Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(75)
Bit by bit, the Prez was fixing up the club into something his old man would've been proud of. Shit, today I could say the same about myself, knowing my dad's eyes would've popped if he could see me with the woman I'd claimed.
And it was all fireworks from here. I'd have a ring on her finger before New Year's, and then we'd be working hard and long on our family.
My dick jerked when I thought about all the f*cking we'd do to make our baby. Sweet, merciful Christ.
If I didn't strap her to the bed 'til she was knocked up, I'd lose my damned mind.
“Okay, boys, let's keep this short and sweet because some of you got other business.” He looked at me knowingly. “We've got girls to interview next week for the new skin shop in Knoxville. The place has got its pink lights and a liquor license, and it's all set to go. We just need some girls before we can open the floodgates to some serious money.”
Joker grunted. “Fuck, Prez, you know that ain't the real reason we'll be bringing in bank. Do we really need to spend so much time interviewing some chicks?”
“Damned right we do. The Deads are a few men short, but God knows the bastards aren't beneath using anybody as spies, even women. Hell, if we hadn't stopped 'em, they'd have sold Skin's old lady to some twisted f*cker looking for a bitch to hide under his bed.”
My eyes darkened. I looked at the Prez and nodded, trying not to imagine the hellish fate that would've been on the line for my woman if I hadn't come along.
I'd saved her. And she'd done the same to me. That woman didn't owe me anything except her heart, and now that I had it, I was gonna keep it 'til we were both ashes.
“Let me put it out there now – who wants to screen the girls?”
Half a dozen hands with shit-eating grins behind them shot up like lightning. Everybody's except for me, Joker, and the Prez.
“Damn, Prez, just say the word. I'll have a f*cking classified up on the web by nightfall if it gets us hiring * sooner.” Firefly grinned wide enough to chew the world up, his big biceps flexing as he slapped the table.
He'd been outta commission riding for a week or two with his torn up shoulder. But the bullet hadn't set him back much. I'd seen him in the bar last week, another hot blonde on his lap, sucking the horny bastard off while he sucked down the closest bottle of Jim.
“The sooner things are looking legit, the better.” Dust said, moving his eyes across us, and stopping on me again. “Skin, you've got all the financials together for our order up north, right?”
I nodded. “Fifty big. That'll get us lots of shiny new toys from the Prairie Devils. I talked to Throttle's man last week to work out the specifics. All cash, locked up tight. They'll bring everything we want down to Kentucky. It'll be good to start building a relationship with those boys now, before we clear a trade route to the Carolina beaches.”
Dust grinned. I'd never seen the Prez look so determined, as if he was already seeing the clubhouse plated with gold.
“That's what I wanna hear. We'll work on the battle plans and make sure we've got some residual money coming in to keep us afloat. Then, when the trap is set, we'll swing it shut on the Deads' balls so f*cking hard they scream.”
The boys laughed. Even I couldn't resist a bloodthirsty grin. I'd never give their club enough payback for what the motherf*ckers tried to do to Meg and me.
“You heard the Prez.” Firefly looked around, still wearing his smug grin. “Let's party harder and hire the hottest sluts we can get for the new bar. We're gonna have a route punched clean through Deadhands' territory to the ocean by spring. And then this club'll be so f*cking rich we'll make every man wearing different colors cry like a jealous bitch.”
“Firefly said it. A year from now, half of you won't even recognize this clubhouse, and the rest of you'll be blinded by the glory. One year.” Dust's voice went stern, hushed, and he lifted a finger. “We'll make the whole continent shake. Everybody's gonna know the Smokies are home to the biggest, baddest MC around, one that will f*ck anybody who f*cks with us straight into oblivion.”
Fists hit the table. Men jeered. I believed he was right, all except one thing – I already had the hottest * in the world waiting for me at home. I was already overflowing with wealth, rich beyond my wildest dreams, as long as I put my lips on hers every night.
Didn't blame any of my brothers for getting all excited about heaps of money and hot new girls. Shit, a couple months ago, and I'd have done the same.
The Prez had a lot to be crazy about, and so did all the boys. But my life was shining like a second sun, all thanks to her.
What the hell use did I have for more bloodlust when the only thing I had on my mind was getting home and f*cking my girl?
XI: Old Lady's Way (Megan)
I stood in front of the mirror, doing a spin to check the skintight stockings clinging to my thighs. We'd f*cked so many times by now it was second nature, but something about today made me flush like a virgin.
I couldn't believe we were really moving in together. Heck, I couldn't believe I was going to survive watching him unloading all those heavy boxes, everything the movers I'd hired brought to our doorstep.
Work could wait. I needed to keep my sanity, and so, I planned a surprise, the best way I knew to bring my man into bed and wear me out. The boxes could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, it was all about us, and I couldn't wait to christen our empty new place with cries of our pleasure.