Page 66 of Lady Sings the Blues

I give her arm a light shake. “Now.”

“Elise.”

“So then whyin the helldo you think it’s okay for you to come at me the mornin’ of my engagement to the woman I always said would be my old lady, layin’yourshit at my feet?”

“I just—”

“Get the fuck out, Candy. You wanna fuck other brothers, that’s your deal. But hear me now, you pick this shit up—toss it out, carry it with you—I don’t give a damn. But you keep it out of my life, away from my woman. You don’t say one god dammed word to her. You don’t look cross-eyed in her direction.”

“Beau, it’s okay baby. After what I did—”

“No you don’t.” I cut her off. Putting a stop to thisnow. “Don’t you ever take that shit on. What you did was a mistake. This world—my world—is new to you. So no, it’s not fuckin’ okay.” I turn to point my finger in Candy’s face, actually poking the skin of her cheek to drive my point home. “Know your place, woman. You’re a hot mama, a good fuck and loyal to the club. But Elise is a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had. Loyal to me, and she’s not just an old lady. With Dawna gone she the top lady. I know even she didn’t realize her place, what agreein’ to marry me means. But now, no one’s in the dark. So what do you have to say to Elise?”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Welcome to the club.” She puts no warmth behind that lame apology we all know she don’t mean a damn word of, but I can see my woman squirming next to me, so I decide to drop it for now.

“I’m takin’ Elise to see the new club, meet the girls we’re keepin’ from the acquisition and set up for some new hires.”

I grab her hand, tugging her along behind me. My brothers, other hot mamas, leftover pieces from the night before, they part for us like I’m Moses, all staring at her. At me. Yeah, I’m the VP, but I don’t usually throw that power around. But fuck it if Chaos and Candy didn’t bring that asshole out in me. If prez would’ve wanted her gone, well she and I would’ve sold our stakes in the businesses and moved somewhere, maybe out west. That’s how serious I am about this lady. But he was there. He talked to me, talked to Elise. Someone gets in my face over this, I will knock them down literally or figuratively. You don’t mess with mine.

“We’re taking the bike?” she asks, as we move through the lot in front of the compound.

“Think you know the answer to that.” I’m gonna enjoy today’s ride. Wanting to create a business environment, being the new manager she decided to dress like a manager in this sexy as sin black pencil skirt which she has to hike way the hell up her thighs to be able to mount my ride. As her thighs straddle me, her barely there lacey thong presses up against me, her arms wrapped around my chest. I feel those tits pressed against my back.

Not that she don’t get me hard just by looking at her, but I know those tits sit cupped in a matching barely there lacey bra, both white. Which she wears underneath this fitted white blouse with pearlescent buttons keeping it secured. Buttons she didn’t begin to button until the third button down to give me a peek of cleavage. She accentuates her hourglass figure with a thin black belt. Yeah, this gets mehard. Revving my engine—pun intended—I look down needing to adjust myself, and notice the cherry red sex kitten heels she’s wearing. The only color she’s wearing aside from the same cherry staining her lips.

We’re out of the compound riding toward town when she yells to me, “I’m nervous.”

“Nothing to worry about, darlin’. Your resume is good. Best we seen—truth.”

“Fuck me,” she says.

I hear her but ask, “What?” thinking she means it like she forgot something. She don’t.

“Fuck me,” she says again. “Calm my nerves.”

“Where you want it, baby girl?”

“Here. On your bike. Pull over, bend me over your bike Beau, and calm my nerves.”

Never let it be said that I don’t keep my woman happy. With just the trees to watch us, I pull the bike over to the shoulder of the road. She immediately jumps off the back. I dismount and pull her in for a long, wet kiss before pushing her head down against the seat so her ass sticks up in the air. With those heels she’s the perfect height.

“Let me get you ready.”

“Already there,” she whimpers, and I reach my two fingers inside her thong to check.

This is why I love her on the back of my bike, she’s dripping for me.

“I just need you.”

“You got me, darlin’,” I growl.

Never ceases to amaze me, Elise. I unbutton my jeans, pull the zipper down and tug them around my hips only. Kicking her feet apart to widen her stance at the same time tugging her thong to the side, I plunge in hard and fast. She gasps loudly from the intrusion, yet shoves back greedily against me. We go at it, pounding. Punishing.

“Harder!” She demands, practically screaming. “Oh gawd, harder Beau!”

I laugh. “I go any harder…my cock is liable…to punch a hole…through your abdomen.”

Then we hear it, both our heads turn to the rumble of a car engine in the distance. “Don’t you dare stop.” She keens.

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