“Glad to help out. You work some long-ass hours.”
“It wasn’t as bad when Sex Piston bought the shop, but the days are getting longer, or I’m getting older.”
“You’re not old.”
“I’m not nineteen anymore, that’s for damn sure.”
“You’re not the only one. I wouldn’t go back to nineteen if I had to.”
“I wouldn’t mind having my nineteen-year-old ass again.”
Calder put their dishes in the sink with the dirty pan. “I remember your ass back then. It’s better now.”
She avoided his admiring gaze. “I’ll load the dishwasher after taking a shower. Don’t forget to leave my key on the counter before you go.”
Calder came around the counter, reaching into his pocket and coming out with the key, which he placed down beside her hand. “You sure you don’t want me to stay the night in case we come up with the next clue?”
Thinking more about not wanting to be left alone after Sam’s threatening behavior, she didn’t nix the suggestion.
“Fine, you can load the dishwasher.” She moved around him to go take a shower, expecting him to complain about doing the dishes after cooking. He didn’t.
Damn, he was looking sexier by the minute. Not only had he looked all house-wifey when she had come in the door, but now the stud muffin was going to do her dishes.
Her good humor vanished when she saw him dodging Manson’s batting claw when he crawled out from under the couch in a sneak attack.
“Are you afraid of my cat?” she taunted.
“That cat makes some of the felons I served time with look like angels.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
Manson hunkered down into stealth mode, his eyes turning into gleaming slits. When his tail started waving furiously as his ass went up, she almost felt sorry for Calder.
“Crazy Bitch!” Calder’s voice sank to a whisper when Manson’s tail moved even faster. “Why’s he staring at me like that?”
“I should have warned you. Next time, feed him first. He gets a little irate when he gets hungry.”
“What do you feed him?”
“Bikers who are stupid enough to wear shorts around him.”
12
Having a black cat stare at you malevolently as you undressed was unnerving. Calder debated opening the front door and letting it escape. If he didn’t think he would have to spend the rest of the night searching for it if Crazy Bitch discovered it missing, he would.
The cat jumped onto the bed and plopped down on his pillow, showing his gums in a feline yawn.
Not intending to move the cat or place his cheek where the cat’s ass was resting, he went to the door, intending to sleep on the couch.
The living room was dark, but the light from the bathroom shone, making it possible to see.
He silently walked to the couch and was picking up one of the pillows when he saw a movement at the window. Crazy Bitch was standing to the side, peeking out the window from the side of the curtain.
“Something wrong?”
She jumped, spinning at the sound of his voice and dropping the curtain.
“No. I thought I heard my neighbors arguing.”
“They do that a lot?”
“Not often.”
“You want me to go outside and check?” He took a step toward the door.
“No! They must have gone back inside.”
Calder was a recovering addict, so he was an expert at lying and when someone was lying to him. Crazy Bitch was lying through her teeth. She wasn’t meeting his eyes, jerkily moving away to the refrigerator to get herself a bottled water.
His balls tightened when she walked toward her bedroom, using a damp towel to dry her hair, her pale blue silk shorts showing the curves of her ass.
“You have an extra pillow? Manson is being a bitch and not sharing.”
“Huh? Sure, I’ll get it.”
Calder followed her into the bedroom, her preoccupation with what was going on outside sending a tendril of unease down his back.
She sat the water down on her nightstand then went to her closet to reach up for a pillow on the shelf.
“Sweet Jesus,” Calder groaned.
“What?” Startled, she jumped, knocking down the pillow she had been reaching for.
“What has you so afraid?”
“What in the fuck do I have to be afraid of with you here?”
He took her arm, preventing her from bending down for the pillow.
Jerking out of his reach, she started to push past him.
“You tell me. But something has you frightened.”
“I’m tired and I’m going to bed. Get the pillow and get out.”
Calder grabbed the ends of the towel that was hanging casually over her shoulders, holding her place. The scalloped lace that bordered her blue satin camisole top rose and fell with her ragged breathing.
“Tell me what’s up, Anna-Kate.”
With her fisted hands, she hit him on his bare chest. “The only thing that is up is your dick. And stop calling me that sissy name!”
Calder twined the towel around his wrists, tugging her closer. “Why? I think it’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
She locked her arms, preventing him from pulling her closer. Then she rolled her eyes as she gave a mocking laugh. “I’m too tired tonight to listen to another one of your lame pickup lines.”
“I’m not trying to seduce you. I’m being serious.”
Calder caught the brief flicker of decision in her eyes before she lowered her lashes, concealing her expression.
“Something has you spooked tonight, and I want to know what it is.”
Her lips mutinously curled into a provocative smile as she went up on her tiptoes to press her lips on his. His cock hardened at the feel of her soft belly against it.
“Crazy Bitch… don’t start what you’re not wanting to finish.”
