Excellent question. But I would not share my thoughts while I escorted him to his vehicle. His safety was my number one priority. Cass wouldn’t lose another brother on my watch.
“I’ll keep an eye out,” he said.
“No, you won’t,” I said through gritted teeth.
“But—”
“But nothing.” I jerked my chin at his door. “You heard nothing and know nothing. Go back to living your life and stay in the dark. That’s the safest place for you.”
“Why can’t I prospect? You can sponsor me. I can help solve the mystery.”
Jesus, this kid was too much.
“The club life isn’t for everyone. Cass would have my balls if I let you in.” More than that, she could shut me out of her life completely. We were on semi-friendly terms. She tolerated me, and I wouldn’t do anything to make her hate me more than she already did.
“She’s not the boss of me. I’m a grown man and make my own choices.” Steve straightened his spine. He had potential and could be valuable in the club, but it’d never happen.
“Get in the car, Steve.”
“Come on, Slay. Will you at least consider it?” He opened his door and sat in the driver’s seat. Fortunately, Deputy Mitchell hadn’t seized his car and impounded it. Steve had been smart to mention me after they brought him in. Just wished he hadn’t called his dad, too.
“No.” I shut his door and went to my Harley.
If Mitchell was right about Russians in town, I needed to get this information to Jefe right away and reach out to some of my contacts.
The day was ending on a bad note. I hadn’t finished my burrito. And worse, Cass was angry with me.
Fuck my life.
Back at the clubhouse, I drank a beer while Jefe helped Silvia put baby Chance to bed. Russians in our town was huge news, but Prez didn’t want to hear anything until he returned.
I waited in the bar with my brewski and an image of Cass torturing me. She looked fine as always, but that black sundress made my blood pump in the best way.
Her reddish-brown wavy hair looked soft and silky, just begging for me to wrap it around my hand and tug it back so I could devour her luscious lips.
Hell, I’d devour every inch of her if she’d give me the damn green light. Sex as adults would be so much better than when we were teenagers losing our virginity to each other.
I snorted to myself, remembering how much we fumbled around the first time. We were so awkward and nervous; me almost eighteen and her newly turned fifteen.
The next few times had been better, much better. But the things I could do to her now that I was experienced and older… She would beg me to never stop, and I fucking would die to hear her begging for more.
I took a large gulp of my beer, hoping it would cool my jets before I slipped into the bathroom to jerk off.
“Did you get your clean laundry?”
Oh, shit. I knew that voice coming from behind me. Her timing was impeccable given my current state of arousal.
Suzy sat on the edge of the table in front of me. Her tan legs brushed against mine teasingly. “I left them on the dining table since you won’t give me a key.”
“Thanks. I’m sure they’re still there.” The only person to ever have a key to my private bedroom would be the woman I claimed and married. No one else.
“Want me to put them away for you?” She leaned forward, giving me a bird’s eye view of her plump cleavage spilling out of her strapless top.
“I’ll do it.” Couldn’t say she didn’t have a nice pair of tits. Most women did. I liked breasts. All kinds. Any size and shape.
But I only wanted Cassandra’s in my hands and in my mouth.
“Why do you get like this every time she comes around?” Suzy boldly put the tips of her high heels on the chair between my thighs. The way she acted around me would make people assume we were a couple, and we weren’t.
