Slay (Storm MC #4) (21 page)

I made my way to the bar, and Sharon smiled at me.  “Layla, this is my daughter, Madison,” she said.  Then she indicated to the other woman and introduced us.  “And this is Velvet.”

Madison gave me a huge smile.  “Hi Layla, I’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Really?”  She was nothing like I’d imagined.  I’d figured the daughter of a biker president would possibly be a nasty bitch, so her friendliness surprised the hell out of me.

“Of course.  The woman who tamed my brother . . . but he’s been so damn secretive.”

I laughed.  “Tame Donovan?  I don’t think any woman could do that.”

“You call him Donovan . . . I love that,” she murmured.

Velvet joined in the conversation.  “I don’t think I even knew what his real name was.”

Before I could say anything, Madison said, “I’m having a BBQ next weekend.  I’d love for you and Blade to come.”

“I’d love to, but I have to work.”

“I’ll work for you, Layla, if you want to go,” Sharon offered.

I frowned.  “Won’t you be at the BBQ?”

“I don’t mind not going so you and Blade can go.”

Madison didn’t hide her excitement.  “Fantastic!  Not this Sunday, but the next at five o’clock.  I’ll see you then.”

They said their goodbyes and left.  I looked at Sharon.  “Is Madison always that excited?”

She grinned.  “When it comes to Blade, yes.  Those two have a special bond I can’t even begin to understand.  I think it’s perhaps because she gave him her love without any conditions when they finally met, and that wasn’t something he’d ever had before.”

It sounded like it could be true.  Donovan craved love and acceptance after his shitty childhood.  I just hoped he would continue to let us all in.

Chapter Twenty

Blade

I listened to Merrick go on about the issues we had with the Hurley bid, but my mind kept drifting to Layla and thoughts of fucking her this morning.  It had been nearly two weeks since the night I’d shared my shit with her, and she’d been nothing but fucking amazing since.

“Blade, are you listening?”  Merrick cut into my thoughts. 

“Yeah.  Tell me where we are with the union.”

“Whatever Onyx said to Phil worked because the union negotiations are almost finished and didn’t hurt us too much.  Phil obviously talked to his buddies there.”

I snorted at his choice of words.  Phil Deacon didn’t ‘talk’ to anyone, he used force. 

“Thank fuck,” I muttered.

“I’ve still got Ben watching him, though.  I don’t trust him not to fuck with us again.”

I raised my brows.  “Surely not.  I would have thought, after our last encounter, he’d realise that’s not a good idea.”

“You were too soft on him.  You know he’s a fucking loose cannon.”

I scowled at him.  “We’ll see.”

Shaking his head, he muttered something I didn’t quite catch.

Ignoring him, I asked, “Have you heard anything on the street about Ricky and what he’s up to with regards to Storm?”

“No.  Scott hasn’t kept you updated?”

I stood.  “No, I haven’t spoken to him for over a week.  It’s about time I set up a meet with him.  I want an update on Ricky and also on Blue.”

“Today, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I grabbed my keys and phone and walked towards the door.  “I won’t be back in today,” I said.

He grinned.  “Fucking pussy-whipped.”

I headed out into the fresh air, my thoughts drifting back to Layla.

Her back arched, head thrown back, hair splayed across the bed.

Her hands gripping the sheet as she screamed out my name.

Her eyes as they focused on mine after her orgasm.

He’s right. 

I’m fucking pussy-whipped.

I forced her out of my mind and called Scott.

“Blade,” he answered.

“We need to meet and go over where we’re at.”

“Today?”

“Yeah.  Can you guys do it now?”

“Pretty sure we can both make it.  I’ll let you know if there are any problems.  Usual place?”

“Good.  I’ll see you then,” I said and hung up.

It was time to move this fucking plan along.  And it looked like Ricky Grecian just might be the key to make that happen.

***

I arrived at the meeting place an hour later.  It was a hidden picnic area in a national park far away from Storm’s clubhouse, and it was the place we met when the three of us needed to talk without having any prying eyes or ears on us.  I watched as they walked towards me, thinking the day we put this plan into motion was a turning point in my relationship with Scott.  Griff had come up with the plan so he could get closer to Marcus and find out insider information that would help Scott boot Marcus out. 

