Page 14 of Pearl (Royal Harlots MC, Phoenix, Az. #1)
Carver
“ W hat the hell is going on in here?” Hawg narrows his eyes at the rifle I’ve got steadied on the bar top. “You better shoot me now or get that thing out of my fucking face,” he growls.
His crew walks in behind him, all eyes on the ladies and me, giving us the once over.
“Sorry, Hawg, we didn’t expect you back this early, and we wanted to make damn sure no one was coming over to the ladies’ club.
We planned to be up and gone at first light this morning, but decided to stay one more night.
“No fucking harm done.” He looks at all the ladies, and then at me.
“Got your hands a little full, Carver. You may want to get them out of here and back to their club. The fun’s about to start if you know what I mean.
No one in their right mind is going to come anywhere near the Phoenix Club or the Harlots Club after the stomping we gave some of the brothers in Tucson.
They mess with you, you whisper our name in their ear, and they’ll be running for somewhere we can’t find them. ”
The ladies cheer, and Onyx gives Pearl a wink.
“Time to go home, ladies,” Pearl tells everyone.
She’s not one bit shy and she doesn’t need to be told what a certain amount of respect can get you with a group like this.
No, it’s bred into her, somehow. I don’t know her story yet, but somehow, she’s been taught how to survive and thrive in a world like ours.
And she does it so well it keeps my dick hard.
Pearl drives her Glock into her side holster underneath her jacket and walks right up to the big burly guy most find intimidating as hell, extending her hand.
“The ladies and I are grateful for your hospitality, protection, and for getting those ladies north and to a better life. If you ever need anything, please let us know. We owe you, and we always pay our debts.”
His eyes don’t waiver. “You don’t owe us anything, Pearl. We owed a huge debt to Duchess and the Royal Bastards. We’re just paying them back is all. But, if you and your ladies ever need help again, you know where to ride, got it?”
Pearl gives him a big smile. “Same goes. We’re only a few miles down the road. If you ever need anything, just ask.” The ladies scatter and return with their things moments later, ready to ride, and go back to their own club.
Pipes, the bastard behind Hawg, rakes Pearl over with his eyes. My jaw tightens but I let it go. But as she turns the asshole whistles. “Nice ass, you sure you want to leave?”
Fucking guy from the lower level. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I move to close the distance between me and the fucker, but Hawg gets in the way. “I’ll deal with it.”
I’d be sorry if she turned me down too and there’s no law against a quick glance, but that was more than fucking that. And the look in his eyes, there’s something about that guy that makes my stomach twist, especially when it comes to his interest in Pearl.
I place a hand at the small of her back, daring him to even look at her ass as we walk out that door.
The ladies peel out of the parking lot, and Pearl looks at me with those bright blue eyes as she straddles her bike.
“So, this is it? This is where I ask the big alpha guy to come back to my club and to my bed?”
She makes what could be awkward comfortable and natural.
“I could live with that. I need to meet with some people in Vegas tomorrow, but if I leave midmorning, I’ll make it in good time.
There was no official time, but I’d like to get it done, be back here for the Friday night festivities and over the weekend. ”
Pearl grins. “Then stay on my hip,” she drawls, kicking the engine into gear with the heel of her boot. She navigates the large bike with ease before peeling into the evening traffic and weaving between lanes, cruising down the back roads to her club.
The beige siding looks like any other car repair garage in the city as we pull in, with the exception of the black sign over the top of the door.
No trespassing. I park my bike beside Pearl’s before following her through the metal door.
She extends a dramatic arm into the open space.
“Welcome to the Harlots’. In this lair, we run the show.
” She gives me a wink. “Just play along with the ladies and they’ll let you live, handsome. ”
The ladies all look busy and happy to be back in their own club. I snake my hand around her neck and scoop her into my arms. “Where to, baby?”
Her blue eyes meet mine. She wants it as badly as I do. “Upstairs and to the right. Hurry, Carver,” she whispers, wrapping those fingers around my neck, the way I already love.
