“Trying to figure out the accounting books, since I seem to suck at it.”
“I didn’t realize motorcycle clubs had an accounting system.”
“You thought we’re just thugs who sit around all day, drinking beer, doing drugs, polishing our guns and giving the finger at the government?”
She shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone think that?”
He smirked. “So why, exactly, would you want to get involved with us?”
“Why would you want to get involved with a motorcycle club?”
“Maybe I like drinking beer, getting high and shooting things.”
Chloe shook her head. “I don’t think so. Some of these yahoos, sure,” she said, waving a finger around. “But you, I feel there’s more than meets the eye, Boone Tempest.”
“Did you learn that from stalking our club?”
She glared at him. “Listen, I’m not here to upset the club, wreck the club or take over. I’m just a girl wanting a man. My business isn’t your business, so unless you’re my thong, stay out of my ass.”
She gave him the sweetest smile she could muster and marched into the clubhouse. A second later, he fell into step behind her. Several more women said hello to her as she walked through the front room and she smiled and waved, before leading the big VP up the stairs to Romeo’s room. He dumped her overnight bag on the bed.
“You legit on your promise of helping the club?” he asked.
“I am.”
“What type of Yakuza puppet do you expect us to be?”
She cocked her head, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play games. The dumb, innocent act doesn’t really suit you.”
“Um, okay. Still don’t know what you mean by being Yakuza puppets, but whatever.”
“And what happens to this deal when you, Romeo and Dax have fucked each other out of your systems?”
“Don’t worry, Boone,” she said, patting his arm. “Business deals are
not
personal. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take a shower before going down to dinner. I was in a hurry after work and missed cleaning up.”
“Don’t hurt them,” he warned quietly and left.
Don’t hurt them? No, she wouldn’t hurt them, but she was very afraid that they would end up hurting her by the time this was over. She’d had tangents and she’d dated a few men, but she just knew—call it intuition or premonition—that she could seriously fall in love with both of them. However, she
was
a stalker. A manipulator. Could they possibly reciprocate her feelings? The pessimist inside her said no.
The feeling of being watched, hunted, had stayed with her all day. Every time she’d stepped out of an operating room, she’d been on the lookout for that Shantel bitch, and knowing that this was probably how Romeo felt, maybe even how her old bodyguard had felt, ate at her. She’d never considered what she did as stalking, but the truth of the matter was that she’d hurt people she’d cared about without intending to. Maybe she
was
crazy. Maybe she really did need some type of help. The thought burned like acid in her gut. How could she stomach going back into the hospital when she’d tried so hard for years to escape?
Trying to push away the dark thoughts, she gathered her toiletries and headed into the attached bathroom. The place needed a good scrubbing, that was for sure. Years of bachelorhood had accumulated in all the corners and it more than grossed her out. The toilet seat was up and she used a napkin to lower the lids. The small linen closet revealed some clean towels, thank goodness. Using a clip to secure her hair on top of her head, she hurried to shower.
Chloe secured the towel wrapped around her body as she stepped out of the bathroom, and came to a halt. Dax sat on the bed, facing the bathroom door. He stared hungrily at her, devouring her with his dark eyes, and immediately the butterflies swarmed through her belly. She knew that this was it, that special moment with Dax that would confirm or disprove her little tangent. The night with Romeo was more than she could’ve dreamed about, but even in the middle of her happiness, she’d thought of Dax. Had wished he’d been with them as they’d fallen asleep.
“Did you have a good day at work?”
She shrugged. “Today was children. Lots of tonsillectomies. But you don’t really care about my work day, do you?”
“Not true,” he replied. “I care about you.”
She snorted. “Really?”
He nodded. “We’re going to accept your offer, Chloe. So I have to know if you still want me?”
“Want you? Let me show you how much you’ve been on my mind.”
Without looking away, she unknotted the towel and let it drop. She stood before him, naked. His gaze raked up and down her body, leaving scorching touches all along the way. Lust turned his face feral, and the thrill of his arousal made her lightheaded. Slowly, she turned around, placed a hand on each of her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart to show him just how serious she was.
