Page 13 of Only The Strong

Finn and I look at each other over Reese’s head. Silently communicating that we’re on the same page; Finn and I can't make this decision on behalf of our club, especially since we’ve already taken Killian’s job on. “We have to take your proposal back to Ronan, and he’ll be in touch with his decision,” I say, taking a drink of my whiskey. Finn and I have barely taken a drink since we’re both driving.

Sebastian nods, although his Cheshire cat smile is gone now; I don't think he gets told ‘no’ very often.“How is the wine, Reese?”

Reese swallows the drink she just took, wiping the red liquid from her plump lips with the white cloth napkin. I need to stop fucking watching this girl so closely, but everything she does is just so feminine and addictive. “Divine. Thank you.” She smiles all warm and sweet and I want to taste the wine on her tongue.

Sebastian smiles a flirty smile and motions for a waiter to bring something over. “I'm glad. In my opinion, Massetos is the best wine in Italy. I've arranged for you to take a bottle of the 2004 Tenuta dell’Ornellaia home with you.”

His flirting with Reese starts to make my stomach knot a little, but I chalk it up to not having eaten yet. “That is so kind of you, but I couldn't.” Reese looks at the waiter with wide eyes and her eyebrows raised.

Sebastian waves his hand. “Please, I've greatly enjoyed your company this evening.”

The waiter hands the unopened bottle to Reese. “Thank you so much.” Her voice is so innocent, too sweet for someone talking to the Don of the Cosa Nostra.

Another waiter comes out from the back. “Gentlemen, I've also ordered you each a bottle of a limited edition whiskey that I recently came across on my last trip to Japan. Please, take it as a thank you for meeting with me tonight.” The waiter hands Finn and me each a bottle and my eyebrows raise as I read the label, stating it as Hibiki 21 Year Old Mount Fuji Whiskey. I’ve never had Japanese whiskey, but I suppose if this snobby guy drinks it and it’s limited edition and 21 years old then it’s gotta be pretty good right? One of the goons discreetly slips a phone into his pants pocket and steps forward to whisper into Sebastian’s ear. Sebastian’s jaw clenches and he lets out a deep breath before quickly returning to the easy smile he just wore, he turns to Nico and gives him a pointed look, then Sebastian, Nico, and Alessandro stand from the table, buttoning the button on his suit jacket he says, “It was a pleasure meeting with you all, and I hope you’ll consider our proposal. If you’ll excuse us, we have some business to attend to in New York.”

I nod, standing as well and helping Reese to her feet. When Sebastian and his men are walking beside us he reaches out to shake my hand again. Shaking his hand I say, “Ronan will be in touch.” Sebastian nods and walks to the front doors of the restaurant.

Alessandro stops to shake my hand. “Thank you for meeting with us.” I nod, now wondering why the Segretos are doing business in America personally, normally they let the Valenti’s take care of any issues on their behalf. Taking Reese’s hand, the three of us leave the restaurant; Finn walks behind us to add an extra layer of protection for Reese. “Come on, Red, let’s go drink that fancy ass wine on the rooftop of the hotel.” Her laugh echoes through the restaurant and her smile brightens her face, she squeezes my hand as we walk out into the warm night air.

When we get into my pickup and pull out onto the road Finn revs his engine before going in the opposite direction.

Reese looks into the side mirror, watching his taillights. “Where’s he going?”

I look at her out of the side of my eye. “Home. He wanted to see Huntley.”

She nods. “Is that his girlfriend?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “No, but that's not from lack of trying.” Finns been on this girl’s case for a little while trying to get her to let him take her on a date. He doesn’t ever spend any more time on a girl than it takes to fuck her. He says he’ll settle down when he finds a woman like his mom, but I don't think he really thinks he’ll ever find a love like his parents had. So for him to be trying so hard says something about her.

