Page 17 of Twister’s Salvation (Saint’s Outlaws MC: Madison, WI #1)

Twister

Friday was supposed to be smooth.

We had the contractors in early at the warehouse working on demolition, Swift and Wheels doing inventory for the rage room, and I was getting ready to ride out and pick up a custom Saint’s Outlaws neon sign we ordered for the front entrance.

Everything was lining up.

Until the brick flew through the goddamn window of the clubhouse.

I heard the crash before I saw the glass. Loud. Violent. Like a damn gunshot inside the clubhouse.

“Motherf—”

I bolted from the office with my boots slamming against the half-finished hardwood floor.

“Prez!”

Rev yelled from across the room.

Glass sparkled across the wood floors, and a jagged hole was punched through the front window. A brick sat in the middle of the common room like it belonged there.

It didn’t.

The note tied to it made that crystal clear.

Wheels yanked the paper off, and his fingers curled tight. He read it, then looked at me, jaw clenched.

“You better read this.”

I snatched the note. Leave. Or you’ll regret it.

No signature. No bullshit. Just that.

“Anyone see anything?”

I barked and scanned the clubhouse. Sully and Chewy were checking the front entrance. Swift was already pulling up the surveillance feed on his phone.

“Black car,”

Gramps said, pointing at the grainy footage over Swift’s shoulder.

“No plates. Couldn’t see a face.”

“Cowards,”

I muttered, crumpled the note, and tossed it on the table.

“What do you want to do?”

Swift asked.

“Lock the place down.”

I ran a hand over my jaw.

“Nobody comes in or out unless I clear it.”

“And what about the new sign?”

Wheels asked.

“We still picking it up?”

“No,”

I said.

“Fuck the sign. We’ve got bigger problems now.”

The tension in the air was thick, like a thunderstorm had rolled through the building. The rest of the guys were quiet. Alert. Every single one of them waiting for the next move.

“Push,”

I called.

“Do a sweep around the block. Take Rev with you. Look for tire marks. Maybe someone saw who did this.”

“On it,”

Push nodded, and was already moving.

“Swift, you’re with me. We’re going to the Den.”

Swift arched a brow.

“You think they’re gonna target the bar next?”

“I don’t know,”

I said honestly.

“But Tempi’s there. And I’m not taking any chances.”

The Badger Den was steady when we rolled in. Mid-afternoon crowd. A few couples, a pair of college girls sharing loaded fries, and some guy reading the paper like it was 1985.

But all I saw was her.

Tempi was behind the bar with her hair down today. It curled around her shoulders, wild and soft. She wore a red tee tied at the waist and ripped jeans. It was like her curves were poured into every inch of them.

My body reacted before my brain caught up.

“Prez,”

Swift said under his breath.

“You good? You’re staring at her like she’s your next breath.”

I didn’t bother denying it.

“Nothing is going to happen to her,”

I said more to myself than to Swift.

We headed to the bar.

Tempi looked up and smiled at Swift with that easy one she gave to customers, until her eyes landed on me. Then it shifted. Softened. Warmed.

“Hey,”

she said and set napkins in front of Swift and me.

“Didn’t expect you in the middle of the day.”

“Plans changed.”

She nodded and reached for a towel to wipe down the bar.

“Everything okay?”

I leaned in slightly.

“We had a visitor this morning.”

Her hand paused mid-wipe.

“Visitor? The inspector again?”

I shook my head.

“Worse. Someone threw a brick through the front window.”

Her brows shot up.

“What the hell?”

“Yeah,”

I said.

“Note attached told us to leave. Or else.”

“Jesus, Twister,”

she gasped.

“This is getting crazy. What on earth is going on?”

I didn’t want to scare her. But I wasn’t going to lie either.

“We’re working on figuring it out, doll. I just wanted to make sure you are safe here,”

I said softly.

She blinked.

“You’re asking if I’m safe? You’re the one getting bricks chucked through your windows.”

“You run the bar alone half the time,”

I pointed out, “and the shit happening to us is just down the street.”

There was a tiny piece of me that hoped this was just some dumb kids playing a prank on us. I knew it wasn’t, but it would be a hell of a lot better if it were.

“I’ve got Britta.”

I gave her a look.

“Okay, fine,”

she said.

“I’ve got Britta and Tyson now. I’ll call him to see if he’s up for being security for a few days.”

“That’s better.”

She leaned closer, and her voice dropped.

“Is this about someone not wanting you here?”

“Looks that way, but we don’t know much.”

I wished I knew a hell of a lot more than we did. We were in the fucking dark on pretty much everything.

“Well, they’re gonna be real disappointed,”

she said.

“Because I don’t see you packing up anytime soon, right?”

My grin was automatic.

“Damn right.”

Swift cleared his throat beside me.

