Have Gun, Will Travel (The Bare Bones MC #5)(15)
“I don’t know if you know,” he said to the other three women, “but this persuasive lady has talked me into taking on the job, too.”
“He doesn’t want any money,” Beatrix assured the women excitedly.
“I’m a brother in the club,” Sax explained. “It would be unpatriotic of me not to take on the job. I’ve talked to Leo, and he doesn’t want me sticking my nose in. So let’s just keep it between us. Harte doesn’t even need to know.”
“I agree,” Brenda Ridings said heatedly. Her voice was gravelly from smoking too many cigarettes. She had been ridden hard and put away wet, and she wasn’t going to stand for what had been done to her friend. “Harte’s sympathies sometimes lie with his father. He tends to flip flop on issues, like he’s not sure which way to vote, which way to go.”
Beatrix cut in, even putting her hands on Sax’s bicep. “Just knowing this man for an hour has convinced me he’s the right one. Set both of these guys on the trail of Tormenta. See which one gets there first.”
“I can guaran-f*cking-tee you it’ll be me,” Sax said gruffly. “Tormenta’s so vain he probably texts himself. And now, dear ladies. Like that sissy pantywaist just said. I’d best be getting a move on. Beatrix? Let me drive you back to your cage.”
She smiled pertly at him as she took his arm. “Yes, that’d be nice.”
“Santiago Slayer is an arrogant asshat,” Sax said as he held the front door of the bar for Beatrix. “But if you think he can find the guy for you…” He knew he was fishing for compliments, and he got them in spades.
“Oh, no!” she protested, wide-eyed. Moving into the sun, he saw her luxuriant head of hair light up with varying natural highlights of red, scarlet, and orange. She was a true fire bush, a real potato eater of the Emerald Isle, probably raised a Catholic. Maybe she was rebelling against that by wearing some *’s collar. Sax just knew her Dom was some *. Maybe it was the way they’d never discussed fidelity. That was the most basic thing. Sax usually got that out of the way at the beginning. Maybe because he never required fidelity, and hadn’t collared anyone in about eight years. He just told his subs they could f*ck whoever they wanted, as long as he wasn’t in town. “No, I’m convinced you’re our man, Sax. The other girls can hire whoever the f*ck they want. They can hire one, three, five more guys, however many want to join the race.”
“Hope we don’t get tangled up in each other,” mumbled Sax as he handed her his brain bucket.
He was hyper aware of her clinging to his back like a monkey as they rode. She had more of a young woman’s figure, a shape that hadn’t developed yet, not a full-blown woman’s curves, but her vibrancy seeped through his pores and turned him on. What was it about her that was getting to him so deeply? Was he aroused by the contrast between her seeming innocence and her apparent kinkiness? She might look like a Girl Scout, but her collar, and the idea of her crawling around on all fours with her naked butt in the air, told Sax different.
The Drawing Board had parking in the front as well as the side, but Sax chose to boldly park out front. He took Beatrix by the upper arms. She seemed pleasantly surprised he was touching her. There was no mistaking the slight grin at the edges of her mouth.
“I’m not going directly to P and E. I’ll get Harte to escort you to Ford and Madison’s.”
Her smile crumbled. She looked like a petulant child, her lower lip trembling slightly. “Business?” She knew well enough not to ask a patch holder directly what his plans were.
“Business.” Caving, too, he added, “I’m going to our warehouse in Winona to check something out.” He was already telling her things she didn’t need to know.
She instantly said, “I’ll wait for you. Winona is only twenty minutes away.”
That was true. “All right. But hang here with the girls, with Harte. Get someone to cover for you at your job. Don’t say a word to anyone else.”
He didn’t know what possessed him. Maybe it was the feeling of ownership he got, gripping her by the arms like that. Maybe her lost, helpless expression got to him. Or maybe he just liked dominating any proceedings. But he took her sculpted chin in his fingers and kissed her.
She immediately melted into the kiss. Her chest pressed to his, her lips parted to allow him to lick and suck, and his free arm clasped around her waist, holding her to him.
He was ballsy, doing this right in front of the blacked-out front windows. He’d only been in town a few hours and already he was claiming one of his brother’s women. The forbidden quality of the kiss roused him to action. He splayed his hand flat against Bee’s lower back as he feasted on her shapely lips. The idea that he was old enough to be her father had his prick up like a hammer against her belly, seed surging from his balls.
He could have easily f*cked her up against the brick wall of the alley. He did stuff like that all the time in clubs—or used to, anyway, before the recent boredom and restlessness had sunk into him. Now he put his stamp on Bee, slowly sucking her lower lip between his teeth, sensuously rubbing the small of her back, allowing her to feel his erection pulsating against her stomach.
“Hey, hey, hey.”
As expected, some moron came out front to ruin things. But Sax wasn’t pissed as he broke the kiss and pulled back, gazing fuzzy-eyed at Bee. How could he be pissed when he’d just stolen the best kiss of his entire life? In that moment, he felt closer to Bee than he had to any of his subs in a long, long time.