Page 29 of Master's Rise
“I had an old galvanized metal one, but it wasn’t refrigerated. This one is similar but made of plastic inside and keeps everything cold without the bags of ice.” I like it.
“Very cool. Where did your old stuff go?” She’s always got questions.
“To Brothers that need it. Whatever isn’t taken from the Club garage goes to vets coming out of the steppingstone houses. Hade makes sure stuff like that gets to those that need it.”
I smile when she nods like that’s okay then. “Good. Victory coordinates for women. She talked to Chris about getting household items today. I’m glad you all do the same thing.”
Since she’s back to looking at the water, I sit pulling her down on my lap. Her head leans back against my shoulder like she’s comfortable right here. “Every night I sit here going over what happened in the day as I watch the water and moon play with light. Today was big. The Badass District Lead met me after Church, the Officers are relieved and excited about our new plan. New members were patched into our Club and I learned we have at least a hundred more waiting. Rex is happy to share our culture to the Brothers that don’t know it. Women are working to show the same Brotherhood that we’re all about.
“Every one of those would have made this a good day by itself, but the biggest is right here, right now. You had fun today, comfortable in my world. You helped where I didn’t even know it was needed. You had no problem talking with a Club chick that is working to get out of the Club and you talked to the Brothers about shit that’s important to them. Most of all, you stuck with me, shut me up when I needed to let you handle it and made me wait while you got shit straight in your head. Your confidence attracted me to you, but I can see it’s going to drive me fucking crazy too.”
She laughs. She doesn’t care. I like that too and turn her so I can kiss that smartass mouth. She pushes me away before I can get into a full-body contact kiss. Fucking woman is already making me crazy.
“I like that you’re seeing me and not my face or body. In this land of Pueblo’s and Samoans, my differences are jarring to people. It’s annoying to deal with because I didn’t do anything to look like this. Thanks for not reminding me every five minutes that my eyes are blue and hair is blond.” She’s serious. This is a real problem for her.
Keeping the smile off my face I nod. “You were naming quoted authors the minute I met you. I have to admit that your looks stunned me, but the authors more so. Youarebeautiful, but you know it and aren’t trying to use it as enticement.” I stop for her snort. “I have never met a woman that worked so hardnotto play that card. I’m impressed and want you more because of it. If you’re not right with me, now is the time to say.”
She laughs. “Got your balls on a contract if you don’t listen, but you’re the same as me. Ridiculously handsome must get old.”
I laugh. “Sweetheart, you are wrong there. I can just ignore it, there’s never been one fucking person trying to hurt me based on my looks. My intentions are the opposite anyway.”
She stands up. “I didn’t see the bedroom for a reason. You can tell me your intentions on the way to wowing me.”
My hand is pulled like she’s going to move me by sheer force. “Love that confidence.” I stand and lift her up throwing her over my shoulder. At the bedroom, I slide her down turning her back against me and put my arm around her, then open the door.
“Holy mackerel! This is so you, Cort!”
I smile letting her go to explore. Cowboy Jr. mixed both Norwegian and Samoan cultures making this my new favorite room. The picture that was in my dad’s office to remind him of my mom is here and does something to make it all fit together.
When my girl is done exploring, she stands facing the water from the center of the windows. The room’s colors and moonlight spotlight her, as if her backdrop is underwater. Standing behind her, my arms want to feel it too, so I wrap them around her. She pulls them tighter and covers mine with hers. The silence feels good. Just breathing the air, feeling the light shining in and seeing the water slowly ebb and flow in our own bubble of time feels good.
When she looks up with a smile, I know we’re done. I pull the half-shirt that’s made me crazy all day right off her, flinging it toward the wingback chair. She turns with a smile.
“My turn?” She asks reaching but I step back. Her full lips pout pulling a groan out of me.
“Undressed first and I open the packages. It’s an executive privilege thing.”
She laughs at me. “Not sure you noticed, but the only thing about you that impresses me is your brain and size. Stuff the executive shit and lose the shirt.” One foot is set in a strike stance.
I laugh losing my shirt. “This is going to be a fucking trip and a half.”
She smiles moving closer. I get a push and sit on the bed. She sits on the side of me and reaches for her kickass boots. Going with it, I drop mine and move to secure my gun. She watches me like a hawk and relaxes when she sees what I’m doing. Clothes fall quickly making my little Badass happy. She’s fucking beautiful but I refuse to say it.
When my boxers fall, she finally speaks. “Jesus. Okay, that impresses me too.”
I laugh lifting her up and follow her down on the bed. “Showtime. Meaning I show what I’m thinking so you’re not hearing bullshit and feel my appreciation for your good genes. No arguments or you’ll never get the chance to know.”
Her arms lay flat against the bed. “I get it, Baldur. My turn’s next.”She’s fucking perfect.
“Baldur?”
She shrugs with a little smile lifting her lip on the right. “Most handsome and built.”
I know who he is, but calling me Baldur isn’t going to stick. I get a surprised squeal when I flip her over roughly. Pulling her perfect ass up and pushing her head back down, has her moaning or growling. I don’t care which it is. I want what I want and I’m taking it before something crazy stops me again. On my back, positioned between her legs, I get a first taste and know the sound is a moan.
My girl moves for me taking what she wants and grinding down when she wants more. Fucking sexy as hell with swiveling hips. My hands hit everything. When she comes, I’m surprised by the loud moan but no words. Her body shudders and pussy squeezes my fingers for fucking ever. I keep moving but I’m so close with her coating my hand and making those noises at every clench.
Her final sigh and whispered, “Fuck,” has me up and flipping her again. Lifting her legs right back up has her moaning and me smiling. I bite just at the edge of her ass. With a bathing suit, that mark will show. My mark. I do it again on the other side and she pushes my head down harder making me growl in approval. A few bites and kisses more have me traveling up to get at those perfect breasts and fat brick-red nipples that match her lips.
