Tanner
Tanner didn't like that they were dragging Star 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 Blade, 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 Brendon to ruin his plans, even when he wasn't around to do it personally.
There was just something about Star, 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 Star's apartment was small, but more than enough to accommodate him, Star, and Blade, the president of the Blood Warriors. Blade stood across from them, in front of the small picture window with its blinds pulled down. He and Star both sat on the couch, inches apart.
“Star, meet Blade. Blade, meet Star.”
Star gave a little, uncertain wave. “A pleasure.”
Blade nodded. “Likewise, little lady.”
“Good, introductions done. Now, you gonna tell me what's going on with my little brother?” Tanner asked.
“We found Brendon,” Blade 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 Tanner like a punch in the gut. That wasn't like Brendon at all. He shook his head, incredulous. “I don't believe it,” Tanner said. “My brother'd never touch that shit. It had to have been somebody else that just looked like him.”
“People do weird things,” Star murmured from beside him. “Believe me.”
Tanner 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, Tanner,” Blade said. “It was him. Tyke saw him with his own two eyes, dude. It was Brendon.”
He shook his head again. There was no way.
Star 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, Tanner,” Blade butted in. “Girl says she can help, let her help. Take help where you can find it.”
Tanner grimaced. “Fine. We go tomorrow, okay?”
Star smiled a little and turned back to Blade.
“Good,” Blade 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,” Tanner agreed.
Blade glanced from Tanner to Star and back again. “I'll be outside, Tanner. Boys are all heading up to the Crow.”
Tanner nodded. “Got it. Be out in a minute.”
“Good meeting you, Star,” Blade said on his way out.
Star cleared her throat. “You'd better get going, before the boys start worrying we're getting married or something.”
Tanner 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.
Tanner made the first move, breaking the spell. He got up from the couch and headed for the front door. Star trailed after him. He opened the door and went to step outside, but Star 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,” Star nearly whispered. “I didn't know sex could be like that.”
Tanner grinned despite himself. “Never been with a biker before, that's why.”
“Whatever,” Star 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.