He felt the subtle touch of her tongue as she parted his lips and then slid inside. He had dreamed of her when he was in prison, wondering how she would taste. Would she taste like tart cherries, or have the heat of cinnamon? When he opened his mouth wider, Calder discovered it was neither. She tasted like sweet strawberries.
Using the towel, he tilted her head so he could take control.
The smell of her freshly washed hair couldn’t disguise the faint odor of fear she was putting out. The woman was using his lust to keep from admitting she was afraid of someone or something.
He pulled his lips away a hairsbreadth, about to call her out on it. Instead, he went back for more, twining his tongue with hers in a duel he didn’t care if he won or lost.
If she was willing to fuck him instead of owning up to what was going on, it would take more willpower than he had to resist her attempt.
He nudged her toward her bed, expecting her to stop him or break the lust-fueled kiss she had begun. She didn’t. Crazy Bitch held on to his shoulders as he tumbled with her to the unmade bed.
He was used to seeing her with makeup and her hair teased and moussed to tame her wild curls. Lifting his lips, he was held spellbound by her creamy skin and her mass of riotous curls.
“What are you staring at?”
His gaze softened at the hint of vulnerability in her voice. “I used to think about you in prison—what you were doing, who you were with.” He traced her features with his eyes, seeing the strength of character that showed through the makeup. Without the camouflage, it was still there. “Once I was clean, I kept blaming myself for standing you up that night.
“It’s not easy for a man to own up to a woman having more strength than him. Even at nineteen, you were stronger than me. Even when I got out of prison, it was easier to fuck the club sluts than face your contempt.
“I’m not Stud. I never will be. I’ve had the same opportunities he had, but he never got caught in the same bad moves I have. You’re more like him than I am. I couldn’t face disappointing someone else in my l
ife.
“I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, but I can promise it won’t be for the same reasons. I swear on my soul I’ll never touch drugs again. And if you’re willing to give me a chance, I can be the man you’re looking for.”
Calder didn’t have to interpret the indecision on her face or the wariness in her eyes. It was plain to see, yet he felt her arms tighten around his shoulders and her fingers caress the back of his neck.
“I’m not going be a sucker and believe anything you say. If you want my trust, earn it. When you do that, then we can go from there.”
Nodding, he started to lever himself off her tantalizing body, but before he could move more than an inch, she tugged him back down to her.
“Where you going?”
“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“Where in the fuck did you get that idea? I don’t have to trust you to fuck you.”
When she parted her thighs so he could sink down over her body, it fanned the embers of the desire that had been riding him since she had been at his back on the road trip.
Holding on to his willpower, he stopped himself from sliding her shorts to the side and sinking his fingers in the honey that he knew was waiting for him.
Calder slid his hand from the side of her breast where it had been bracing him above her to glide it over her silken flesh exposed by her camisole that was now resting below her breasts. She didn’t shy away from his touch, or look away.
“You’re making me nervous.”
“Your dick doesn’t feel nervous.” She thrust her hips upward, forcing beads of sweat to form on his upper lip.
“You promise you won’t give a critique of my performance to your crew or the other brothers?”
“Do I look like Killyama?” She grinned up at him wickedly.
“I wasn’t talking about her and Train. I was talking about you and Joker.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” She moved her hand from his shoulder to his chest, stroking down to his abdomen and stopping at the band of his shorts. “You don’t have his beer belly.” She rubbed her belly against the bulge of his cock. “And from the size of that dick, I’m feeling you’re no limp noodle. Damn, Calder, if I knew you were going to talk me to death, I would have turned on the television.”
Her agitation showed she was as nervous and excited as he was.
He lowered his mouth to nuzzle the cleft between her breasts. Her tits were so voluminous he nearly strangled on his tongue when he pulled her top down.
Laving her nipple, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. When she slid her hand under his shorts, he knew he had.
Her eyes darkened as she stroked him while he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“I know you’ve had tit since you’ve been out of prison, so take it easy on me, or I’m going to bar you from titty sanctuary.”
He gentled his mouth on her nipple. She might come across as a bitch, but she wanted to be wooed like a woman named Anna-Kate.
He used his hands to smooth over her skin, exploring the cleft between her breasts, then cupping the other one, caressing it as if it was a fragile flower and it would be crushed if it was handled too roughly.
He wanted more than one night with her, and if he wasn’t careful, tonight would be the last. He wanted her to crave him like a drug, so when they were apart, all she could think about was having him back beside her. He wanted her to fill the same void that was slowly tearing him apart, as if she was sitting on a mountaintop and the more he tried to climb to reach her, the farther away she seemed.
With one of her hands, she cupped his balls as she pushed his shorts down with the other until he was able to use the friction of his thighs to take them off.
Tilting his hips to the side, he used the momentum to slide down her body, sliding her silken shorts down.
“Damn, woman, your tits are heaven, but your pussy is fire.”
He poised his mouth over her waxed pussy before delving between the sweet flesh where he found the honey he had been searching for. He laved her until a moan escaped her. Then she rose up on her elbows to watch him.
