Page 35 of Closing on Lynx

The clubhouse is dead at this time of day. The girls are roaming around cleaning up the main room and the guys are lounging on the couches. A few are in the corner either flipping through their phones or playing on thePlayStationwe have set up in the corner.

“Has Liquid returned yet?” I ask, looking to the men in the room.

“Yes, she is in her room,” Spin says, her head nodding toward the back where the rooms are.

“But she has asked us to only let Jessikah and Tina back there. She isn’t ready to talk to any of the males in here yet.” Lala states, her eyes going to Skoden.

“What army is going to stop me from going and checking on one of the officers in this club,” I state, looking at all the women standing there.

“With all due respect, sir. I will,” Spin says, stepping out from behind the bar. She makes her way to the mouth of the hallway and stands with her legs apart and arms crossed. Slowly, all the girls stand side by side, effectively blocking the way to the hall.

“Lynx, respect. And you know I got loads for you. But if you take one step towards where that girl is I will put you on your ass faster than you can say blow me,” Margie states, looking into my eyes as she approaches me. Moose squeezes between my legs and sits with his ears straight up.

“Scale of flowers to axes. Where does she sit?” I ask, watching as Margie steps closer and leans in.

“That girl is haunted. Her eyes are black and the devil is playing in her mind. She hasn’t learned to play nicely with her own demons and now they have brought friends. Your best is to leave her for the time being, and bring Tina and Jessikah over to bring the girl back to us.

I nod, rubbing Moose’s head and making my way to the office. I have to clean off some of the invoices that should have been paid. It shouldn’t take me long to finish, and then I will get ready in the bathroom before taking Moose back to Tina and Jessikah.

Thinking about the night to come, I know I am going to have to take it at Jessikah’s pace, but seeing how strong she is and has been makes me crave her.

The phone on my desk rings, bringing me out of my thoughts of Jessikah. Looking down at the screen, I see a name flash across it that I haven’t spoken to in years. Elrik Jameson, the reason the Royal Bastards are such a huge club across the world. He is a man of his word and makes sure every club and its members that wear the Royal Bastards’ patch are following the creed of the club. We may be in different parts of the world, but we all believe in the same path.

“Jameson, what’s up, brother?” Leaning back in my chair and listening to the man on the other end give me an update on the club. As much as I respect Jameson, he better not keep me too long. I have a date with Jessikah, and I am really looking forward to spending time with just her.

“Hello, Lynx, this is the annual chapter check in. Same as every other year. Have the brothers and sister signed off on the charter of Bastards rules? Are all dues up to date? Is there anything I need to be made aware of?” Jameson states, his voice very business and no messing around type.

“All members of RBMC – Northern Ontario Chapter have signed and agreed to the charter of Bastards rules. The members are all caught up on dues and the dues have been deposited into the account. We had a few issues with Liquid, but she was having a PTSD episode and took solace at the clubhouse of our sister chapter Royal Harlots. Their president called and let me know where she was. She is back home and we are working with her to find her way back from the PTSD demons. Other than that, all things are clear and well.” I pull up the deposit slip from when I made the deposit into the US banking account. This allows the mother chapter to take their payment in US funds.

“While I have you on the phone. I have an idea. What do you think about holding a Bastards rally. One place where all the Royal Bastards Chapters meet up and party? It’s something I have been thinking about. I got to meet all the presidents at our last presidents’ meeting in New Orleans, but I thought the officers of the clubs would like to meet and exchange trade secrets,” I mumble how it was just an idea I had been thinking about and it was entirely up to him.

He tells me he will think on it before we chat a bit longer and then he hangs up the phone with a brief goodbye. That’s just like Jameson, to the point and nothing more. Looking at the clock, I close my laptop down and move to the door, calling Moose to follow. It’s time for my date with Jessikah.

Chapter Twenty–Seven

Jessikah

Checking the clock for the millionth time, I see it had only been fifteen minutes since I last checked. I have been standing in front of the mirror, wondering if my outfit is too much, or if it’s just my inner demons playing with my head.

The shower took me longer because I was trying to take the edge off. The last orgasm I had that was not self produced was talking on the phone with Paul. I didn’t want to be the one to pop off after he sticks his head in.

“Jessikah, you are strong. What those men did to you doesn’t mean that you like abusive behavior during sex. They took something from you that wasn’t theirs to have,” I speak to the self in my head that’s telling me it will happen again. My therapist told me I will feel the urge to run and hide when I start dating. But that I need to remind myself that life happens all around us. But how I control the way I move through my life is entirely up to me and my movements.

Closing my eyes, I pull in a deep breath and hold it for a count of ten, and then slowly release it while I open my eyes. Looking in the mirror, I see myself. My body wrapped in leather. The corset pushing up my breast forming the top of a heart. I know this will draw attention, one wanted and most not. But I want to feel sexy, powerful and in control.

Looking at my watch, I notice that it is fifteen minutes till the time that Paul is supposed to be back with Moose. Turning to the bed, I grab the clutch I laid out and the gladiator sandals matching the leather shorts I have on my bottoms.

My stomach grumbles, making me grab the items off the bed and make my way to the kitchen. I need to grab something to put in my mouth to settle the growling monster in my stomach.

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The speaker in my kitchen is playingFire by The Pointer Sisters. My body is dancing around the island in my kitchen. Swaying my hips side to side and dropping my body down low. A low whistle comes from behind me. Spinning around quickly, a butcher’s knife in my hand, a scream dying on my lips as my eyes connect with Paul. Moose sitting beside him, head tilted and tail wagging.

“Sorry, baby, but you look really good in all leather.” Paul smiles as he holds up his hands and straightens from leaning against the wall.

Moose stands up and slowly makes his way to my legs. He tosses himself against me, knocking me off balance a little as he rubs the length of his body across the nylons on my legs. He sits down in front of me, looks up and starts to puppy speak. It sounds like he calls me Mama and then tells me the story of how his day went.

“Is that so? Paul was good to my boy.” I crouch down, wrapping my arms around his neck and placing my face into the fur at the side of his face and kissing him until he starts moving around and trying to get away.

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