Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) (21 page)

G
onzo

A
ngelica had been giving
me updates on Britches, but I was pleased to get a phone call from her just before noon.

“Maggie says if she brings me to your house in a van, I should be able to clean for you.”

“Because if you lose control, she and I will be there to help?”

“Yeah. If you’re good with that, I can clean.”

“If you want to do it and you think you’re ready then I’m good with it. I’ve had someone else cleaning for me, but I’m not replacing you. They know you’ll be doing it again when you get better.”

“Get better? Oh, because I’ve supposedly got mono, right?”

“Yeah. You aren’t sick, you just have to learn control, but sometimes I think those words are unhelpful, because you kind of have to work
with
your wolf, too. If you just try to control her she’s going to fight you. Sometimes, you have to compromise — give your wolf something she wants that you don’t mind giving in on, so she’ll agree to something you want that she’s against.”

She was quiet a few moments and said, “Thanks. No one’s told me that but it feels right.”

“There won’t be sex, Britches. If you’re ready to see if you can have sex without
changing
, you’ll have to go to someone else.”

“I thought you liked doing wolves more than humans because they can take more?”

“That isn’t it.”

She was quiet, waiting for me to tell her, and I finally said, “I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, but my wolf has chosen someone, and no matter how much I try to argue, he’s insisting. So, until I figure this out it seems…”
It seems I’m celibate
, but she didn’t need to know that.

Fuck, I’d go
crazy
without sex, but I didn’t see an alternative.

“I never thought you’d settle down, but if you’re happy then I’m happy for you.”

“What time will you be here?”

She laughed, “There’s my grumpy Gonzo. I think we can be there in about thirty or forty minutes, if that’s good for you. I was the wolf a while last night, and I just ate about five pounds of beef, so I should be able to stay human long enough to clean a house.” She sounded more hopeful than sure, but I figured this would be a good first outing for her.

A few weeks after I’d been bitten I was bitter and angry, and I had no desire to learn to control the wolf. I wanted to be the wolf all of the time — I wanted to stop being human.

Britches had wanted this for years, and she reveled in her increased strength, hearing, and smell. She adored her wolf and loved who she was in her two legged form as well.

I worked in my yard again while she cleaned. Maggie stayed with her in the house but she sat in my living room and read, and gave Britches space to work.

I went inside as I figured she was finishing, and I pulled some more cash from my safe.

Dawg had let Randall’s people in to do the door between the twins’ rooms, and stayed while they’d worked. I’d drawn a big X on the wall where the kids wanted it, and after more talk with the contract manager who’d called, we’d decided on a pocket door. It was more expensive than a regular one, but I liked not having a door come out into one of the rooms.

“What are you doing with the two rooms?” Britches asked as she came into the kitchen where I was figuring out what to eat.

“Bedrooms for my kids. Most of the furniture will arrive next week, I hope.”

“You haven’t been here much since the last time it was cleaned.”

“No, things have been hectic, and on the nights I’ve had time to come home, I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Yeah. I get that. Randall wants me in the Pack, and my wolf yearns for it, but I just… can’t.”

“I made the same decision, but it’s hard being a lone wolf. I have the MC — without them I’m not sure I’d survive on my own.”

I handed her the money, she pocketed it, and I hugged her.

I smiled as I watched them drive away, because I hadn’t wanted to fuck her. I’d been assuming I’d have a hard-on the whole time she was here, thinking about how it felt to sink into her ass and pissed it was off-limits, but I hadn’t
wanted
to fuck her.

I’d been holding off on taking things farther with Connie because I worried I couldn’t follow through, but in that moment I realized I didn’t want to take this slow.

I texted Angelica to call me when she could talk, and I started making plans. I have no idea why men take women to a restaurant that serves tons of food before they try to seduce them. The idea is to feed them really good food, but not too much. The Tapas place would be perfect, and then perhaps a suite at The Read House, or maybe the The Chattanoogan.

Angelica called back sooner than I expected and I asked, “Would you be willing to babysit my kids for a night? I don’t want my first time with Connie to be when we’re having to be quiet so we don’t wake them. Bash is scheduled for patrol this weekend, so if you spend the night at Connie’s with them, it should work out, maybe?”

