Chapter Twenty-Five
For the past couple of weeks, Hailey had been on top of the world, and her relationship with Goldie played a big part in her happiness. She’d never been involved with a man who made her feel as special as he did. And the sex was beyond fantastic. She never knew her body could feel so delicious. Since they’d given in to their desire, they’d been at it nonstop, and she didn’t dare wear anything low-cut or too revealing because her body was covered with love bites. When she looked at them, her insides would flutter; she loved seeing his mark on her.
“That guy looks kind of suspicious,” Ellie, one of her employees, said to her.
Hailey looked up and saw a man standing by the ribbons and bows. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she knew him from. “I’ll take care of it,” she replied to Ellie and walked over to him.
“Can I help you?” She racked her brain, trying to remember how she knew him.
“Hi. How’re you doing?” he asked as his dark eyes bored into hers.
“Fine. I’m sorry, but you look familiar. Have we met?”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t recognize me? I’m Kingsley. I work at Cherry Vale.”
She smiled broadly. “Of course. That’s it. You’re one of the CNAs. I’m sorry. I don’t see you that often.”
“I usually work the day shift.” His piercing stare moved down to her bust and she quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
“What can I do for you?”
“Uh… I came in here to get some flowers for my wife.”
“How nice. What’s the occasion?”
“Her birthday. She told me that I never give her flowers, so I thought I’d surprise her.”
“She’ll love it. What’s her favorite flower?”
“I don’t know. What do you like?”
“I’m all over the place. I love roses, lilies, sunflowers, orchids, and tulips. I could keep going. I can make you a beautiful arrangement. What’s your wife’s favorite color?”
“Red? Maybe blue. I’m not sure.”
“Okay. What’s your price range? I can fix up something real nice for you, and I guarantee your wife’s going to love it.”
Kingsley darted his eyes around, then shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll come back.” He rushed out the door.
That was strange. They have so many wackos working at Cherry Vale. I can’t wait until Aunt Patty gets out of there. Hailey went back to the front desk and pulled out a book of arrangements. She’d promised to send over some samples to the couple she’d met with the day before.
“What did that guy want? He was sort of creepy,” Ellie said.
“He’s thinking about getting his wife some flowers for her birthday. He works at the rehab center where my aunt is.”
“Oh. How’s Patty?”
“Doing better every day. Her doctor said that if she keeps it up, she’ll be able to come home in a month or so. I can’t wait.”
“Are you going to stay on when she gets back on track?”
“I’m not sure. It’ll depend on what my aunt wants to do.”
Hailey resumed what she was doing, not stopping until she heard Ellie say, “Damn, he’s hot.”
Lori, another employee, replied, “I’m waiting on this one.”
Hailey looked up and grinned when she saw Goldie. Damn, he is hot. And he’s all mine. A slight tug at her heart reminded her that she didn’t really know where she stood with Goldie. They were having a good time and enjoyed being with each other, but he never talked about them in the future, only the present. She tried so hard to be cool with that and not let herself get caught up in her feelings for him, but the more time they spent together, the stronger her emotional attachment to him grew.
The one thing they never spoke about was Ryan. Of course, they mentioned him when reminiscing about the past, but he was the elephant in the room, and neither of them wanted to face it.
“Hey.” He leaned over and kissed her deeply.
She pulled back a bit as all eyes were on her. Ellie’s shocked expression was classic, and Lori’s frown surprised Hailey. Several people in the shop turned away, pretending to be interested in plants and ribbons they hadn’t even been looking at before Goldie appeared. And Goldie just didn’t give a damn about what people thought. He was unfiltered, confident, and lived in the moment, and those were the things that made him irresistible—besides his drop-dead-gorgeous body and face.
“I came by to take you for a ride. It’s too nice outside to waste it cooped up.”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“Nope. And you’re taking off too. You work too damn much.”
Hailey waved her hand over a bunch of notebooks in front of her. “But I have all this work to do.”
“You taking one day off isn’t gonna close down the business. You can pick it up tomorrow. Let’s go.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re not asking me to go with you—you’re telling me.”
“Yeah. We’re wasting time. You can put your purse in my saddlebags.”
Ellie gently pushed her arm. “Go on. We can handle things in the store.”
Giving Goldie a half smile, she shook her head. “All right. You win. I’ll go get my purse.”
When she came back out, Ellie told her that Goldie was waiting for her outside. His metallic silver bike glimmered in the sunlight, and he looked so badass leaning against it. The flirty smiles from the women who passed by him didn’t go unnoticed by Hailey, but he didn’t pay any attention to them; his eyes were fixed on her as she approached him.
“You look too sexy with your Harley. All the women want to climb on behind you and wrap their arms around you,” she said as she handed him her purse.
He curled his arm around her and drew her to him. “You’re the only one I want on the back of my bike,” he whispered in her ear, then nibbled her neck.
She chuckled and planted a kiss on his soft lips. She’d never get tired of kissing him. He was hands down the best kisser. The way he held her and the intensity he gave to each kiss blew her mind. She figured he’d had a lot of practice with a bunch of women, but she didn’t like to think about them. Especially the women who lived at the clubhouse. Sometimes it gnawed at her, so it was better to push it away and pretend they didn’t exist.
