Page 26 of Link (Dragon Riders MC 1)
Until he opened his mouth.
“She’s going to be all right, you know. We’re going to get her out of his.”
I nodded slowly. “I really hope so.”
“Well, I know so.”
I licked my lips. “I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight.”
“Why’s that?”
I snickered. “Because I’m worried? Because I’m scared? Because I’m wired up with too much energy even though I’ve got a stomach full of food.”
He stood from his chair. “Well, I can fix one of those issues.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, right. Really. I’m sure you can. You’ll just go ahead and take all of my worries from me. Or cast some magical spell so I automatically feel safe in my own house again.”
He stood at my side. “‘No’ to both of those. But I do have a way to wear you out, if you’re looking to dispel some energy.”
I slowly looked up at him and watched his eyes darken. A shiver slid down my spine as he held out his hand. My eyes dropped to his palm, and I took stock of his calluses. The breadth of his massive hand that led into a forearm bulging with veins.
“A word of caution, though,” he said.
I swallowed hard. “What is it?”
“If you take my hand, you give me permission.”
My eyes whipped up to him. “Permission to do what?”
He grinned. “Can’t give away all my secrets, now can I?”9LinkI grinned at myself in the mirror as I ran my hand against my red neck. Fucking hell, Joanna was a damn spitfire. I couldn't get my mind off last night. How wonderfully she moaned for me. How her teeth sank into my neck, as if she wanted to mark her property. I still heard the soft echoes of her moans in my ear. I still felt her fingertips curling into my muscles, clinging to me as I explored her body. My only regret was that we didn’t have enough time. My only regret was that I didn’t take the chance to taste her when I had it.
My only regret was that I didn’t bury myself in that moaning mouth of hers like I wanted.
Maybe next time.
“Link. You good?”
Ash’s voice pulled me from my trance, and I cleared my throat.
“Yep. I’m good. Just waiting for—”
Ash interrupted me. “Bowser? He walked in a few minutes ago.”
Bowser raised his hand. “Hey-ooo.”
I nodded. “Great. Then, we can get started. Church has been called to session.”
We all tapped our beer bottles on the table to signal that we were ready. Then, I launched into my whole spiel.
“So, the reason I’ve called you here at such an odd hour is because I have news on the Golden Jags,” I said.
Sly drew in a deep breath. “Did you figure out what they were shipping in those containers?”
Bowser downed his beer. “Did you find a way to dismantle them altogether?”
I paused. “Possibly. Depending on how this plays out.”
My guys blinked as they all watched me, waiting on baited breath for me to continue.
“First, though, I want to address Sly,” I said.
I looked over at him and his face fell.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not.”
“You’re about to do business with that woman!?”
Ash furrowed his brow. “What woman?”
Sly shook his head. “Some lawyer bitch that—”
I shot up from my chair. “Enough!”
The entire table silenced as I glared at Sly.
“In this club? We respect women. We cherish them. We hold them up to a higher regard than the animals around us. This club has two rules: never ruin a family, and never hurt a woman. Ever. That’s what we do. That’s who we are. That’s why we make money the way we do. In order to keep in line with those rules. You don’t like what this woman does for a living, Sly? Then, you shouldn’t have done shit to get yourself on that stand in front of her in the first place.”
Bowser swallowed down a snicker as Ash’s eyes widened. Sly glared at me, but he sure as hell didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what the fuck was up with him lately, but I was over it. Sick and fucking tired of his bullshit.
“You good now?” I asked.
He drew in a curt breath. “Yeah. Sure.”
“Good. Because if you’re not, remember that your leather cut is mine if you don’t want to follow the fucking rules.”
He ground his teeth together. “Noted.”
I eased myself back into my chair. “To make a long story short, a new friend of mine needs help. Specifically, with her sister.”
Bowser nodded. “And how did you come upon this new friend?”
“She was stranded on the side of the road and I pulled over to help her.”
Ash grinned. “Help her, huh?”
I shook my head. “Not like that.”
The guys didn’t seem convinced, though. Not that they would’ve been wrong.
“A couple of weeks ago, her younger sister found her at her office she has here in town. Her name is Joanna, and she’s a lawyer around here. New to town and trying to establish herself. Her sister crashed her office one night with bruises on her face. And she claims that the Golden Jags are enslaving women into prostitution contracts based out of the motel they purchased a while back.”
