“It may be months,” Hack said then extended his hand to pull the man into a hug. “Red’s gonna want to have a sit down with the two of you soon. You gonna be good?”
“Trust me whatever these assholes say is nothing to me.”
Hack gave Onyx an understanding look. His native blood had the ACT UP assholes telling him to go back to his country, assuming he was Hispanic and not from the Crow nation. They’d called him things, thrown shit at his bike as he rode through town. Most, he shook off, but once they had tossed a bottle at him when Preacher Girl was on the back. From the tales, because he’d never share, but Preacher Girl had. The attack was stealth, brutal and calculated. No one spoke of whether or not the men lived. Unless you were on disposal duty, the less who knew the better.
Topaz watched Onyx swing his leg over the bike and dismounted easily. The limp he sported she hoped was a mix of the road and not something worse. His eyes trained on her like a predator to prey. The one track mind she hoped they were sharing as he marched over to Topaz, catching her upper arm and pulled.
Dragging her beside him, he continued through the large room that housed the club while they ate, entertained themselves and drank booze all night long. A few people approached him, but his face must have said it all and they backed away. They were a mix of fear and knowing smiles which confused her a bit.
“Which one is yours?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding.
Now, it was her in the lead, taking him down the hallway to the room in the corner where she lived. Her home, her sanctuary in a way. When he reached to turn the knob and found it unlocked the way she left it a few days ago. There was no reason for her to expect anything but her normal mess of a room. The compound was sacred ground. A place where you and yours were safe.
Stepping inside, she reached to pick up discarded clothes that hadn’t made it to the hamper.
“Don’t,” he ordered, closing her door with his foot, then reaching back to lock it, before stepping close and grasping her wrist.
“What are you doing?” Topaz breathed as his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her close. Her heart beating erratically in her chest and heat crept through her body.
Leaning down, he took her lips with his own. Claiming her in a way she hadn’t expected but very much wanted.
“You will never ride another man’s bike,” he stated as if a law had been passed. “Do you understand me?”
“That’s not your choice,” she replied knowing she couldn’t just give him what she wanted. Not that easily. Women in the Montana charter claimed their men. Not the other way around.
The fire in his eyes intensified. “You behind Mountain made me want to kill.”
“There was only one pussy Mountain was thinking about on that ride.” Twisting her hand, she took hold of his wrist and brought his hand to her juncture. “This wasn’t it.”
His fingers began to rub through the denim of her jeans. Igniting a fire between her thighs.
“This pussy on the other hand,” she replied, her voice laced with desire. “She was getting all tuned up wishing she was between you and Freaky.”
“I think Dreamer might have a few thoughts on that,” he growled. “In fact, I have a thought on that too.”
“Do you now?” she questioned as his fingers unzipped her jeans and popped the top button. “Not into sharing?”
“Not really.”
“Guess my jealousy for Free living with you and Hollywood was misplaced.”
“Are you a woman who needs more than one man?” he asked, his fingers stilling at the top of her sex.
The bundle of nerves in her clit screaming to feel the thick digits. Have him rub it between his index finger and thumb before plunging inside her. “No,” she replied wondering if her teasing of multiple partners had been to pull a man in or to create a barrier.
One where there couldn’t be true intimacy. Not really, with more than one partner how could you focus on one? Really be with them? When she’d first came to Montana, there were only three members and Cass had been her choice, falling in with him. Then finally pulling in the Hoez, she’d rolled up from New Mexico with. When Lil’ Mama arrived and he was head over heels for the woman there was no love lost because none had ever been found or allowed to be discovered.
“Another woman?” he asked.
A spike of envy stabbed her heart. Normally, she’d be all for calling Porsche, Lyna or Zoe in. All of them were more than happy to join a party and had some mad tongue tricks that could set a girl for months. But Onyx, no, she’d finally tasted his kiss. Felt how his cock stretched her core and rode an orgasm better than she’d ever known. “You don’t want me to ride another bike,” she countered feeling the need to claim the man standing inches from her body. With a hard clutch to his swollen manhood she held tight, making sure to wrap as much of him in her palm as she could through his jeans. “This only parks in one place.”
“One?” he questioned.
As his fingers slipped between her folds, her every imagination realized as he stimulated her clit between his fingers stirring wet heat inside her core. His mouth dropped to her lips and tongue slid inside, curling upward making her want him inside her with every part.
“Only one.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Pity, because that mouth of yours—"
“I didn’t say how you got in the garage as long as it’s the same garage.” Topaz’s heart beat wildly in her chest as possibilities warmed openings in her body and her mouth watered imagining the taste of his cum on her tongue.
She’d rolled with the Steels
