We ride to Strikers in silence with his promise to take me over his knee still thrilling my thoughts. I’m so distracted I forget to argue as he wraps me in my cut before kissing me breathless and taking a seat at the back of the bar. Just like Brandi said, there’s always one of the bikers at Strikers. Most of the time it’s Daisy or the other prospect, Slow, but sometimes Echo stays.
He’s slowly worming his way into my heart. He asks me to tell him random things about myself. What my favourite film is—Sweet home Alabama, Vampires or werewolves—Vampires, and if I like day or night best—night. Little by little, we’re getting to know each other, and beyond the caveman “You’re mine” claims, he’s sweet and takes care of me in a way that no man has ever done before.
I feel his eyes on me while I serve drinks to the regulars. My nipples pebble, eager for his attention, and my panties are soaked from the controlled intensity that pours from his stare.
“Jesus, honey, go fuck him already. The sexual tension’s so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” Brandi says with a smirk.
My cheeks redden. “God, is it that obvious?”
Brandi laughs loudly. “Liv, the guys are taking bets on how long till he hauls you into the back room.”
I groan, covering my face with my hands. “I think there’s something wrong with me. He’s such a caveman. He’s controlling and bossy and unreasonable.”
“Let me guess. You love it, don’t you?” she says, smirking.
My eyes widen in embarrassment as I nod in agreement. “God, I do. He tells me to do something, and I jump to do it. And I mean anything he tells me to do. I love that he watches me. I love that he’s a control freak with me. The more he does it, the more I need.”
Erotic visions flash into my mind, and my face heats in mortified arousal. “What the hell just went through your mind?” Brandi asks. I shake my head, ready to deny my dirty thoughts, but Brandi speaks first. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. It’s quiet, so go home. Go let your man take care of you, because if you go to the party tonight this horny, there’ll be a riot.”
I shake my head. “No, Brandi, its fine,” I assure her.
She ignores me and walks to the end of the counter and whistles loudly. “Echo, come get your girl. She’s done for the day.”
Echo’s bike stops outside Miss Mimi’s, and I jump off and unstrap the helmet. “What time’s the party tonight?” I ask. He pulls me back to him, palming my arse while he kisses and nips at my neck. “It’ll start sometime this afternoon and then go till it’s done. Why?” He nuzzles into my neck, his lips roaming from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts before biting playfully.
“I need to know what time to be ready by. I’m assuming you’re gonna come get me?”
He pulls back, his eyebrows rising in question. “Sugar, why would I need to come get you?”
Embarrassed, I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh, ah, I don’t have to come if you don’t want me to.” I try to step back defensively, but he hauls me back to him, smacking my arse so hard I jump.
“Woman, what the fuck are you talking about? You’re my fucking old lady, your ass is gonna be pinned to me all fucking night where I can keep an eye on you. But explain why the fuck I would need to come pick you up. Where the fuck you planning on going?”
Confused and unsure, I stare at my fingers and pick at the nail polish. Strong fingers gently wrap around my throat, tilting my head till I’m looking up at him. His leg pushes between mine and rubs against my pussy, creating a delicious friction. I shudder lightly, and my voice is breathy. “I’ve finished working for the day. I planned on lazing about, maybe answer some emails,” I say.
Echo shakes his head and slowly grinds his leg against me. “No.”
I tilt my head to the side and question him. “What do you mean, no?” He grinds his thigh against my aroused sex again, and my eyes flutter closed for a second. Fighting my body’s reaction to him, I force my lids open.
“I’ve got to go over to Austin to see to some business, and now you don’t have to work, you’re coming with me,” he says.
“Well, what if I don’t want to come to Austin with you?”
Echo’s eyes narrow, and a knowing smile twitches at his lips. “Is that what you really want to do, sugar, sit in your room at Mimi’s and check your emails?”
I shake my head and smile cheekily. “No, that’s not what I want.” Suddenly hugely turned on, I squeeze my thighs together.
He takes a step closer and leans forward, speaking quietly. “So what is it you want?”
I feel my eyes widen, and I try to sound sexy and breathy as I speak. “I think you might need to remind me who’s in control here, Echo.”
He laughs quietly and bites the corner of his bottom lip. “You wanna play, sugar? Huh? You want me to show you what I’m gonna do if you don’t do as you’re told? I know you like it when I take charge, Livvy. So ask me, beg me to remind you,” he drawls seductively.
My breath stops in my lungs. I’m frozen to the spot, desire and trepidation pulsing through me. “Please,” I beg.
“Please what, sugar? Do you want a reminder? Do you need me to take you over my knee and spank you?” The dark intensity of his eyes hypnotises me. I’m so excited I can’t find the words, so I just nod.