His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,43

Her body stretched as she screwed in the lightbulb in the hanging light. Curley picked at the dry skin at the corner of his fingernail. There were only three days left until he planned to open the bar for business.

Her breasts strained against her shirt, jiggling with her arm movements. He swallowed a groan. Being around Faye for the last ten days was killing him.

At least his busted lip and black eye from the two fights he'd had with Hammer and Slick had healed. Eventually, everyone would learn that she belonged to him and keep their thoughts to themselves. Or, better yet, not even think about her.

Her body was his. If she was going to do anything, it would be with him. Not with some asshole in Tarkio who had an itch to scratch.

"Curley?"

Faye came down on the flat of her feet and brushed her hands off on the back of her jeans. Tight jeans, showing off the roundness of her ass.

"Curley?"

His chest tightened. He forced his breath through the tightness. He'd had that ass in his hands earlier when she needed a boost up to the lights above the bar.

His cock remained semi-hard ever since.

A hand waved in front of his face. "Yoohoo, Curley."

He blinked, refocusing his vision, and found Jenna, one of Faye's girlfriends, in front of him.

Jenna grinned as if she knew where his thoughts had been. He grunted. "What?"

"Jerry wanted me to tell you the phone guy left, and the electrician signed off on the added thingies in the control box on the wall, so anytime you're ready, you can flip them on." Jenna glanced over at Faye. "Also, Faye needs you."

He snapped his gaze across the room, all his attention going back to Faye. "What's she need?"

"She's not going to tell you this—so, you didn't hear it from me, okay?" Jenna bit her lip, waiting for him to swear his silence.

He dipped his chin. "Go on."

"She locked herself out of her house in her rush to get here and is stressing about how she's going to get back inside without a key, and seeing how it's already ten o'clock, I don't think she needs to be stuck sleeping in her car tonight or breaking a window to get inside." Jenna's forehead wrinkled. "Please, don't tell her I told you. She's embarrassed and feels stupid, and none of us had a key that would work when we met at her house this morning."

No one could break through the lock that he'd installed when Grandma June had died. He'd made sure that she'd remain safe when alone.

"I'll take care of it," he said. "Thanks for letting me know."

Jenna nodded and joined the others who were wiping down all the tables and chairs for extra money before the bar opened.

He sought out Paco and pulled his keyring out of his pocket, working off the spare key to Faye's house that he kept. "Do me a favor and get a copy of this key for me."

"Will do." Paco walked toward the backdoor, where the bikers parked.

Solving one problem, he went to Faye. "All the lights in?"

"Yeah." She gazed up and widened her eyes before grinning. "All except the men's restroom, but Aaron headed that way with three lightbulbs a few minutes ago."

"Come with me." He pressed his hand on her lower spine, taking her with him across the room. At the door to the back, he yelled, "Everyone, hands off the lights. I'm turning on the power."

A cheer echoed in the warehouse turned bar.

He entered the back room with Faye. The bar wasn't going to offer food at the moment, and all that was required was refrigeration for the drinks, and racks for the bottles. The Tarkio members installed a counter and sink to meet health regulations.

Everything, but the last decorating details, were done.

"Stay here." He stepped over to the electrical panel, found the newly added circuit breakers, and flipped all six switches.

Going by the cheers and shouts in the other room, the lights worked. He grabbed Faye's hand. Not letting her out of the room, he peeked through the crack in the door and shouted for someone to turn off the main lights.

Once the bar looked like it would when it opened to the public, he swung the door open and brought her out into the main room.

She gasped, squeezing his hand, and leaning closer to him. "Oh, look. It's awesome."

The darker atmosphere settled around him. He gazed around the room. A small light hung over each table