“I put this in at the beginning of the day,” she said. “I had a feeling I would need to be stretched very soon.”
Chloe glanced over her shoulder to see how the knowledge that she had a butt plug spreading her anus, just for his cock, affected him. Dax grabbed the erection straining against the fly of his jeans.
“Is that where you want my dick?” he asked her in a husky tone.
Chloe licked her lips and her gaze fell to his fly. “Yes.”
In two strides, he was on her, grabbing her hips to pull her ass to his groin. When he ground into her, it caused the butt plug to sink a little deeper, and she moaned with need. The bulge pressing against her ass had her mouth watering, but before she could beg, he spun her around.
“Take my cock out.”
She was turned on as much by his order as she was by the fantasy streaming through her head. She did what he commanded, but her hands shook from her desire to please him. She eased the zipper down and carefully lifted his large cock out of his pants. She had thought she’d hit the jackpot with Romeo’s well-endowed gift, but Dax just tipped her over into nirvana. He was long and thick, and the hole in the tip leaked clear fluid. She collected a few drops on her finger and stuck it in her mouth. His salty essence burst across her tongue and left her wanting more.
“You naughty girl,” he said. “Did I say you could taste me?”
He reached back with his hand and smacked her on one globe. She jumped as fire licked through her ass.
“Are you wet for me, Chloe?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He went from massaging her ass cheek to running his fingers through her slit. He eased through her folds to find the entrance to her pussy then slipped inside, testing how wet she was. She bucked her hips upward for more, but he left her to reach around to slap her butt again.
“Get on that bed,” he ordered, pointing. “Hands and knees.”
She didn’t think. She just obeyed. Chloe was wet and aching, but she wanted something else beside his fingers. She crawled on her hands and knees across the mattress and looked over her shoulder. He finished undressing then reached into Romeo’s nightstand and pulled out some lube and a few condoms. She wished he would hurry up. All she could think about was having him inside her.
He knelt on the bed, and the mattress dipped from his weight. He moved beyond her vision and that’s when she felt his breath on her backside. A shudder of excitement shot through her. Teeth brushed over her skin and bit, gently, but hard enough to let her know he was there and dominating her ass. Hands palmed her fleshy mounds. Fingers dug in, spreading her.
“What a beautiful sight,” he murmured. A featherlight touch ran over her perineum. Her stretched anus. The butt plug moved then eased out. Cool liquid drizzled down her crack. “You want my dick in your ass?”
“Yes,” she breathed “Please. Fuck my ass.”
The crinkling sound of a condom wrapper had her squirming with impatience. He slapped her ass again and she moaned. Chloe purred as she felt Dax’s engorged cock head sliding back and forth over her rosette. His big hands held her waist as he slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside her rectum. Even though she’d been wearing the butt plug for a while, there was still a little pain, but as soon as the mushroom head popped through the tight ring of muscle, the pain settled into a burn—and she loved the burn. The burn had her pussy weeping. She couldn’t touch herself unless she wanted to fall on her face, and right now, he still possessed her body. She appreciated him going so slowly, letting her adjust, especially for their first time.
Finally, he was seated all the way inside.
“Oh, God,” he murmured, “Seeing my dick buried balls deep in you is so fucking hot. You’re so sexy, Chloe. Beautiful. I can’t believe you were able to take all of me.”
“Please, fuck me, Dax,” she gasped.
He eased back, applied more lube and slid back inside her. She was so full, and she could only imagine how it would feel to have him and Romeo fucking her at the same time. The image had her hips moving to meet his thrusts and soon he pumped her with a steady rhythm.
“Your ass is so tight.”
His fingers dug into her skin to move her faster, back and forth on his cock. Juice leaked from her pussy and ran down her thigh, and she lost the battle over touching her clit. She face planted on the bed as her fingers found her clit and rubbed quickly. Dax’s hands gripped her so tightly that he practically picked up her to fuck her against him. All she could do was grunt and try to keep up with his furious thrusts. The orgasm rose inside her, building and spiraling her upward, and she hoped he was close because she was in the grips of that sweet rush toward ecstasy. Her body convulsed as she came hard all over her hand. Exhilarating. Sublime. And he followed her a second later, shooting his load into the latex barrier.
