Another problem we had — Velvet was our only ol’lady, so it’d been necessary for a few of the sweetbutts to step up and do the things the ol’ladies used to do. I helped Enigma and Banshee reconfigure the clubhouse for a party, and I noted Mad Dog walked around to be certain nothing was out in the open that shouldn’t be. We’re pretty careful about that, as a general rule, but it never hurts to be sure.
Orange Crush was handling Blaze this evening, and Khan was handling the spa. All employees were scheduled to work, and they’d be a little short at both places, but we figured we could pull it off so our core Birmingham brothers could be at the party.
Frost grabbed a sweetbutt at least once an hour and went at her. I noted he grabbed Banshee more than the others, and he used her ass every time.
Just before the party was due to start, while it was still just the brothers sitting around shooting the shit, Frost had Daffodil blowing him. Not aggressively, just casual movement. She started out on her knees, but at some point stretched out on the sofa beside him, draped over his lap. I guess it was more comfortable. Frost didn’t seem to give a fuck how she did it, so long as she kept his dick in her mouth and kept moving.
“Damn dude. You didn’t find any relief while you were inside?” Mad Dog asked when Daffodil stopped moving and Frost popped her ass and told her to keep going.
“Wasn’t in long enough to find a piece of ass. Wasn’t quite that desperate. I fucked a few throats here and there. Couple a times a week. Nothing compares to the soft feel of a woman, though.” He chuckled. “Though I admit, one of the little twinks came close. Cute little guy. Found him a Daddy to take care of him and keep him safe. Not sure he counted on his new Daddy loaning him out for favors, but he was surviving okay.”
“What did his daddy want from you?” Mad Dog asked.
“Commissary shit, mostly. Needed me to be the lookout while he beat someone up once. That got me three trips down his boy’s throat.” He stroked Daffodil’s hair. “You’re doin’ good, Darlin’. Magic mouth you got on ya. Slow and easy.”
Part of me wanted to lift her to her knees and pound her from behind, but mostly, I wasn’t interested. I’d gone a few days without sex, but I only wanted Ember.
Squatch came up beside me and bumped my shoulder. “You have it bad.”
“Have what bad?”
“You didn’t do anyone this morning, and you’re only mildly interested now.”
I sighed. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
We both knew I was lying. I was head over heels for Ember. I was beyond happy to know she was seeing me today because she wanted to, not because she had to, but would she want to keep seeing me?
McGyver was in the control room, and he let me know when her Crosstrek pulled into the apartment complex. I was outside the clubhouse when she pulled up, and I got into the passenger side and pointed her to my apartment.
“How was your day?”
“Classes kind of suck right now, but it was okay, I guess. My jiu-jitsu class was fun, at least. How was your day?”
“It’s been great. So happy to have Frost back with us.”
I tried not to be nervous when I opened the door to my apartment. It isn’t crappy, but it isn’t fancy. I’d cleaned up. Even put fresh sheets on the bed.
“This is it. Not much to speak of, but it’s home while we’re providing security for the apartment complex. We’re at a hundred percent, plus we have a long waiting list, and we charge about a hundred and fifty percent of what the other complexes are getting, so it’s a solid business plan.”
“With each biker in a different unit, residents have someone close if there’s a problem. I can see the appeal from a safety standpoint, and it’s a nice apartment.” She stepped into the bedroom. “How often do you make your bed?”
“I think this may be the first time.”
“You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“No, I didn’t. I wanted to. Do you want to shower alone, or do you need help?”
“I don’t want to wash my hair, so alone would be good. You want to sit and talk to me?”
She started stripping, and it was everything I could do to keep from throwing her on the bed.
I didn’t though, because I had something potentially bad to bring up. I waited until she was under the water to start.
“I hadn’t considered there might be an issue with Frost, but I think there might be. We call him Frost because he’s a snowy owl.”
“And?”
I told her who his father was, and she went silent. I couldn’t pick her scent up while the water poured down on her. I had no idea where she was emotionally with this information.
Finally, she said, “So you know he got to play with the king’s toys.”
“It’s in the past. I’m okay, but I need to make sure you will be. He promised to be on his best behavior. He isn’t going to treat you as a toy. Even human bikers can be a little like cavemen, and the Rolling Thunder rules are based on wolf monogamy, so when you arrive with me, you’re mine. Period.”
“I’ll be okay. I liked his dad. He was good to me. I didn’t mind servicing Frost when he was there. I’m pretty sure Frost did some jobs for them. Wetwork. Stuff when Able needed plausible deniability.”
“If he did, I’m not aware. Mad Dog probably is. That isn’t something you should tell people, though.”
She turned the water off and pulled the towel into the shower with her. “Agreed, but I figured it’s important we both be completely honest about this particular subject, and I’m pretty sure your biker code means you can’t rat on him.”
She slid the shower curtain open, put the towel over the curtain rod, and stepped out. Completely naked.
“I was going to wait until tonight to ravage you, but I think I may be changing my mind about that.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “I kind of hoped you might have the decency to do that before I showered.”
“I needed to talk to you about Frost before we did anything. Didn’t feel right to fuck you when I had important information you needed to know.”
“Really?”
I pulled her to me, and with me sitting on the toilet lid, her nipple was in biting distance. I leaned forward and pulled it into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Fuck, D.” The scent of her arousal filled the room.
I reached up and twisted her other nipple while I sucked even harder, and her scent jumped again. I let go of the nipple in my mouth, but kept squeezing and twisting the other. “The truly sadistic thing might be to leave you like this.”
The look on her face was priceless. Disbelief and anger, though she tried to tamp down her annoyance so I wouldn’t see it. We’d have to work on that — I wanted to see her real reactions. She didn’t have to check her anger, so long as she didn’t voice it disrespectfully during sex.
“Bend over my bed, spread your legs, and reach back and spread your ass cheeks.”
I’m not a fan of using a whole lot of lube. I enjoy the heat and friction, so I gave my dick a thin coating and put a small dollop of coconut oil on the outside of her asshole. My bed is at the perfect height for me to fuck someone who’s bent over it, which meant her feet didn’t touch the floor. I have two steps on the side I don’t sleep, for sweetbutts who stay over. Sure, they can jump up, but steps make for a smoother entrance when I’m sleeping and they get up to pee.