Business is handled quickly and once again West and I follow behind Ray and Sonny as they lead the way back out of the dinerto join the rest of our crew. I step up to my bike and throw my leg up over the side, climbing back into the saddle.
“Damn, you’re good,” Ray grins, stepping up beside me. “You really know how to hold your head high and handle yourself. I fuckin’ love it. I wish there were more like you. And I know that meeting wasn’t shit, but I can see it in your eyes. This isn’t really the right time, but I think we should have a conversation about your future here in Vegas. Think on it for a couple days, then come find me,” he says before climbing back on his own machine.
I don’t say anything in return, my mind is fucking spinning. I start my Harley, and she roars beneath me as we start to ride. My leather seat is hot and I can feel the sweat gathering on the back of my neck as the sun beats down. I’m not sure I’d survive here in the desert.
Plus, my brothers, my real Savages are back in Rock Hill. That’s my home, it always has been. But Vegas has Scarlett. And now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t bear the thought of not having her.
Twenty-Three
Shark
The sun is starting to lower on the horizon as we pull back into the lot at the clubhouse. I’m exhausted from the ride, and from the storm currently raging in my brain. I need to find Scarlett.
Stepping inside, the cool air hits me and it feels fucking fantastic. Before going any further, I reach behind the bar for a bottle of water. Twisting the top off, I empty half of it in one large swallow.
“Looks like the boys finally came back,” Destiny’s voice catches my attention as her heels click in Sonny’s direction.
“Hey, doll,” he grins back, twisting his fingers in the strings of her bikini top.
“Des, is Scarlett out by the pool?” I ask.
“Uh… Yeah, she was still back there when I came in,” she answers before turning right back to Sonny and dropping her lips to his ear.
My boots carry me down the hallway and towards the kitchen. Pulling the slider open, I find the pool area completely empty, except for my sunbathing beauty. Her smooth goldenskin glows as she lays on her stomach, her head turned, facing away from me. Moving closer, I notice that the back strings are untied.
I drop down into the empty lounge chair beside her, and lean close. Pressing my lips into her heated skin, she practically launches from the surface.
“How’s my girl?” I ask with an easy chuckle.
“Fine, at least until you just scared me half to death,” she breathes out, sitting up and putting her arm over her chest.
“God damn,” I offer in hushed surprise as her generous curves tease me. “You’ve gotta keep these covered up out here, baby,” I tell her, touching my fingertip to her smooth skin and tracing a soft trail over the top of her ample chest.
“They’re covered,” she smiles back.
“Barely,” I return, my eyebrows lifting.
“I just wanted to avoid tan lines. And if you hadn’t scared me, I would’ve tied it before I even sat up. Besides that, everyone else around here goes topless,” she returns.
“As much as I would love to see you topless in that pool, I don’t want any of these other fuckers getting a peek. Plus, I think Ray and Sonny might end up in the psych ward if you did that; either that, or prison,” I joke and her skin flushes.
“In that case, help me tie it back up,” she requests, turning so her back is towards me.
My fingers fumble with the thin strings for a brief second before I finally get them tied together. I drop my lips to touch her shoulder and slide my hand down her arm before placing it on her waist. My lips kiss a trail up her neck as my hand begins to move down, until my fingertips touch the edge of her bikini bottoms. She pulls a sharp breath through her teeth and the sound has me feeling crazed. I push past the fabric, but her hand drops, gripping my wrist.
“No going topless, but you want to do this…out here?” she questions.
“There’s no one else out here. And no one will see or ever know,” I assure her. “Pull that towel up over your lap,” I instruct.
I watch as Scarlett reaches for the towel, slowly dragging it over her legs. As soon as it’s in place, my hand continues to move until my fingers find her soft wet heat waiting for me.
“Damn, baby. You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” my soft words graze her neck.
“Mmhmm,” she hums as I slide my fingers into her tight slit.
“Spread those legs and lean back against me,” I instruct.
“Ahhh…” she breathes out softly and the sound is perfection in my ears.