Page 25 of Tesio
“She’s got a hard-on for you, Tes, and that’s a problem. Bad enough she’s snooping around the clubhouse, but if she figures out who you really are, rather than the fake fucking persona weput out there, then that brings this shit to Rossi. You know how he hates outside interference.”
I fell silent, knowing that if Rossi got involved, she’d be six feet under somewhere, before I could even pretend to hit on her again. He’d already hinted at that, and it bothered me, but she kept pushing things, and I couldn’t help but enjoy her visits.
“I’ll behave if she does. I can’t offer more than that. If she turns up again, I’ll-”
“You’ll call me, and we’ll file against her for harassment.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I’d rather play with her some more.”
“Like a cat with a mouse. If you keep getting arrested, you just might find that Don Rossi recalls you, to keep you under control. Is that really what you want?” Fuck me. Just once, I’d like to not be reminded that I’m only a temporary biker.
I know mafia was what I was born into, and I enjoyed the life, and the luxuries that came with it, but biker life was a freedom I’d never experienced before. I didn’t have to watch every word and reaction, and school my very personality, to fit in with a mafia mindset. I could be me at last, and I liked being me. Who knew I had amein me to begin with?
“I’ve got this under control,” I insisted to Lawson, not for the first time at this point, and later that night, I realised just how fucking wrong I was.
Abunch of ourbrothers had returned from a ride out of town, to visit with the main Phoenix headquarters, and the actual President, since he didn’t necessarily trust Micro to lead. It was all part of their deal, but at some point he had to make that decision, and let us start to grow.
Our ‘figurehead Pres’, and Harley, welcomed them back, and they gathered over by the firepit for drinks and catching up, and I wanted to join them, but I’d seen something else when they arrived, before someone backtracked to close the fucking gates. It was time we exercised some proper fucking caution with security around here, but nobody listened to me, did they?
I followed the sneaky little shadow around the side of the clubhouse, and watched the petite, black-clad form as it edged between two stacks of supply crates, and started fiddling with one. I bet this person thought they’d been stealthy, and wouldn’t get caught, but I knew something they didn’t. Probably more than one something. Firstly, my camera on the entrance caught her face, and she clearly never thought I planned that well, so that was the first win to me.
Secondly, she’d just trapped herself against the back of the building, because those stacks of crates were flush with the wall, another thing I’d flagged as a fucking security risk, and here was the proof. I crept up to the crates, and leaned around them, watching as our sneaky little visitor tried to pull at the side of one to view the contents. Ironically, they were empty, and had only had bike supplies in, but she’d walked into my little lair, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t like what happened next.
I stepped into the narrow aisle between crates, and let my lips lift in a smirk.
“Well, if it isn’t PC Pain-in-my-Ass… if you wanted a booty call, you only had to say.”
Jamie
Iknew I wastaking a risk that I’d get caught, but why did it have to be him, of all people? Why this smug, arrogant, asshole? The smirk on his face made my blood boil, and I wanted nothing more than to slap it until it went away. My fingers literally twitched with the need to hurt him, my feet almost leading me closer to him, but I had to calmly stand my ground, before my temper put me in danger. He might be a snarky bastard, but he was also dangerous. I could see it in his eyes, as he took a few steps closer, his heavy boots scuffing the loose gravel with an almost deafening crunch, at least to my ears.
“Cat got your tongue, love? I knew you wanted me. That’s why you keep creeping around here, right? You just have to get yourself a taste of me, all man, all fucking dark, dirty, and rough. You want me to fuck you up against that wall? I’ll ride you so hard, you’ll have to crawl out of here.”
What the fuck? Why did that make me want to moan? Why did my breathing suddenly sound a little ragged to my ears? How dare he speak to me like that? That’s what it was; anger, frustration, indignation. It definitely wasn’t anything sexual, notthe hellat all.
“Never heard you so quiet, gotta admit I like it. When you keep that big mouth shut, you’re almost pretty. That said, I’ll happily give you something to wrap those lips around. Lucky you’ve got a big mouth, because I’ve got a nice big-”
“You’re disgusting, and this is sexual harassment! I could easily charge you with-” He stepped closer again, cutting me off mid-tirade.
“Yeah? You’d charge me with what? What power do you have when you’re illegally on our property? I’m really curious, I mean… does anyone even know you’re herealoneright now?” He stepped closer again, eyeing me up and down, sending shivers over me without even touching me.
“You’re so vulnerable right now, love. Nobody knows you’re here, so nobody knows to look for you. I mean,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he stopped advancing, standing way too close to me, “I could do anything to ya right now, couldn’t I?”
I lifted a hand to slap him, and he caught it, holding my wrist in a firm grip.
“You like it rough? I kinda figured that, or why would you be sniffing around a man like me? You know I can do things to you that you’ve only dreamed of in your sickest little fantasies. I can’t wait to see how filthy you are.”
“Get the… hell away… from me!” Did my breathing sound ragged and desperate? Damn him!
He was still holding my wrist, and I fought his grip as he tugged me closer.
“How fucking horny are you right now, PC Pain, huh? I bet if I get a little closer, I can smell it.”
God no. He could never know that I…what, that I was horny as hell with his overbearing arrogance, and the way his body was suddenly pressed up against mine? My god, he even smelled amazing, like leather and motor oil. He smelledforbidden.
His lips hovered over mine. “Don’t you think it’s time to stop fighting it?” Fighting it? Fighting what?
His mouth landed hard against mine, and I found myself pressed against the wall, as his lips pressed mine open. Oh. This. God yes,this. His tongue surged against mine, and suddenly I wasn’t trying to escape him, or fight him off, I was trying to pull him closer. That wasn’t me who moaned into our kiss, not at all.
