Eventually, we called time on the session, with me getting her to stop by playing thehubby has to go to work, wifeycard.
I tossed her a bottle of water, watching as she chugged it down and gasped before wiping the back of her mouth with her hand. She was sweaty, and it made me want to make her even sweatier. I smirked, all my thoughts clear to see as I watched her through narrowed eyes. Nothing turned me on more than a dirty Ayda.
Cutting across the distance in two strides, Ayda jumped on me, her legs closing around my waist giving me a front row viewing to a trickle of sweat working its way down between her tits. “Do you really have to go? I was hoping you’d get good and sweaty with me.”
My eyes focused on her chest as I spoke. “You’re insatiable, woman.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” She crushed herlips against mine, raising her hips so she pressed closer, and after a nibble on my bottom lip, she dropped to her feet again. “I have to work anyway. I’m covering for Sam today. Only for an hour or two, but if you wanna drop by when you’re finished…?”
“You know I’ll be there. I might bring a few of the guys along. I’m feeling charitable.” I cleared my throat and tried to suppress my smile. “It also doesn’t hurt for the likes of Hove to see the MC walking around town in numbers.”
“I’ll keep the coffee fresh then.” Ayda grinned and tapped my ass with her hands.
“You do that.” I slapped her ass harder in return, laughing roughly as the two of us began to walk to the door that led out to the yard. It was a bright day, and the sun was low. The air was fucking cold. Ayda’s cheeks looked even rosier out in the daylight, and as I glanced up at The Hut, I saw Harry, Slater, Jedd, and Kenny all waiting for me to get to work. Their arms were folded and their eyebrows raised as Slater tapped his wrist to tell me I was already fucking late.
“See what trouble you get me into,” I muttered to Ayda from a small gap in the corner of my mouth.
“I do,” she said, looking over at the men. Holding her hands to her mouth, she shouted to them, “He’s all yours.”
“Not sure that’s a good thing,” Kenny shouted back as he jumped down the steps of the porch.
“Bastard,” I grumbled, passing Ayda the towel from my shoulder before I walked over to The Hut. I didn’t have time to shower, but I wasn’t going anywhere without my hoodie and cut. I gave Ayda a kiss on the cheek and left her talking to the guys before I went inside, grabbed my things and began to walk back out through the bar.
“Tucker,” a voice said beside me.
I stopped and turned to my right, scowling as I realized who the hell it was before I saw his face. Owen Sinclair: our stand-in numbers guy and accountant while I’d been locked up. He was also a long-standing member of The Hounds of Babylon. Sworn in by my family, serving like a brother, yet hating me like an older sibling at the same time. The guy didn’t like me. His world was brighter when I was rotting away in darkness. Still… he was the only other man in patched leather that could work the books the way I could, and my father had always set a rule in our club. Two sets of eyes were to go over everything so no one man could make profit off the books without anyone else knowing.
It made sense really.
I just hated that I had to work with this prick once a month.
“Owen.” I smiled flatly. “Didn’t realize you were around today.”
“Thought you guys could do with a hand with this repo job. I saw it on the books last week. Told my old lady I was going to step in and provide some support.”
“Decent of you.”
“I’m a decent guy,” he said through a cocky grin.
“How all Hounds should be.” I widened my eyes and gave him a nod. “We better get going then.”
“Lead the way.” He saluted and gestured toward the door, and I tried to stay a few strides ahead of him. The guy had always creeped me the fuck out, even though Harry and Deeks always assured me he’d been a good thing for the club while I was gone.
Jumping down the steps, I wrapped my arm aroundAyda’s waist and dropped another kiss to her sweaty forehead.
“In a bit, darlin’,” I whispered. “Stay out of trouble.”
“Be safe. I love you.”
“Always am.” I winked before I turned my back on her and walked to the repo truck. Glancing over at Slater, I gave him my silent challenge before speaking. He rolled his eyes and shook his head before his grin tore free.
“Let me guess,” he shouted. “You’re taking the wrecker, and the rest of us are in the van.”
“See who gets there first?”
“I don’t lose, Tucker.”
“We’ll see.” I climbed into the truck and started her up, my body vibrating as the heavy engine roared to life before I began to back her out of her parking spot. By the time I’d reversed, the other five Hounds had got in the van and were already at the gates, turning left to take the main route through Babylon.
