Page 27 of Wire
“Joker, what is going on?” she demands.
“Just getting to know Tallulah. Wire’s woman,” he tells her.
“Oh my, you’re here.” She rushes forward, then suddenly stops. “Wait, Tallulah?” she asks, looking at Joker and seeing him in pain.
“Yes, I’m Tallulah. I thought I would surprise Wire.”
“She got you, didn’t she?” Carrie asks with a smirk on her face.
“Shit is not funny,” Joker grumbles.
“Ignore the growling man. Wire did warn us you were a little on the clumsy side. I cannot wait to see what trouble you and Tank get into together. He also tends to be a little clumsy and gets into the funniest situations,” she says, laughing.
“Wire is going to be thrilled you’re here. Did he know you were coming?” she asks.
“Erm, no, I wanted to surprise him,” I admit.
“This is perfect. He’s been a little grumpy the past few days because he hasn’t been able to talk to you. At least now he’ll smile again.”
She reaches for my hand and drags me into the building. The inside is not at all what I thought it would be. There are comfy-looking couches and tables with chairs dotted around. A bar runs along one side, and the walls are decorated with photos of what looks like members at different events, plus motorcycle memorabilia.
I spot Tanner sitting on a stool at the bar, with his back to me. He is with an older man and a few other people. All the men seem to be really handsome; I feel like I’ve walked into a photoshoot.
“Oh, Wire. I have something that will cheer you up,” Carrie calls.
He turns around on his stool, and the second he sees me, he’s up and across the room, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me like our lives depended on it. The kiss is full of passion, longing, and maybe a little relief.
“I’m so happy to see you. You had me so worried when you wouldn’t answer my calls,” he says once we pull apart finally to the sound of wolf whistles and cat calls. He really was worried.
“I couldn’t answer as I knew I would tell you I was coming and ruin the surprise,” I reassure him.
“What surprise?”
“Well, me!”
“You?”
“I have been so miserable without you that my brothers decided I would be happier elsewhere, so they kicked me out and told me to go where I would be truly happy. Here with you, so my car is outside filled with all my things,” I tell him, but he still looks confused.
“All your things? Kicked you out?” he asks.
Why is he repeating everything I say? Oh God, have I got it wrong? Does he not want me to move here? I thought he would be happy to see me. That kiss sure made me think he was happy to see me.
“Did that kiss short circuit your brain, brother? I think your woman just told you she moved here for your ugly ass,” a large man says, slapping him on the back, which seems to jolt him back into the real world.
“You’re moving here?” he clarifies, making me laugh.
“Not sure how many times you need me to tell you, but yes, I’m moving here.”
With that, he picks me up and carries me off down a hall with laughter following us. He goes into a room filled with computer screens and a bed. He kicks the door closed and flicks the lock into place. The second we hear the click of the lock, he’s on me. Kissing every available inch of skin while stripping not only my clothes but his own.
“Fuck Lu, I missed the hell out of you. I was so worried. Darlin’, I need you, need you so bad it hurts,” he says between kisses and clothing flying off. Within seconds we are both naked as the day we were born. Hands are everywhere, a twisted mess of arms and legs, and we fall onto the bed.
“Let me taste you,” he begs.
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly as he runs his hands up my legs, sliding off the bed onto the floor between them. I look down and watch as he parts my legs wide and stares at my pussy. The heat of his gaze makes me hotter.
“Fuck, this is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” he says a second before he is feasting on me like a starved man, and this is his last meal. My back arches up as pleasure runs through my body. My hands fist the sheets as his expert touch plays with my clit, and I feel a finger enter me. The second he finds my g-spot, It’s game over. An orgasm so strong rips through me as his name leaves my lips on a scream. He keeps teasing me through the last of my tremors until I’m just a pile of mush on the bed.
