Page 12 of Gotta Dig Deep
“Sure thing, Darcy Mae.” Penn’s voice was subdued, and as the door slowly closed, it revealed her husband standing in front of the receptionist window with slumped shoulders. “Here you go.”
Glenna straightened, gaze locked on the lines etched in what she could see of Penn’s face. “Pendleton, you ready to get that lunch we talked about?” No way was she going to let Darcy Mae know the clueless and terrified state his expression had riled up in her.
Penn turned and froze when he saw her, then with two strides, he was pressed tight to her, hard chest against her softer one, face buried in the nook of her throat as his arms circled and bore down. It was almost like he needed her touch, so she skated a hand up the muscles of his back, cupping the back of his neck with her fingers in the ruff of hair there.
“Glenna, can we go home instead?”
“Whatever you need.”
Their whispers were the barest of sounds, hardly any air moving against skin where lips touched and brushed, but every hair on her body lifted and stood at attention. His body heaved once and his arms clamped tighter. Then as her fingers threaded through his hair, he exhaled in a giant sigh and the bunched muscles under her touch relaxed.
“I want to go home.”
Leaning back, she stared into his face. “Then home we’ll go. I’ll follow you.” The unspoken question surrounded his capability to drive and when the corners of his lips curved up, she knew he understood her concern.
“I’m good, Glenna. See you there.” His hand skated down her arm, fingers twining with hers. “Darcy Mae, I’ll call when I’m ready to set another appointment.” Penn pulled Glenna from the building before receiving a response, pausing when they were on the sidewalk at the bottom of the concrete steps. “Where are you parked?”
“Just across the street.”
He must have seen her truck at the same time she spoke because he was already hauling her across the highway. She got a hand in the pocket of her jeans and found the key fob, pressing the button by feel so the truck booped once as it unlocked.
“You’ll come straight home?” She pressed her cheek against his arm. “I had one more stop, but it can wait a day or two.”
“Gimme two shakes and I’ll be on the road. You can lead the way.” Penn twirled her, steered her close using their joined hands, and rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be right behind you.”
The kiss he gave her wasn’t something meant for public, with people walking and driving past, but she gobbled up the intimacy of the moment. Teeth nipping at her bottom lip, he opened her mouth and plunged inside in a demanding movement. His hand gripped her ass and hauled her tight against his hips so the rigid pipe of his erection pressed into her flesh. Changing the angle of their heads, he dove deeper, tongue thrusting in a primal rhythm.
Eventually, he slowed them down, but only after she was ready to climb him like a tree, wanting to bounce her ass against his dick.
“God, Penn.” Clutching his neck with both hands, she realized his arms held her, feet dangling inches from the pavement. “You gonna make good on that promise here or at home?”
“At home.”
She slid down his front and when his arm left her waist, she was already arching into him in anticipation when his hand slapped her ass hard.
“Now get on up in that truck so we can take this private.”
One tug of the handle and she was fumbling with the fob again, the length of the kiss having exceeded the previous unlocking’s timeout. “You gotta let go of me so I can do that.” His long arms had circled her from behind, and the way he was pressed against her was a promise all on its own. “Penn, you keep this up and we’ll both be arrested for indecent behavior.”
“I just…” His voice trailed off then his lips were beside her ear. “I love you, Glenna Richeson.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Four
Horse
Standing at one end of the long bar, Horse studied the crowd. He scanned each face as he watched for any signs of trouble and was pleased when he came up empty.
It had been six months since he and Junkyard had landed in Longview. After both taking a temporary gig as a day laborer on a job site, Junkyard had been hired on for a steadier position and Horse had reverted to his roots.
Freed Riders MC was the other owner Laura hadn’t mentioned by name their first night in the bar. Once Blackie learned Horse had bouncer experience, he’d been placed on the payroll almost faster than he could sign the paperwork.
Two days after meeting Blackie, he’d ridden in a truck with the man to the campground to gather his and Junkyard’s tents and other gear they’d left behind. That was still in storage in a locked shed out back of the clubhouse. Junkyard had taken up residence with Laura while Horse was still squatting in the bedroom at the clubhouse.
Tonight would change things, though.
Horse had plans and they hinged on one man’s response to his request. A yes, and he’d be putting down roots, finding a house of his own. A no, and he’d be packing up his bike and moving on, solo.
