Page 9 of Big Easy

"I need your words, babe." I wait with bated breath for her reply.

"Take me to your bed, Jaxson." Her breath hitches.

That's all I needed to hear. Our food is forgotten.

I quickly stand, bringing Sutton out of her chair with me.

Digging my wallet from my back pocket, I toss enough cash onto the table for the food and a decent tip, all while fighting the urge to throw Sutton over my shoulder, caveman style, and carry her sweet ass out of the restaurant.

Eager as I am, Sutton keeps a steady pace beside me as we make our way downstairs toward the exit. As we descend the stairs, we run into Ryker.

"Heather mentioned you were here." He grins and glances at Sutton. "Are you leaving already?"

I quickly make introductions. "Ryker, this is Sutton—Sutton, meet Ryker Nygard." Ryker's eyes drop to our joined hands, and his grin grows.

"It's good to meet you, Sutton." Just before Ryker says another word, his phone rings, and he pulls it from his pocket. The color drains from his face. "I'm on my way." He ends the call. "Shit," he hisses, looking frazzled.

"Brother, is everything alright?" I ask..

He runs his hand through his long red beard. "My wife just went into labor." His eyes widen as if he doesn't know his next move.

I chuckle and clasp his shoulder. "Congratulations, brother. Now pull your head out of your ass and get to the hospital before you miss the birth of your son."

"Crap. I got to go." He looks at Sutton. "I hope to meet you again."

"Likewise," she says, then we watch him rush down the stairs and disappear.

"Let's get out of here." I usher Sutton out.

Finally, outside, we cross the street. Securing the helmet on her head, I help Sutton settle in behind me. Like before, she slides her palms across my abs, and I pull into traffic.

Twenty minutes later, I'm parking my bike outside Outlaw Ink. "You live here?" Sutton looks around. The lights are still on in the shop, but we closed early, nearly two hours ago.

"The club owns the place, but I live in the apartment above the shop.

" I point upward. "Come on, I'll give you a tour of the place.

" Punching out the code, I unlock the entrance.

Out of habit, I check the inside, doing a quick visual scan before escorting her inside the building.

"It's pretty basic as far as tattoo shops go.

We each have our own stations and equipment.

Mine," I say and point toward the back of the room, "is over there. "

"The artwork on the wall is impressive. I love the vibrant colors." She looks around the room, admiring the pictures. "Did you tattoo all of these?"

"Not all of them. My brothers are amazing artists as well. Many of those are their masterpieces."

Sutton stops to admire a chest piece I did on a breast cancer survivor last year. "It's beautiful. I love the way the lines of the tattoo flow across her chest, and the way the phoenix tail feathers cascade over the curve of her hip." I stand amazed at how her eye catches all the details.

"Have you been inked?" I ask.

"No, but maybe one day. Looking at these photographs would inspire anyone to wear a permanent piece of art." The thought of being the first to press a tattoo needle against her flawless skin sends a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I grab her hand once more and lead her to the spiral staircase that leads to my upstairs apartment. "Wow. I'm impressed. For a bachelor pad, it's not bad." Sutton moves about the room as I cross into the kitchen.

"I don't have much to offer in the drink department." I open the refrigerator. "I have water, juice, and sweet tea." I look over my shoulder to find her heading toward my bedroom.

"Water is fine." Stopping at the open door, she glances back at me. "Is this where the magic happens?" she teases.

My woman is bold, and I like it.

Leaving the water, I follow close behind while she enters my bedroom.

My king-sized bed, covered with a plush white comforter and pillows, faces the French doors that open to the balcony. The walls are the same black as the rest of my living space. On the other side of the room, not far from the balcony doors, is a stripper pole.

Sutton spots it. I wait for her response. She cocks her head at me, her brow lifted, but says nothing, and I offer no explanation. I don't feel the need to.

I turn on some music and watch Sutton cross the room, stopping in front of the mirrored doors. "The mirrors are two ways?" she looks out at the glowing city lights across the river.

"For privacy, without losing the view." I come up behind her and brush her hair to the side. I pepper kisses down her neck, feeling her skin prickle. "Your skin is so soft." My calloused palms skim beneath the hem of her scrubs, and my fingertips graze the bottoms of her covered breasts.

"Jaxson," she breathes.

"Arms up," I command, and she lifts them above her head, allowing me to strip her shirt from her body. Kneeling behind her, I remove her shoes, then socks. Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I slide her pants over her lush ass and down her slim thighs.

"Jaxson. There are people on the street below," she says as my hands travel back up her body.

"They can't see in, babe." I smell her arousal as my fingertips dip between her thighs.

I gently grip her hips, guiding her to face me, and her fingers tangle in my hair.

I lift my eyes to Sutton's face and find her staring at me, biting her lip.

The thin scrap of material creating a barrier between her pussy and my mouth is teasing me.

Sutton watches as I rip her panties from her body.

Her pussy is nearly bare, and I home in on her swollen clit, just begging to be licked and sucked.

Pressing my face between her thighs, I run my tongue along her seam, getting my first taste, then suck her sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth.

Paying attention to how her hips move and grind against my mouth, I find the rhythm she likes.

Her moans fuel my need to make her come, and her nails scraping against my scalp make my cock harden to the point of pain just as she explodes in my mouth.

With the taste of her release still on my lips, I stand, strip my cut and shirt from my body, throwing them to the floor, then press her back against the mirror and cover her mouth with mine.

In a frenzy, her hands work to undo my jeans while I rid my woman of her bra, feverishly dip my head, and take one of her nipples into my mouth.

"Oh God," Sutton moans, and I'm not sure if it's because I'm devouring her voluptuous tits or the fact she just wrapped her hand around my cock, releasing it from the confinement of my jeans. She strokes me as I take her other nipple into my mouth.

