I also wanted to make sure the orders had been taken care off. I knew Reagan and Chris were staying on top what they could. I had no doubt that in my absence they would keep the place looking as decent at it could look. The bar should’ve been stocked and the money locked up in the top draw of my desk every night. That was pretty much the only thing I needed from them.
Word had gotten around that Reagan somehow managed to draw in more townies to come to the bar. I didn’t doubt it helped that most of us were hunkered down at the compound. Not that we were hated in town. But I got the idea that people were under the assumption that the bar was our place. They stayed away out of respect, in a way. Even though, I doubted if any of us would care if they inhabited the place. It was always nice to have a different face to talk to.
Reagan even convinced me to order some karaoke machine thing. She set up Thursdays as the night dedicated to that. It gave me a headache just thinking about it. But if it made her happy then, fuck, she could have whatever she wanted. She had also added more bottles of liquor. She even kept up with fresh fruits and shit to make those girly drinks she went on and on about. I never once saw her drink one, though. It brought people in and part of me was happy. It was turning into a real business. I needed something positive to look at in the middle of the shit storm around me.
Reagan and I never talked about that night. A whole month went by and all I wanted to do was touch her, to kiss her, but I held myself back. When she came to me, it was usually about the bar. A few times, it was to ask if I could fix something for Ethel. I had a feeling that if Ethel hadn’t of asked her to ask me, she never would have. I wanted more, but I could tell she still had her walls up. The fact that she left that night was proof that she wasn’t ready for things to turn into an us. Not that I was sure it was a good time for me, anyway. I never wanted to put her in danger, and things were very much that right now.
I checked in with Cal, finding he had nothing new to tell me, then headed to the bar. It was a little after three and I knew Reagan wouldn’t be there yet. The bar was locked up, so I parked around the back and let myself in the rear entrance with my keys. I prayed that I would go unseen and no one would come pestering me about club shit. I figured it was best to not open just yet and if my bike was out of sight no one would think to stop.
I walk the floor to find it much cleaner than a week ago when I’d stopped by. The walls looked like they had been scrubbed down. The tables and chairs the same. Don’t get me wrong, the place was still a shit hole. Only it wasn’t a sticky shit hole now. There was a little area in the back of the bar that had been cleared out. The karaoke machine was now sitting in the middle of that space. There were definitely more bottles along the back wall behind the bar. I shook my head at the blueberry vodka. This isn’t a fucking club, I thought. Then I laughed. Reagan was trying and I was grateful for it. Even if she had no idea that I eventually wanted to turn the place into a legit business, she was helping work towards that goal. It was the little things she did sometimes that really got to me. Like somewhere we were connected on a different level. Like she just knew what was going on in my head and life without me having to tell her.
Shaking off the strange emotional feelings I was having, I took a mental stock behind the bar. Then went to the stockroom and did the same. Seeing that everything looked like it had been taken care of, I headed into my office. The old, leather chair creaked under my weight as I sat down. The noise made the place seem too quiet and still.
I looked up to find a poster on the wall in front of me. One that wasn’t there the last time I’d been in the office. It was in black and white. A woman with pin-up style curves was straddling a bike. Her back was facing the camera. She was topless. But her arm was outstretched holding the handlebars, blocking the view of her nipple. A tattoo of a tiger like it was stalking its prey covered her back. Her long dark hair in big curls cascading down her back, obstructing part of her tattoo. She was wearing a pair of tight, black pants and high platform stilettos.
I found myself smiling and thinking of Reagan in place of the woman on the poster. What I wouldn’t give to see her sitting on my bike topless. My dick started to stir in my jeans. It was almost pathetic how quickly I could get hard just thinking about Reagan. I wanted her, there was no doubt about that. But I wanted more of her, too. I wanted it all. A dull ache hit my chest knowing it would never happen. I found myself mindlessly trying to rub it away with my fingers.
I brushed those thoughts away and started counting money. After that was done, I locked it up in the safe. I added up what the bar had made every night and saw the numbers, while still small, grew a little more each night. I got lost in thoughts of how life would be after this shit with the club was all over. Would this place make it? Would the club make it? What the hell else could we open to make money?