“Climb on,” he said.
When they’d gone to Dolores Canyon a few weeks back, she’d been petrified of his motorcycle. It was so big and there was nothing around her to make her feel safe. All sorts of graphic scenarios played in her mind as she settled herself behind him. At first it was damn scary, but as they rode, she let her body relax and move with the rhythm of the bike. The feel of the powerful engine vibrating beneath her made her admire the way Goldie maneuvered the bike around the curves. The landscape and the smells of the pines, the earth, and the rippling creek hugged her in a way she’d never experienced before. It was like she was part of the scenery and it was part of her, and it gave her an incredible sense of freedom. And holding on to Goldie, her front pressed against his back, her hands clinging to his tight stomach made her horny, which surprised the hell out of her.
After their outing, all she wanted to do was climb back on his Harley and hold him tight, melding her body with his as he rode into the great expanse.
She eagerly settled behind him outside the flower shop and placed her arms around his waist. When the bike jumped to life, a single shiver of excitement bolted through her, and they took off.
The ride to the Iron Horse Saloon was a short twenty-minute one, but he’d promised a longer ride after they had something to eat. Inside the roadhouse, several older bikers lining the bar checked her out as she followed Goldie to a table on the back patio. They were the only ones on the patio, and Goldie moved the umbrella to shield the sun from their faces. The lush foliage, the random smattering of wildflowers, and the full pine and evergreen trees surrounded them. In the distance, a rush of water echoed.
“It’s pretty and so calming up here,” she said, watching a few iridescent dragonflies skipping over the bushes.
“I love it up here. It’s close to town, but it feels like we’re in another place.” Goldie dragged her chair closer to him. “Now, give me your lips.”
Tingles skated over her skin as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply as she grabbed his hair and pulled it. Moaning softly, her tongue danced with his, her nipples hardening when he brushed his thumb across them over and over. With each swipe over her aching buds, her arousal surged through her senses, landing at the opening between her legs. She slipped his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it, then bit down as her passion escalated.
“Fuck, Hailey.” With his hand tangled in her hair, he yanked her head back and kissed her hard. “You’re irresistible,” he rasped. Parting her lips, their tongues entwined as he placed his hand over her breast, his finger stroking the very tip of her nipple.
She squirmed and moaned under his touch, his lingering kiss dampening her panties and making her clench her legs together. The firmer and wetter he kissed her, the more it drove her wild with desire. She craved to ride him while his thick cock was deep inside her.
“Do you know how fuckin’ sexy you are?” he said against her lips.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed.
“I like that.” His low chuckle rumbled in her ears, and then his lips were back to doing wickedly delicious things to hers. “I can’t stop kissing you,” he whispered.
Someone clearing his throat made Hailey pull away. A tall, bearded man in a black shirt and jeans held a notepad and a pen. “How’s it going, dude?” he said to Goldie.
“Good, bro.”
“I’m guessin’ you’re not gonna start any fights, right?”
Goldie laughed. “Nah. I’m in a good mood.” He squeezed Hailey flush to him.
“I can see that. You guys want something to drink and eat?”
“A Coors for me.” He looked at Hailey. “What do you want?”
“A peach margarita,” she said, to which Goldie and the waiter busted out laughing. “Is it an inside joke?” she asked.
Goldie smoothed her hair back. “This is a biker bar. Margaritas aren’t on the list. Beer and hard liquor are what’s available.”
“Okay. I guess I’ll have a White Russian.” Goldie and the waiter shook their heads. “You don’t have that either,” she said out loud. “Bring me a Coke with a couple of slices of lemon.”
“That we have,” the man said.
“Do you want some nachos?” Goldie asked her.
“Sure. I prefer them without any meat. Are you cool with that?”
“Yeah. Bring me an order of wings with the habanero sauce. You gonna go on the charity poker run?”
“Yeah, put me and Bruiser down. I’ll let you know if Lizard’s gonna go. Does the lady want anything besides the nachos?”
“No. The nachos are enough for me. Thanks.”
When he walked away, Hailey asked, “What’s a poker run?”
Goldie explained it and told her about the upcoming rally. He told her what his duties were as the road captain of the club. She loved hearing about his lifestyle and his world; it was different from anything she’d ever known.
When the man came back with their drinks, he gave her a once-over and winked at her, then headed back into the restaurant.
“I can’t believe he did that in front of you,” she said as she squeezed lemon into her Coke.
“Rusty’s a horny bastard. Don’t take offense. He thinks you’re a hang-around or a one-nighter. I’ll set him straight.”
“Why would he think that?”
“’Cause he knows me. I don’t have women around for long.”
“We’ve been hanging out for a few weeks. Am I your record?”
He laughed. “Yeah, you are.” He picked up one of his wings and took a bite. “Fuck, these are good.”
“What’s a hang-around?”
“Women who come to the clubhouse to party with the brothers. They’re there for a good time. Believe it or not, women go crazy for the chance to party with a biker. They all want to be on the back of a Harley. It’s crazy.”