12

REESE

When we getto the hotel we stop in the bar to grab two empty wine glasses and some dinner to take up to the outdoor rooftop lounge, “Positions” by Ariana Grande playing softly through the outdoor speakers. I lounge back in the wide plush chair, my heels resting on the low table between us. “Why’d you join the club?”

Callum takes a drink of the wine, his throat working to swallow it. He cocks his head, looking down at the glass in his hand. “Not bad by the way.” He looks up at me. Since we turned the lights out here off the only light is from the sitting room inside. Callum is a work of art in the daylight, with his sharp jaw and scruff on his cheeks, but in the low light he looks like a fallen angel, his features shadowed and making everything look like he was cut from marble. “I always liked bikes and I heard about a club function, so I went and some guys convinced me to prospect. I liked the idea of brotherhood and the guys were all really cool and like me.”

I nod along with his answer. “And tonight’s meeting was about a roofing job for your company? I thought your president set up the meeting.”

He pauses, leaning back into his chair, and looks into my eyes despite the lack of light. “Something like that.” I watch him, staying quiet to see if he’s going to say anything more. “I’m not going to lie to you, it wasn't for CMR but something that the club does. That’s all I can say, Red.”

I know he’s keeping secrets about the club and what they do because I'm sure it's illegal; I mean I've heard the rumors about them, but I do appreciate him not completely lying to me, or at least not wanting to. Not wanting to push him anymore I drop the subject. “What is something you can tell me about you then?”

He smirks and slides his eyes down my body. “That all night I’ve been picturing bending you over, sliding that little skirt over your ass, and eating that sweet pussy.”

My heart stops in my chest, but I try to play it cool. “Oh have you?”

Callum nods and points to his right. “Over there.”

I follow his finger to the stone wall overlooking the city. Downing the rest of my wine I stand and slowly walk over to the wall that stands to my chest. With us having had dinner up here as well as finishing the entire bottle of wine from Sebastian it has gotten pretty late, and with the lights off up here you can't see anything other than our silhouettes; no one has come up here since we got here so what are the chances anyone would come up now? I lean against the stone and look over my shoulder at him. Callum places his glass on the low table and makes his way over to me, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. I jolt with excitement when his lips land on my shoulder, his hands slowly gliding up my thighs to the hem of my mini skirt, kicking my legs apart with his boots. He places a hand on my lower back to lean me against the wall and kneels behind me, sliding my lace panties down to my knees.

I look over my shoulder at him. “You look good down on your knees.”

He laughs and slides a finger inside of me and I jolt with excitement. “Don't get used to it, Red.”

He pumps his finger inside of me a few more times before replacing it with his tongue and moving his finger to circle over my clit. I suck in a breath at the new sensation mixed with the warm night air flowing over my exposed ass. He laps at my pussy, his tongue flexing and flicking. This man’s tongue is like nothing I have ever experienced; oral before this used to be boring and make me self conscience, but Callum eats me like a freaking dessert and he doesn’t rush through it, he treats foreplay like it’s just as important as the actual sex. I’m climbing towards my orgasm, my moans turning into begging until he pushes harder against my clit and I explode, my orgasm rolling through me like waves; my moans filtering into the city night.

He rubs his hands up and down my thighs while I run through the aftershocks of my orgasm. When I’m finally back he places a kiss on my bare ass cheek and pulls my panties up. “As beautiful as you are bent over like this, I want to watch your tits bouncing on my dick.” I stand up straight and fix my skirt, with my legs still shaking in my tall heels, I take his arm and we walk into the sitting room. Passing a beautiful sleek piano Callum stops. “You wanted to know something about me right?” I nod my head and he walks over to the piano and sits down, leaving enough space next to him on the bench for me. He takes a deep breath, staring down at the keys. “I haven't played since high school.” He places his fingers on the keys and plays a couple of notes. After testing out the piano he starts playing; the song is slow and sad, almost haunting. I watch his face as he focuses on his playing, he seems relaxed and like he’s starting to lose himself in the song. The song crescendos and his playing becomes quicker until it slows and quietly ends, the last note hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

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