“HIT ME,” I said into the phone. On the other line, Lee was giving me the update I had been waiting for.
“She’s pulling out of her drive and turning our way. I’m following.”
Smart woman. Then again, I didn’t think she’d attempt a no-show tonight, not after I dashed from her office. I knew it would piss her off. It was a contradiction to what I’d told her, but fuck it.
“Stay on her. Any detours, you call me. If not, I’ll see you here in a few.” I swiped the phone, turning it off as Boner came up, two beers in hand.
He handed me one, and I pulled off the cap before taking a healthy gulp. We weren’t having a party¸ but we were hanging out, which always turned into something.
“What’s goin’ on, man?” he asked as we moved to the chairs off to the side, taking a seat. My view lined up with the parking lot, so I wouldn’t miss Trixie when she pulled in.
“Waiting for Trixie,” I answered, lighting a smoke.
He whistled before taking a pull off his beer. “You really sure you wanna open that up?”
“I’m tellin’ her. No one else says shit.”
He turned his head, his eyes blazing into mine, taking me in. “You’re shitting me. You think she doesn’t already know?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I honestly don’t, and really, I don’t have a choice. Tell the guys no one says a word to her.”
If I made a go with Trixie, I needed to come clean. Unfortunately, my father’s filth would still cling to me and now Trixie. I couldn’t wash it off either of us.
Boner waited a beat then asked, “You do this, is there gonna be blowback?”
There might be. I didn’t really know the answer to that. Regardless, I’d do everything in my power for there not to be.
“After we talk, I’ll do what I can to make sure everything’s smooth. Trixie isn’t stupid; she’ll know what to do with the information.” Lock it the fuck down.
Trixie’s car pulled into the lot, Lee behind her on his bike.
“Sure you wanna open all this shit up for pussy?”
I didn’t think. One second, I was sitting, and the next, Boner had my hand around his throat.
His eyes blazed back into mine, shock and anger spearing me. I rarely exerted my authority around here since everyone knew where I stood, but Boner pushed me too far with this.
“Don’t fucking say that shit again. Got me?”
His hands came to mine as I released him. “Fuck, brother.”
I shook my head. “Not her, Boner. Fucking hear me now. Don’t give me shit. Spread that.”
He coughed. “Then answer me this. After you took your father out, why in the fuck didn’t you go and get her back? If you wanted her so fucking badly, why now?”
I fucking hated when Boner got like this.
I grabbed my bottle, seeing Trixie’s taillights go off, and took a pull from my beer. Alright, shit. “Because I know she’s better off without me. I know she’ll find out shit she doesn’t need to know that exists in this fucking world, but now, none of that matters. Second chances don’t just fall into your lap, Boner. Her coming back wasn’t by fucking chance. I’m taking it and running. Consequences be damned.”
I left Boner there, letting the word consequences roll through my head. Yeah, I’d had my fair share of those with Trixie. I needed to get through them then move the fuck on.
I tossed my smoke as Trixie opened the car door, her flat shoes hitting the blacktop. Then I saw torn jeans covering her sexy as hell legs. When she rose, I saw an emerald green top wrapped around her so fucking tight it gave me a great view of her tits. And then I noticed her long hair falling down to her waist in waves.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Thought that fifteen years ago, but now, fuck … She was beyond anything I could have imagined.
The glower on her face didn’t deter her beauty. Nope, it made me harder, even as she slammed her car door, shaking the vehicle.
“I don’t need to be fucking babysat.” She pointed to Lee getting off his bike. “That little shit followed me from my house. You think I couldn’t find my way on my own?”
I didn’t answer. Fuck no, not with her so close.
I yanked her body to mine, and her hands came to my chest. “What are you …?”
I cut her words off, my lips attacking hers. Fuck, she tasted just like her strawberry shampoo mixed with her enticing smell. My dick ached, jumping behind my jeans.
It only took moments before she melted into me like ice cream. As the attitude disappeared with the kiss, I pulled back.
“I needed to make sure you came.”
Her eyes snapped up, the attitude coming back in full-force. “And what? You think it’s okay to have one of your … club guys come and follow me?”
“First, they’re my brothers. Second, fuck yeah. I’ll give you a little time to realize how things work here, but babe, you’re far from stupid. That’s what tonight is: showing you my world.”
“And you think showing me your world,” she mocked, putting her hands in quotes around the phrase, “is gonna change my mind?” She shook her head, her attitude leaving and a bit of somberness settling in her eyes. “I get it. You wanna fuck me out of your system. I get it Ca—Spook, I do, but letting me meet your brothers and showing me your world isn’t necessary for that. Having me here at your club isn’t necessary. I told you I don’t need your help with Nanette. I’m letting it ride.”
