Until June (Until Her 2)

“Fuck no,” I groan, and she drops her forehead to my chest, breaking into a fit of laughter that I feel in my dick, which is still semi-hard and deep inside of her.

“It was worth a shot.” She giggles then squeaks as I lift her off the counter.

“I will, however, continue to entertain you until she gets here,” I mutter, lifting her up slightly before dropping her back down on my cock, letting her feel that I’m ready to go again. It doesn’t take much for her to get me hard. Hell, her fucking voice is enough to put me on edge.

“Oh,” she moans, locking her arms around my neck, while I carry her back to the bedroom. Keeping my promise, I entertain her while she rides me, and then I take her into the shower and entertain her with my mouth, making her come twice more before carrying her half-asleep to the bed, where I leave her with a deep, wet kiss and a promise to see her in a few hours.

“Yo,” Sage greets, sliding into the booth across from me, pushing a yellow folder across the table toward me before looking across the bar at the waitresses. With a lift of his chin, he calls her over.

“I’m guessing since you have this”—I hold up the envelope—“you got something.”

His eyes come back to me. “Not sure,” he mutters, then looks at the waitress when she comes to stand at our table.

“What can I get you?” she asks quietly, avoiding looking at him in the eyes.

“Just a beer. Whatever you have that’s cold,” he says, and she nods before wandering off toward the bar.

Opening the envelope when she’s gone, I pull out a stack of photos and flip through them. Nico’s been working on closing up the loose ends on his case, while Wes and the guys have been building theirs. We know for a fact Jordan is attempting to build up alliances within the club. What we don’t know is exactly who he’s convinced to follow along with him, so Wes asked me to recruit Sage to see what he could find out. Scanning the photos, I pause on one and study it.

“What is it?” Sage asks, and I flip the photo over and push it across the table.

“When was this taken?” I tap the picture of Jordan standing outside next to his bike, talking to a woman, a woman I swear I’ve seen before, but can’t place.

Picking up the picture, his eyes scan it and he shrugs. “Last Saturday night, I followed him to a bar downtown. When he got there, he didn’t go inside. He stayed on his bike, parked out back for about ten minutes, before she came out the backdoor to talk to him.”

“Why does she look familiar?” I ask myself, studying the picture.

“I don’t know. Did you hook up with her?” he questions, and my eyes narrow when they meet his. “Do not fucking go there,” I growl.

“Just asking, man. I don’t know who she is.” He frowns, looking at the picture. “He gave her something. I couldn’t see what it was from where I was parked. But I did notice she made sure to keep herself away from him, even when he tried to reach out and touch her. She moved away before he could make contact.”

“Fuck,” I clip, realizing that the woman belongs to one of the new members. I haven’t seen her more than a couple times, but studying the picture, I know it’s her. “That motherfucker.”

“What?” Sage asks, and I pull out my cell phone, hit Harlen’s number, and press Call.

“This better be good,” Harlen says, answering on the third ring.

“What was the name of the bar?” I ask, looking at Sage, who is watching me closely.

“What?” Harlen asks in my ear, while Sage says, “Dakota’s.”

“Does Lee’s woman work at a bar called Dakota’s?” I ask into the phone, watching the waitress come back our way with Sage’s beer, setting it on the table before taking off once more without another word.

“Yeah, why?” Harlen asks, and I grit my teeth.

“Jordan paid her a visit last weekend and gave her something. I don’t know what he gave her or what they talked about, but I can fucking guess.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Harlen growls, knowing exactly what I’m saying.

A few months before Lee was discharged from the marines after being injured, his daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. The insurance the military provided prior to his discharge was enough to make sure his little girl got the care she needed, but now that he’s no longer in the military, his benefits have been cut. Fucking Jordan knows that shit, and my guess is he’s using it to get to him.

“How many men has he gotten to using this same tactic?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. I’ll get back to you,” Harlen clips, hanging up.