They even had a sign out front letting everyone know the grand opening would be happening in just a few days.
I pulled my bike around the back of the bar, then stored it in my garage. Once I finished, I used the door from the back to head inside of the bar and to my office. A few of the bikers from the Thorns were already here, but I didn’t feel like entertaining any damn body at the moment.
The moment I stepped into my office, my chair spun around, revealing Vanessa seated in nothing but a bra and a thong.
My dick hardened immediately. I shifted, placing a hand over myself to hide it.
Vanessa and I used to mess around heavy, but she was also part of the Black Thorns. That wasn’t a good combination now that I was president. Not to mention, even when we were fucking, I never saw a future with her.
The crazy part? She knew that.
“Come on now. How many times do I have to keep telling yo’ ass not to be in here when I’m not here?” I asked.
She tilted her head to the side and pushed the chair back as she stood.
If I was hard before, that shit was on brick now.
Nessa knew damn well what she was doing. She thought if she kept giving me pussy, it would change things. The moment I got my nut, the thought of anything more never crossed my mind.
She slowly walked around the desk and then stood tall in front of me before dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants. I was going to let her since she wanted my shit down her throat so bad.
Once the zipper was down, she pulled me free from my briefs. I reached out and tilted her chin until her eyes met mine.
She ran her tongue across her lower lip.
“You better play with that pussy while you do it, because all I got time for is my shit sliding down your throat. And you better not throw up this time, understood?”
She nodded, then opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to engulf my shit like it was her last meal. I closed my eyes and allowed the soft silk of her mouth to give me some relief before I handled this bar and Thorn shit for the day.
“Girl,I still don’t know why the hell you didn’t hire someone to come here and help you.” Jessa complained.
I shrugged with a soft smile. “Because I have you to help me with all the manual labor. I don’t need some stranger walking all through here. We got it. I want this place to be just right. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to put more of a homey touch to my place.”
Aubree smiled as Jessa dramatically fell back onto the couch and wiped her brow.
“Right. Well, I’m going to need some sort of payment for all this work. The best payment would be if you would finally come to Chrome with me. It’s not super wild in there and we could use a good drink with even better music playing.”
I stilled at the thought of visiting the local bar. It wasn’t far from my shop—I’d seen the steady flow of drunk people coming in and out.
It looked like a good time, but I was already drawing enough attention by opening the bakery. I didn’t need any more than that.
I walked around the corner and looked around to find anything else I could do other than go out. I had run out of excuses for the girls. I knew they were going to be tired of my shit at some point, but I couldn’t come out and say I didn’t want anyone to find me from my past life.Or could I?
“I’m sure I have more than enough to get done around here. Y’all can go without me. I don’t want to stop your fun.”
Jessa looked at Aubree, then back at me. I could tell from the look they gave each other they’d spoken about me never wanting to go out.
Jessa crossed her arms, and Aubree leaned against the counter.
“We don’t want to be pushy, but you not going has nothing to do with this shop, and you know it. What’s going on Solana?” Aubree asked.
I turned my back to them and grabbed the broom leaning against the wall. I needed my hands to be on something. They needed to be busy. Jessa and Aubree had proven to be trustworthy; not to mention there for me as a friend.
But the real question was, could they hold a secret this big? This moment could signify the end of my peace. Still, I had to take a chance. I needed some relief from the anxiety that plagued me every time I walked out of those doors.
I released a sigh, then looked back at them. They hadn’t said a word. I’m sure they could tell they had finally broken me down. I leaned the broom back against the wall and waved them towards the kitchen. They followed with no push back, then stood silently in the kitchen as I went into the fridge to grab the two bottles of wine I’d purchased earlier.
I didn’t need to tell them this story was going to be groundbreaking. They just knew. Jessa had gone into the cabinet and grabbed three wine glasses. By the time I walked back over to place the wine bottles on the counter. Aubree grabbed the bottles from my hand and waved me off.