I didn’t believe that last part. No way was she the type of person to let that disrespect get past her. She was up to something.
She squeezed my arms, pulling me out of thinking about her words.
“Looks like we have more to talk about than I thought.” I kissed her again, unable to be this close to her lips and not. “I’m not fucking you out of my system. Never fucking said those words to you.”
“You did say you hadn’t had your fill,” she snapped.
“No, I said I hadn’t had my fill yet.” I pulled her securely to me. “Yet could be thirty years from now. Never fucking know what tomorrow will bring.”
She gasped, as if the concept was out of left field.
“Just live in the fucking moment, Trixie. Live in the now. You’re here, so let’s see what the night brings us because you’re not fucking leaving.”
She yanked back. “Says who?”
“Babe, you really think I won’t have a guy let the air out of your tires for the night?”
Her beautiful face lit up in anger. I fucking loved it. “Don’t you dare,” she warned.
I smiled, which only made her face twist more.
“I would dare. You’re here with me for the fucking night.”
“You want me to spend the night here …? At your club?”
A piece of hair blew across her cheek from the wind. I pulled it away, tucking it behind her ear. Loved the softness of her hair. She didn’t use a gallon of hair products, making her hair stiff as hell. No, she was natural. Perfect.
“Yeah. Like I said, let’s see what the night brings.”
I kissed her, but this time, I slowed it down. I was a bastard for knowing exactly what to do to get her to soften up. I used it to my advantage whenever I could.
On one hand, my body was urging me to take, take, take. I needed to change things up, though. She wasn’t going anywhere, and I needed her to see that, understand that. If she needed a little sweet with her ride, I’d give it to her. Then I’d give her rough and hard.
I released her, and she gasped like she hadn’t breathed the entire time my lips were on hers. Then she tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hand and started walking toward the people in the back lounge area, tugging her along with me.
“You don’t need to pull me along.”
I tugged her hard then stopped, pulling her into my arms. “Fucking go with it, wildcat.”
She rolled her eyes.
I should have put her over my knee and spanked that sexy as hell ass, but the more the fire came out of her, the harder my dick pressed against my jeans.
Her eyes dilated, and her breathing picked up. Then I brushed my lips against hers so damn gently I barely felt them. Her eyes widened. I chuckled.
“Sweet to go along with your sassy.”
Her eyes turned into slits. Before she opened her mouth, though, I pulled her into the fray of people.
Boner stood in a wide stance, a beer in hand and his eyes on Trixie. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Trixie Lamasters.”
Trix stiffened as I wrapped my arm around her. “And you are?” she asked, her eyebrow rising.
“I remember you at your locker. My brother here watched you like a fucking hawk.”
Alright, enough of that shit.
“Boner,” I said in a low warning. “Knock it the fuck off.”
Trixie didn’t give two shits about the thickness between us. “Name,” she said.
“Ben,” Boner told her. “But no one calls me that, and you don’t, either.”
Her inhalation of breath told me she remembered him. I had no clue what ran through her head, so I kept quiet until she spoke.
“Well, shit. I’d have never guessed it was you.” She shook her head. “You look …”
I chuckled.
“What the fuck are you laughing about?” Boner asked me, but I just shook my head.
“It’s just … You grew up nice.”
To that, I turned my attention to Trixie who had a wide smile on her face. Oh, fuck no.
Boner stepped closer, and my head whipped his way.
“You want me to hurt you?”
Boner laughed. “Nah, boss. Trixie, you sure grew up.”
“So I’ve been told. You stuck around with this guy, huh?” She pointed at me. “Would have thought you were smarter than that.”
Boner laughed harder. “Damn, Trixie, I don’t remember you having so much sass or spunk.” Boner rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It’s … nice.”
That was what tonight was about. I wanted to make damn sure she could hold her own in my world, not that it would change the outcome. Getting her to listen would be a whole other job. First things first.
That business aside, I stepped up to Boner, eye to eye, breaking the contact between him and Trixie. Anger began to pulse through my veins like a drug. He was my brother, but he had been fucking warned several times. If he didn’t quit, I’d make sure his nose bled.
“Stop.”
Boner’s lips quirked. “I get it, boss. If she’s gonna be around us, she needs to get used to it. You need to get used to it.”
Fuck, he had me there. Fucking hell.
I shook my head. I knew better, but it didn’t mean I had to fucking like the damn flirting.
“Just stop,” I told him, gripping the back of my neck.