“Scott, VP,” I greeted them with a chin lift.

Scott chuckled because he knew how much Griff hated it when I called him that. 

“Fuck off,” Griff muttered.

I smirked.  “Griff, it’s too fucking easy to shit you.”

“Yeah, well, you’d be the same if you had a mind full of shit and people in your fucking ear all the time about bullshit club business.”  He looked at Scott.  “I don’t know how the fuck you managed to do this job and not lose your shit.”

“Which is why we need to move this along,” I said.  “The sooner we get rid of Marcus, the sooner you can restore some order in the club.”

“We still haven’t located Blue,” Scott said.

“I think it’s time we gave up on that,” I suggested.  “We can use Ricky instead.”

Griff furrowed his brows.  “How so?”

“We need to flush him out, make him show his hand where Storm is concerned.  He wants you guys to back off his territory, and if you push him, he’ll come for you.”

They contemplated it, and then Scott said, “So, he fucks with us which will hurt Marcus and cause his supporters to think twice, yeah?”

“Yeah, you just need to make them doubt him so that once he’s gone, they’re more receptive to you stepping into his shoes.  Up until now, he’s had too much support for that to have much impact but there’s so much disorder in the club now, I think this has a shot at working.”

Griff nodded.  “I like it.”

“You know Ricky well, Blade, so what do you suggest is the best way to piss him off?” Scott asked.

“Contact him and tell him you have no intention of stepping away, and then flood his territory straight away.”  I looked at Griff.  “It will be up to you to get that timing right with Marcus and to get him to flood it more than whatever he has planned.

Griff nodded.  “Yeah, I can do that.”

“And what’s his reaction likely to be?” Scott inquired.

This was the part of the plan they wouldn’t like.  “Ricky’s unpredictable, which is his strength.  Leroy taught us that.  He’ll likely come for you at the clubhouse, try and take as many of you out at once as he can.  Bring you to your knees that way.  So you’ll need to up your security there.  I can give you manpower, but the tricky thing will be trying to explain that to Marcus.”

“Okay, so we work that out, and then I’m assuming we’ll need to also take Ricky out at the same time as we deal with Marcus, yeah?”

“Yes,” I answered.

Scott raked his hand through his hair.  “Fuck, Blade, this is a fucking risky plan.”

I gave him a hard stare.  “Do you think I got where I am today without risk?  You can keep doing what you’re doing, and you’ll likely still be pissing in the wind in a year’s time.  I know what I’d rather fucking do.”

Griff looked at Scott.  “He’s got a point.  I’m sick to fucking death of the way the club is now.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” Scott agreed.

“Thank fuck,” I muttered.

***

I walked into Layla’s bar with a ready-to-go hard-on just after four that afternoon.  Usually that was a quiet time for her, but it was just my fucking luck that wasn’t the case today.  Based on the number of customers vying for her attention, she’d be at least an hour away from taking care of my dick.  And that was as long as no new customers arrived.

Fuck.

She saw me and nodded her head towards my table, holding a glass up with a questioning look.

I nodded back to indicate I wanted a drink and took a seat at the table in the corner.  It was the table I’d occupied every time I visited her bar over the last year, so she referred to it as my table these days.

I watched as she, Sharon and Jess handled the customers.  It seemed Sharon was a good addition to the team, and Layla seemed happy with her.  My hope was still that Sharon would walk away from Marcus.
Mind you, we’d be taking care of that problem for her soon enough
.

Fifteen minutes later, Layla brought me a drink.  I admired her body as she walked towards me.  She knew I loved her in a skirt and she didn’t disappoint today.  The tiniest scrap of denim covered her ass, and her tits were barely encased in a tight singlet top.  When she placed my drink in front of me, I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

Heat flashed in her eyes as she looked down at me.  “Hey, baby,” she murmured as she placed her free hand on my cheek.

“That skirt doesn’t cover much,” I said.

I let her wrist go and moved my hand to her leg.  Her eyes widened when I ran my hand up her inner leg under her skirt.  She stepped closer to me, and when my fingers pushed her panties to the side, she sucked in a breath. 

“Donovan,” she moaned, “I have to get back to work, baby.”

