Page 13 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)
Pearl
I sneak out of the bedroom leaving Carver to sleep after a night of endless and mind-blowing sex.
Who says a girl doesn’t need to knock off a little steam once in a while.
And damn if Carver doesn’t know exactly how to help me do that and more.
I pad into the kitchen bound and determined to make Carver a meal that tastes better than the dried out PB and J he brought me last night.
Onyx flips a grilled sandwich, the smell of cheese permeating the air. She turns as I walk into the kitchen, glancing at the big round clock on the wall. “Afternoon, sunshine. You look radiant, you lucky bitch.”
It’s hard not to grin at my second in command. “Every girl should have a night like that once in a while.” I give her a wink and snag the grilled cheese out of her hands and take a humongous bite. “This is so good. Make me two more so I can pretend I fucking know how to cook?”
She laughs out loud. “It’ll cost you. The ladies are bored out of their minds. They want to get out of here and back to the club. I’ve had my ears to the ground and anyone who’s anyone is out in the desert south of Tucson. Why isn’t your lover boy there?”
I give her a Cheshire smile. “My man isn’t with a club. A lone wolf who doesn’t need anyone or anything because he’s that fucking good.”
She flips the sandwiches over in the large cast iron skillet. “Touchy, touchy. I just asked a question. Look, why don’t we give it the night, if no one’s been by our club, let’s go back?”
Onyx pops the two sandwiches on a plate. “Agree?”
I narrow my eyes at my friend. “Are you holding these sandwiches hostage until I say okay?”
“Damn straight, without hesitation or remorse. Besides, the longer we stay here the more money the girls at the club lose. Wednesday and Thursday night are one thing, but missing a Friday or Saturday night gig, that cuts into the girls’ weekly take home.
Especially since this weekend’s festivities have already been planned. They can’t afford that, Pearl.”
I sigh heavily, almost having forgotten the show planned for the weekend and all the invites that went out to biker allies across the city.
“One more night. They’ll be home at worst for Saturday and their show.
I’ll have Skye make the girls whole, slip something into their checks for missing the other days, and if nothing happens tonight, we’ll get back to work tomorrow night.
They can do their normal on Friday and big show on Saturday. Sound okay?”
She nods. “Sounds great.”
“I know the ladies don’t want to miss dancing on the weekend, but I’d rather have to make up their pay than for something bad to happen because the wrong people found out where we hang.
Besides, we have the whole Phoenix Crew’s MC club to ourselves tonight.
Why not have a little fun with it, you know, check out their shit while they’re gone? ”
Onyx laughs, and her eyes get wide. “Now that, I can sell to the ladies who come to dance for the bikers. I’ll handle the girls, and you just go blow off a little more steam with Mr. tall dark and handsome.”
I start to say something, but she puts a hand in the air. “I’ll even handle Skye. She’ll cool down when all the biker bucks funnel into the kitty on Saturday night. Believe me.”
My eyes probably say it all, and she knows it’s not my favorite part of the business.
Her eyes meet mine. “They love to dance, they want to dance. And we allow it because it gives them a place to dance and all of us make a shit ton of money. No harm, no foul. We’ve talked about this.”
“Fine.” I take another bite of the grilled cheese and add it to the plate with his before grabbing a couple waters from the fridge. “Don’t call me unless it’s a fucking emergency,” I say over my shoulder, just knowing Onyx is flipping me the middle finger as I walk away.
I walk into the bedroom, lay the waters down, and take another bite of my grilled cheese. “Are you hungry?” I ask, untying the sash of my robe and letting it fall to the floor as Carver watches.
He sits up in bed and draws me in by the waist, making me fall into bed with him. “I’m going to fucking devour you,” he growls.
I pull a piece of the grilled cheese apart with my fingers, still gooey and warm, and place it in his mouth.
“I’ve already eaten most of my sandwich.
Why don’t you have yours while I have a little dessert,” I say, handing it to him before sliding down the length of his body, shimmying under the covers and licking every muscle of his abs as I go.
His dick is already hard, rigid and waiting for my attention.
“Oh, baby,” he groans as I slide my lips over his girth, covering my teeth and taking him in slow but deep, licking around the shaft, only to do it again.
His powerful thighs tighten. He pushes the covers from over my head so he can watch me feasting on his heat.
There’s a heady power in giving pleasure, especially to an alpha like this, knowing it’s taking restraint on his part to allow me to be in this much control.
And I fucking love it, licking and sucking while his powerful hips raise, pushing deep against the very back of my throat, while he strains for every single breath he takes because it feels so good.
My center flares with desire as his eyes meet mine, intense and bold, like he can see right through to my very soul, like he knows these flames are kicking harder with every flick of my tongue.
An alpha can’t control himself, and he fucking doesn’t, sitting up and grasping me so suddenly that he takes my breath away, flipping me over while he drives my legs apart and comes in from behind, sinking all the way into me, all the way to the very fucking end of me, so deep that I can barely breathe, until he pulls out and does it again.
The moans are coming faster, over and over, louder and louder, as the headboard bangs against the wall without any signs of slowing down even though I reach out against it with a hand. “Faster.”
He slaps my ass and drives in even deeper and harder, and then again, fast and furious, like a fucking freight train that doesn’t slow down until I’m soaking wet, cream running down my legs and sweat beading between my breasts, and when he tells me to come, I’m already there, trembling against his driving power as hot beads of his release spill deep inside of me.
Carver grasps my hands, pulling me to him as he rolls us onto our sides, our bodies still tightly joined as one. “You’re fucking mine,” he whispers into my ear.
My throat is so dry I can barely whisper. “Yours.”
A loud knock after a day and evening spent in bed, and then a boot against the door has both of us jumping out of bed and scrambling for clothes. Onyx doesn’t mince words, and she doesn’t do it now. “Get your horny asses out of bed. There’s a whole lot of trouble heading our way.”
The minute we’re dressed, I make sure my gun and knives are in place and head out the door with Carver on my heels.
The rumble of at least ten bikes can be heard pulling into the parking lot.
“Keep the lights off, stay covered and don’t pull a single fucking trigger without my say so.
We don’t know if this is friend or foe.”
I have an advantage point behind the bar, using it to stable my gun, because if any one of those fuckers who wants to do us harm walks through that door, he’s going out in a fucking body bag.
Carver has a rifle drawn, and slides in next to me. “I tried to call Hawg, but he’s not answering. Keep the ladies calm, baby.”
“You don’t have to worry about them. They know how to handle themselves. It’s not like this is our first rodeo with biker boys who don’t like a female doing anything but bunny bucking underneath them.”
My finger shifts over the trigger as the door rattles, steady, waiting, but inside anything but calm. If it’s the enemy, they don’t know we’re here and I’m not giving up the element of surprise. A key jangles and my finger lets off the trigger, but hovers, just in case I’m wrong.
The door opens and the lights come on right away.
Hawg’s deep burly voice echoes through the dark.
“I say it’s time to fucking party!” he yells.
“Seeing those fuckers get on their bikes with their tails between their legs made my fucking night. Round up the girls, because I’m sure as hell ready for some sweet-assed pussy.
” Hawg’s eyes go wide the minute he sees the artillery waiting for them as they enter their club.
“What the fucking hell,” he roars. “Carver!”