“I know,” I agree. “But that was Jared. He probably didn’t think that him spouting off about his greatest treasure would send someone after me. I mean it’s been years. It would have been nice if he’d clarified he was talking about his bloody car and not me.”
Deck’s silent for a beat then says, “Not sure why he didn’t call you that. From where I’m standing, you’re definitely a treasure and if he didn’t know that then he was a fool.”
Be still, my beating heart. This man was everything I could have dreamed of. I never had to guess what I was to him, not when he made it irrevocably clear in every action how much I meant to him.
Pushing up on my elbows, I looked at him long enough for him to start looking concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. Everything is perfect,” I tell him with a smile, reaching to take his lips in a kiss as I shimmied up the bed and threw a leg over his waist, settling on his thighs. His hands grip my hips, and then he slides one hand up my back to the nape of my neck. Holding me to him as he devours my mouth. Running my hands up his naked, muscular chest and up his back to cup the back of his head, holding him still as we deepen our kiss.
“Fuck darlin’, it’s like I’m twenty again,” he mutters against my lips as his cock twitches against my pussy.
“You’re telling me,” I agree, reaching down to push the sheets away. I grip his hard cock, lining my body up and sinking down slowly, one pleasurable inch at a time, clenching around his cock when he fills me.
“Jesus,” he hisses. “Do that again and I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t need you to last Deck,” I tell him, rocking my hips as I return my arms to his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, plastering us together until you couldn’t get a sliver of paper between us if you wanted. Deck rests his forehead against my throat. A deep heartfelt sigh leaves him as I continue to rock. It’s slow, and we come in beautiful waves. There’s something to be said for taking your time and enjoying each other before lifeinterferes again. Which I know it will, given everything that we’d found yesterday.
***
And I was right; life interfered like I knew it would, which is how I found myself sitting in Maestro’s office with Cash and Deck drinking coffee and listening to a business plan for the future of the club.
Maestro doesn’t waste any time laying it all out for me, and I appreciate it.
“So, the other day Dad mentioned that the diner, gas station and shop over the road from the motel are up for sale. Cash went and spoke to the owners this morning and we’ve settled on a price. If you’re good with us using some of the money for that, Em, then we’ll get it sorted. These are the figures they gave us on what the business returns.” Maestro hands me a folder with papers in it, and I open it up and start reading as he continues. “They’re struggling to keep up with it all at the moment and want to retire to move closer to their daughter and her family. The figures look good. You’d be a silent partner alongside the club.”
I stop reading to look at him in surprise. I wasn’t expecting that. When he sees my look, he explains, “It’s your money Em. That you’re allowing us to use it for the club is a bonus for us. It means we don’t have to take out a loan because that’s what we would have had to do without it.”
“I’m happy for you to use it how you see fit Maestro, just let me know if I have to sign anything to get things moving. I’m glad it will help the club.”
“We still have to take it to the table but I don’t think the brothers are going to moan at having more money in their pockets,” Cash says. “And you’ll have some left over, but I have a feeling Red has plans for that.”
‘Just how much bloody money was there?’
But before we get to that, I turn to Deck. “And what’s your plan?”
“Remember the day we met I said I had a business proposition for you?”
I nod because he had mentioned it, but with everything going on, I’d forgotten all about it.
“Well, I had Hard-Drive track the owner of the trailer park down and I made him an offer that he’s accepted. The park is now ours. My plan was to get rid of the old trailers and replace them. Add in a playpark, etc. You said that most of the people living there were good people.”
“They are. Most are just trying to get by and live their lives,” I agree. “There are a few bad ones but I have a feeling they won’t stick around once the club makes it known they own it. What did you need from me?”
“Well, I need you to sign the papers that make you a co-owner. I don’t want to do this myself and you know all the people in the park and who owns their trailers. They’d need to sign new paperwork with us for ground rent and such and those that rent, we’ll get new tenancy paperwork done. I want to see how much rent they were being charged because I have a feeling it was too much considering the condition of some of those trailers.”
I’m silent as I mentally go through all who live in the park that this change would benefit and who we’d need to move on.
“Well, darlin’?” Deck pushes when I don’t answer him. “You in?”
“I’m in,” I assure him. “Get the paperwork sorted, use some of the money that’s left over to get the grounds and park sorted for the kids and new trailers. If we put up a trailer as an office, I know someone that can run it for us.”
“Just so you know, this is separate from the club,” Deck tells me.
“Why?” I frown at him. “What’s ours is the club’s. They can get a cut, because you know as well as I do that if there’s trouble out there the brothers will ride. It’s only fair they get a cut of the profits.”
Deck's gaze softens, and he palms the back of my neck, pulling me closer to kiss me. “Fucking perfect Old Lady,” he mumbles. “Not sure how I got so lucky twice in my life.”
