“Hello there, Roark.” Dick walked up in front of Roark as he spoke and the bikers around Roark moved like lightning to block the man. “Now. Now. Where’s the hospitality?”
“There isn’t any around here for bastards like you,” Roark’s deep voice replied.
“Now, that there is a problem, Roark. I mean, I thought we could talk businessman to businessman.”
“Did you not get the clue the last time we met, Dick?” Dick frowned and got angrier and angrier as he spoke to Roark.
Banshee didn’t say anything about me watching so I continued to peer past her shoulder. Roark showed the business tycoon no respect and at one point Banshee began to chuckle.
It was over rather quickly and Roark walked away a lot happier than when he left the house. I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant our evening could go on as I planned with us ending up in his bed.
“Goddamn it! How are ALL the tires flat!” Billingsworth roared through Banshee’s phone and the woman busted out in cackling laughter.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I took a few steps away from the very pale woman who was sounding a whole lot like the name Roark had called her.
“They sliced all of their tires,” Banshee gasped in glee.
“I didn’t see anyone doing anything. When did they do that?” I asked and Banshee sobered some. “I didn’t hear anything either, nothing other than Roark and that asshole Billingsworth talking.”
“Um… well… they uh…” Banshee walked to the bar and grabbed a bottle from behind the bar. “Want a drink?” she asked instead of answering.
“No thank you. I think I’ll actually, uh, wait in the kitchen for Roark.” Anxiety twisted my gut as I headed toward the kitchen.
“He wanted you to wait here,” Banshee called out and I froze mid-step.
On one hand, Roark had asked Banshee to bring me here. On the other, she was freaking me the fuck out. Besides, what could happen to me in a room with only two inside entrances and one window?
Making my decision, I shrugged off Banshee’s words and reentered the kitchen. Taking a seat at the small table, I lifted my wine and took a large gulp. The warmth of the liquid as it slid down my throat and coated my stomach eased my nerves. I emptied the rest of the glass in no time and lifted the bottle to refill my glass. I’d eaten most of my dinner so I grabbed a roll and nibbled on it between sips of wine.
Voices echoed down the hallway and were followed by the clumping sounds of large men in boots walking on the wood and tile floors of the building. I could tell they were going in several different directions so didn’t worry when someone entered the kitchen. I was a guest of their president, none of the bikers would do anything to bother me.
“Well now… who are you?” A huge man with a full beard and wearing clothes that looked like they should have been changed the day before grinned at me as he approached.
“Fuck off, Crimson,” Roark ordered as he came in from the lounging area where I’d left Banshee. He leaned down and took possession of my mouth.
When he broke the forceful kiss, I gasped for air in shock.
“Let’s head up to my room, beautiful.” Roark offered me his hand and I reached out with mine, only realizing when he took the half-eaten roll from my hand that I still held the roll and glass of wine. “Let’s just leave these here,” he chuckled as he set the roll and then the glass onto the table.
Before I knew it, Roark was leading me up the stairway, we walked to the end of the long hallway which had a ton of doors on both sides. When we reached the end, he took a set of stairs up to the third floor. His room was the first on my left.
“It’s sort of like a maze in here,” I rambled as I stumbled into the room.
The Merlot was affecting me more than I’d realized before getting onto my feet to walk upstairs with Roark.
“You alright, babe?” Roark asked as he wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Just too much wine,” I muttered as I took in the room laid out in front of me.
The space was huge and set up in an open floor plan. It was beautifully decorated but the only thing that held my focus was the huge four-poster bed dead center of the wall opposite the door.
I kicked off my flats and walked toward the bed. I heard the door click closed behind me and I grinned at the implication of the sound. My body desperately wanted a repeat of what happened at the garage earlier.
Stopping a few feet from the bed, I leaned forward and looked back at Roark over my shoulder. “Want to give me a hand?” I asked huskily.
Roark laughed and kicked off his boots by the door. Leaning my head on my arm, I watched him as he slid his vest down his arms. He laid it over the back of a chair and then reached for his t-shirt. My thighs were slick with my arousal and I groaned at the sight of his muscular, tattooed body. Earlier I didn’t have the time to really appreciate the masterpiece he was. This time I would but, first, I wanted it fast and hard.
Reaching one hand under the skirt of my dress, I slipped a finger over my clit in a circular movement. A moan slipped from my lips and I heard a growl from behind me, just as an arm wrapped around me from behind and grasped my wrist where it stuck out from beneath my dress.
“I’m so needy, Roark,” I whined.
“I think you need to be punished for touching what’s mine.”
My hand was pulled away from my pussy
