Page 10 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)

Carver

I pull her to me, my hand snaking beneath her silky golden hair, drawing her close, leaning down and whispering in her ear. “I didn’t expect anything less, baby.” The warmth of my mouth slides along the length of her creamy neck, causing her to shiver in my arms.

I’m decisive, determined, and don’t make her wait for what I know we both want, capturing her lips with a kiss that sparks a fire and flares into red hot desire in a minute.

When I break our kiss, her eyes are hazy with lust. I push a piece of hair from her face and tuck it under the bandana. “Stay on my hip, I don’t want you getting into any more trouble.”

“If you don’t stop bossing me around…” she huffs.

I stroke a finger across those beautiful lips. “Shhh … do what I ask, I want you safe.”

Pearl hops astride her Harley without another word, buckles her helmet and stays close, sexy as fuck as she rides beside me, leaning in at the exact same time, as though in a secret dance with the long open stretch of road that only the two of us know.

The truck follows us and the minute we’re at the bar, we drive around back, and true to Larussio’s word, the two drivers are more than helpful. We get off our bikes, and both men jump out of the cab and roll the back door all the way up. “Get the girls and let’s get on the road,” one of them says.

Pearl’s eyes narrow. “Who sent you?” she asks the tall one who hasn’t yet said a word and keeps looking off into the desert. She clearly doesn’t trust anyone no matter that they followed us out.

The man doesn’t mince words and looks mean as fuck. “Renzo Larussio, and it sure as fuck didn’t come down the chain of command like always. Personal favor to him so get your asses in gear and let’s get loaded up. This job goes well or it’s my ass, not yours.”

Pearl’s seen what happens when Renzo Larussio has a problem with you, and she doesn’t waste another minute. “Stay here, we’ll be right back,” I tell the guys, following Pearl into the building.

She talks quietly with the older lady behind the bar and then turns to me.

“This is Millie. She literally saved our asses and that of the girls. She was just telling me a couple bikers stopped by, sniffing around, but they didn’t find anything, and she sent them on their way.

” Pearl pulls out a wad of bills. “Can’t thank you enough, Millie. ”

Millie shakes her head, with a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

“Keep your fucking money, sweetheart. Those bastards come round again and I’m going to blow them out of here with my fucking shotgun.

Lousy fuckers. Best be getting on the road, before they circle back.

” Millie heads to the back with Pearl right on her heels and a few minutes later they guide a string of women who look to have seen better days behind them.

Concern registers in their eyes when they see me, and my jaw clenches.

If I lay hands on the fucks who took them, they’re going to wish they had never even looked at these young women.

“You don’t have anything to be afraid of,” I tell them, leading the way to the back of the truck outside, but who knows if they believe me or not.

If I were in their shoes, I wouldn’t trust anyone either.

The back door is already open and a small set of metal stairs has been pulled down. I gesture for them to get up in the truck. “It’s going to a be a long drive back to Arizona, then we’ll get you wherever you want to be. You have to trust someone sometime, okay?”

They don’t look at all fucking convinced that they’re not getting rescued from one bad situation and put into another, but they do as I ask, and get in the truck.

I feel like the lousiest fuck in the world when the guys hoist the stairs up and the truck door comes down, but I know they have food and water.

I also know that this car has air conditioning pumping into the back to keep them as comfortable as we can until we cross the state line and get them to safety.

I shake hands with the two guys before they jump in the truck.

I recognize one of them as one of the Larussio soldiers but haven’t seen the other one around.

No doubt, both of them intend to get the job done without issue.

“Pearl and I will ride behind you. I tap the rifle in my duffle bag and the Glock on my waist. “We’ve got you covered. If you see anything suspicious at all, you call this cell, and let it keep ringing. I’ll have it on vibrate in my pocket. ”

The ride back to Arizona isn’t as fast as the ride out, but we make it without incident just the same. Even stopping at an out of the way roadside to give the girls a break and let them go to the bathroom, we make good time.

Whoever those bikers are may be looking for us in the future, but we’re safe for today. Traffic is a bitch when we get close to the city, but the drivers know where they’re going, how to stay away from 5-0, and we get there an hour before the deadline.

The minute we pull up to the Phoenix Crew’s club and Larussio’s men open up the truck, Hawg comes out. He glares at Pearl and then gives me a nod. “Thanks for going after her, and them.”

Pearl rolls her eyes. “I didn’t need a babysitter, fucker. I’ll call Duchess and let her know we need safe haven for a few more ladies. She won’t mind. Can you get them all on the truck?”

Hawg’s eyes narrow but he doesn’t have time for this and neither do we.

“We’ll make it work. Let’s get the truck unloaded.

Let the girls go to the bathroom, get cleaned up and then into the next truck they go.

One more leg of the journey, girls and then you can decide what you want to do, where you want to go, and you’ll all be home free,” he tells them.

The other ladies walk out of the bar, and Angel runs to her twin sister Lacey, throwing her arms around her as Pearl wipes a misty eye and turns away so no one can see her.

But I’ve seen all that I need to see about her.

She’s dedicated and loyal, fierce as they come, with a heart of gold that anyone who is looking can see.

Hawg shakes hands with the two guys sent by the Larussios, one after another as the girls are loaded into the back of the awaiting truck, heading to New York where they’ll have a chance to work with Duchess and make a shit ton of money or be on their way, free to do whatever they want.

Pearl extends a hand to each of the two guys, only trusting them now that the ladies are safe. “Tell Marenah and the Larussios thanks for the help in getting this coordinated, and for sending the girls Duchess’s way. She’ll appreciate it.”

The tall one gives her a nod. “Always good to give women who’ve been picked up by traffickers a safe place to land.

Don’t mention it.” The minute the trucks take off, one back to Vegas and one to Upstate New York, Hawg turns to us.