“I’d love to babysit your kids. I think I might be a little in love with both of them, to be honest.”

The sound of her voice, the wistfulness… “You want kids?”

“Eventually. Not yet, but… yeah.”

“You should talk to Bash about it.”

“My wolf is ready but I’m not. Too many career pitfalls to getting pregnant right now. It’ll happen, but it’s going to be a few years.”

“You’ll be an awesome mom, and Bash will be a fierce father.”

She laughed. “No shit. He’s fierce about pretty much everything he does. Let me know when and I’m there.”

I let her go and sat and stared at my phone.

Now I just had to convince Connie the kids would be fine with Angelica. I grabbed my phone and texted her.

I
t’s supposed
to be warm and pretty this evening. How about I grab a ton of food from KFC and we meet in the park at five thirty for a picnic?

I
was working
on Dawg’s flower beds when she finally texted back.

S
ounds wonderful
. I’ll bring the blanket, dishes, and sweet tea.

T
hey were already there
when I arrived five minutes early on my Harley, and the kids had a fit over my bike. I’d ridden it to the house once, but Chloe had been in meltdown mode so no one had noticed.

Today, however, my bike made me king of the world and the coolest dad on the planet, according to them.

And who was I to argue with four year olds?

I let them both sit on it, but told them I couldn’t take them for a ride.

“Why not?” This time Declan was the one asking.

“Lots of reasons, and maybe we’ll talk about them later, but you’ll both have to be a whole lot bigger before we can even discuss it.”

I knew Bud had ridden Angelica around since she was old enough to hang on, but no way was I risking it. I trust my own riding, it’s the other idiots on the road who make it dangerous. I’d ride them once their wolves had come, so they could
change
and heal if we took a spill.

I got the food out of my saddlebags and we all carried it to Connie, who was sitting on the blanket deciding how she felt about my bike, and I wasn’t sure if she was landing on the positive or negative side, but I feared the latter.

The kids jabbered on about my bike while Connie and I got their plates fixed, and then all conversation stopped while they inhaled the food. Yeah, they were definitely tiny little werewolves in training.

When we finished eating, I sent them off to play with a beach ball I blew up for them, and I took a breath and prepared to ask Connie out on a date.

“The kids liked Angelica, and she’s at that point where she wants kids and adores them, but feels it’s the wrong point in her career to get pregnant and become a mom.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “What are you beating around the bush to ask me?”

“I’d like to take you out on a real date, and Angelica has agreed to babysit. She can come to your house, or my house, or have them at her apartment — whichever you’re most comfortable with.”

She looked at the kids playing a few seconds before saying, “If you trust her with them then I will, though I’ve never hired a babysitter before. I know we need time alone if we’re going to explore this, but I don’t anticipate doing this once a week.”

“Neither do I, but we need this now.” I took a breath. “Just to be clear, this is going to be an overnight date, so you’ll need to bring a change of clothes.”

Her face turned to mine so fast it’s a wonder she didn’t hurt her neck. I caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Nothing to worry about. No expectations.”

Okay, so that was a lie, but if she thought I meant for us to have sex she’d worry herself into a tizzy all week and then would be so uptight I’d never get her to relax and enjoy it.

“Where will we stay?”

“I asked you out, I’m planning it. I’ll be in my normal jeans, but they won’t be ripped or stained. You can wear whatever you want — dressy will be appropriate if you prefer, or you can wear jeans along with me. I can pick you up at seven, or I can come at six to help you get the twins bathed and into their pajamas so we can leave at seven, and you can tell them they can play their video games with Angelica until eight, at which time she’ll read their stories to them when she puts them to bed.”

She nodded. “I’ll make up a guest bedroom for her, and leave instructions for the video games and how to handle breakfast, and some activities to keep them busy after they’ve eaten.”

I hadn’t realized how nervous I’d been about her accepting until I relaxed when it appeared she was agreeing to it.

I smiled as I kissed her on the forehead and asked, “So it’s a date?”

