up,” he promised.
“You better not, I’ll cut off your dick and take it with me.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You scare the shit out of me, darlin’, but I love it.”
“Crazy loves company.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his again.
His hand made its way between my legs and cupped my needy pussy through the black pants I was sporting. He pulled his head back and grinned. “Crazy loves her man… You’re fucking soaked.”
“Yup. Backroom quickie?”
He practically tossed me off his lap and dismounted with lightening speed. Leaning down to nuzzle my neck, he slipped his keys into my hand and murmured, “Naked and spread-eagle on the desk. I’ll be there in two minutes.”
“Yes, sir.” I winked at him and sauntered off.
I only made it a few steps before hearing a loud commotion coming from the other side of the glass bar front. It was heavily tinted so I couldn’t see what was happening inside, but next thing I knew, the entire pane exploded. Torch yanked me back and pivoted, tucking me into his chest so I wouldn’t get sprayed with glass. I couldn’t see what the hell was happening but heard men yelling and shit breaking.
“Fuck,” Torch grumbled, releasing me from his grasp. “Stay here.”
Looking towards the melee, I saw Jet on top of the idiot frat boy, slamming one fist after another into his face.
Yup, I’d called that shit.
Torch and Grimm both grabbed their brother and pulled him away as people started pouring out onto the sidewalk and police sirens pierced the air. They had to have been at the twenty-four hour donut joint around the corner to get here this fucking fast, Linwood cops weren’t exactly known for being hustlers. And since nobody inside the bar was a snitch, it was probably safe to assume a straggler walking the street had seen it and called in. Fan-fucking-tastic.
A few minutes after Linwood’s finest pulled up with their lights flashing, Torch broke away from the crowd with a freshly lit cigarette and approached me.
“Think I’ll have to take a rain check on the quickie,” he muttered.
“Is everybody okay?”
“Yeah, some kid grabbed Roxy’s ass and Jet lost his shit. I don’t know how the fuck they ended up smashing through the window, Jet says he pulled him away from it and didn’t shove him outside until after glass started flying.”
“Was it cracked or something?”
“Don’t think so, Monk would’ve noticed when he opened.”
“Weird.” Not entirely familiar with procedure when it came to these sorts of things, I asked, “What now?”
“We gotta do the usual statements and shit, it shouldn’t take long. Except for the bozo who got his ass beat, we know all the civilians inside. They’ll say they didn’t see anything or that Jet was defending his woman, nobody’s going to jail tonight.”
I snatched his cigarette and took a drag. “Good, that means the night’s salvageable and you can finish what you started.”
“Are you ever not thinking about my dick?”
“You ask that like it’s a bad thing.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. “Oh, it’s a very, very good thing. Feel free to share your thoughts.”
“I think I’ll show you instead.”
“Even better.” He sat down on his bike and pulled me into his lap.
As long as they weren’t making arrests, the cops could take their time. I didn’t mind a damn bit.
: 3 :
| TORCH |
The next morning, Torch sauntered out of the clubhouse for a smoke while Liv finished getting dressed. After a mind-blowing suck-and-fuck in the shower, he figured he should peel himself away before being tempted into spending the entire day getting lost in her pussy. Christ, he still couldn’t believe that shit was all his, all the time.
It was a beautiful, balmy morning, the previous night’s clusterfuck seemingly left behind in the darkness. He lit up and walked over to a picnic table where Buddha was soaking in the sun with a cup of coffee. It didn’t look like the man had gotten much sleep; the dark bags under his eyes gave it away. Come to think of it, he looked like he was dragging ass the day before too, but maybe it was just the lack of a beard throwing Torch off.
Buddha wasn’t much into the barber shop experience, he preferred to shave his head once a year and then let it do its thing. This time around, he’d also taken a razor to his face and kept it up. There was a strong jawline under all