Jesus Christ.
I’m in hell.
Chapter Three
Noah
“You ready, baby?” she calls from the bathroom, her voice sultry. I grin as I lean back in the chair she instructed me to sit in when I got home a couple of minutes ago. Heat simmers through my veins as I gaze around the room, taking in the candles casting a soft glow up on the walls. Damn, my girl has got plans for tonight and I can’t fucking wait.
“Yeah, Darlin’. I’m ready.”
Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls begins playing. My brow arches and my grin grows as Kady steps into the doorway of the bathroom and my jaw drops. The only things on her curvy little body are a lace bra and panty set that show off everything underneath and black, strappy, fuck me heels.
“Jesus,” I whisper and she grins as she grips the door frame and swivels her hips.
“Like what you see?” She steps forward and runs her hands over the bare skin of her thighs before dragging them up to her stomach. I groan, nodding, as my cock presses against my zipper. Fuck. No one can disarm me like this girl. She points to my denim clad erection. “Why don’t you get a little more comfortable?”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I jump up and unbutton my jeans before shoving them down my legs as my cock springs free. Thank fuck, I went commando today. Less shit in the way between me and my girl. She smiles as I strip my shirt over my head but when I take a step toward her, she takes a step back.
“That’s not how this works. Sit down.”
I shake my head, grinning as I reach out for her again. “I don’t want to.”
“Too bad,” she whispers, moving closer to me and swaying her hips from side to side along with the beat as she presses up against me. I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes off her as she spins around and rubs her ass against my cock.
“Fuck, Kady,” I groan, dropping my head back.
Damn.
She feels incredible.
She gives me a little shove and I fall back in the chair and before I realize what’s happening, she has the toe of her shoe pressed gently against my balls. I jerk back and meet her eyes as she flashes me a malicious smile.
“Before we continue, I have a really important question to ask you.”
“Well, can you ask it without crushing my balls?” I ask, trying to pull away from her but she presses down a little harder. It doesn’t hurt but she is applying enough force to make my heart jump into my throat. I hold my hands up in surrender. “What’s your question?”
“What were you doing today?”
Fuck…
It’s not like I can tell her the truth.
“Just hanging out at the clubhouse with the guys.”
Her eyes narrow into a glare and she presses down harder as I gasp for air. “Think again, asshole.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“You know?” I ask even though I’m pretty damn sure I already know the answer and she nods.
“Yeah, I fucking know and let me make two things very clear to you, Noah LeBlanc,” she growls, looking sexier than ever before and I nod. “One, don’t you ever fucking lie to me again or you can kiss these good-bye.” She presses down harder for emphasis and I nod. “And, two, the only woman you willingly see naked is me. Are we clear?”
Fuck Chance for suggesting we go to a strip club today.
I’m gonna kill that bastard.
“Yeah, baby, we’re clear.”
She nods and removes her foot from my genitals. “Good.”
“Shit,” I whisper, breathing a sigh of relief as she takes a step back from the chair. Oh, my little hellion. She’s going to pay for this. I wrap my hand around my cock and meet her gaze. “You gonna kiss it better?”
“In your dreams, LeBlanc,” she says with a laugh, turning away from me, and I groan as I reach out and grab her wrist, pulling her back to me. She sinks into my lap and moans.
Oh, yeah, we’re just getting started.
Groaning, I roll to my back and open my eyes, the memory from my dream lingering. My cock is hard as a goddamn rock and aching as I reach under the sheet and wrap my hand around it. A mental image of Kady in that see through get-up pops into my mind as soon as I close my eyes.
Fuck.
I miss her so damn much.
Almost like a movie, the memory plays in my mind again as I start stroking my cock and it doesn’t take long to feel an orgasm building. In my version of events, she drops to her knees in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth, sucking hard. I groan again, remembering how damn good it felt to have her lips wrapped around it, her tongue teasing the head. I slip my fingers into her blonde hair and push her down as I thrust up, trying to get her to take it all. She wraps her fingers around the base as she sucks on the tip and I groan loudly as I come in her mouth. Gently, she continues stroking me as she takes it all and when I’m finished, she looks up at me with a grin.
Opening my eyes, I stare up at the ceiling of my room at the clubhouse as I release my cock and wipe my hand on the sheets, a feeling of emptiness sweeping through me. Balling my fist, I roll to the side and punch my pillow.
“Goddamn it!”
* * * *
Shifting in my chair, I release a deep sigh and grab my bottle of beer from the table in front of me. The cool glass of the bottle presses against my lips and I take a sip, savoring the flavor as it goes down my throat. Since the dinner two days ago, I’ve been cooped up here at the clubhouse, waiting for Streak to dig into the information Blaze gave him. It’s driving me fucking crazy but the guys have been slammed by some of their usual cases lately and he hasn’t had time. Actually, it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.
How fucking hard is it to do a quick search?
At first, I really tried to be understanding despite the constant, nagging desperation to find my girl but now, two days later, I’m at the end of my damn rope. It may only be two days for them and in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t seem so bad but I’ve been waiting for this for seven years and it feels like it’s right in front of me, just slightly out of my reach.
“Henn,” Blaze calls as he marches down the stairs. I peek over my shoulder. There’s a thick file in his hand and my stomach flips.
Shit.
Is that about Kady?
“Have you given any thought to where you’d like to pitch in around here?”
I meet his gaze with a scowl. “Meaning?”
“Well,” he says, sitting across from me at the table. “We’ve still got the motorcycle shop but we’ve also got a P.I. business. Everyone’s gotta help out. Besides, doing something might make the time pass by a little quicker until Streak can look into Bobby.”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
He slaps the file down in front of me. “Why don’t you check this case out and see what you think?”
“What’s it about?” I ask, opening the folder, and he reaches across the table to tap the first page.
“Read it and find out.”
Without another word, I start reading over the top page. I don’t really want to be doing this but he’s right; it’s better than sitting here obsessing over something I can’t do anything about right now. When I’m finished reading the top page, I sigh and lean back. The case is about a girl who went missing three weeks ago and the police have absolutely no leads. Shaking my head, I lean forward and read through it again.