She leaned into my embrace as I asked, and said, “Yeah. It’s a date. Just don’t make me have to hit you with a lamp.”

“No means no, Connie. You don’t want to do something, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

G
onzo

T
he kids had
a million and one questions about where their Aunt Constance and I were going. They were excited Angelica — or Princess Jellica, according to Chloe — was staying with them, but nothing worked to move them to another topic when it came to where I was taking their aunt and why she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow after breakfast.

I finally squatted to their level and told them, “Sometimes grown-ups do things kids aren’t allowed to do. We’re going to eat at a restaurant the two of you would
hate
because they have really strange food and they don’t give you much of it, and you have to be extra-special quiet from the time you walk inside until you leave. Then we’re going to do some other grown-up things. We won’t be too far away — if you need us we can come right back, but Angelica will take really good care of you and I
know
you’ll have fun with her. If she tells me you were good tonight then I’ll take you and your aunt to see another waterfall tomorrow.”

They looked at each other a few seconds, as if deciding if I’d given them enough, nodded, and then ran to the video games to decide what they wanted to play first.

I gave Angelica a hug as I said, “Thanks, Tink.”

“Why did you call her Tink?” asked Declan.

“Is she
Tinkerbell
?” Chloe shouted, and I laughed before I could help myself.

“No, she’s really good at working on motorcycles and old cars, kinda like Tinkerbell probably would if she lived in our world.”

After another ten minutes of conversation Connie and I were finally on our own. She was clearly nervous, so I kept the conversation to the twins on the way to the restaurant.

I already had the key to our suite at The Read House, and I’d put wine, chocolates, a variety of fruit, and a can of whipped cream in the refrigerator. Since she didn’t like paper plates, I’d bought some fancy plates and wine glasses, too.

Thankfully, she’d never eaten at the restaurant I chose, so I got to help her through the menu. I insisted she let me feed her some of the finger foods, and I smelled the first hints of arousal from her as my finger brushed her lips.

The smell was my own personal aphrodisiac, apparently, because my cock came to life at the scent. I ignored it, though. My focus was on keeping her relaxed and happy, and not letting her have a chance to get uptight.

One of the menu items was something she’d had in South America, and I listened to the stories of her trips to the Amazon and surrounding areas to help look for new plants. She told fun stories her guides had shared, and talked about meeting villagers who had almost no contact with anyone outside their little enclave in the jungle. They were completely self-sufficient, and she’d learned much from them about how they treated injuries and illnesses.

I kept the conversation going after I’d paid and we were in the car, but she almost shut down on me when I let the valet at the hotel take the car.

I had her bag in one hand, and I pulled her to me with the other as I kissed her forehead. “No means no. We’re going to have fun tonight without the kids around. Just you and me, but nothing will happen unless you want it to. No pressure, Connie.
Fun
.”

She nodded but didn’t relax, and I rolled my eyes as I told her, “Okay, you need more wine. I have some in the suite, so let’s go.”

She’d worn a skirt and a short sleeved sweater, it wasn’t especially dressy and I realized she’d tried to find a balance between dressing fancy and looking like she and I were together. I was looking forward to taking all of it off her, but I was playing around with the idea of leaving the skirt on for her first orgasm.

Unless she agreed to the little game I was hoping I could convince her to play with me.

I settled her bag on one of the luggage stands, right next to the one I’d brought earlier, and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then put my mouth at her ear. “First rule — there are things in the refrigerator I’ve brought to surprise you, so no looking or you’ll spoil the surprise.”

I wasn’t sure if she liked my breath on her ear, or the idea she was getting a surprise, but her arousal grew once more and I inhaled it without worrying about whether my hard-on might show.

I pulled a sleep mask from an outer pocket of my bag and said, “I promised dessert at the hotel. Do you trust me enough to sit on the bed and let me put this on you so I can feed you?”

She looked at the mask in my hand a few moments, then met my gaze. “You bought one that doesn’t put pressure on the eyeballs. How did you know regular sleep masks can cause vision problems?”

“It’s my responsibility to never do something that might cause you harm.”

The scientist was overriding the woman, and I needed to bring the woman to the forefront… but the scientist needed to be placated, first.

