Danny
Danny didn't like that they were dragging Sara into this mess. Their arrangement was just a financial one. It didn't matter if she was a spitfire in the sack. He didn't need her knowing more about his business than was necessary.
But, shit, what he wouldn't do to be balls deep in her again. And, if he hadn't gotten that text from Thorn, he might already have been. The thought of her skin against his, the feel of her wet pussy clasped so tight around his cock, how soft her lips were, how she bit his lower lip when he pulled away from a kiss.
It was just like Jed to ruin his plans, even when he wasn't around to do it personally.
There was just something about Sara, though. Maybe it was that her past was as packed away and hidden as his. Or, it could have been the way she begged for his cock and ran her nails up and down his back, urging him on. Whatever the reason, he couldn't wait for their next time alone together.
Unfortunately, there was business to attend to.
The living room in Sara's apartment was small, but more than enough to accommodate him, Sara, and Thorn, the president of the Fallen Knights. Thorn stood across from them, in front of the small picture window with its blinds pulled down. He and Sara both sat on the couch, inches apart.
“Sara, meet Thorn. Thorn, meet Sara.”
Sara gave a little, uncertain wave. “A pleasure.”
Thorn nodded. “Likewise, little lady.”
“Good, introductions done. Now, you gonna tell me what's going on with my little brother?” Danny asked.
“We found Jed,” Thorn said, clearly not wanting to mince words. He wasn't that type of man, anyways. “We got a lead on him next town over, buying drugs by the college there. Saw him at Mesquite and Hillcrest”
The news hit Danny like a punch in the gut. That wasn't like Jed at all. He shook his head, incredulous. “I don't believe it,” Danny said. “My brother'd never touch that shit. It had to have been somebody else that just looked like him.”
“People do weird things,” Sara murmured from beside him. “Believe me.”
Danny glanced at her, wondering if she was referring to what they'd just done. Or, rather, if that statement came from personal experience in this kind of thing.
“No, Danny,” Thorn said. “It was him. Tyke saw him with his own two eyes, dude. It was Jed.”
He shook his head again. There was no way.
Sara put a hand over his. “I know some people over there. My . . . uh . . . some of my family got wrapped up in that shit, too. I think I can help you find him.”
He found himself flipping his hand around so he could squeeze it. He felt a stirring in his jeans, again. Just her touch seemed to get him halfway to hard.
But, still, this was club business. More importantly, it was his personal business. And he needed to keep her out of places she didn't belong. “I think we've got this handled.”
“Come on, Danny,” Thorn butted in. “Girl says she can help, let her help. Take help where you can find it.”
Danny grimaced. “Fine. We go tomorrow, okay?”
Sara smiled a little and turned back to Thorn.
“Good,” Thorn said. “If you two find him, you let us know, and we'll come fast as we can. No sense in spooking him with the whole gang showing up.”
“Right,” Danny agreed.
Thorn glanced from Danny to Sara and back again. “I'll be outside, Danny. Boys are all heading up to the Crow.”
Danny nodded. “Got it. Be out in a minute.”
“Good meeting you, Sara,” Thorn said on his way out.
Sara cleared her throat. “You'd better get going, before the boys start worrying we're getting married or something.”
Danny smirked. Marriage? Nah. Fucking? Yeah, that'd be closer to what he was wanting. “Tomorrow, then?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow.”
He stayed there on the couch, though, his eyes flickering down to her lips again. He wanted to taste them one more time before he left. But, the way his body was stirring, he knew he wouldn't make it out with the guys if he did.
She looked back at him, her mouth half-parted. Her tongue came out, just barely touched her upper lip. She was thinking the same thing, he knew. But, there'd be plenty of time for making babies. Later. Right now, it was time for him to see his boys and drink down a few beers. After all, the club was the most important thing.
Danny made the first move, breaking the spell. He got up from the couch and headed for the front door. Sara trailed after him. He opened the door and went to step outside, but Sara stopped him with a light touch on his hand with just the tips of her fingers.
“Yeah?” he asked as he turned around.
She pressed her body close to him, molding herself to his form, and pulled his lips down to hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, groaning as she tasted him.
He pulled her into his arms, his hands running over the tight jeans stretched over her ass. They broke apart after a long, intimate moment, her teeth lightly biting his lower lip as they parted.
“You were amazing earlier,” Sara nearly whispered. “I didn't know sex could be like that.”
Danny grinned despite himself. “Never been with a biker before, that's why.”
“Whatever,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. “Now, hurry up and get drunk so you can get to sleep early. We've gotta find your brother tomorrow morning.”
He nodded before showing himself out.
As he headed to his bike, and to join the rest of the guys, images of her perfect tits, her great ass, and that cupid's bow of a mouth invaded his thoughts. He tried to dispel them as he climbed onto his bike and started it, but to no avail.
He rode all the way to the Old Crow with one of the worst hard-ons of his life.