Reese had filed all the paperwork required for the new business and two mobile homes the club financed were being delivered out to the farm in the next week.
Trip had the Amish come in, level the ground and spread stone to create a lot in a corner of one of the far fields to park the trailers until they were rented. He hoped to eventually fence it in to keep the empty trailers safe, but until they knew how many they’d end up with, he didn’t want to spend the money and have to turn around later and move or expand the fence line.
Yeah, Trip had a good head on his fucking shoulders when he wasn’t losing his damn temper. He’d also left the naming of the business up to Reilly. She decided to name it Shelter from the Storm after the Bob Dylan song, since it fit. The housing could be used after storm damage, fire, flooding, hurricane or a Godzilla attack. Or even to house a family while building a new home or renovating an old one. The prospects would drop it off on the property, set it up and go. Then the money would begin to flow.
Reilly was also looking to partner with an outfit that would provide furniture rental. In the meantime, she was working on getting much needed smaller household items, like linens, pots and pans, and more, they could rent for an extra fee. She eventually wanted to provide some furnished trailers so they could charge a higher monthly rent.
She had all kinds of good ideas and most of them she talked about late at night when they were both naked in her bed.
The enthusiasm for the business was catching and he was happy she was happy to be given something of her own to control. Shelter from the Storm was now her baby to raise. Trip handing over the reins to her showed his complete trust in her decision-making abilities.
The Fury president was right to trust her. She had a huge heart and was sharp. Between the two, she’d definitely make the business a success. When you scratched beneath the surface, she was almost as driven as her older sister. She just wasn’t so rigid about it.
He was proud of her.
So was Reese.
However, with Reilly getting caught up in getting the business off the ground, she hadn’t had time, or the energy, to work on Reese the past few weeks. That meant every time he went over to her apartment it was a gamble.
A monthly executive meeting was coming up, so if Reilly didn’t make any headway with her sister before that, Rev was stepping in and throwing himself on the committee’s mercy. He’d rather take that chance than getting discovered by accident and getting called out.
But he hadn’t warned her of his intentions yet. He put it off hoping she’d be successful with persuading Reese first.
Either way, something had to happen and it had to happen soon. Before the next club run, for sure. He would not go through another three- or four-hour long ride watching his woman plastered to another man’s back.
That was damn well never happening again.
He stepped into her office and all eyes turned his way.
“Do you need something, Rev?” she asked, keeping her expression neutral. Though, she casually raked her gaze over him from head to toe, with a slight rise of one eyebrow.
Yeah, he needed something. Her. That very minute, naked and bent over her desk.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Yeah. Got a sec? Need you to check somethin’ in the break room.” He lifted one of his eyebrows slightly, too, in a silent message.
She rolled her lips under for a second, then turned her attention back to the prospects sprawled in the two chairs facing her desk, doing the typical “manspreading.”
“Be right back,” she murmured.
Both Castle and Bones watched Reilly with more interest than Rev liked as she stood and came around her busy desk. He tossed the keys in his hand onto her desk and waited right inside the door, his eyes now on both men as Reilly stepped out.
Rev didn’t miss either of them focusing on her ass as she moved. He cleared his throat sharply, catching their attention, then stared at them both for a moment with his head tilted. “Don’t forget she’s gonna be your boss. Also don’t forget who the fuck she is and who you are. Right now, you ain’t even at the level of Cujo’s dog shit stuck to the bottom of her boot.”
Castle grinned, not taking any offense. “Can’t help but appreciate good rock-n-roll. Always been a music lover.”
Rev had no problem reading into the man’s words. “You can appreciate it but don’t fuckin’ disrespect it. Got it?”
Castle tipped his head in understanding. Rev glanced at Bones. “Yeah?”
Bones replied with a shrug. “She’s hard to ignore.”
“Don’t ignore her orders but do your fuckin’ best on the rest,” Rev advised as he walked out of the office and into the break room behind it, where Reilly made the pots of coffee that fueled everyone in the shop all day long and also where she dropped off the fresh donuts daily.
What the fuck were they going to do once she moved her office elsewhere?
How the fuck were they going back to stale M&Ms and black tar for breakfast after that? They all might die.
She couldn’t fucking leave. He’d need to convince her to remain in Dutch’s office instead of moving into one elsewhere. He’d help Dutch do an expansion to the building, if needed.
Keeping her close meant he could keep an eye on her.
It was selfish as hell, but he really didn’t give a fuck.
She was leaning against the little counter, both palms planted on the edge behind her. Her doing that pushed out her tits, making it more difficult to keep his hands off her than normal.
These last three weeks, it had been a struggle not to smack her ass at work every time she bent over, not to grab her by the back of the neck and pull her into him for a kiss, not to whisper dirty words into her ear in passing. They had to act like they always had prior to their week in Coatesville. That meant Reilly rode him just as hard as the rest of the guys by busting his balls and being her typical smart-ass self.
In turn, he rode her hard later at night in her bed.
“What do you need?” she asked again, this time with a wicked grin.
“You,” he answered simply. He leaned forward, grabbing one of the remaining donuts, and whispered in her ear, “Keep your door unlocked tonight. I’ll be over after dark.”
He really didn’t need to tell her that since she probably already expected him to show up. However, he needed a minute alone with her.
Again, selfish as fuck, but he was over it in a flash.
He tucked the donut between his teeth and grinned around it. He took a bite and then murmured around the sweet mouthful, “Think Bones got a boner starin’ at your ass.”
She reached up and wiped away some glaze caught on his lip with her thumb. He groaned when she tucked the thumb into her mouth and sucked it hard with her eyes locked on his.
“Gonna tap that ass tonight, so when you sit down tomorrow you remember who it belongs to,” he warned.
She slowly pulled her thumb from between her lips and reached up to pinch his cheeks together. “We’ll see, stud.”
“You betcha you’ll see,” he promised. “Wanna see that pretty little plug I bought you winkin’ back at me when I get there. I want you naked and ass up when I walk through that door.”
He’d bought her a jeweled butt plug. The jewel was green and matched her eyes. He surprised her with it, a little worried she’d get pissed and shove it up his own ass.