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 fucking 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 motherfuckers 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 fucking 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 fuck anybody who fucks 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 fucking 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 fucked 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.
I heard his bike pull into the garage just as I slid beneath the sheets. The screen banged shut half a minute later.
“Babe?” he called, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood floors, gradually weaving through the maze of boxes and furniture, making his way to the bedroom.
“I'm in here,” I said softly, once I knew he was in the hall.
He froze in the doorway the second he saw me. “Fucking shit.”
I grinned, turning on my side, feeling like something out of an old 1960s movie where women went all out to seduce their men. Of course, none of the men in those black and white flicks had a thing on Skin. Not with their suits, their ties, their sharp waxed mustaches.
The man holding himself in the frame looked like a bull about to charge. “What's this? I thought you wanted to get started setting up? You must need my cock like crazy.”
“You know I do,” I moaned, pushing my legs together.
Jesus, my panties were already soaked. He stepped loudly into the room, his hands working on his belt, dragging it out through the loops and fisting it in one hand.
“I oughta spank you silly for teasing me like this,” he growled, his eyes dark and serious enough to do it.
“You know I'm not a tease,” I cooed. “Well, not much, anyway. Come on, old man. Take what's yours. I know you can't get enough of me. I'm yours, all yours, forever.”
I still couldn't say those words without my voice shaking near the end. Several months ago, I couldn't have imagined this.
When Ricky and his Johns had me under lock and key, I never thought I'd willingly give myself to a man again.
I never thought I'd give it all up so easily.
Never thought I'd crave a masculine touch.
Never thought I'd stamp something like PROPERTY OF SKIN into my very flesh.
But I did. I did it all for him, as surely as my * burned to feel him in me, slick and hot and wanting.
“Shit, woman, there goes the whole night.” His belt dropped, banging its buckle on the floor.