Still Standing (Wild West MC 1)

Okay.

One could say he’d really, really looked into me.

And he wasn’t done.

“Your girl is unsafe and the only way to keep her safe is to accept death-defying errands for a sociopath. That is, until he gets tired of watchin’ you charm your way through badass bikers and psychopathic filth by wearin’ tight skirts, high heels and bein’ cute, and he decides to loan you out too.”

This, I had to admit, was a concern I’d had as well.

And…

Buck still wasn’t finished.

“Client one, my guess, Imran Babic, who hasn’t made public his reasons for lettin’ you strut away from him unharmed, but who I know likes blondes, tight asses and long legs. Client two, Breaker Walinksi’s boy, Bug, who was there when you strutted in and strutted out and has made public his interest in Esposito’s new piece of tail.”

Fabulous.

Buck kept talking

“Like I said, you need to start makin’ the right allies. Now, this is just my guess, but you walk outta Ace’s Dive without my protection, three things can happen. Esposito keeps usin’ you until he uses you up one way or another. Babic picks you up and has his fun with you. And babe, you’re cute, you may be able to get him to be your shield, but Babic does not like brown skin and Tia won’t be along for that ride. Or last, Breaker pulls you in for his boy, and Walinskis, they know and appreciate a fine woman. So they pull you in, babe, they like you, and they will, you ain’t ever gettin’ out.”

At long last, he finally stopped talking.

But I didn’t know what to say.

There was a lot there and none of it was good.

And regrettably, I had a feeling with all of it, he was right.

When I didn’t speak, Buck did.

“Or you pick smart. You pick me. You make the right ally. You work an honest job, you get honest pay. You get a ride you don’t have to hide from the repo man. You get your girl safe. And you and me, we enjoy what we gave each other four times before we had this chat and we keep enjoyin’ it until it isn’t so much fun anymore.”

It had to be said, I did enjoy what he gave me four times before we had this chat. I enjoyed it a lot. What made it more enjoyable was that he could give it to me four times. He wasn’t exactly sixteen. In fact, even Rogan, who was legendary, could only manage twice.

Definitely a point to ponder.

Just one to ponder when I wasn’t still inebriated.

“Can I delay my decision until I don’t have so much tequila and beer in my system?” I requested.

“I’m thinkin’, Toots, you didn’t get me when I told you that you should live more,” he replied.

“So your advice is to make a major life decision naked, in bed with a man I barely know, after having four orgasms, our first fight and while somewhat intoxicated?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he answered without hesitation.

I stared at his shadowed head.

Then I burst out laughing.

“Toots,” he called over my laughter.

But I kept laughing.

So hard I had to lift my head up and shove my face against his neck at the same time wrapping my arms around him to hold on.

There was no reason to do this since I was horizontal, I just did.

“Clara,” he called again when I kept laughing, so I struggled to control it, dropped my head to the bed and looked at him again.

“Give me until morning,” I said through residual giggles.

“Gorgeous, just pointing out, you’re holdin’ on to me tight,” he said quietly, my residual giggles died, and I started to slide my arms away until he ordered, “Don’t,” and I stopped.

“Buck,” I whispered.

“You got until morning,” he acquiesced. My body relaxed under his, his head dipped, and I felt his lips at my ear. “And so do I,” he finished.

His mouth moved to mine, and he kissed me.

Then he went about giving me orgasm five and he took his time doing it.

Shortly after, he took more time and gave me orgasm six.

After that, I passed out, and my last thought was I could enjoy West “Buck” Hardy for a long, long time.

Especially if he could keep all that up.

And I meant all of it.

But mostly, if he kept kissing my nose.

3

Redhot

I opened my eyes to see sun shining into Buck’s room at the clubhouse.

I also saw Buck’s (impressive) chest.

I saw this because my cheek was to his shoulder.

I’d been right and I had a variety of sensory proof.

Buck was muscled everywhere.

He also had tattoos on more than his arms. They slid up his shoulders and there were two on his torso. One, in black ink on his lower left abs over a nasty-looking scar that said, Never Again and another one over his heart that said Gear.