Reaching between us, I cover her hand wrapped around my cock, and squeeze. "Harder," I instruct, and she obeys. I enjoy her touch for a beat longer before she suddenly stops.

Both panting, she locks eyes with me. "I want to try something new," she says, and my heart pounds heavily against my chest.

"Anything," I tell her.

She pulls me toward a chair in the room and directs me to have a seat.

I watch her hips sway as she walks away and the space between us widens.

The sun has set completely, and the room has turned dark.

The light of the moon dances over her pale skin as she makes her way to the dance pole.

I'm shocked when she grabs it in her hand then twirls around it.

The slow, sultry beat of Erode by Tender begins to drift through the surround sound speakers in the room.

I watch, entranced by her sensuous moves as she masterfully works the pole.

Facing me, her eyes stay locked on mine as she slides her back down the pole lowering herself to the floor.

Sutton does several more aerobic, extremely captivating techniques before crawling on all fours, her movements cat-like as she makes her way toward me, settling between my legs.

Sutton runs her palms up my thighs, and I never wanted a woman to touch me as badly I need her to at this moment. Her body barely hovers above mine as she works her touch upward. Heat radiates between us.

Need takes over. Gripping Sutton's thighs, I spread her legs, bringing her to straddle my lap. The tip of my cock presses against her entrance. Palming her breast, I take her nipple into my mouth and lower her onto my cock, slowly sliding into her tight heat.

"Fuck me, babe," I command, and she swivels and rocks her hips.

While she rides my cock, I feast on her tits.

It doesn't take long before her breaths turn ragged.

Suddenly, her body explodes. Her pussy squeezes my dick as she rides out her orgasm, taking me over the edge, making me climax with her, giving me the most intense release I've ever experienced.

After our breathing levels, I carry her to my bed and pull her close. We lie together, letting the moment encapsulate us. "I've never done that before."

"Done what, babe?" My hands rub lazy circles on her hips as I nuzzle her neck.

"Danced for someone. I mean, for purposes other than fitness," she admits, and I realize how she came to learn her dance moves. "I don't know what came over me."

"It was by far the most erotic thing I've ever watched. I've never been so turned on," I tell her, and my admission causes her to turn over and face me.

"Really?"

"Yeah, babe. Really." Now it's my turn to make a confession. "This is new for me."

"What is?" She looks confused, and I kiss her forehead. "This—cuddling. I don't do it. Ever. But, with you, I find myself wanting a lot of things I've never wanted before." I know I sound like a pussy but fuck if I care.

"Jaxson. Whatever this is between us, it's more intense than I've ever felt before, with anyone."

"I'm willing to see where it goes if you are." I roll onto my back, pulling her into my side. Her head rests against my chest, and her warm breath skims across my skin.

"I'm willing to take the journey with you, Jaxson," Sutton says sleepily, and for the first time in my life, I fall asleep next to a woman I see my future in.

It's late afternoon the following day, and I'm sitting outside the house of that motherfucker, Peter Sanders, or his dying father's home, waiting for him to return. "You must got it bad for this woman if you're willin' to put the fear of death on this guy." Grim takes a toke off of his cigarette.

"We're not here to share feelings." I cut my eyes at him.

"I'm only saying what everyone's thinkin', Prez. It's not a bad thing, you know. Shit. Once the women find out about Sutton, you'll never hear the end of it."

I shake my head because he's right. The brothers' old ladies have played matchmaker and meddled in my love life for years.

We watch a red Mazda pull into the driveway from across the street, hidden behind an empty house.

Peter Sanders steps out of the car. The man has issues.

From what Brewer dug up, he has a pattern of attaching himself to women, or I should say stalking them.

He's had four restraining orders placed against him in the past five years and one assault charge, which he did a little time for.

Grim and I wait for him to enter his home before crossing the street. We enter the house through the unlocked front door. Dumbass.

Having already scoped out the inside of his home earlier in the day, we make ourselves comfortable in the living room while Peter hits the shitter.

Twenty minutes later, the son of a bitch walks into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of two bikers, one with a gun pointed at his face.

"Take whatever you want," the pussy says and throws his hands above his head.

"We're not here to take your shit, dumb fuck." I stand.

"Then—then, what do you want?" he stammers.

"You put your hands on my woman." I make a move toward him, and Peter back steps, hitting the wall behind him.

"I don't know what you are talking about." His voice shakes.

I'm in his face, standing toe to toe with him at this point. "Sutton, your father's nurse," I growl, and his eyes widen. "That's right, fucker." I bury my fist in his gut, and he doubles over. "She is mine, and I don't take kindly to other men puttin' their dirty, unwanted hands on her."

"She never mentioned having a boyfriend.

" He stumbles to the side, knocking into a small table near the couch.

"And I didn't see a ring on her finger." Finding his backbone, the motherfucker propels his body forward and takes a swing at me but misses.

Losing his balance, he falls to the floor.

I dig the toe of my boot into his ribcage, causing spittle to fly from his mouth.

"You won't get away with this. I'll have you arrested," Peter yells.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I lift him from the floor. "You stay away from Sutton," I warn him.

The asshole glares then sneers in my face. "Or what?"

"You fucked up," Grim shakes his head.

Before the fucker has a chance to wipe the smug look off of his face, I remove it for him with my fist. My knuckles repeatedly make contact with his flesh until there is nothing left but a bloody mess.

I toss his worthless ass to the floor, his busted face cradled in his hands for protection. "Keep your fuckin' hands off my woman. This is the only warning you get, cocksucker. If I have to repeat myself, I'll let my gun do the talkin' for me." Looking at Grim, I jerk my chin. "Let's ride."