“Sure.” Chaser’s mentioned more than once that his father needs the two clubs to get along, so I’m willing to do whatever I can to make that happen.
“What’s on your mind, Bishop?” Chaser asks, finally loosening his hold on me.
“I need to be out of town for a few days. Got no idea where Trin’s mom is at. A friend’s watching her now but I don’t trust her there overnight.” He runs his hand over his beard and flicks a gaze toward the chapel. “She seemed to like you a whole lot and—”
My heart melts. “Absolutely. Yes. She can stay with us.”
Chaser gives me a gentle squeeze. Maybe I should’ve checked to make sure he didn’t mind but how could I say no?
“Oh.” My voice falters. “We’re heading back to Los Angeles next week—”
“I’ll be back Tuesday night at the latest,” Bishop says.
“Then, yes.” I peer up at Chaser who shrugs.
“No problem, Bishop,” he adds. “We’re staying at my dad’s house, so she won’t have to hang out here at the clubhouse or anything.”
“Thank you, Chaser.” He glances around the room again. “I wouldn’t normally ask—”
“It’s really not a problem,” I assure him.
“Thank you, honey. I’ll bring her by here tomorrow afternoon. That all right with you?”
“Sure. That’ll give me time to fix up a room for her at the house.”
“You don’t have to go to a lot of trouble. She’s an easy-going kid.” He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “I’ll give you some—”
“No, no. You don’t have to pay me. Really, it’s fine. She’s so sweet. I enjoyed hanging out with her.”
He tips his head and stares me down until my mouth snaps shut. I should know better. For a man like Bishop, turning down his offer of money will probably be seen as an insult. I accept the wad of cash he hands me without counting it. Since I have no pockets and I’m not about to stuff it in my bra in front of Bishop, I hold it at my side. “Thank you. Is there anything special she likes to eat?”
His mouth curls into a softer smile—well soft for him. “Lucky Charms, SpaghettiOs—but only with the meatballs. She’s real vocal about that.”
I chuckle, unable to picture it since Trinity had been so recalcitrant when I watched her the last time.
“All right then. Thank you.” He nods to us and walks off, stopping to talk to Chaser’s father and a few other men.
“You’re not mad at me are you?” I ask, turning to face Chaser.
His lips twitch. “Mad? No. More in love with you than ever. Absolutely.”
“Why?”
He wraps his arms around me, resting his hands on my butt and leans in to kiss the tip of my nose. “Because you’re so fucking sweet, even a scary bastard like Bishop knows he can trust you.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“Nah, she’s a sweet kid. Her mom…isn’t the best. I feel bad for Trinity. Besides, Bishop’s the SAA for his club. If he feels all warm and fuzzy toward you, that benefits my club in the long run.”
I glance over at Bishop. He’s a big man. Well over six feet, with leviathan like shoulders that barely fit through the front doors. “I don’t know if warm and fuzzy is a way to describe him.”
“No.” He laughs. “Definitely not. Except when it comes to his daughter.”
Warmth from my earlier drink still has me hot and tingly all over. “That’s the kind of father you’ll be, isn’t it?” I rest one finger against his chest and drag it down feeling his muscles flex and contract under my touch.
“Thinking about that already?” His bland expression halts my exploration and I withdraw.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist to stop me from pulling away and brushes his lips against my knuckles. “I want that with you, Mallory,” he says so low, the words almost disappear in the noise around us. “But not yet.”
Mildly offended, I try to tug my hand free. “I didn’t mean I wanted you to put a baby in my belly right now, Chaser.”
He bursts out laughing. “Well, when you put it like that. Fuck.” He presses my hand against his erection straining the metal of his zipper. Under my touch, his body jerks.
“Someone wants attention.” I lean into him, cupping him through his jeans and gently squeezing. He groans against my neck.
“Hard proof how much I want you.” The deep rasp of his voice melts me like butter. He tilts his head and presses his lips to my throat. “Not here.”
