Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(44)

Remembering that moment at the diner in Texas, just a few days earlier, Rad turned to Little Ike and checked his reaction to his old man showing up.

There wasn’t one. The son sat at the bar and drank his beer, not even looking at the door.

Big Ike went to Delaney and held out his hand. “D. Sorry to keep you waiting. Expected you a little later.”

Though Delaney and Big Ike were friends, and though the Bulls president had been cordial about the delay when they’d first arrived, now, after waiting, he was obviously irritated. He received Big Ike’s apology with a nod. “Well, we got business to do. How about the Keep?”

Big Ike’s eyes narrowed, like he’d taken offense. “Keep’s for members only, D. We can talk out here.”

Jesus f*ck. Rad and Dane shared a glance. The Bulls had convinced the Volkovs to take a bet on a tiny club with no rep to run their guns through the middle corridor. They had a van full of guns that they were all but giving the Horde, because they couldn’t arm themselves well enough to handle the work.

Delaney had done all that on Big Ike’s ask. He’d called in a valuable marker with Kirill Volkov to do it.

Now that the Horde president had asked for and received what amounted to charity, it must have stuck in the man’s craw. This was not how he should have been receiving the help he’d held out his damn hand for.

Delaney stood up tall. He had only an inch or two on Big Ike, but he made the most of it.

Rad moved in behind him. He didn’t expect Delaney to get violent here, but he liked to be ready for anything. Dane shifted his stance, too.

“We talk business in private, or we don’t talk it at all,” Delaney said. His voice was calm. Conversational.

Big Ike’s eyes narrowed more.

“Dad. This belongs in the Keep.” Little Ike stepped forward, coming up on Rad’s flank. It was like Mount Everest had moved in next to him. Christ, the kid was big. Bigger than Ox, even.

Big Ike, whose nickname was a farce in comparison to his son, shot a vile look at Little Ike. “Shut up, boy. The men are talkin’.”

Rad would have sworn the kid got even bigger in response. Fuck. If he had to fight that, he was gonna have a hard ride home.

Frank, still sitting at the bar, yet somehow in the middle of the cluster, said, “Ike. There’s room at our table for us to sit and talk with friends.”

Big Ike had one more nasty glare in him, and he gave it to his SAA. Then he gave in. The tension in the air released with an almost audible pop.

The Horde president put on a big smile. “Frank’s right. We got business, and the women got work out here. We’re grateful for the help and the work. C’mon and have a seat at our table.”

As they walked into the Keep behind Little Ike, Rad saw the redhead lingering nearby. He’d have bet a Ben Franklin that some kind of look passed between her and the Horde prince—the kind of look Frank should be watching out for.

He was glad they meant to head back to Tulsa that afternoon.





CHAPTER TWELVE



When Willa came into the bedroom, Rad was sitting on the chair, pulling his boots on. She’d left him asleep in the bed when she’d gotten up to get her morning started. She was on first shift, so her days started before sunrise. Today was the first day since the crash a bit more than two weeks before that her leg had felt good enough to try for a run with Ollie.

That had been ambitious. After about ten minutes, the run had become a walk, but it was a start. Ollie had been beside himself to get back out on the road at any speed.

She’d showered alone. Rad preferred to shower after work rather than before, and, anyway, when they showered together, they lost focus on hygiene.

“Morning.” She kissed the top of his head.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her between his legs. “Mornin’, beautiful. You want company for lunch?” He tugged on the towel around her until the tucked end came loose and it fell away, then drew her closer, framing her with his denim-sheathed thighs. He buried his face between her breasts for a moment, then turned and drew one into his mouth. Her knees trembled, and he tightened his hold on her.

She couldn’t think of an answer to his question while the suckling rhythm of his mouth sent drumbeats of need through her body. Without her consent, her legs climbed over his so that she was straddled on his lap. Rad groaned against her nipple.

Standing in the doorway, Ollie gave them a disgusted huff and went out and down the hall.

Paying no mind to the dog, Rad fumbled between them, between her legs, and Willa knew he was opening his jeans. Then his cock was out, the solid heft of him pressing against her clit. A forceful shift of his body on the chair, and he was inside her so fast she cried out.

“Rad…condom,” she managed to gasp.

“Shhh. Just this.” His voice came through as if a fist clenched his throat. “Won’t move. Don’t you move, either. Just…f*ck. Just this. For a minute.” His hand snarled in her hair, and he pulled her mouth to his. “Safe, right?” he asked before he kissed her.

She’d just finished her period; she guessed he meant that. Nothing was completely safe, but if they were going to play rhythm roulette, the day after the end of her period was a decent bet. Now that he was inside her, now that she could feel the true heat of him, she was willing to place that bet. She closed the last minute fraction of distance between their mouths and found his tongue, and she let that be her answer.