I stared at it as I replied. “I’ve got a different kind of workout planned.”
“Oh?”
I rolled us, so I was above her, my leg nestled between hers. “Yeah. It’s going to be sweaty. Breathless.”
“Hard, too?” she asked, shifting her hips.
I angled mine into her, nudged my dick against her thigh. “Very hard.”
“Mmm,” she replied, her hands sliding down my back as eager as me. Fuck, now that I showed her what it was like, she was insatiable. Fine by fucking me.
I nuzzled her jaw then worked my way down her body, licking and kissing my way down to her pussy. Her fingers moved to my head.
“Where… are you going?”
Settling between her
thighs, I looked up at her. Yeah, I could live here all fucking day. “Gotta warm up first.”
She huffed out a laugh, but it turned into a moan when I licked into her. She didn’t say anything at all after that except for my name when she came all over my mouth and fingers. Only then did I know she was ready, that she was soaked and soft for me. Then I took her. Made her forget everything but me. Made her know who she belonged to. Who was fucking her. Keeping her. Giving her everything.
23
HARPER
A few hours later, we were in the Double B Diner, waiting to meet the president of a motorcycle gang. I was tucked in beside Reed, his arm slung over the back of the booth, his fingers grazing my shoulder. No one sat across from us, and with his size, I could barely see anyone else in the diner around him.
“You said this place is owned by a motorcycle gang?” I asked, looking around. There was nothing about the restaurant that made me think that. It was a typical vintage diner that had been built decades ago, probably when the highway was built. Central entry, booths lining the walls all the way around. Counter seating around the center. We were tucked in the back corner. The table’s surface was orange laminate, and there was a small jukebox on the wall next to the sugar packets and salt and pepper shakers.
It was busy, full of a mix of locals and those stopping for a break on their drive. While Brant Valley wasn’t huge, I’d never been to the place before since it was on the far side of town from the university.
The scent of grilled onions and bacon made my stomach rumble. I’d worked up an appetite with Reed. While I ran every day, muscles I didn’t even know I had were sore. I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps that was what a slew of orgasms made me do.
“Club,” Reed replied. “They’re a club although from the limited info I have on them, they skirt the line on the law.”
“This guy, he’s friends with Gray?”
Reed had told Gray about my problems. At first, I’d been annoyed, but I quickly realized he deserved to know. Guys had camped out in his parking lot. Guys who wanted to hurt me if I didn’t give them money. I wouldn’t blame him if he hated me or kicked me out of the apartment for bringing trouble to his doorstep. Instead, he’d offered his help.
Help in the form of a guy who ran a motorcycle gang. Club.
The waitress brought over the coffee we ordered in a big carafe and two mugs. She set a bowl of creamers beside it then left.
“You heard what happened with Emory last summer?”
I nodded, reaching for the carafe and pouring the dark brew into our mugs.
“Quake Baker helped. He’s the president. She’s sort of under his protection, which covers Gray too although he doesn’t need it.”
“Why?” I asked, stirring my coffee. “I mean, how do they know each other? Quake and Emory?”
“She helped his grandson. The kid and his uncle live a few blocks from her old place, and I guess he got scraped up riding his bike. He’s… eight maybe. He takes care of those who take care of his family.”
Emory was a helper and a mother. I had no doubt she’d taken care of the boy if he’d gotten hurt. She’d even mothered me a bit, getting me into the apartment in Gray’s building.
“What does this have to do with me?” I blew on the coffee, took a tentative sip. Even though I’d also lived near this guy’s son and grandson, I hadn’t known them. Hadn’t helped them in any way.
He looked down at me. “Your brother—”