The impending danger was making its way to the front of my head. I sighed and leaned my forearms on the edge of the desk. The weight of it all hitting me hard. My head hung as sadness and frustration washed over me.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here.” Reagan’s voice broke through the silence sometime later. I was so in my head that I didn’t even hear the door open. My head snapped up and I looked at her. “Hey,” she said, her tone held a tenderness to it and her face softened as she looked at me.
“Hey,” I said in a deep, croaked voice. I cleared my throat as she stepped closer, closing the door behind her.
“You alright?” Her eyes looked sad for a moment. I imagined they mirrored mine. She walked around the desk and I leaned back in the chair so I could look at her.
“Yeah.” I tried my best to sound convincing.
“You know… I know you’re lying, right?” She gave me a tiny smile and stepped in between my legs right front of me. She rested her ass against the edge of my desk. Her scent filled my nose and I forgot about everything I had been thinking about before she walked in. My eyes raked up her body and I tilted my head to meet her eyes.
“Club stuff,” I said. She nodded, like she understood that was all I was going to tell her. “You and Chris have done good cleaning this place up.”
“Thanks. Trying to give you one less thing to stress about. And trying to keep busy.” There was a flicker of sadness behind her eyes as she gave a small shrug. “So, there anything else I can do to help you out?”
Her eyes turned dark and my thoughts instantly became dirty. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip before she pulled it in between her teeth. In a matter of seconds, I was hard. Her gaze flickered down and I knew there was no hiding it. Before I could suck in a deep breath to shut it down, she dropped to her knees and fiddled with my belt. She had my cock out in seconds and was stroking it until I was hard as steel.
“Rea…” I had meant to tell her she didn’t have to, but before I could finish her warm, wet mouth was closing around me. I sucked in a harsh breath at the feeling. “Fuck, Rea.”
I fisted her hair as she worked me up and down, pushing her limits each time she went down. Her eyes looked directly into mine as she let out a low moan that vibrated all the way through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. She felt so good. I had never felt the urge to come so fast.
There was a loud knock at the door making us both jump a bit. Since there wasn’t a lock on the door, I started to freak out a little. With anyone else on their knees in front of me and I wouldn’t have given two fucks. But Reagan was different. I didn’t want anyone thinking of her in that way. The handle slowly turned and I shot forward, trying like hell to hide her under the desk and cover up what was going on. I leaned my elbows on the edge of the desk, trying my best to look casual. I doubted I was pulling it off. Reagan paused, her mouth still closed around me. Fuck! I wanted to kill the person that was on the other side of that door.
“Hey, Loch,” Bocca said stepping in. “Saw Reagan’s car out front, but didn’t see her out there.”
My jaw tightened as she resumed sucking me. Her soft tongue made slow circles around my shaft. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even form words in my head at that point. It was all I could do not to let out a loud growl and shoot my load down the back of her throat.
My eyes locked on Bocca and he gave me a questioning look. Then his eyes flicked down to the bottom of the desk, where I imagined the bottom of her boots were visible. I swore to God if he said anything I was going to beat him to a bloody pulp. Rage flowed through me as his lips cocked into a smirk.
“Maybe she’s in the stock room. I’ll just wait at the bar for her to finish,” He said as he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tomorrow I was going out and buying a lock for that fucking door.
I leaned back in my chair and I could tell she was smiling around my cock. My nostrils flared and my jaw ticked as I looked down at her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to know what was about to happen. She let out a small squeal as I ripped her shirt up over her head. I pulled her into me, my mouth crashing into her in a heated and deep kiss. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my tongue past her lips. I unclasped her bra and pulled it off with a firm tug. Then I pulled away from her mouth and turned her around. I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed until she bent over the desk. I slid my hand lightly down her back then grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up over her ass. I was met with a black, lacy thong. I smiled as I ran my finger between the lace and her pussy. She was soaking wet for me. I fucking loved it.
