Bitter Sweet Deception (The Kingsmen M.C Book 4) (5 page)

I feel his knees shift, aligning himself, and close my eyes tight as I feel the head tickle my wetness. I brace myself. I know this is his absolute favorite. I know he tries to control himself, but I also know he rarely wins that battle.

“
Uhh
h…,
”
 
a loud breath of powerfully forced air escapes as I take his thrust.

Even though my eyes are clenched tight, I feel them roll back in satisfaction. This position was never my favorite before Clink. Maybe they never knew what they were doing, I do
n’
t know. But now, I ca
n’
t even imagine not having it.

“
Agh
!
”
 
Another deep thrust. He leans forward and kisses my shoulder, sweat dripping from his body from his efforts.

I try to remain as present as possible but it never seems to be long before I slip into a state of sated bliss as he pumps away.

He slaps my ass, hard.

“
Mine
.
”

******

CLINK

Holy fuck
.  I pant heavily. I ca
n’
t speak. I can barely think. Suga
r’
s passed out next to me with a huge fucking smile on her face. I raise my hand to run back through my hair. That was hands down, the absolute best
I’
ve ever had. And tha
t’
s some tough competition to be up against.

I look down at Charli
e’
s sleeping face. 
What the hell have I gotten myself into? 
I swore I would never do this again, take on another o
l’
lady. But even thinking of mySugar ever being with another man the way she was just with me, makes me wanna fucki
n’
rage.

I’
d been thinking about this for weeks, going back and forth, not sure if I wanted to really do this. Were
n’
t things just fine the way they were? No expectations, no falling short. It was the perfect arrangement, right? Why go and fuck it up?

I’
ll tell you why. Only she can push my buttons the way she does. My damn dick practically jumps outta my pants every time I see her, and my head gets all messed up anytime I think sh
e’
s gonna wise up and take off.
I’
ve unconsciously given her test after test to give me reason not to do this. But, she passed them all. Sh
e’
s proven her loyalty to the club, to me. Sh
e’
s proven that she can put up with my thick fucking head and wicked stubborn streak. She can match me blow for blow when we get into it and does
n’
t put up with my shit.

The final test was tonight. It was two-fold.

Firstly, I never thought I would be able to stomach being in this house with another woman after the misery that was left behind by the last one who lived here. Surprisingly enough, Charlie fits in here. I would want to come home every night if she were here. Secondly, the bed. I let loose tonight, held nothing back. I needed to be sure that any woman who was going to wear my leather was able to keep up, satisfy me completely. If
I’
m gonna take an o
l’
lady like Charlie, one that I have no doubt would cut my dick off with a spoon if I fucked around on her, I needed to make sure she could take care of her man.

Looks like I need to go buy her a rag.

CHAPTER FOUR

CHARLIE

All right, so i
t’
s not in this cabinet, either. I turn around and look at the kitchen in its entirety. If I were a can of coffee, where the hell would I be?

“
Babe!! Where the hell is your coffee
?
”
 
I call out to the back rooms.

Clink jumped in the shower after me, but
I’
m pretty sure h
e’
s been out for a little while.

“
U
m…
I do
n’
t know, the store
?
”
 
he answers as he strolls in, smelling like aftershave. He sees my look of shock.
 “
Is this a trick question
?
”

“
N
o…
it is
n’
t a trick question, smartass. You have no coffee, no fruit, no dish soap, napkins, I mean, reall
y…
how do you live like this
?
”

He rolls his eyes,
 “
Did
n’
t have a need for those things. Since you have a little list already started of things I need,
you
can go to the store
.
”

I cluck my tongue,
 “
Oh I
can
, can I. Are you feeling all right? You seem to be delusional
.
”

I put my hand on my hip.
I’
m nobod
y’
s housekeeper. He laughs, reaching in to his pocket, withdrawing his thick money clip and unfolding several bills, placing them on the kitchen counter.

“
Get some steaks, and
maybe
,  just mayb
e…,
”
 
he pulls me in close,
 “I’
ll cook you dinner and then dessert
.
”

I arch my eyebrow.
 “
Yo
u’
re gonna cook me dinne
r
…
and
dessert
?
”

His eyes dance in the morning light.

“I’
m gonna cook you dinne
r…b
ut yo
u’
re gonna
be
  dessert
.
”

I swallow hard.
 “
Oh
.
”

******

“
Taylor. How about Taylor
?
”
 
I know the answer before she even opens her mouth.

Li
l’
s politely finishes her mouthful before turning it down,
 “
A
h…
no. I do
n’
t think so
.
”

I let my head fall back. This girl is too much.

“
Li
l’
s, at this rate you are gonna bring that baby home from the hospital and still not have a name for it
.
”

She waves me off,
 “
I
t’
ll come to me. When I find the right nam
e…I’
ll just know
.
”

I laugh,
 “
Whatever you say, momma
.
”

She takes another bite of the lasagna on her plate. I swear, she might be singlehandedly creating a lasagna shortage in Chisolm. Every time I see the woman, sh
e’
s eating the same thing. Talk about cravings.

She eyes her almost emptied plate, deciding whether she has the ambition to polish it off.

“
So, you riding this weekend, or what
?
”

She finally decides against eating the remaining few bites. Tha
t’
s a first. As she painstakingly begins to raise herself to clear off her dish, I squash i
t
… fast.

“
Sit your ass down, Li
l’
s.
I’
ve got it
.
”

I take her plate as she reluctantly hands it over, and walk it over to the empty sink for a quick rinse before depositing it into the dishwasher. Fork to follow.