“I’ll give you two a minute. Go do something somewhere else,”

he muttered. Swift and I had been friends for years, and this was the first time I had ever shown interest in a woman for more than just a one-night thrill.

Tempi watched him walk away, then turned back to me.

“You’re not just here because of the brick, are you?”

“No,”

I admitted.

“I wanted to see you. Make sure you were safe.”

Her cheeks pinked, but she didn’t look away.

“I should have had you come in last night, right?”

“I would not have said no, doll.”

She tilted her head, the teasing edge back in her voice.

“You’re here now, right?”

“Yeah, Tempi, I’m here.”

I lowered my voice more.

“It’s taking everything inside of me to not haul you over this bar and have my way with you.”

That flustered her. She ducked her head, then turned and grabbed a soda from behind the bar.

“I was thinking about…”

she trailed off. She popped the cap and handed it over.

“Thinking about what, doll?” I asked.

“About kissing you.”

“Me too. All the fucking time,”

I confessed.

Her eyes met mine.

“You planning on doing it again?”

“If you let me.”

Her smile turned wicked.

“Maybe later.”

I knew I had shit to deal with back at the clubhouse, but fuck if I didn’t want to deal with any of it.

“Give me a couple of hours, and I’ll be back, yeah?”

“I’ll be here, handsome.”

I couldn’t resist her. I couldn’t walk out of here without tasting her again. I leaned forward, and my lips brushed against hers. I didn’t care who saw. Tempi was the only thing I was thinking about.

She gasped and leaned into me.

“Are you sure you need to leave?”

she whispered.

I smiled against her lips.

“Yes, but I’ll be back.”

I pulled back and took a twenty out of my pocket. I dropped it on the bar and looked over at where Swift had wandered. His back was to me, and he was pretty much just staring at the wall. I let out a whistle to get his attention, and he turned to me.

“You done?”

he called.

I chuckled and headed toward the door.

“I’ll be back, Tempi,” I called.

The walk back to the clubhouse was silent, even though I could tell that Swift wanted to say something. We got to the front door and I turned to him.

“Say it,” I said.

He held up his hands.

“I ain’t got nothing to say.”

“Spit it out,”

I growled.

He looked at me.

“You think now is the best time for this?”

“What?”

“Hooking up with some chick when we’ve got a shit storm headed our way?”

That irritated me.

“She’s not some chick,”

I growled.

“And we can handle whatever shit comes our way. It doesn’t matter if I’m with Tempi or someone else. I am focused on the club.”

Swift nodded.

“Well, then, good. You’re the prez, and you know what you’re doing. Carry on.”

He held up a finger.

“Though I will say, since this is your stance on the whole Tempi thing, don’t fuck it up.”

“First you didn’t think it was a good idea for me to be with Tempi, and now you’re telling me not to fuck it up?”

I laughed.

Swift shrugged.

“I was never against you being with Tempi, I just think the timing sucks.”

I couldn’t disagree with that.

“I can handle Tempi while figuring out who is targeting us.”

Swift nodded.

“Good. See if you can get me her friend’s phone number then.”

“Britta?” I asked.

Swift nodded.

“If that’s her name.”

I shook my head.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

We walked into the clubhouse and soon discovered whoever had thrown the brick was like a damn ghost.

I wasn’t surprised when Push and Rev told me that it seemed like everyone had gone temporarily blind. Everyone on the block had said they didn’t see a thing.

Bullshit.

We were so far behind on knowing who was behind this shit, and none of us knew how to get ahead.

A couple hours passed with nothing new to report. No strange cars, no shady figures, no more bricks. But none of us relaxed.

I headed back to the Den and sat in my usual spot. I had a constant view of Tempi, and I could see who came and went out of the bar.

Britta came out of the kitchen and shot me a pointed look.

“You sticking around for the rest of the night, biker boy?”

Tempi snorted.

I leaned against the bar.

“That a problem?”

Britta shrugged.

“Only if you distract my boss too much.”

Tempi rolled her eyes and threw a bar rag at her.

“Go do inventory.”

Britta saluted with two fingers and sauntered off.

Tempi glanced at me.

“She’s not wrong.”

“About what?”

“You being a distraction.”

“I can behave,” I said.

“I don’t want you to,”

she confessed and then sauntered down to the other end of the bar. She was teasing me, and damn if I didn’t fucking love it.

Later that night, the Den emptied out again, but I didn’t leave. Britta was quick to take out the trash, and then she was out the door.

Tempi locked the doors, flipped the CLOSED sign, and turned off the main lights. A soft hum of music played from the jukebox.

I was perched on one of the stools and watched her move closer to me.

“You staying the night?”

she asked casually.

“I wasn’t planning to,”

I said.

“But if you’re offering...”

She turned toward me.

“You gonna help clean if you stay?”

“Absolutely not.”

She laughed.