He collapsed on her, flattening her out, which caused his cock to slide out of her ass. They lay on the bed, panting, recovering. He shifted off her and Chloe turned her head to look at him while her heart calmed. Romeo and Dax had taken her to the heavens and back. Dax drew small circles on her hip with his fingertip, and even though she’d had one of the most intense orgasms of her life, her body surged anew.
“I want to do that again,” she murmured.
“Give me a moment. I think you drained my balls.”
She grinned. “Perhaps you can drain your balls down my throat.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. But the mental image must have given him a jumpstart because his cock began to harden again. She leaned over and grabbed a new condom from the nightstand. He slipped his hand between her thighs to play with her clit. As she turned back to face him, his cock had fully risen. Oh, she loved a man who could keep up with her. She put the condom on his erection then raised up to straddle him. She held onto his dick as she lined up her pussy then lowered herself. He filled her, stretched her, and she threw her head back as her greedy snatch clenched around his thick girth.
“I guess I’m not going to drain my balls down your throat.”
“Next time,” she murmured.
He palmed her breast and twisted her nipples as she began her ride. Up and down, moving smoothly. Her thigh muscles burned with her controlled movements, and she used her vaginal walls to caress the steel rod buried inside her. She leaned forward, and his cock banged against her G-spot, turning the simmering boil roaring through her body into a volcano. She pressed harder down on him, rode him faster. He gripped her hips so tightly she knew there would be bruises, but she didn’t care. He fucked her harder. Deeper. Endorphins raced through her blood and she arched her back, coming again. She cried out Dax’s name and a second later, he joined her in bliss.
Then he pulled her down and into his arms, crushing her against his chest. His cock popped out of her pussy and she was sad for its loss. She loved being filled with him. They didn’t move for a long time, until he shifted a little and reached down to remove the condom and toss it into the nearby trashcan.
“That was amazing,” she murmured sleepily.
“Give me about half an hour and I’ll be ready for round three.”
She leaned up on one elbow and looked at him. “Or we can invite Romeo and really give my little pussy a workout.”
He laughed and slapped her on the ass again, although it was a lot lighter than the previous two.
“Which reminds me, when are you going to call your grandfather?”
She sighed and played with the hair on his chest. “I suppose the sooner the better, eh?”
“Yeah. I have a feeling right now is the calm before the storm.”
She sighed, pulled her hand away and sat up. Her bag was on the floor and she rifled through it until her hand landed on her phone. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, organize what she was going to say, then she dialed her grandfather.
“Hello, Chloe,” her grandfather greeted in Japanese.
She glanced at Dax and answered in the same language. “Grandfather. I need your help.”
He was quiet for a moment, and she could only guess what was going through his mind. “Another situation like before?”
“No. Not another tangent. Hear me out. Please.”
“I’m listening.”
She took a deep breath for courage. Staring down idiot Shanks minions was nothing compared to talking to her powerful grandfather.
“I want you to release my trust fund,” she said. “I want two million in cash delivered to the Men of Hell compound where I’m staying. In Bair, Nebraska. The rest of the money I want in weapons, everything from 9 millimeters to fully automatic guns. Ammunition, flash grenades, basically all the standard fare you give to start out an operation.”
“That fund was in place for your future.”
“No, that fund is blood money. Besides, I’ve found my future.”
He snorted. “With a bunch of uncouth bikers?”
“You’re one to talk, grandfather. I grew up at the feet of gangsters, remember? Oh, and one last thing. I want you to send Kaiya.”
“Send her where?”
“Here,” she replied. “The club needs an accountant and Kaiya is a whiz at numbers.”
“No,” he said. “How could you possibly even think about taking her from the shelter of our ancestral home?”
“Home? No, not her home. Her convent. She needs a life. You’re not sheltering her, you’re keeping her prisoner.”