She whirled to look at me. “Did he say how it went?”
“No, but he didn’t sound mad, so I’m guessing it was okay. Depends on how the workers react to the news. I can’t see them hating the idea. If anyone is loyal to the company, there may be a few holdouts.”
She put her thumbnail between her teeth and chewed at it absentmindedly.
“They’ll just end up without a job. I don’t see anyone wanting to do that.”
I didn’t want her brain going to Reinhart. Or that guy in North Carolina. I wanted her mind fixed on me alone. I grabbed her hand and pulled it down to my dick, letting her palm it. She turned angry eyes at me and looked one second away from pulling her hand back, but she paused, and that was enough for me to thrust into her hand. She gripped it as best as she could through the material, and I groaned.
I cupped her breast, weighed, and squeezed it, her nipple hardening again.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. It took her all of three seconds to decide. She unzipped me and pulled my hard cock out, looking down at it. Her mouth opened and for a second, I thought she was going to drop to her knees.
We didn’t have time for that. I was going to savor that moment. It wouldn’t be a quickie. I squeezed her breasts, and she reached up to kiss me as she stroked tighter and harder, faster, twisting at the end, her thumb brushing over the head.
I was ashamed to say I came faster than I had since I was a teenager, but it was fucking worth it and I grunted against her lips as my spine snapped straight, my eyes squeezing tight. After a couple of seconds of getting my breath back, I looked down at her. She was wide eyed and panting too.
“Next time that happens, I’ll be buried deep inside you,” I told her in a low growl as I bit her lip.
I spotted a rag on the window ledge and used it to clean up and tucked myself away, then wiped her hand for her. I would have preferred seeing her lick herself clean, but that was asking too much.
I watched as she looked around the house again when we left, and I made sure it was sealed. I could have been mistaken, but was that longing on her face? She made no complaints about getting on my bike this time and I tried to keep my dick calm as her warm body pressed up against mine. We passed a truck that I assumed belonged to the contractor on the way back. I had to hand it to King. When he had a plan, he didn’t waste any time.
When we got back to the clubhouse, a few of the guys and some girls were heading out, some towards their bikes, some on their way to the annex with a girl. I spotted Tanya amongst the girls who were settling on the low wall outside the clubhouse, a drink in her hand.
Her eyes narrowed as Waverley climbed off the bike. This time she stood up tall, using my shoulders to balance her, pressing her lower half against my back as she twisted her leg behind her to get down. She ended up facing the back of the bike at my side and I looked straight into her eyes, trying to convey this wasn’t over.
“Hey Hudson, are you coming to party?”
I ignored Tanya, continuing to stare at Waverley. I would not defend myself or promise I wouldn’t be touching another woman. I wanted Wave to come to that understanding by herself. I had no intention of going near Tanya, or any other woman, for that matter.
The fact Waverley had just been on the back of my bike should have said a lot to the whores, but Tanya wasn’t one to be deterred when she wanted something. There was only one woman my dick wanted, and she was staring at me now, a mixture of lust, mistrust and, dare I think it, jealously in her eyes.
“That bitch better not test me,” she muttered, and I laughed, throwing my head back, getting a glare in response.
“Kiss me now and they’ll all know.”
“In your dreams,” she scoffed, but I could see the spark in her eyes. The possession she was struggling to hide.
“You are,” I told her. “And pretty soon,” I leaned closer to her. “You’ll be in my bed.”
She harrumphed at me with narrowed eyes, then spun around and walked away. If her plan was to have my full attention, it worked. I watched her ass and what I’m sure was an extra sway in her hips as she strolled over to the old lady’s house like she didn’t have a care in the world. Like she hadn’t just shown her hand, or how she struggled not to claim me right there in front of everyone.
Turned out the run Ink was arranging was a ride through town for Itchy’s funeral. It would leave from the Clubhouse and end at the local cemetery about two miles away. Five of us sat around the table in the basement, going over the map Ink had laid out for us with the route marked out in a red pen. There were little stars and circles all along the route that he strategically placed, showing danger zones, like wide open spaces or blind corners.
Given everything going on, this had to be arranged with military precision, and the safety of everyone involved was a priority. It was a good job Ink was so proficient at this and he had a solid relationship with the cops. They would be backup if needed.
There was no point hoping we would get any respect because it was a funeral. The Kingsmen didn’t give a fuck that it was their damn fault Itchy was dead. But King wouldn’t cower, and tradition said anyone from the club got the full works.
With the other outlying chapters riding in for the funeral, we would out man the Kingsmen three to one. It wouldn’t stop them picking us off with bullets if that was what they wanted to do. Ink was planning for watchers all along the route to make sure that didn’t happen, and I trusted he would keep us safe.
“King wants us in formation,” Ink said, rubbing the back of his neck.
That was another tradition. When we rode, King always led, but it left our Prez wide open if the Kingsmen tried something. I could see that was bothering our Road Captain. Dirt would ride right beside him and wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself in front of his Prez if it came down to it, but we didn’t want to risk losing anyone, let alone officers.
“Who are the watchers?” War asked from his seat at the end of the table. He was picking underneath his nails with a knife, which in itself was unusual for him. He rarely carried a weapon around with him.
Ink reeled off the names of eight brothers who had all served in the military, three of them from our club. They would each have two men under them. Ink was not sparing any safety precautions. He explained a small group would remain back at the clubhouse for the procession to make sure nothing happened here, mostly from the other chapters, those who had never met Itch.