“At least you’re honest.”

I stood and gathered her in my arms.

“Thought maybe we could do something else.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.”

I kissed her again.

And this time, she kissed me back like she’d been waiting for it all day.

I hooked my hands around her waist and lifted her onto the bar like she weighed nothing.

She let out a soft gasp, and her legs parted instinctively to cradle my hips as I stepped between them.

Her eyes locked on mine with her pupils blown wide, and her lips slightly parted. I could feel the electricity between us, crackling like a live wire, damn near humming under my skin.

“You sure about this?”

I murmured and brushed my knuckles along her cheek.

She grabbed the collar of my cut and tugged me closer.

“I wouldn’t have let you get this far if I wasn’t.”

That was all I needed.

I crashed my mouth to hers and swallowed her moan as her hands threaded into my hair, nails scratching lightly against my scalp. I kissed her hard and deep, letting her taste how badly I wanted her, allowing her feel it in every press of my mouth and twist of my tongue.

Her legs wrapped around my waist. I pulled her tight against me and ground up into her so she could feel what she was doing to me. She whimpered against my mouth, and that little sound nearly unraveled me.

“Fuck, doll,”

I growled as my lips moved to her jaw, then lower to her neck. I bit down gently, right at the curve where neck met shoulder, and her body arched into mine.

“Twister…”

she breathed, and I could barely handle how sexy my name sounded coming from her lips like that.

I peeled her shirt off with a quick yank, revealing a black lace bra that looked like it was made to be torn off. I didn’t, yet. I wanted to savor this. Her. Every damn inch.

“You’re beautiful,”

I said roughly as my eyes roamed over her flushed skin.

Her cheeks flamed.

“You’re just saying that because I’m half-naked on the bar.”

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

I dipped my head and kissed her collarbone, then lower as my tongue traced a path between the curve of her breasts.

“And I’ve wanted to do this since the second I walked into your bar.”

Her fingers gripped my cut tighter as I popped open the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She lifted her hips for me without hesitation, and I worked her jeans down just enough to slide my fingers beneath her panties.

Soaked.

She was already soaked for me.

“Fuck, Tempi,”

I rasped and dragged my fingers through her heat.

“You’re killin’ me.”

“Then do something about it,”

she panted.

I did.

Two fingers slid inside her, and my thumb circled her clit as her head dropped back. A low, needy moan spilled from her throat. She rode my hand with a desperation that was all instinct, no hesitation. I watched her fall apart, every flutter of her lashes and hitch in her breath making my cock ache behind my zipper.

“You’re gonna come for me right here, doll,”

I said against her neck.

“Right on my fingers. I want to feel it.”

“Twister, oh,”

she cried out and clenched around me. Her body shuddered as she came. Her thighs trembled, and I kept working her through it until she was breathless and sagging against me. She looped her arms around my shoulders and sighed deeply. “My god,”

she whispered.

I kissed her again, slower now. Deeper. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other gripped her ass.

“Need you,”

she whispered against my lips. “Now.”

I undid my jeans with one hand and shoved them low enough to free my cock. I hissed when the cool air hit me. I didn’t need to look to see the hunger in her eyes. I could feel it in the way her hands slid down my chest and her legs tightened around my hips again.

I lined myself up and dragged the tip through her folds, teasing her. Her whole body arched forward and was desperate for more.

“Don’t tease,”

she gasped.

I pushed inside her in one long, slow stroke.

We both moaned.

She was tight. Hot. Fucking perfect. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I held her steady and drove into her again, harder this time. The bar creaked beneath us, and her back arched with every thrust.

“God, you feel good,”

I groaned, and my forehead pressed to hers.

“So fucking good, Tempi.”

She clung to me and rode every thrust like she couldn’t get close enough. Her thighs gripped my sides. Her lips brushed mine, again and again, broken little kisses between gasps and moans.

“Harder,”

she whispered.

“Don’t hold back.”

I gritted my teeth and obeyed.

My pace turned brutal as my hips snapped into hers. The slap of skin echoed in the empty bar. Her cries spurred me on, low, breathless, and desperate. She met every thrust like she was starving for it, and like this was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.

I slipped a hand between us and found her clit again, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her entire body clenched around me, and I knew she was close.

“That’s it, doll,”

I growled.

“Come for me again.”

She broke.

Her scream was muffled against my mouth as she shattered for the second time. Her body spasming around me. I followed her over the edge with a roar and emptied into her with a final thrust as my entire body shook from the release.

We collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicked, and hearts pounding.

She tucked her face into my neck.

“Well... that was definitely not how I expected the night to end.”

I let out a low laugh, my arms still wrapped around her.

“Me either. But I’m not complaining.”

She kissed my throat, soft and sweet.

“Neither am I.”

I held her there, still buried inside her.

Fuck, that was incredible.