“I’
ve gotta get going in a minute, you sure I ca
n’
t bring up the laundry for you
?
”

Li
l’s
laundry room is in the basement, and it makes me nervous thinking of her going up and down those steps when no on
e’
s home.
I’
ve seen more than a couple of those accidents in the E.R.

“
If my laundry miraculously appears on the kitchen table, le
t’
s just say I would
n’
t be devastated. But, yo
u’
re not stepping foot outside this kitchen until you answer my question
,
”
 
she threatens.

I exhale deep as I set to wiping her counters with the sponge in hand. I do
n’
t know the answer to her question. So far
I’
ve gotten by, by playing dumb about it. Sure,
I’
ve heard all about the charity run and camping trip. But, Clin
k’
s never asked me to go on any of his other runs, so i
t’
s nothing out of the ordinary for me not to go asking questions about this one.

Although, I know this on
e’
s different. I know i
t’
s a full show of force for the MC, a loyalty ride. All brothers, all o
l’
ladies and wives. To be one of those people and not ride is like a slap in the face to the club.

Clink has
n’
t mentioned it or even asked me about my work schedule this weekend, though luckily enoug
h
…
I’
m off. 
I’
ve pulled plenty of double shifts these last few months while w
e’
ve been shorthanded down at the hospital, and the HR department is finally catching up to my ass about it, mandating me to start using some of the banked time
I’
ve been accumulating.

“
Do
n’
t know what yo
u’
re talki
n
’
‘
bout, Li
l’
s. Clink never asks me to go on a run
,
”
 
I camouflage my hidden knowledge quite well, I think.

Li
l’
s gets up to clean off the table.
 “
You know damn well i
t’
s not a run, Charlie. He has
n’
t asked you yet
?
”

I toss the wrung-out sponge back into its canister and turn to face my interrogator,
 “
Nope. W
e’
re not reall
y…
there, yet
.
”

Li
l’
s eyes me suspiciously.
 “
Oh, yo
u’
re there already, yo
u’
re both too fucking stubborn to admit it, though
.
”

I reach forward to give her a little peck on the cheek, and then bend down to pat her belly,
 “
Bye, Tate
.
”

I raise my eyes to its momma, silently questioning her reception to the name choice.

“
Uh, uh
.
”

Damn.

******

Clin
k’
s text comes through as I leave Jay and Li
l’
s house.

MEET ME AT THE HOUSE AT 4:30 BABE

AND GET THE STEAKS FROM THE BUTCHER

THE GOOD ONES

I hit the supermarket first, stocking up on the staples and necessities, as Clink has absolutely nothing in his cupboards. Seeing as the supplies are for his own place, I convince myself to use the money he gave me, although i
t’
s way too much. I even feel awkward walking around with this much cash in my bag, clutching it to me like a nervous tourist. I must look like a paranoid freak right now.

My car is filling up fast, with all the grocery bags spilling out in the back seat, the trunk already full with others. My overnight bag of clothes and personal things sits next to me in the front. I do
n’
t know for sure if
I’
ll be staying the night at his place again, but I do
n’
t want to be caught unprepared like last night.

With one more stop at the butcher on Main Street to make, I check my watch to make sure
I’
m running on time. Force of habit. If ther
e’
s one thing a nurse wh
o’
s just worked a twelve hour shift hates, i
t’
s waiting on another nurse to show her ass up to work to relieve her. W
e’
re notoriously prompt because of it.
I’
ve got about twenty minutes to kill. Plenty of time to get the steaks and stop for a good bottle of wine to go with it.

Clin
k’
s not much of a wine drinker. He prefers anything brown. Beer, whisky, bourbo
n…
but
I’
m sure h
e’
ll have some if I do. The liquid store is off of Ginger Road, near Main. I pull into the small parking lot near the rear and make a quick trip to grab a bottle of Merlot. The line is a bit of a wait, so I grab a bottle of Jack in passing, just in case Clin
k’
s not feeling refined enough for the more mature drink.

The butcher shop has an even longer line, with all the customers trying to grab some quick things for dinner. I get my steaks and quickly pay the cashier before noticing that
I’
m running on ten minutes late now. I roll my eyes at my imaginary tardiness.

Whatever.

By the time I get to Clin
k’
s house, the place is crawling with bikes and a moving van. Oka
y…s
o much for a quiet dinner for two. The driveway is left clear for me, so I pull in behind Clin
k’
s Escalade. He never drives the thing.
I’
m pretty sure
I’
ve only been in it once, when his bike was getting some repairs done.

As soon as I kill the engine, several of the bikers come over to help me unload the groceries, even taking the bags that I carry from my arms.

“
Damn, maybe you can come stock my place next, Charlie
?
”
 
T.J. admires the food choices from his bag.

“
Get your own o
l’
lady, kid
,
”
 
Blue laughs as he passes us, walking double time with a paper sack in each hand.

T.J
.’
s sweet. I have
n’
t gotten to know him as well as some of the other brothers, but so fa
r…
h
e’
s one of my favorites. I came in, just in time to see him go through that mess with Li
l’
s friend that was killed. It broke my heart. Ever since then, I just want to treat him like a wounded little kitten. Well, a wounded little kitten covered in leather and who swears like a sailor.

I laugh at the mental image.
 “I’
ll see what I can do
,
”
 
I tell T.J.

“
How the fuck should I know where it goes? Ask the woman
.
”
 
I hear Clink bellow out to one of the young prospects unloading groceries in the kitchen. H
e’
s on his knees, bent over, fiddling with some wires behind the giant TV stand. The brand new TV stand with a matching over-sized TV on top, that was definitely
not
there this morning.