“We have to head out. That meet in Tucson. You have the stuff?” he asks.

“You know I do. I’ll be back,” I tell Pearl, walking with Hawg to his bike, and handing him the package from my backpack. He doesn’t even look inside. He knows that he’s going to have exactly what was promised. Hawg places it in his side saddle bag and tosses a leg over his ride.

“Mind if I hang out here for the night before heading back to Vegas in the morning?” I ask.

He smirks. “Don’t mind at all, Carver. Those ladies have been nothing but trouble since you left this morning.

Maybe now that Pearl is back, they’ll settle down.

They want to go home, but Duchess said to keep them out of their bar for at least another couple days.

She doesn’t want anyone to find them if they come looking and we don’t know who the fuck we’re dealing with, yet. ”

“Copy that. We ran into trouble in Vegas with the Desert Riders and took at least eight of them out. They may be coming too.”

His brow crinkles. “Fucking Desert Riders. They seem to be everywhere and into everything these days. I’ve heard a rumor or two about them picking up girls. Maybe they’re the same ones who grabbed the ladies in the first place. One fucking thing I know, bad fucking news that crew.”

“I’ll keep my eye on the ladies. When are you back?”

Hawg puts his goggles on. “Day or two, depends on how the meet goes and how many heads we have to bust to get them to see things our fucking way.” He kicks his bike into gear, and every biker in the bar peels out and jumps on their ride, ready to rumble in Tucson.

Leaving me alone with the golden blonde beauty who’s been on my mind all the way across two states and is standing by the door watching as they ride off. I close the distance between us and snake a hand beneath Pearl’s nape, drawing her close. “I’ve been waiting all day for this baby.”

Pearl gazes at me with hazy, lust filled eyes, and winds those pretty little fingers around my neck, drawing me closer, the curve of her center pressing against me as my dick strains to get closer to her heat.

Maybe this should be slow and unrushed, and if this deep connection and electric sexual pull weren’t so fucking strong it would be, but we both know exactly what we want, and it’s not gentle, slow or unrushed. It’s pure and primal, an almost animalistic need, just like the fire in our blood.

I push her arms over her head, against the outside wall of the bar as the Arizona sun falls under the horizon in the distance, kissing her neck and then dipping into the hollow between her breasts.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She’s already there, snuggly cradling my waist between those long lean thighs, straddling me tighter than her ride on a long open highway.

I carry her inside, kissing her mouth, devouring her as we make our way in the door and towards the back quarters where no one in their right fucking mind better bother us tonight.

I kick the door with the back of my boot as I carry her to my bed, pulling her boots and pants off, bringing her little undies right along with them.

I stop for a moment, inhaling the scent on the lacy white thong, anxious to taste her honey.

I peel my clothes in haste, never in so much of a hurry as I am in tonight.

I’ve barely touched her and already I long to be ball deep inside of her.

Pearl sits up slightly to pull her shirt off, then unclasps the front of her bra, baring her breasts to me in the dim but shadowed light of the room. Her eyes almost glow as they watch me crawl into bed, straddling her thighs as I devour the pert tips of her nipples while she mews with pleasure.

I love that she’s so fucking responsive, and those are the little noises that I want to hear all night long, but first I want my dick all the way inside that wet pussy, deep and hard, driving against that hot little velvet lining, and when I thrust all the way to the end of her, it is perfection.

Every single thing about it.

Her deep moan, the way she wraps her legs around me tighter, drawing me in for more, while panting my name aloud. Fucking perfect in every way, and every time I thrust it gets better and better, deeper and wetter, and when neither of us can hold back for one second longer, I tell her to come.

“Carver,” she moans on a sexy little breath as she shatters beneath me, trembling as her cunt clutches my dick as though it’s been caught in a vice, as long ropes of come shoot deep inside of her with not one fucking barrier between us.

Never has it fucking been this way. I roll her over, letting her be on top, holding her close while rubbing her back, still joined as one because I’m not ready to be done with her yet.

Not by a long fucking shot because I’m not letting her go very far.

We’ve got all night long and I plan to make her scream my name through most of it

Her eyes are still glazed as I pull out and clean her up, then walk to the bathroom bare-assed naked.

When I come back, she has the sheet pulled up around her but hasn’t moved much.

I smirk at her still love-hazed eyes. “You can jump in the shower. I’ll go grab us something to eat from the kitchen. You want a drink?”

Pearl smiles, that feminine sexy little smile that overpowers every badass vibe she’s got. “Cold beer sounds nice.”

“Back in a minute. You think we should check on the ladies?”

She laughs. “Onyx has it under control. If she needs me, she’ll let me know. I may be the leader, but I run with some very independent women.”

I slide into my jeans, sans underwear. There’s no need. We both know they’re coming back off the minute I crawl back into bed with her. “Was that an intended man slam?”

She grins, and shrugs. “It usually would be, but the shade wasn’t thrown at you. You’ve done nothing but help. I’m sorry we didn’t meet on such good terms.”

I smirk. “You have the good grace to look as guilty as you should and it’s adorable. Paybacks a bitch, baby. When you’re least expecting it.”

Her eyes glow mischievously. “Now that sounds interesting indeed. Don’t take too long with that food. I’m so hungry, and you strutting around with no shirt on, flexing those ab muscles and pipes for my benefit is working.”

I stride over to the bed and tilt her chin with a tip of my finger, kissing her on the lips. “I won’t be long. Finger yourself for me but don’t you dare come. I want your cream for dessert when I get back.”

Her cheeks turn pink.

“Who would think such a badass would blush so pretty?” I ask.

She tries to turn away, but I don’t allow it. “Don’t hide from me. Real emotions, real feelings, and no bullshit, okay?”