I wasn’t sure my response had been the right one until she sat on the bed and gave a tiny nod.

I went to one knee and carefully slid her shoes off. “All the way up and get comfortable. Lean against the headboard if you want — whatever it takes so you can have some fun with this.”

She gave me a sideways grin as she pushed back until she was sitting cross-legged near the center of the bed with her skirt tucked around her all prim and proper.

I kissed her nose before putting the sleep mask on. “I’ll talk to you while I’m getting everything together, so you’ll know where I am in the room. Your hands are free and you can take it off whenever you want, but I hope you’ll leave it on. It’s kind of important to me that if I put it on, I’m the one who takes it off.”

Her scent was a mixture of arousal, adrenaline, and uncertainty, and I talked as I moved off the bed and toward the refrigerator.

“With your eyesight gone you’ll feel the air currents across your skin more, you’ll hear every move and noise I make, and you may even smell more than you’re used to picking up.” I’d organized everything so it didn’t take me long to get it all on the cork-lined tray, and it wasn’t long before I was climbing back on the bed and asking her to open her mouth.

“Why?”

“So I can feed you dessert.”

She tentatively opened her mouth and I touched a small piece of milk chocolate to her bottom lip before offering it so she could get her teeth around it.

She groaned in pleasure as it melted in her mouth, and I couldn’t help but smile.

My left hand rested on her knee so she wouldn’t feel the loss of me as I used my right hand to feed her, so I took my time reaching for the dark semi-sweet chocolate.

“Open.”

She made an unpleasant face at first, getting bitter when she expected sweet, but then moaned in pleasure once her taste buds adjusted and she realized she liked this as well.

Next came a strawberry slice, and it took her a second to guess what it was.

She was hesitant to stick her tongue out, but guessed peanut butter right away.

I gave her a small apple slice, then a grape. When she’d swallowed I said, “Okay, stick your tongue out for me again, please.”

She liked the Nutella, but I could tell she couldn’t place it. When she finally gave up I told her, “Did I mention you have to remove an article of clothing when you guess wrong or don’t know what something is?”

She went stock still but the scent of her arousal filled the room. I’d already cleaned my hands with baby wipes, so I leaned forward and lifted the bottom of her thin little sweater. “Arms over your head, Connie.”

My dick throbbed when she did as I told her, and I pulled the delicate, silky sweater off and set it to the side before I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft, welcoming, and it would’ve been easy for me to get lost in the kiss, but I had more planned.

I put some whipped cream on a strawberry slice, but then gave her a piece of pepperjack cheese. She waved her arms and squealed, but then chewed it up and swallowed before saying, “I heard whipped cream!”

“Did you now? Would you like some wine?”

She nodded and reached her hand out, but I held the glass to her lips and tilted it so she could drink. We did okay without spilling any, and I told her, “Damn, I was looking forward to licking what you dribbled off your skin.”

Another spike of arousal, and this time I gave her the strawberry slice with the whipped cream and she groaned in pleasure.

She’d rested her right hand on my left one, and she caressed it as she chewed and swallowed, so I hoped she was ready for me to trip her up again.

I reached for the little kiwi ball I’d scooped out with a melon baller, and I touched it to her bottom lip. She opened for me, and my dick wanted me to rest
him
on her bottom lip next, but I ignored him, for now.

She chewed and seemed confident when she said, “You peeled a grape.”

“Ohhh, too bad. Do you want to lose your bra or your skirt?”

“My underwear.”

“Sorry, you can only take something off that’s already visible.”

“You’re making the rules up as you go along!”

Her smile told me she was playing around, so I touched her left hand, ran my hand up her arm, and then slid a finger under her bra strap at the front of her shoulder. “I can’t wait to see you without a bra on, but I’d be just as happy to have you sitting in front of me in your underwear.”

“I… I… can we stop with the food and maybe kiss? I’ll play along and take my bra off, but I don’t want to just sit here feeling naked when I’m not in your arms.”

“Do you want to take the mask off?”

She shook her head. “You said you wanted to be the one to take it off, so unless something scares me, I’ll try to let you decide when it comes off.”

