Page 41 of The Paths We Cross
“Come for me, baby,” I order as my fingers find her clit, circling it.
Her legs start to shake and then she comes, squeezing the fuck out of my cock as she rides the shockwaves of her orgasm. Igrit my teeth as I jerk up into her but only get three more thrusts in before I explode inside her.
“Fuck!” I groan as my vision darkens.
Everly collapses on top of me, panting heavily as we both try to catch our breath.
“You can wake me up like that anytime,” she says between pants.
I chuckle and smack her ass. “You bet, darlin’.”
We cuddle for a few more minutes before we get up and get Hazel out of her crib. Everly feeds her and gets her dressed while I make us scrambled eggs and toast.
“How would you feel about going on a date with me tonight?” I ask as she finishes her orange juice.
Everly looks up with a shy smile. “A date?”
“Yeah,” I tell her sitting back in my seat. “We can go to dinner and for a drive on my bike.”
“Your bike? I’d love that! I’ve been wanting to ride that thing for months!”
Her excitement makes me smile. “It’s settled, then. We’ll go to dinner and for a ride. I’ll see if my mom or sister are available to watch Hazel.”
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Around six o’clock that evening my sister shows up at our place to watch Hazel. Cane and one of the prospects agreed to watch over the place while we were gone, so I felt safe leaving Hazel with them. After making sure that my sister had all ournumbers on speed dial and that she wouldn’t hesitate to call us, that is. Everly thought I was acting nuts.Oh well.
I asked Everly if she’d like to go somewhere fancy for dinner, but she said she wanted to go to our new bar, Sovereign Spirits. She has been wanting to go since we opened, but things have been crazy. It’s probably one of the safest places for us to go, though, all things considered.
Now she’s standing in front of me wearing flared jeans that hug her curves perfectly with a burgundy body suit underneath that shows just enough cleavage to have my boxer briefs tight. She’s wearing a black leather jacket and black boots. Her hair is pin-straight, and she has minimal makeup on, letting her natural beauty shine through. She looks like a quintessential biker’s old lady.She’s fucking perfect.
We say our goodbyes to Hazel and Ella, and I nod at Cane and Noah as we walk toward my bike. I grab the extra helmet from my saddle bag and snap it into place on Everly’s head before doing the same thing to mine and hopping on the bike. I balance the bike while she gets on, showing her where to place her feet and hands before turning the engine on. The bike purrs to life and Everly squeezes me tight around my middle, her thighs clenching around me.
I give her a quick run down of when to lean and then kick off, heading toward the bar. She clutches my cut in a vice-like grip when I open up the engine on the open road heading out of town.
“Just wait until we go faster later,” I tell her with a laugh over my shoulder.
She rests her head on my back for the short drive to Sovereign Spirits. The bar isn’t far outside of Silver Springs and before we took over, it wasn’t the most appealing bar as far as looks go, but the food and people made up for it. Now, it looksnew but has the same atmosphere, which is just what we were hoping for.
The bar has multiple red leather booths lining the wall and a few tables scattered throughout the room. There is a square bar in the center of the room and pool tables in a corner at the back.
I lead Everly inside and to one of the booths, letting her choose her side before sliding into the other side. Our waitress comes over and takes our order. We both opt for burgers and curly fries. We talk as we wait for our food and then eat in relative silence, only the noise from the other patrons filling the space. It’s a comfortable kind of silence that I’ve never felt with anyone else before.
When we finish eating, I pay the bill and then we head over to one of the open pool tables that just freed up. The bar is busy, and it makes me proud to have brought this to the club. I rack the balls while Everly picks out her cue stick.
“Do you want to break?” I ask.
“You can.”
I shrug and grab a stick, lining up the ball and breaking. I sink one solid ball and then miss my next shot. Everly leans over the table to line up and my eyes skate over the curve of her ass. I miss her taking her shot, but my eyes lift to the table as she cheers. She sinks two striped balls. She lines up her next shot and sinks another.
I frown at her. “Am I getting hustled?”
She looks up at me innocently. “Would I do that?”
She would do that.She did do that.She beat my ass to the point that I’m highly impressed. The best part is that she had so much fun doing it. She has smiled so much tonight and seeing her this happy makes my chest swell.
“I love you,” I tell her as I pull her along with me toward the exit of the bar.
