Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(83)

“That you wouldn’t f*ck me drunk if it wasn’t something I would do sober. So f*ck me the way you know I like.”

A fire caught in his dark eyes, and she knew she had him. Smirking, she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled until he groaned and dropped her on his lap, letting her grind on him.

“Come on,” she whispered against his beard. “Put that big cock in me and make me scream.”

“Jesus,” he muttered—and then put her on the bed and did what she said.





CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE



Rad caught Willa’s arm and pulled her close for a kiss. He took it deep, sliding his hand to the back of her head to hold her, before he leaned back and smiled. “I’ll pick you up at four. I’ll be at the station all day. Page me if anything changes. Wally’s on you all day. Throw him some lunch or somethin’ later, will ya?”

She straightened his sunglasses. “Okay. Lynette’ll be happy. I think she has a crush on him.”

“Which one’s Lynette?”

“One of the LPNs. Short, curly dark hair?”

Didn’t sound familiar, so he shrugged. “Only eyes for you, baby.”

Willa grinned and gave his hand a parting squeeze, and Rad watched her walk up to the hospital entrance. Wally had been sitting on a bench outside, waiting for her, and he walked in with her, sending Rad a wave as he did.

Before Rad left the hospital campus, he did a tour of all the parking lots, taking note of anything with Texas plates and of all motorcycles. Satisfied that there was nothing obviously threatening, he headed to the station.

Willa had killed Smithers two weeks earlier. He’d kept her at the clubhouse for four days, nearly a week after he’d found her in that motel room, and they’d had no sign of any movement from the Rats. Apollo had gotten word that the van had been found, and Smithers’ body had been identified with dental records. So the Rats knew he was dead, and where he’d been found, and still no movement from them in the Bulls’ direction.

It seemed like they might have dodged a bullet.

Ollie seemed to love the clubhouse, and Willa didn’t mind it nearly as much as he’d expected, but she’d wanted to get back to work and to her house. Without evidence that she was in anybody’s sights, there hadn’t been much reason to keep her at the clubhouse. And Rad was uncomfortable, too. The crash pads upstairs were meant for f*cking and sleeping a bender off, not living.

He wasn’t ready to relax entirely, though, especially not with the Russians coming back to meet with the crew taking point along the new route, so he’d insisted that Willa have somebody on her all day for a while.

She hadn’t given him the fight he’d been ready for. She was honestly trying to follow his lead on this. It helped—a lot—that he could trust her not to go off half-cocked on her own again.

With her agreement to a guard, and no sign of trouble from Lubbock, they’d gone home.

Rad didn’t know when he’d started thinking of her house as his home. He couldn’t remember the first time it had happened, and he couldn’t remember ever thinking it was a strange thought for him to have. Willa was his home. Where she went, so did he.

And that wasn’t a strange thought at all.



oOo



He was under an old Honda Civic, doing a routine oil change, when his pager went off later that morning. Since he was at the station, he knew it wasn’t a Bull reaching out, and Willa was the only other person who had his pager number. He left the old oil to drain and came out from under the car. Snagging a shop towel from his back pocket, Rad wiped his hands and checked his pager, smiling already, expecting to see 14.

And he did—but the nurses’ lounge number was first, so she wanted him to call. He went to the shop phone and did.

“Labor & Delivery, Willa Randall speaking.”

“Me, baby. You okay?”

She hesitated only a beat, but it was enough to get him standing up straight.

“Can you come for lunch?”

He checked his watch—just after eleven. He checked the work schedule on the clipboard at his side. He had a brake job on deck that afternoon, and church after that to discuss the Volkovs coming in the next day. This was a day that eating a Big Mac from a sack on the worktable here in the bays was about all the time for lunch he could afford.

“I need to talk to you. In person.”

Her voice sounded wrong in a way he couldn’t pinpoint, and he didn’t like that at all.

“Tell me now, Wills. What’s wrong?”

“It’s not wrong, and I’m okay. I just…really need to talk to you face to face. Okay? Please.”

That settled it. “I’m there. When?”

“I’m on lunch right now. Can you come now?”

Dread began to swirl at the base of his skull. She was sure acting like this was an emergency, no matter what words she was using. “Jesus, Wills. And you say you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise. Rad—just come.”



oOo



He got Eight Ball to finish the oil change, and he hauled ass to the hospital. Willa was waiting for him at the nurse’s station. Wally, sitting nearby in the waiting room, stood up, clearly surprised to see Rad.

He waved Wally back to the waiting room. “You’re not off duty, kid. Just takin’ a minute with my lady. Sit.” Then he kissed Willa’s cheek. “What’s goin’ on, baby?”