“A lot of women like the idea of a bad boy, and I’d say a guy in a rough motorcycle club would turn a lot of women on.”
“Does it turn you on?”
She shook her head. “You turn me on, not your lifestyle or your motorcycle.”
Putting his beer down, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. “You’re fuckin’ incredible.”
Licking her lips, she picked up her Coke and took a long drink. “How can you eat that habanero sauce?”
“I like hot and spicy things.” He winked at her and picked up another wing.
She snickered, then popped another chip in her mouth. I’m having the best time with him. It’s just so easy and natural between us. I’m really falling for him.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asked.
“About your clubhouse. I heard you guys have some wild parties. I want to go to one of them.”
“They’re not for you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. I want to go.”
Pushing back in his chair, he stared at her. “The parties can get out of hand. Fights break out, people are real open, and the whole atmosphere can be crazy. Sometimes we have other guys from other clubs come by, or wannabes who’re trying to get in good with the club will come with patched members. It isn’t like a regular party.”
“I’m just curious. I’ll be with you, so nothing’s going to happen. Please?” She tipped her head down and looked up at him. She knew the look drove him crazy, and she could get her way when she used it.
Running his hands through his hair, he blew out a long breath. “Damn, woman. I should say no, but for some fucked-up reason I’ll go ahead and take you to the party this Saturday. But I don’t want to hear any complaints or judgments from you. Got it?”
She nodded and gave him a peck on the mouth. “Thank you. What should I wear?”
“Nothing revealing. Jeans and a T-shirt are good.”
“Since we’ve been together I haven’t been able to wear anything revealing,” she said.
He chuckled. “Another bonus to sucking your soft skin.”
After they finished eating, Goldie took them to Arrow Lake, which was a good hour from town. The day had grown hotter, and there weren’t any people at the lake.
“I haven’t been here in years. Ryan used to take me to Overland Lake to swim since it’s closer to town, but I’ve only been to Arrow Lake once. I don’t remember it being this pretty.” Rays of light from the afternoon sun danced across the water. The shore was a mixture of earth, rocks, and grass, and the circle of trees surrounding cast its reflection on the shimmering cyan blue water.
Goldie took out a blanket from his saddlebags. “I prefer to come here. Overland Lake is too crowded, especially in the summer. It’s quiet here, and sometimes it’s good to get away from the noise of life.”
“Is that why you like to ride your Harley?”
“You bet. I love the way it makes me feel. Riding solo gives me freedom and solitude. There’s nothing like it.”
“I can understand that.”
He grasped her hand and led her to a grassy area, spreading open the blanket before kicking off his boots and tugging her down.
She laughed. “I’m sort of freaked because the first and only time I was here, my dad and I were bitten to death by mosquitoes. Someone at work told my dad Arrow Lake was a great place to fish.”
“Fishing here sucks.”
She nodded. “We found that out the hard way.”
“I can’t see you going fishing. I’m surprised your dad took you.”
“I pleaded with him. He always gave in to that.”
“You were always such a princess,” he said.
“Still am.” She smiled when he playfully poked her in the ribs, his fingers close to the underside of her breast. She sucked in her breath, even the hint of him touching her intimately made her skin tingle.
“Did you catch any fish?”
“Three.” They both burst out laughing. Holding her stomach, she lay on her back, her sides aching. He hovered over her and peppered her face with small, feathery kisses, then trailed down her neck to her collarbone. “Hailey.”
The vibrations of his lips on her skin sent a direct surge to her pussy. She was still on high alert from the restaurant, so it didn’t take much to heighten her arousal again. Under the clear blue sky, the lull of a slight breeze, and the melodic chorus of birds, she wanted him to fuck her hard. The fear of someone watching didn’t matter to her. Normally, she’d be squeamish about it, but Goldie brought out a nasty side of her she never knew she had.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said as he raised her top, then yanked down her bra and devoured her tits.
“I’m so crazily turned on by you. I always crave your touch,” she said as she fumbled with his zipper.
“I want to feel you raw, baby. I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
“Yeah. I want to really feel you too.”
Then he raised up, shrugged off his clothes, peeled hers off, and bent back down, hovering over her once again. The feel of his skin on hers fueled the burn deep inside her.
“I want you inside me. Right now,” she whispered against his chest.
Without another word, he grasped her legs, put them over his shoulders, and rubbed the head of his cock over her wet pussy. Lowering his head, he sucked on her breasts, then pulled up and slammed into her. A million sparks flew through her as he pumped in and out, her warm walls clinging to him as he stretched her more and more. Tendrils of wicked pleasure tore through her pussy as she exploded into a million pieces.
Goldie stiffened, then held her gaze as he grunted, “Hailey,” before he filled her. His cock kept twitching in her as her pussy walls clamped around him, milking his dick dry. She kissed his head and caressed him as he panted and collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. I could get addicted to this. She sighed contentedly and ran her hands up and down his back.
After a long while, he rolled off her and tucked her in the crook of his arm. The gentle breeze cooled their bodies, and joy coursed through her. After a few minutes, she heard him snoring, and she smiled as she clung to him and watched the ripples in the lake.
Most perfect day ever.