But making a move on her felt like a mistake. The Crimson Guard were tenuous allies, and she was the club president’s little sister. If things went wrong, Clint seemed like the kind of man to ruin an alliance for personal reasons.
So, I didn’t pursue Elle to the extent of my interest. I was in no hurry. Anticipation often made a reward sweeter. Not that I didn’t eventually get a taste.
Four months ago, during a party at the Crimson Guard’s clubhouse, Elle stopped running long enough to let me kiss her. Then, in the clubhouse’s office, we did more than kiss.
That one quick taste had left me conflicted. I wanted more, yet Elle had avoided me ever since. A month ago, I showed up in hercommunity to see Exile. As soon as Elle got a look at me, she took off inside her house and never returned.
I wondered if Elle was why Clint requested a sudden meeting at his clubhouse. Exile would be there, yet Clint said he didn’t want me to bring anyone from the Black Rainbow.
“Have you turned on me and decided to sign my death warrant?” I asked Exile during our last call.
“If I killed you, do you think the guys would let me live?”
“Maybe. I could imagine them claiming good riddance and moving on with their lives.”
Exile didn’t buy my concerns. The guys worshipped me, after all.
As requested, I rode to Little Memphis on a Tuesday. My mind refused to worry about possible reasons for the meeting. Rather than stress, I enjoyed the summer heat on my skin.
The Crimson Guard was a mixed club with female members. Unlike many of my clubmates, I didn’t laugh at the thought. Mostly because I’d fought the Little Memphis Motorcycle Club before. Those men were the real deal. I assumed their daughters were also rough and ready to throw down.
My blasé view of the situation shifted slightly after Lula Reed was abducted, leaving her two chick bodyguards fucked up and near death. Not that I was overly fond of Stevie and Cher, but I couldn’t have shit play out that way with Elle.
The snarky blonde was mine in a way no other woman would be. I actually remembered Elle existed without prompting. No other woman could claim such a thing.
I arrived at the Crimson Guard’s clubhouse to find several motorcycles parked out front. I recognized Exile’s bike as one of them.
The Fire Hooch was once a strip club. The winking pinup girl sign in the front was likely left over from its saucier days. The clubhouse was on a busy street, and I scanned the area for any eyes on the location.
Turning back to the Fire Hooch, I smiled at my memory of Elle in the back office. I hadn’t intended to rush my first taste, but Elle wasn’t an easy woman to seduce. She either pretended I didn’t exist or claimed I was annoying.
But that night, out of fucking nowhere, she tugged me into the office.
Entering the clubhouse today, I found Clint sitting at a table with Exile and Boone Chester. I was strolling toward them when I spotted Elle behind the bar top. Her golden hair hung loose around her sexy vixen face. She narrowed her stormy gray eyes at the sight of me.
I smiled and licked my lips at the thought of getting another taste. I knew what hid under her vintage red T-shirt with the words “Feel Your Feelings” printed on the front.
Based on the way she snarled at me, Elle was definitely hoping for a repeat ride on my dick. She wore the same beastly stare right before she sucked on my tongue months ago.
“What’s this all about?” I asked, eyeballing Elle’s tits while I spoke to her brother. “It’s not my birthday, so I assume you didn’t throw me a surprise party.”
Clint’s dark blue eyes glanced at his sister. I felt him speaking to her without saying any words. Nodding, Elle exhaled deeply and walked around the bar top to show off her hot body.
“Get it?” she said and waved at her waist.
“Get what?”
Elle glanced at Clint, who said, “Just say the words.”
Elle focused her sexy gaze on me and said, “I’m pregnant with your kid,” she said and pointed at the paper Exile handed me, “This is where you can get your cheek swab done, so we can prove I’m right.”
“Of course, you’re right,” I replied casually, more focused on her beauty than her news. “Besides me, no man’s been in your pussy for a long damn time.”
“You can’t possibly know that,” Elle snapped back. “I’m a notorious dick addict.”
While Boone chuckled, Clint rolled his eyes. “This isn’t what we talked about.”
“Don’t stifle my voice,” Elle grumbled at him.