“Okay, sit tight while I put everything but our wine in the fridge.” I lifted the tray and took it to the kitchen, put a piece of aluminum foil over the whole thing, and slid it into the refrigerator, thankful the suite had more than just a mini-fridge. I talked as I moved, so she’d know where I was. “That last one was a kiwi ball, by the way. We have plenty of food left for a midnight snack.”

While I was up I used the dimmer switch to turn the lights down to practically nothing, so her eyes wouldn’t take as long to adjust when I took the sleep mask off — because I was going to be looking into her eyes the first time I sank my cock into her.

As I stepped near the bed I told her, “I’m taking my shirt off… and now I’m unbuckling my belt. I’ll leave my underwear on, but I figure it’s only fair I go down to my skivvies, too.”

I climbed onto the bed before I touched her, so she’d know I was close. Her scent told me she was close to being more nervous than aroused, and that wouldn’t do.

C
onnie

E
very time
I started to get nervous and think too much, Gonzo did something to reassure me. He’d once told me the wolf knows when others are afraid, and I’d vowed at that moment to never show fear around him again, but I think he knows even when I’m doing my best to act casual.

Now he touched my knee, but I expected it because I’d felt his body moving toward me on the bed. Instead of being startled, it comforted me — and then when he slid his hand up my leg to my hip, up the side of my body to my shoulder, and cradled my cheek as his lips touched mine, it’s possible I melted inside.

The orgasm he’d given me before had shown me that when I’d felt warm and funny, I’d been sexually aroused. I’d never felt it before and had no way of knowing, but now it made me want his hands
down there
again.

Instead, his hands moved to my shoulders, down my back and to my bra strap. His lips were a constant caress and I couldn’t think of anything but what was happening at my mouth, but it felt as if he waited a few seconds before unfastening my bra, as if he was giving me a chance to tell him I’d changed my mind.

The cool air drew my nipples even tighter, but I resisted the urge to cover them. My stomach flip-flopped as he gently pressed me back until I was lying supine on the bed, and my heart sped as he kissed his way to my left ear, down the side of my neck, and to my breasts.

I’d never been aware of a direct link from my breasts to my groin before, but the fire he’d lit earlier grew so hot I couldn’t keep my hips still, and I groaned as he pulled my nipple into his mouth.

Why did I crave his touch all over, when other men gave me the heebie-jeebies just touching my hand? I didn’t know and at that moment I didn’t care. I needed him in a way I’d never even wanted anyone else, and my hips moved themselves as I gave a breathy moan.

Gonzo stayed at my breasts, though, making sure both got ample attention, and I gasped and moved my hips every time he released one nipple only to pull the other into the warmth of his mouth as his hands massaged all around them, I heard myself telling him, “I
need
… I don’t know what I need, but I need
more
.”

“I’ll take care of you. Just lay back and feel, and keep talking to me so I know where you are.” He talked as he kissed lower, and lower, and I felt his hands feeling for the zipper on my skirt. I lifted my hips so he could get to it in the back, and then squirmed as I realized he was pulling my panties off along with the skirt.

I felt so raw, naked, and
exposed
, but he didn’t let it last long before he was kissing the inside of my thighs — and then he went higher. I was about to protest when his mouth landed right
there
, and all I could do was inhale and exhale as the bed turned into a magic carpet flying us through space.

With everyone else I think I was analyzing my reactions and looking at them scientifically. However, Gonzo had somehow managed to shut that portion of my brain down, and nothing existed except for his mouth on my — I’m going to have to use his terminology because
vagina
just doesn’t give an accurate picture — nothing existed except his mouth on my pussy.

I’d had several orgasms when he’d used his fingers on me before, and this had made me do a little research the next day on how many orgasms a female can have. I’d learned some women have one and they’re done, others have one or two, and some can have dozens. I wasn’t thinking of my research, though, as he brought me to my first orgasm and reality splintered around me. I don’t know if the blindfold made it more intense, or if they’d always be so freaking intense when his mouth was on me, but it was as if I lost control of my body as the orgasm took over and I was immersed in wave after wave of pure ecstasy.