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Hawg’s eyes narrow but he doesn’t have time for this and neither do we. “We’ll make it work. Let’s get the truck unloaded. Let the girls go to the bathroom, get cleaned up and then into the next truck they go. One more leg of the journey, girls and then you can decide what you want to do, where you want to go, and you’ll all be home free,” he tells them.
The other ladies walk out of the bar, and Angel runs to her twin sister Lacey, throwing her arms around her as Pearl wipes a misty eye and turns away so no one can see her. But I’ve seen all that I need to see about her. She’s dedicated and loyal, fierce as they come, with a heart of gold that anyone who is looking can see.
Hawg shakes hands with the two guys sent by the Larussios, one after another as the girls are loaded into the back of the awaiting truck, heading to New York where they’ll have a chance to work with Duchess and make a shit ton of money or be on their way, free to do whatever they want.
Pearl extends a hand to each of the two guys, only trusting them now that the ladies are safe. “Tell Marenah and the Larussios thanks for the help in getting this coordinated, and for sending the girls Duchess’s way. She’ll appreciate it.”
The tall one gives her a nod. “Always good to give women who’ve been picked up by traffickers a safe place to land. Don’t mention it.” The minute the trucks take off, one back to Vegas and one to Upstate New York, Hawg turns to us. “We have to head out. That meet in Tucson. You have the stuff?” he asks.
“You know I do. I’ll be back,” I tell Pearl, walking with Hawg to his bike, and handing him the package from my backpack. He doesn’t even look inside. He knows that he’s going to have exactly what was promised. Hawg places it in his side saddle bag and tosses a leg over his ride.
“Mind if I hang out here for the night before heading back to Vegas in the morning?” I ask.
He smirks. “Don’t mind at all, Carver. Those ladies have been nothing but trouble since you left this morning. Maybe now that Pearl is back, they’ll settle down. They want to go home, but Duchess said to keep them out of their bar for at least another couple days. She doesn’t want anyone to find them if they come looking and we don’t know who the fuck we’re dealing with, yet.”
“Copy that. We ran into trouble in Vegas with the Desert Riders and took at least eight of them out. They may be coming too.”
His brow crinkles. “Fucking Desert Riders. They seem to be everywhere and into everything these days. I’ve heard a rumor or two about them picking up girls. Maybe they’re the same ones who grabbed the ladies in the first place. One fucking thing I know, bad fucking news that crew.”
“I’ll keep my eye on the ladies. When are you back?”
Hawg puts his goggles on. “Day or two, depends on how the meet goes and how many heads we have to bust to get them to see things our fucking way.” He kicks his bike into gear, and every biker in the bar peels out and jumps on their ride, ready to rumble in Tucson.
Leaving me alone with the golden blonde beauty who’s been on my mind all the way across two states and is standing by the door watching as they ride off. I close the distance between us and snake a hand beneath Pearl’s nape, drawing her close. “I’ve been waiting all day for this baby.”
Pearl gazes at me with hazy, lust filled eyes, and winds those pretty little fingers around my neck, drawing me closer, the curve of her center pressing against me as my dick strains to get closer to her heat.
Maybe this should be slow and unrushed, and if this deep connection and electric sexual pull weren’t so fucking strong it would be, but we both know exactly what we want, and it’s not gentle, slow or unrushed. It’s pure and primal, an almost animalistic need, just like the fire in our blood.
I push her arms over her head, against the outside wall of the bar as the Arizona sun falls under the horizon in the distance, kissing her neck and then dipping into the hollow between her breasts.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She’s already there, snuggly cradling my waist between those long lean thighs, straddling me tighter than her ride on a long open highway. I carry her inside, kissing her mouth, devouring her as we make our way in the door and towards the back quarters where no one in their right fucking mind better bother us tonight.
I kick the door with the back of my boot as I carry her to my bed, pulling her boots and pants off, bringing her little undies right along with them. I stop for a moment, inhaling the scent on the lacy white thong, anxious to taste her honey. I peel my clothes in haste, never in so much of a hurry as I am in tonight. I’ve barely touched her and already I long to be ball deep inside of her.
Pearl sits up slightly to pull her shirt off, then unclasps the front of her bra, baring her breasts to me in the dim but shadowed light of the room. Her eyes almost glow as they watch me crawl into bed, straddling her thighs as I devour the pert tips of her nipples while she mews with pleasure.
I love that she’s so fucking responsive, and those are the little noises that I want to hear all night long, but first I want my dick all the way inside that wet pussy, deep and hard, driving against that hot little velvet lining, and when I thrust all the way to the end of her, it is perfection.
Every single thing about it.
Her deep moan, the way she wraps her legs around me tighter, drawing me in for more, while panting my name aloud. Fucking perfect in every way, and every time I thrust it gets better and better, deeper and wetter, and when neither of us can hold back for one second longer, I tell her to come.
“Carver,” she moans on a sexy little breath as she shatters beneath me, trembling as her cunt clutches my dick as though it’s been caught in a vice, as long ropes of come shoot deep inside of her with not one fucking barrier between us.
Never has it fucking been this way. I roll her over, letting her be on top, holding her close while rubbing her back, still joined as one because I’m not ready to be done with her yet. Not by a long fucking shot because I’m not letting her go very far. We’ve got all night long and I plan to make her scream my name through most of it
Her eyes are still glazed as I pull out and clean her up, then walk to the bathroom bare-assed naked. When I come back, she has the sheet pulled up around her but hasn’t moved much. I smirk at her still love-hazed eyes. “You can jump in the shower. I’ll go grab us something to eat from the kitchen. You want a drink?”
Pearl smiles, that feminine sexy little smile that overpowers every badass vibe she’s got. “Cold beer sounds nice.”
“Back in a minute. You think we should check on the ladies?”
She laughs. “Onyx has it under control. If she needs me, she’ll let me know. I may be the leader, but I run with some very independent women.”
I slide into my jeans, sans underwear. There’s no need. We both know they’re coming back off the minute I crawl back into bed with her. “Was that an intended man slam?”
