“Don’t answer; your face and your puckering asshole tell me all I need to know.”
“My asshole is not puckering!”
“Sure, sista. Whatever. You need to find someone who knows how to work that tension out of you. Hell, I do, too. You know that’s why I’m flying home, right?”
For me, home was Seattle, Washington. Monica was also a Pacific Northwest girl, hailing from Portland, Oregon. “Portland seems like a long way to go just to get laid,” I replied. “Besides, I thought you were going home for your sister’s graduation.”
“Trust me honey, my boy toy, Bo, is worth it. Nobody cares about high school graduation. That’s just an excuse. As soon as the plane touches down, I’ll be hittin’ up Bo and he’ll give me what I need. We hook up every time I come home, and that man knows I’m a goddess and worships my body accordingly. There’s nothing serious between us, but girl, can he ever remind me that although I’m a badass, I’m still a desirable woman with physical needs. That’s what you need. Some strong, sexy man who eats pussy like a diabetic going down on a bowl of ice cream. I’m telling you, it will change your life.”
She was killing me. Throwing back my head in laughter, I decided Monica was right. I needed to get laid in a major way. Not by anyone in Dad’s club, though. I’d never messed with any of the Dead Presidents. They were all older, and I’d known most of them since I was a child. I definitely wouldn’t be sampling from that crusty old smorgasbord.
However, last time I spoke to him, Link told me he was recruiting a younger crowd since several of the old-timers planned to retire when Dad stepped down. That idea had potential. Maybe I should have asked Link to send me pictures, so I could see if any of them looked like a good time. I’m sure that would have been a fun conversation. My overly-protective big brother would probably be locking me up in a chastity belt the second I walked through the door.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Monica asked, a smile stretching across her face. “My girl’s gonna get laid and chill the fuck out. I’m so excited for you. For all of us really, because bitch, I’ma have to kill you if you don’t.”
“Fine. Only one question. What’s this ‘morsel’ shit you’re talking about? If I’m going to get laid, I don’t want a bite, I want the whole damn salami.”
She squealed, holding her fist up for me to bump with my own. “That’s what I’m talking about. Damn, girl, take good notes because you know I’m gonna want all the freaky details.”
***
After a three-hour drive and a four-hour flight, I landed in Seattle. As soon as the wheels hit the ground, I texted Link to let him know I’d arrived. He returned my text immediately, letting me know that a prospect by the name of Eagle would be picking me up. Mildly irritated that my hotshot brother couldn’t take a few minutes to pick me up himself, I thought back to Monica’s advice. Prospects were new. Younger than Dad’s crowd. Maybe this was the universe’s way of confirming Monica’s assessment of my body’s needs. Determined to relax and channel my sexually precocious bestie, I shouldered my backpack and hurried off the plane and out to the pickup area to check out my ride.
The sky was overcast, but it was still a warm June day. My gaze scanned the area, landing on a charcoal Street Glide in front of the Alaska sign, just like Link had said it would be. The rider was tall with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck, just below his helmet. Like all the men from the club, he wore jeans, boots, and his cut over a short-sleeved T-shirt that revealed well-defined, tatted-up arms. His body, and the bike he sat astride, looked well-built, but his face was hidden behind a dark helmet complete with a face mask and shield.
As I approached him, I wondered what Monica would do in this situation. Socializing wasn’t exactly one of my strengths. “Eagle?” I asked.
He flicked the shield up, revealing furrowed brows and sexy, mysterious eyes almost as dark as his helmet. “Naomi?” His gaze flickered over me, and his eyes widened. Instantly, I forgave Link for sending him.
Hefting my backpack strap up on my shoulder, I nodded.
He held a second helmet out to me. “Hop on.”
I eyed the helmet and the seat behind him, trying to decide how I wanted to play this. It had been a long time since I’d flirted, and I’d never been very good at it to begin with. So, I decided to be myself and flick him shit like I’d always done to the prospects. “Sorry, hotshot, but I don’t ride bitch to anyone.”
Something mischievous ignited in Eagle’s eyes. He unclipped his face mask, letting it dangle so I could see the bottom half of his face. I sucked in a breath and tried not to ogle him, but damn, he was hot. Really hot. His beard was thick and full, pairing nicely with his mustache and kissable lips.
“Explains why your brother didn’t pick you up,” he fired back.
Had himself a sense of humor, did he? Pleasantly surprised, I returned his smile. “You catch on quickly, prospect. Link’s a hotshot, too, and if I don’t keep him humble, who will?”
“Not my problem, but I have a job to do. What’s it gonna take to get your ass on this bike so I can take you back to the fire station? Think you got the balls to drive?”
His eyes held the type of challenge I’d be loathe to decline. This was going to be fun.
“You can keep your balls. Those hairy little sacs never did much for me. I could drive the shit out of your sled, though.” I didn’t want to drive. Sure, I was a strong, independent woman, but I liked my men even stronger. Eagle sure was nice to look at, but I couldn’t resist pushing him to see what he was made of. “How aboutyouride bitch and I’ll show you how it’s done?”
He snorted. “You must have made off with someone’s sac to be talking all that bullshit. Trust me, babe, I know how it’s done, and I don’t ride bitch to anyone, either.”
“Babe?” I scoffed. “Kind of unoriginal, don’t you think? Surely you can do better than that.”
His eyes laughed at me. “Okay,sweetheart, get your sexy ass on this goddamn bike and let me do my job.”
“Sweetheart? Now you’re just being ridiculous.” And demanding. It should have pissed me off, but Eagle’s masculinity was enticing, and I leaned into it wanting more. Would he be this large and in charge in the bedroom? The thought made me squeeze my thighs together and want to give in so I could wrap my arms around him and see if his body felt as good as it looked. “Although…” My gaze drifted to the tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. Talons were perched on a globe with an anchor behind it. “You served in the Marines?”
He gave me a nod. “Yes ma’am.”
Of course he’d been a Marine. I should have known by the way his proximity made me practically swoon. Lots of servicemen were good looking, but there was something about a big, strong, domineering Marine that made me want to spread my legs and throw feminism to the wind. I’d lost my virginity to a Marine, and everything about Eagle made me remember why.