I pulled her thong down to her knees. Then, with out warning, I brought my hand down on her ass. The loud smack echoed through the small room. Her flesh jiggled under my hand and it was all I could do not to push myself into her tight pussy. Her back bowed as she lifted off the desk a little. I did it again and she let out a little moan. I rubbed her red, hot ass a few times to soothe the sting. Lining my hard cock up with her opening, I leaned over her, my mouth right beside her ear.
“Not a sound.” I pushed into her fast and hard. She sucked in a harsh breath and I saw her bite her lip. “Good girl.” I pulled out and pushed back in again. She was trying her hardest to stay quiet. “You think that was funny? You think I want them out there thinkin’ about all the things you can do? Thinkin’ about you doin’ those things to them. Thinkin’ about how tight and amazin’ your pussy feels.”
I pounded into her a few more times, her pussy dripping and quivering around me. She was close already. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I had a fucking point to make. And not to mention, it felt too fucking good to be bare inside of her.
“You think I want them to hear all the fuckin’ sexy noises you make while you’re gettin’ fucked?” I went on. She was biting her lip so hard it was turning white and I was worried she might bleed. But I could tell she was enjoying it. So I didn’t let up. “This. Is. Mine.” I punctuated each word with hard deep thrusts. I bit her earlobe as I thrust in once more.
Her body tightened around me and she came hard. I had no idea why I said those things. Hell, I had no idea why I’d done it all in the first place. But it all felt right. I left myself inside her until she was done shaking, but I wasn’t even close to being finished with her. Hell, I never wanted to be done. I pulled out and she whimpered. I smiled, knowing that she loved the feeling of me filling her up as much as I did. I bent over her, wanting to be as close as I could to her. I lips brushed over her skin as I kissed up her back, her skin prickling under my lips. I loved that I made her do that. I loved how responsive her body was to me. Even the lightest of touch, I could see something spark inside her. I smiled against her skin and placed one last kiss behind her ear. I could see her eyes close for a second as I did.
I pulled her up and turned her around. I attacked her neck and collarbone with feather kisses as I rolled her pebbled nipples between my fingers without urgency. She ran her fingers under my shirt and I swear I felt a trail of electricity. Palming her ass, I lifted her up on the desk. I slid inside her again, fucking her slowly this time. She pulled my mouth to hers and wrapped her lean legs around my back. Everything about her felt perfect. She felt like home. In that moment, all the life problems fell away and it was just us. Moments later, I felt her body start to tighten around me and quiver again.
“Nate,” she breathed beside my ear, my face buried in her neck. Her words caused me to speed up. “Oh, fuck Nate. Don’t stop, please.” Her voice was desperate and shaky. Her words so low that only I would hear them. My fingers tightened around her hips, digging into her flesh. I felt my dick throb and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Look at me, Rea,” I said pulling my head back so I could see her. My forehead fell against hers and our eyes in a deadlock. Her mouth parted in a silent O. “Come with me.” I whispered.
“Oh, God.” Her eyelids fluttered like they wanted to close, but she managed to keep them open. “Nate,” she breathed out and came. I thrust deep into her and stilled as I spilled into her with a loud growl of her name.
She collapsed into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed there, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, her legs relaxed and I slid out of her as she moved to stand. She bent down and picked up her discarded clothing. Her thong was still hanging off of one ankle. She shimmied it up into place and pulled down her skirt. I tucked myself back into my pants and zipped up. I let out a sad sigh as she put her bra and shirt back on. I stepped back to give her a little space, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.
I was at a loss what to do next. I wanted to tell her that it meant something. That she meant something. But I wasn’t sure where she was at. She looked up at me and flashed me a sexy smile before running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame it.
“Feel better?” she asked.
Then I remembered the whole reason why she started this. I sighed on the inside and gave her a firm nod. I felt like an ass.
“Good. See you out there.” She patted my chest then dashed out of the office.
I collapsed into the chair and held my head in my hands. She was always just out of reach, and when I felt I had a hold of her, she slipped right through my fingers.