I don’t waste one minute, carrying her up the steps and into the room kept dark and protected from the harshness of the Arizona sun by heavy black blinds.
The only color visible is in the faint ribbons of yellow on her bedding, as though a sign of light trying to seep into an otherwise darkened soul.
I vow right then and there to put some color in Pearl’s life, and make the sun come out and shine, just like it should. Because I’ve seen the light beneath her well safeguarded heart but it’s clear she doesn’t show it to many and that it doesn’t come out as often as it should.
Her eyes meet mine, assessing me assessing her bedroom. “Does it meet with your approval, handsome?”
“As long as you’re in it, baby, I’m happy.”
Pearl kicks the door closed with the heel of her boot, and instead of carrying her to the bed, I let her slide down the length of my body until her feet touch the floor, raising her arms in the air, because this time, I want to go slow.
To relish undressing every little inch of her, peeling her tank top from her body before unclasping the dainty black lacy bra and baring her perfectly peach-sized breasts for me.
Her nipples are hard before I’ve even stroked their tips but when I caress them, they grow with need. “Carver,” she whispers, as my lips trail where my fingers have been, and then travel lower, along the plane of her navel, and down to her mound as I push her clothes to the floor.
I gently lick all the way down, caressing the inside of her folds with my tongue, tasting her sweetness, holding the back of her thighs with each hand, keeping her still against the pleasure as I build her up, stroke after stroke, just off the mark, until I run the length of my tongue right over her clit.
She moans and trembles against my face, arching her hips to get closer to the heat.
But I’m in control of Pearl’s pleasure…
She’ll have to learn to relinquish a little control, and she will because I plan to teach her everything about delayed gratification and the pleasure it brings.
“Still, baby,” I tell her between soft licks, teasing her unmercifully until she’s ready to squirm.
My tongue runs across her swollen clit while I gather her cream and bury my finger as deeply as it will go, crooking my finger just right, and dragging it along her G spot.
She gasps and her body tightens around me, moaning so sweetly that I almost let her come.
“Not yet, baby.”
“Carver, please?”
Begging for more so sweetly as she looks down at me with those deep blue hazy eyes.
I stroke her clit again and she moans with the pleasure.
A loud rap at the door causes her eyes to go wide, but I don’t stop.
She swallows and I track the motion as I slide one more finger deeply beside the other.
Her mouth forms the perfect little O as she absorbs the pleasure and tries not to make a sound.
But the rap on the other side of the door this time is even louder. “Pearl!”
I slide both fingers in and out, her cream making everything slick and wet. She looks down at me, eyes pleading as though I’ll give her a reprieve, but I don’t. I lick her clit again, and then again, causing her to grind her center into my face, just where I want it to be.
The knock comes again, tentatively as though now the person doesn’t know if she’s in here or not. “Fucking go away,” Pearl pleads just barely above a whisper while I slide another finger into her back door.
I knew she wouldn’t last, and my baby doesn’t. She almost screams aloud as she comes all over my fingers, and my face, a cream that’s sweeter than any honey I’ve ever had.
Whoever was at the door is gone, and I’m far from done. I stand, taking her with me in one swift move, carrying her to the bed, positioning her legs just the way I like. Open, exposed, and trusting me to take care of her needs, every fucking one of them, because that’s exactly what I want to do.
My dick is as hard as fuck, and one button and a quick move exposes my raging hard on, another drag through her cream and a tilt of her hips, and I sink deep, right to the very end of her.
Her eyes roll back. I lift her legs and drive in again, because it’s even deeper this way.
“Tell me you like it this way, baby?” I growl, sliding against her perfect silk.
“Oh yes.” Her head nods and she bites her lip trying to keep herself from crying out as I do it again, pushing her legs up, folding her almost in half so that every time I drive in, the end of me hits just the right fucking spot.
And when she cries out, I do it again, and again, until Pearl is screaming my fucking name.