He lifted his chin, conceding.
I stepped back as Bosco came up.
“We meet again,” he said, his southern drawl coming out.
Fuck if I didn’t want to punch him, too. I needed to get myself together.
“Hi.” Trixie put her hands in the back of her jean pockets, her tits pressing up with the move.
Bosco clicked his tongue. “I can see why, boss.” He lifted his chin then strode off.
“Hello, hello, hello,” Stiff said from behind us, and we turned. “Look who came back.”
“Hey, Stiff.” She gave him a soft wave then put her hand back in her pocket.
Stiff appraised her, no doubt liking every inch. “Boss man finally got you here.” He shook his head. “He was pissed you didn’t show up last night.”
At this rate, I was going to have to beat the shit out of every guy here. I wanted to throw her down on the damn grass and fuck her just to show my brothers whom she belonged to. But I wouldn’t do it, at least not yet. She needed a little more warming up … or a lot more.
“Stiff,” I warned.
For motherfuckers who had secrets locked deep inside them, this shit—spreading my shit—needed to stop, or I’d beat the hell out of them. Then again, I had never really brought a chick here as mine, so this was an adjustment for all of us.
He held his hands up in surrender. “I speak only the truth.” He turned to Trixie. “Keep him happy. He gets cranky.” He winked at her then strode off.
“More than he already is?” she grumbled then turned to me. “What now?”
“Let’s get some beer in ya. See if you can get that stick outta your ass.”
Her hands flew to her hips as her hip jutted out. Fuck, that was sexy. “I do not have a stick up my ass, thank you very much.”
I pulled her flush with my body, pressing her into my erection. “That attitude of yours fucking makes my cock hard.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You roll your eyes again, and I’m spanking your ass right here in front of everyone.”
“You wouldn’t.” Her hand flew to my chest, pressing against me.
“Fuck yeah, I would.”
She flushed red. This time, there was no way I was going soft. The kiss was wet, hard, and brutal. The moment she relaxed into me, I pulled away. Fucking loved her pliant against me, but if I didn’t stop, we’d be fucking.
“Let me introduce you to everyone.”
She only nodded, her eyes a bit glazed. Fuck me, I was screwed.
“Okay, I’ve met a Boner, Stiff, Bosco, and Hooch. They call you Spook or Boss man. What’s up with all the names?”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly, she didn’t stop me. “Road names. We each get one when we become a member.”
She bit her bottom lip then let it pop out from her teeth. “So, why do you have two?”
Giving her a soft squeeze, I led her over to the fire pit where several brothers sat, drinking beer. “I only have Spook officially. Boss man is really only for the shop, but it’s been catching on more lately. I answer to both.”
“So why Spook?”
Stiff walked up, clamping his hand on my shoulder before moving to a nearby chair. “Yeah, Spook, why don’t you tell the woman?”
Boner groaned. “Fucking hate this story.”
Stiff chuckled. “You would, brother.” He turned to me. “Want me to tell it?”
I stared him down, but he kept the smile on his face. “No.”
“What? Now I’m even more curious,” Trixie said, turning to me fully.
I looked up, catching sight of a couple of stars in the night’s sky. “Dipshit over there”—I pointed to Boner—“thought it would be a fantastic idea to get tattoos when we were piss-ass drunk. We were supposed to pick each other’s pieces, not telling the other.”
“Why in the hell would you do that?” Trixie asked.
I shrugged. “Stupid drunk.” I held out my arm, displaying my intricate sleeve. “What do you see here?”
She looked down. “Roses, skulls, and snakes.”
“Vipers,” I corrected. “What you do not see is the goofy-ass ghost tattoo that Boner thought would be hilarious. It was so damn cartoony the brothers teased me about how spooky it wasn’t. Hence, Spook.”
“I thought it would be because of some stealth you had on sneaking into places or something,” Trixie said.
I chuckled. “I’m not that lucky.”
She turned to Boner. “What did you get?”
I burst out laughing. Boner’s happened to be really bad.
“Asshole here put an erect cock above my real cock.”
Trixie erupted with laughter so strong it caught me off guard. “Let me see.”
“Fuck no!” I snapped. No way in hell would I allow that shit.
Her eyes danced. “Oh, come on.”
Boner rose.
“You pull your cock out, I’ll beat the fuck out you,” I warned, dead serious.
Trixie would see no cocks other than mine.
“You have to be special to see it,” Boner chided, winked, and then sat back down.
“What? That leaves me out?”
The easy banter between Boner and Trixie should have set me at ease, but it didn’t sit right with me. Fuck.