get her to spill. She kept insisting I go, not that I wanted to go, but I did want answers most, right now.
Her thoughts played quickly across her face. “I always run.” She met my gaze with defiance bright in her expression. “Yeah, Tony hurt me some but needed to control me more. When Jericho hired me, I packed my things while the jerk worked, and hauled ass before he hurt me worse. But I’m not something he’d track down.”
“Dammit.” I hated the cold way she talked about some man using her, hurting her. This Tony needed a lesson in manners.
“Do you need to hurt me?” She shook with emotion. “Control me?”
Rage shot through me. How could she think I’d do that? With a deep breath, I searched for some calm. “I want you. I want to do all sorts of wicked things to you in bed, but I never want, or need, to hurt you, or any woman. And control is overrated—I like my women wild.”
Her chest heaved and lips were parted, ready and willing, but I’d made a promise. I stood staring at her, just to pound home the point we wanted each other. I meant to just walk out the door, but my thumb traced her full bottom lip before I walked out. The next time I kissed her, I’d be buried deep inside her.
I walked around her and out the door, like I promised. That sucked.
* * *
I woke up the next day with a pounding headache, but then drinking with Jericho always resulted in a hangover. Even full of whiskey, neither my cock nor I could forget the green-eyed redhead who had refused to back down from me. She probably had no idea how rare that was, but even my MC brothers backed down when I wanted something. Not Red. Either she was crazy brave or plain crazy—didn’t much matter to me. Tonight, she’d be under me in bed—that wasn’t optional.
I left the clubhouse about noon to head out to my trailer and get changed for the day. I had a client at four and a woman to settle.
My place wasn’t much, but it was a lot quieter than the clubhouse. Still I ended up sleeping at the club about half of the time. That’s where Jericho lived as a result of another one of his father’s commands, but he’d got the last laugh, and now his rooms were nicer than this trailer.
I rolled into Marked Man about three with an hour before the customer arrived. Anticipating Red’s reaction, I strolled in ready for whatever came. No doubt, I’d left her pissed last night and she’d still be fired up.
“Hey, Red.”
“Dare. You got two today, one at four and one at six, then you’re out.” She spoke to my boots, not a bit of fire anywhere in sight. Before I could say anything, she fled into the office.
My tiger had turned back into a pussycat, at least that’d make it easier to close the deal. The first customer I could’ve done in my sleep, but the second, that work I loved. I’d drawn the intricate Celtic knot with scrolling around it for a couple. Last week I’d done the husband, today was the wife.
Red’s tattoos were sexy as fuck. I’d wanted to lay her out on the table and fuck her from behind, staring down at her back. My cock hardened just thinking of the art that had been hidden by the waist of her jeans. How far did it go? Goddam, I’m not some kid with blue balls who chases after women. We fucked, or not, and I moved on. But I’d never felt, no...I’d never wanted a woman like I did her.
After my client left, I sent the boys home. Tonight, right now, she’d tell me what she wanted with those sweet lips of hers. But when I joined her up front, she had an edge of panic about her. I went over to change the station from Zayn’s alternative favorite to the heavy-hitting rock music I listened to. Ten, then twenty minutes passed, and she didn’t settle, so I gave up that idea.
She’d be happier once we’d cleared the air. “Are we going to do this?”
“What?” She jumped and whirled away from me.
I stared her down, letting her know the time to hide had run out. “Fuck? We going to fuck?” I
Her thoughts played quickly across her face. “I always run.” She met my gaze with defiance bright in her expression. “Yeah, Tony hurt me some but needed to control me more. When Jericho hired me, I packed my things while the jerk worked, and hauled ass before he hurt me worse. But I’m not something he’d track down.”
“Dammit.” I hated the cold way she talked about some man using her, hurting her. This Tony needed a lesson in manners.
“Do you need to hurt me?” She shook with emotion. “Control me?”
Rage shot through me. How could she think I’d do that? With a deep breath, I searched for some calm. “I want you. I want to do all sorts of wicked things to you in bed, but I never want, or need, to hurt you, or any woman. And control is overrated—I like my women wild.”
Her chest heaved and lips were parted, ready and willing, but I’d made a promise. I stood staring at her, just to pound home the point we wanted each other. I meant to just walk out the door, but my thumb traced her full bottom lip before I walked out. The next time I kissed her, I’d be buried deep inside her.
I walked around her and out the door, like I promised. That sucked.
* * *
I woke up the next day with a pounding headache, but then drinking with Jericho always resulted in a hangover. Even full of whiskey, neither my cock nor I could forget the green-eyed redhead who had refused to back down from me. She probably had no idea how rare that was, but even my MC brothers backed down when I wanted something. Not Red. Either she was crazy brave or plain crazy—didn’t much matter to me. Tonight, she’d be under me in bed—that wasn’t optional.
I left the clubhouse about noon to head out to my trailer and get changed for the day. I had a client at four and a woman to settle.
My place wasn’t much, but it was a lot quieter than the clubhouse. Still I ended up sleeping at the club about half of the time. That’s where Jericho lived as a result of another one of his father’s commands, but he’d got the last laugh, and now his rooms were nicer than this trailer.
I rolled into Marked Man about three with an hour before the customer arrived. Anticipating Red’s reaction, I strolled in ready for whatever came. No doubt, I’d left her pissed last night and she’d still be fired up.
“Hey, Red.”
“Dare. You got two today, one at four and one at six, then you’re out.” She spoke to my boots, not a bit of fire anywhere in sight. Before I could say anything, she fled into the office.
My tiger had turned back into a pussycat, at least that’d make it easier to close the deal. The first customer I could’ve done in my sleep, but the second, that work I loved. I’d drawn the intricate Celtic knot with scrolling around it for a couple. Last week I’d done the husband, today was the wife.
Red’s tattoos were sexy as fuck. I’d wanted to lay her out on the table and fuck her from behind, staring down at her back. My cock hardened just thinking of the art that had been hidden by the waist of her jeans. How far did it go? Goddam, I’m not some kid with blue balls who chases after women. We fucked, or not, and I moved on. But I’d never felt, no...I’d never wanted a woman like I did her.
After my client left, I sent the boys home. Tonight, right now, she’d tell me what she wanted with those sweet lips of hers. But when I joined her up front, she had an edge of panic about her. I went over to change the station from Zayn’s alternative favorite to the heavy-hitting rock music I listened to. Ten, then twenty minutes passed, and she didn’t settle, so I gave up that idea.
She’d be happier once we’d cleared the air. “Are we going to do this?”
“What?” She jumped and whirled away from me.
I stared her down, letting her know the time to hide had run out. “Fuck? We going to fuck?” I
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