He had been with more women than he could count. He had some more innocent than others. Then there were those who were more experienced than he was and had taught him a thing or two. He had to admit that, beyond giving the women cursory looks, he was more into getting laid than just getting enjoyment with how large a woman’s breasts were, or how delicately formed her pussy was.
If he had to describe his perfect woman, Crazy Bitch would be her. There wasn’t anything about her that didn’t turn him on. She wasn’t a stick figure that, when he fucked her, their hip bones would bump together. She was softly curved in all the right places. Her belly wasn’t flat, and her curvy hips gave him a place to hold as she thrust up against his ravaging mouth.
When he plunged his tongue inside her, Crazy Bitch’s elbows gave out and she fell back to the mattress.
He felt her muscles contract. Satisfied that she was on the brink of an orgasm, he drew it out for a few seconds before lifting off her, preparing to sink his hard dick into her waiting cunt.
Her hands went to his shoulders, stopping him. “Slow your big soldier down. You need to bag him.”
“My wallet is in the other room.”
“I have some in my nightstand.”
“Aren’t you on the pill?”
“Uh… yeah, but I know where that dick of yours has been. Until I know that boner is clean, the only action you’re getting is a hand job.”
He always used protection. The only time he hadn’t was when he had been wasted with Candi and had believed her lies when she had told him she was on the pill. He knew Crazy Bitch was a straight shooter. If she said she was on the pill, she was.
Finding a condom, he rolled it on then moved back to cover her body with his. He wanted to be able to look down into her eyes and see her first climax with him, knowing he had given her the pleasure he was determined she would find in his arms.
Giving a forceful push, he buried himself in her wet pussy, grinding himself into her until he ended and she began.
It felt so good he had to pull back and thrust forward again, this time going so high she arched her back as her thighs wrapped around him, thrusting back.
She was all bitch, demanding. He gave her more until their bodies were moving in a furious pace.
His cock tightened, a warning he was about to come. Thankfully, he felt the answering spasm of her pussy gripping his cock harder.
His climax played out in a series of explosions that had his mind going blank. When it was over, he could only stare at her stupidly as she shoved him off her.
“Damn, now I have to go shower again.”
Calder watched as she jumped off the bed crossly, her bare ass bouncing across the room and leaving him alone in her bedroom.
Removing the condom, he found a small trash can beside her bed before making himself more comfortable. If she thought he would go back to the spare bedroom, the bitch was going to be disappointed.
When she came back in ten minutes later, she glanced at him before she came to the side of the bed he was lying on.
“Move over. I always sleep on this side,” she brusquely ordered.
Not wanting to push his luck, he scooted over, making room for her.
Crazy Bitch turned the bedside light off before lying down next to him.
“If your ass snores, you’re outta here.”
Calder tried to think if any of the women he had slept with had ever complained about his snoring. He was pretty sure he didn’t.
When he tried to cuddle with her, she shrugged away from him.
“Hot thang, when I want to cuddle, I’ll tell you. When I want to fuck, I’ll wake you up. Stick to your side, and as long as you don’t snore… or fart, I might let you have another sleepover.”
“And if I do?” He tried to keep his laughter out of his voice, glad she wouldn’t be able to see the amusement on his face i
n the dark.
“Then we’ll just be fuck buddies,” she finished simply.
He released a relieved sigh. At least she was willing to fuck him again. Some battles with bitches, you had to take what you could get.
13
Calder stared down at his cell phone, seeing there were no new text messages. It was nearly quitting time, and Crazy Bitch still hadn’t responded to the text he had sent her, asking if she wanted to hang out tonight at the club.
He pulled the motorcycle he would be working on in the morning into the garage bay, seeing Stud was still working on the one he was building.
“I’m done for the day. You need anything before I leave?”
“No, I’m good.” Stud didn’t look up as he moved to the side of the bay where he was working.
“You and Sex Piston doing anything tonight?”
“Nope, Star has dance class. I’m going to the club until they’re finished. They’ll pick me up when they’re done.”
“You talked to Sex Piston today?” He tried to act unconcerned as he questioned his brother.
“No, she texted me that she wouldn’t meet me for lunch; said she and Crazy Bitch were slammed today with walk-ins.”
“Oh.”
“Why?”
“No reason.” He shrugged negligently.
“Okay. You going to the Destructors’ club or you headed home?”
“If you’re going to the club, I’ll hang out there for a few before I head home.”
“I’ll see you in an hour, then. I want to put on the carburetor before leaving.”
“You need any help?”
“No, I got it. Save me a beer.”
“I will.”
Calder left the garage, going to his bike. He rode to the club, his mind still on Crazy Bitch and why she hadn’t returned his text. They had rushed out of her apartment that morning before he had time to make definite plans about seeing her that night.
Feeling like a lovesick weenie, he almost changed his mind about going to the club and went home, but his foot didn’t brake, nor did he change direction, hoping to see her car in the parking lot when he pulled in. Disappointment filled him when he saw it wasn’t there.