“No protection?”
I giggled. “Protection from what? This is probably the safest town in the nation.”
“I’d beg to differ,” he uttered under his breath. I looked up at him wondering what he meant by that but preferred not knowing.
He looked back towards the town and smirked. “They sure went all out this year, didn’t they?”
I laughed. “With the park catching on fire last year, they didn’t have much of a choice.”
“You know that wasn’t us, right?”
He had a solemn expression on his face, and I reached up to stroke his cheek. It was such a natural reaction and even though it startled me a bit I didn’t want to not touch him. “I know.”
“But does the town know.”
“They make their own conclusions. Small towns could be fickle sometimes.”
“Yeah, they can,” he whispered.
“Do you and your biker friends celebrate Christmas?”
He chuckled. “My brothers? Sure we do. In a bar filled with half assed colored lights, half naked dancers up on the stages, and whiskey as far as the eye could see.” I quickly looked away. I hated those glimpses of reality that showed me just how different we were.
“But we had a good Christmas last year up at Guardian’s cabin. His new wife, Ember, sure does know how to make the brothers feel welcome. Maybe I’ll introduce you some time, you’d like her.”
“I’d like that,” I whispered, wishing he would stay and tell me more.
“Alright, go on then, Sugar. Run and hide. Cause if you don’t, I might just steal you away.”
“Well, what if I told you I’d go willingly. No stealing.”
A rumble came through him and suddenly I found myself pinned to the side of the truck, a Cowboy looming over me.
“We started somethin’ a long time ago, Miss Tannenbaum. And believe me, I want to finish it. But not tonight. So, I suggest you walk up to that expensive place you call a home, sneak up under the covers and touch that pretty pussy while you think of me.”
I gasped and he smiled. “And then I want you to tell me later just how hard, thoughts of me, make you cum.”
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then tugged me away from his truck as he put distance between us, getting into the driver’s side.
The window rolled down, and he leaned over. “I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
“No, Sir.”
He smiled. “Good, girl.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way up the walkway and through the front door. Running up to the second floor, I opened my apartment door and was greeted by Obi, my Lhapso Apso. After setting his food down and taking him out for a quick walk, I took a hot shower and got into bed. As I lay there in the dark, I did just what he had asked of me. Sliding my fingers into my slickened core, I imagined him sliding into me. His broad frame hovering over me as he drove himself inside of me. My hands cupped my breasts as I pictured him licking and sucking on them, the scruff on his chin scraping gently against my soft flesh. Grabbing my pillow, I slid it over my face and bit down on it as I shook while cumming for him.
“Fuck,” I sank into the mattress, breathing heavily from the powerful orgasm, and smiled as I remembered him. He was so dominant, and he unnerved me in so many good ways. Curling up to my side I slid the pillow toward me, hugging it tight as I drifted off to sleep.
Perhaps this year I wouldn’t find myself alone for the holidays, and instead a handsome biker could keep me warm in my bed.
A girl could only dream.
3
Saddle
The goal was to dish out any dirt I could find on Tannenbaum or his family. For the last three weeks I had been dedicated to finding every detail I could on his daughter. That meeting in the diner had been a long time coming. I’d seen her there before, and around town. Before, I had avoided her as much as I could, but every once in a while, we'd cross paths. It was impossible not to, especially when living in a small town.
What I didn't expect was to have these feelings, nor that they would surge back as soon as we touched. And then there were those doe-like eyes that memorized me just like I had been memorizing her. Every detail of her features, her soft plump lips, her pink cheeks, the way she’d raise her wild brown hair in a bun when she was concentrated at work. I knew exactly what she ate, how she liked her coffee, who she dated. In all those months I never saw one man near her. There were a few admirers, but she ignored their advances, and that was fine by me.
I was fascinated by the woman, and in the last couple of weeks I’d learned everything I could about her. It broke my heart to see her so alone. There were times I wanted to approach her but I didn’t dare. Now I was given free range on getting close to the woman and I hated the pretenses. Sweet thing like her, didn’t deserve to be taken advantage of. She deserved to be treated like a queen. She needed one of those posh billionaires who’d treat her out to fancy dinners and give her rides in expensive limousines. At least, that's what I kept telling myself, even as my blood heated at the thought of another man touching her.
All I could offer her was a ride on my Harley and dinner at Rachel’s. What the hell would a woman like that want to do with a man like me?
And yet, her pull was magnetic. She felt warm and smelled sweet, and I wanted to take her home and hear her moan my name in that breathless whisper she held just for me.
The fact that she’d also been watching me only made my blood roar louder.
I liked it.
The obsession she had for me.
It made me crave her. Made me want to give her everything she wanted.
And it only made what I was doing, even harder. I was a bastard, through and through.
“Any luck with the girl?”
I looked at Bulldog and shrugged. “I’mma need more time.”
“It’s been weeks. If you don’t have anything on him, you might as well find something on her.”
“It takes time.”
“We don’t have time. We need leverage.”
“I just made contact.” I clenched my fists and held my tongue. I was angry at this whole mess of a situation. But more so, I was angry at myself.
“You alright, Brother?” Guardian stood against the back wall staring at me, an odd look on his face. As if he knew something I didn’t.
“I’m fine. I just need some time. A week, two tops.”
“The new year is rearing its ugly head, Saddle. You need to get me something before then. This client is not playing around.”
“I’ve only been watching her for a few days. She’s not like other women. She won’t give in easily.”
“Then make her give in any which way you want to. But we need to get the ball rolling on this.”
“I’m not the only source you got, what about Hart?”
Hart shrugged. “My lead is clean as a whistle and all about doting on the son of a bitch. Like she knows someone is watching. She’s a bible thumper, spends most of her time in the church.”
“Saddle, I need you to understand something.” Bulldog leaned forward as he spoke. “If we don’t get any dirt on this bastard, then we’ll need to create some. Whether it’s the wife or the daughter, but someone is going to get me leverage.”