He slides off the stool, slowly pressing our bodies together, then lifts me. Bold, possessive hands remain on my butt as he spins us away from the bar.
I loop my arms around his shoulders.
Cheers and whistles follow us out of the room. Too wrapped up in Chaser, I’m not sure if the comments are directed at us or not.
He turns the corner into the hallway that leads to his room and I open my eyes. Here, we’re alone. It’s dark. Shadowy. Dim overhead lights lead the way. Muted noise from the main room lingers in the air.
My back thumps against his door.
“Fuck, forgot I locked it tonight.” He sets me down and I wobble in my heels for a second while he searches his pockets for the key.
“I can’t wait.” I reach up and kiss his neck, while my fingers dive for his belt, working it loose. “No one will see us.”
His eyes close and his breath hitches.
“Can’t…work…your zipper with your giant cock in my way.”
His eyes pop open. “All your fault.”
Finally, I work it loose without nicking him in the process. His cock kicks and jerks, begging for attention. I wrap my fingers around him, slowly stroking.
“Fuck.” He pins me against the door with his body and cups my face, claiming a kiss. His tongue strokes mine in a slow, seductive dance. He caresses and explores, sliding his hands down my hips, over my thighs, then reverses direction, slipping under my dress and hiking it up.
I continue stroking him with both hands. Gentle but firm. His breath quickens, his need as strong as mine. Tingles race up my legs. His hips shift. He slips a hand under my thigh, lifting, lining us up.
“I like you in heels,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Please, hurry.”
“And so desperate for my cock, you don’t care that someone from the party could walk down here and catch us at any minute.”
“No.” My head rolls from side to side.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I flex against him, encouraging him to hurry. He groans as our eyes meet and he thrusts, hard. We shudder together and I dig my nails into his shoulders, hanging on and trying to pull him closer. Merge our bodies together. Maybe it’s the alcohol or the thrill of possibly being caught but my heart pounds. He rotates his hips, slowly pushing deep inside, allowing a few seconds to adjust.
He slaps his palm against the door, next to my face, bracing himself and pulls my lower body closer with his other arm. “Hold on. Wrap your legs around me.”
My heels clatter to the floor as I cross my ankles at the base of his spine and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
His body shakes with need, ruthlessly driving into me over and over. I’m overwhelmed by so many sensations. The roughness of the wood scraping against my back. The slick glide of our skin. The rasp of his stubble against my neck. His teeth nipping my earlobe. The rippling muscles in his back, straining to keep us upright.
Tingling pleasure spreads over my skin like wildfire. A sharp moan tears out of my throat with the sudden shock of my orgasm.
“Good girl,” Chaser encourages. “Be as loud as you want.”
I come hard and long, grinding against him, hanging on for dear life. “Ohmygod. That’s so good.”
He rolls his bottom lip, biting down, holding off until he’s sure I’m satisfied. Our gazes collide and I nod frantically, dying to see him lose control. The cords in his neck strain and his muscles shake. Relentlessly he pounds into me until I fully unde
rstand the meaning of nailed. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, releasing inside me. When he opens his eyes a kaleidoscope swirl of love, passion, and desire shimmer in their dark depths.
Lowering his head, he brushes his lips against mine. A long, sweet tender moment after the way we frantically went at each other.
I unwrap my legs from his body but they’re too unsteady to hold me up. I slump against the door and end up sliding halfway to the floor before Chaser catches me. “Easy, little dove.”
He glances down and fixes his jeans, leaving his belt undone. At some point, the key to his room fell on the floor and he leans over to scoop it up.
“Come here.” He gathers me in his arms and gently sets me on the bed, stripping me out of my dress. A few minutes later he returns with a glass of water and hands me two aspirin.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t want you to wake up with a hangover.”
I toss the pills back and chug the water before answering. “I didn’t have that much to drink.”
His lips quirk and he tilts his head toward the door.