I ignored her and pushed a finger inside her pussy while I savoured the way she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut while I did it.  My other hand moved to her ass so I could tilt her forward, closer to me.

“Layla!” Jess called from the bar.

Her eyes flew open, and she stepped away from me.  “Fuck,” she muttered.  “You’re turning me into a fucking hussy, Donovan Brookes.  Letting you finger me in fucking public.”

I stood and roughly pulled her to me.  “Baby, if I wanted to fuck you in public, there’d be nothing you could do to stop me,” I growled before I crushed my lips to hers in a rough kiss.

Her lips were swollen by the time I was finished with her, and she had that glazed look in her eyes that told me she was mine. 

Mine.

I let her go, turned her around, and smacked her on the ass as I rasped in her ear, “Hurry those customers along.  I’ve got a dick as hard as fucking steel that needs taking care of.”

She returned to her customers, and I downed the scotch she’d given me.  As I did so, I recalled Merrick’s words from earlier.  I didn’t give a fuck how hung up on Layla I was, this was the fucking happiest I’d been in years.

Chapter Twenty-One

Layla

“Oh...god...” I moaned as I rode Donovan’s cock.  I’d waited all night for this, and he didn’t disappoint.

“Baby, you gonna cut to the chase soon?”  He sat on the bed cross-legged while I sat in his lap.  It had to be one of my favourite positions.  His impatient tone, though, was
not
a favourite of mine.

I opened my eyes and glared at him.  “What the hell?”

He smirked.  “You’ve been teasing the fuck out of me all night.  I just want you to screw me and put me out of my misery.”

“I
am
fucking screwing you.”

His eyes flared with desire.  “You need to hurry the fuck up because I’ve been aching to get my mouth on your pussy all day.”

Shit, my pussy loved his dirty talk.  “Well, why didn’t you do that first?”

He moved his face closer to mine and growled, “Because you were dead-set on taking charge tonight and I didn’t want to ruin your party.”

I grinned at him as I squeezed his dick with my pussy.  “You’re such a thoughtful man, aren’t you?”

“Too fucking thoughtful sometimes,” he muttered.

I ran my fingernails down his back and enjoyed the hiss that came from his mouth and the way his hands gripped my ass harder.  “Okay, baby, let’s pick the pace up,” I whispered in his ear.

He made a face as if he was thanking God and murmured, “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

My lips found his and I deepened our kiss while I fucked him harder and we rode out our release.  After hours of build-up to this orgasm, it gripped me hard and we came together.  I screamed out Donovan’s name and after he’d come, he moved his mouth to my neck and marked me there.

When he lifted his head, his eyes held his need, and he said, “My turn now.”

“Baby, I hate to break this to you, but we need to take a breather in-between, otherwise you might send me and my pussy insane from all the pleasure.”

He raised his brows.  “Really?  And what do I get in return?”

I grinned, loving the playful nature he didn’t show too often.  Nibbling along his bottom lip, I murmured, “Sex anywhere, any way you want it tomorrow.”

“Fuck,” he said.  “How the hell can a man say no to that?”

“He can’t.”

Smacking my ass, he said, “Okay, get off.  I need a drink to deal with this setback.”

I crawled off him and settled myself against the headboard so I could watch him move.  His muscles never failed to turn me on.  I could stare at them all day.  Being the woman he’d chosen to share them with made me very happy.

When he returned five minutes later, he had a bottle of scotch and two glasses from downstairs with him.

“You stealing from my bar, baby?” I asked.  “Cause if you are, I’ll have to think of ways to punish you.”

His nostrils flared and his breathing picked up.  His face was a wild mask of desire as he growled, “If anyone’s doing the punishing, it’ll be me, sweetheart.”

Oh, fuck.

My powerful man had no idea how much he affected me. 

Everything about him affected me. 

His words.

His body.

His beautiful soul. 

Everything.

We stayed in that moment for a while. 

Eyes never leaving each other.

Our breathing all over the place from the desire surrounding us.

Donovan eventually broke the spell and poured our drinks.  He passed me mine, and surprised me with a change in conversation.  “Who’s Julian?”

Shit, a name I hadn’t heard in forever.