She didn’t think she could take much more, and Rix took over. He held her hips and worked her pussy, bouncing her on his cock, thrusting up with each downward plunge she took.
He growled, cried out, and then, paused.
He came.
Again, she felt each pulse as she collapsed against him. She didn’t know how it was possible for him to do this to her.
Her heart raced. Her body no longer felt like her own, but at the same time, she didn’t care. She was his at that moment, and there was no fighting it. What was the point? In a matter of minutes, she’d had more pleasure than she’d ever had in her entire twenty-nine years.
This wasn’t forever, but it was for right now.
Chapter Four
Rix couldn’t keep his hands off Anna-Beth. The few tastes he’d had of her weren’t enough. He wanted more. He was greedy like that.
She giggled as he pulled her against him.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I do. Your house is completely trashed. Please.”
“Babe, even before the party my house was trashed.”
“I don’t know how you can live like this.”
He recalled her house. “I won’t be staying long.” He intended to be a good boy and then be back at his clubhouse, dealing with his men. Using Night was tiring, but with this woman to keep him entertained, his luck was on the up.
“You won’t.”
“Nope. I intend to move on when I get the chance.” He winced at how bad that sounded.
“Oh,” she said. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t intend to live here long either. It is just a stepping stone to the luxury mansion and all that.”
Rix sighed. “I’ve got a clubhouse and my boys. They’re waiting for me.”
“I get it. I do.”
“Really?”
“No, not really.” She glanced around the room. “Look, I don’t know what it is you do for a living and I really don’t think I want to know. Whatever this is, I’m happy for it to be just some fun, you know, for us. While we’re neighbors and all. No commitments. I’m happy with that.”
Normally, he’d be more than happy but watching her, he didn’t like it.
Someone decided to use that moment to knock on his door, which only served to piss him off.
“Give me a moment.” He walked away, glancing back to see her bending down to pick up used bottles. This wasn’t going how he wanted. Fuck.
That was what he should have done, continued to fuck her, but instead, he’d offered to make her lunch, not that he could cook worth a damn.
Opening the door, he found Night on the doorstep. The sound of tinkling bottles drew their attention.
“This a bad time?” he asked.
“You could say that.”
“I can come back.”
“Nope. It’s fine. Come on.”
He closed the door behind Night. “Anna-Beth, this is Night. Night, this is Anna-Beth. My neighbor.”
“We met last night,” she said, holding her hand up in a wave. “I’ll keep on cleaning.”
“I’ve got to talk to him. I’ll be out in the yard if you need me.” He let himself out the back as Night followed. His man pulled the door closed.
“You think it wise having her here?”
“She didn’t call the cops last night.”
“You’re right. I’ve got rumor that one of the capos sent in a woman to spy on us,” Night said. “You know his underboss? He was the one to let me know this morning.”
“Do we know who the woman is?” Rix asked.
“Not at the moment. I’m waiting for another call back. Once we can identify the woman, we can move on.”
“It’s easy, find the women who are recent.”
“Rix, it’s not that simple. We have new women hanging around the club every single day. We can’t just pick and choose. It’s not like that.”
“Fuck. I don’t like this.”
“We can’t do anything about it,” Night said. “Not until we know more.”
“You tell the boys they don’t go near club pussy. You keep them at arm’s length. You make sure they act like something big is going down.”
“Why?” Night asked.
“Simple, that way we find out which one is desperate to know all of our club info. She’ll need to report to her boss at some point with something.” He ran fingers through his hair, glancing back into the house, catching sight of Anna-Beth.
“I did a full background check on her. She doesn’t have any connections to the mafia. She’s clean. Just a boring accountant.”
“I could have told you that, and she’s not boring.”
“Look, Rix, the boys need you to deal with this shit and get back to base. They don’t like not wearing their cuts. It goes against everything they know.”
“I know,” Rix said. “I didn’t say this shit was going to be easy. We’ve got a plan mapped out. The one with the least amount of casualties.” He couldn’t look away from Anna-Beth. Around his home she went, picking up bottles and trash. She worked like a fucking machine.
Cleanliness was clearly a big deal to her.
“What are you going to do about her? Is she going to become part of the club?” Night asked.
“She is none of your business.”
“Fuck, it is my business right now. It’s my job to protect you and leaving you here, it goes against my fucking job. You can’t even turn away from her for five minutes.”
Rix turned his back and gave his enforcer his full attention. “I know you take my safety seriously, but remember who I am. Remember what I’m capable of.”
“Just because she’s not part of the mafia doesn’t mean she can’t be used as a mole or have some other purpose. You’ve got to be careful. You don’t know her.”
“Like you said. She’s a boring accountant.”
“And if I’m wrong?”
“When are you wrong?”
Night looked ready to explode.
“I’ve got this.”
“Rix, she’s a law-abiding citizen. Whatever you’ve got with her, it can only stay here. She won’t fit in with our way of life and the club. The boys won’t trust her.”
He gritted his teeth. The boys would do as they were fucking told. He knew Night was only trying to help and to keep him from making any kind of mistake. He’d never once taken an old lady. In forty-five years, he’d been alone, fucking his way through a bunch of women, and some of them didn’t even have to be single. Married women would throw themselves at him. Old ladies didn’t. They were only after one man, and that was the patch of the man they wore.
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Rix said. “I don’t like this conversation and I don’t want to shoot you with your own gun.”
Night rolled his eyes. “It was a big mistake coming here. It’s too fucking neat and clean. Until next time.”
Night went back through the house, leaving the back door open but slamming the front door closed. The roar of the motorbike was heavy in the air.