BITTER SWEET CRAVINGS (The Kingsmen MC Book 6) (9 page)

Shit! She’s doing it again. That crazy, sexy, cute thing she does where she’s capable of being the sweet little good girl that I want to corrupt in one moment, while at the same time, a drop dead gorgeous, sexy, little pin-up doll that I want to take for a ride and see how fast she really goes.

It’s been like this since the first day I saw her, and it’s getting hard as hell, literally, to hold myself back. The other day, I walked in on her icing some type of cake with this rich, white, frothy shit. When it was finished and set aside she licked the mixing spoon clean with one long, lazy, stroke of her tantalizing tongue.

She didn’t know I was watching. She didn’t know the ache and pain she caused my dick as it struggled to understand why I wasn’t giving it what it wanted from her.

The image stuck with me all damn day until I couldn’t take it any longer and ran to hide behind a closed door like a goddamned thirteen year old to rub one out while replaying it over and over again in my head, imagining my hand was her tongue, working me just like she did that spoon.

She doesn’t know my weakness for good girls. She doesn’t know that she’s fucking bringing me to my knees with every little giggle, with every bat of her long eyelashes.

I’ve had more women than I can remember, one-night stands, sweet butts, club mamas- but man… I have a feeling if I ever let myself get one taste of this chick in front of me now- I’ll never crave anything else again.

Her sticky sweet lips are millimeters from my own, too easy to just take and do everything that I want with.

“I- I gotta get to the clubhouse. Make sure she follows through.”

I turn quickly so she doesn’t see the massive bulge growing in my pants, walking as best I can to mask the signs of it. Damn that woman! I want nothing more than to smack her ass so it’s all pink and juicy and take a bite outta it.

God help me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CLINK

I extend my neck, high, opening my throat to take all the liquid as it pours down, the foam floating but eventually disappearing as I swallow every last bit.

I slam the heavy glass pitcher down. “Prospect! Another.”

This new batch of recruits is learning fast. It’s less than four seconds before a fresh draft is swapped out with the empty, at least this one has an acceptable amount of foam.

“You gonna leave any for us?”

I answer Blue, “Not plannin’ on it,” before I finish this one, too.

Blue and I have always had a love/hate relationship. I
love
to bust his balls and he
hates
it.

A giant pair of barely-covered tits squeezes in between the two of us at the bar.

“Buy a girl a drink?” Sable’s speech is slurred, uneven.

I look down to admire the boob-job. Eh, it looked better a few years ago, but, I guess it’s holding up alright, all things considered. Sable’s considered an old timer around here. One of the long-term pieces of club pussy.

There isn’t a brother, past or present, that hasn’t hit it. Hell, some of us at the same time. Blue’s up at bat now, has been for the past couple of months, kinda steady.

Well, as steady as a guy like Blue can be. He still bags everything that moves, but lately it’s been the two of them doin’ it together. Kinda like a tag team ménage-a-trois.

They say there’s someone out there for everyone. Who am I to judge? If the two of them know how to get the other’s rocks off with the kinky shit they do, then more power to them.

“Nothin’ I love more than getting you all liquored up and then watching you do me, baby,” my sick as shit brother answers his girl.

“Ain’t he Prince Charming?” she asks me, choking me with her heavy perfume.

I nod and smile, raising up my glass.

“I’m gonna go to the little girl’s room, baby,” she licks Blue’s ear. “Be back in a jiffy.”

Once she’s out of earshot, wobbling away in her stripper heels and too-tight mini skirt, I ask aloud to
Prince Charming
, “Still tappin’ that I see.”

He laughs, taking a swig of the domestic bottle in his hand.

“What can I say, brother? I’m in love.” I nearly spray my beer at him, coughing on it. He shrugs his shoulders and leans back, before finishing his thought. “What? In love with her pussy!”

I roll my eyes. Sick fucker.

The thick wooden door opens. I can hear Blue breathe deep before he stands, taking hold of his ordered drinks to leave me.

“And speaking of… looks like yours just walked in.”

I look past him and see Charlie marching my way, full of sexy determination.

“Beat it,” I order Blue. He winks and takes off, leaving the empty bar stool for my lady to take.

She tosses her bag on the bar top, angrily. I eye it, and fight the urge to make a comment. I know she’s baiting me, looking for me to give her an excuse to go off.

“Prospect! Get my Ol’ lady a Heine.”

That was all she needed. “I’m NOT your Ol’ lady. Take the Heine and choke on it.”

I laugh. Turning to the stunned prospect.

“Squash that. Seems she’s on the rag. Give her a double shot of Jack, instead. Usually does the trick and makes her play nice for a while.”

She’s seething. Can’t help it, it fuckin’ turns me on.

“I’m not here to drink, Clink.” She waves away the shot glass as it’s offered.

Bones, the prospect serving tonight, doesn’t know what to do with it, so I take it off his hands and shoot it down the hatch.

I hiss at the burn on my lips. “Yeah? Good. I’m done drinkin’ for now. Let’s do something more productive with our time…”

I reach around and cup her ass in both hands, spreading my knees and pulling her in.

She’s gritting her teeth, hard enough for me to hear. “Get your filthy hands off me before I knee you in the balls.”

I lick my lips. “How ‘bout I take you and your pissy mood to the back rooms and use these filthy hands to make you come enough to stop acting like a bitch?”

I may be well on my way to getting drunk, but my reflexes are still sharp as a fuckin’ tack. I sense her start to move, and close my legs tight, catching her knee between my thighs before it reaches its target and does some damage.

“
That’s
not nice,” I drawl sarcastically.

“End this shit,” she demands. “Right here, right now, in front of all your brothers, make it official. Tell them I’m not your Ol’ lady so I can live my life in peace, without them breathing down my neck all the goddamned time!”

Her eyes are hard, resolute. She’s serious.

I release her knee. “Nope.”

She’s speechless.

“You wanna kick me in the balls? Then kick me in the balls. You wanna scream at me? Do it. Do whatever the fuck you wanna do to get this all out, baby… ‘cause that’s what you need to do. You need to get every ounce of it out, I’m losing patience. I told you the day I gave you the patch. It’s for life, or until I say so, and, baby, I ain’t NEVER saying it’s over. You did shit. I did shit. Well, get the fuck over it, ‘cause I sure as hell am. Every night you spend convinced you still hate me is one less night we get to spend fucking each other into oblivion. That the life you want to live?”

Every word I say is ringing true to her, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. I can see the anger welling in her. She picks up the emptied shot glass and tosses it full-force to the mirrored wall of multi-colored bottles behind the barkeep.

The shattering noise is sobering, with many of brothers taking notice and showing interest in my business. I hold up my hand to calm everyone down.

“Go ahead, throw some more shit. Here,” I hand her a nearby abandoned shot glass, “throw this one, too.”

She grabs the mini glass and holds it tight in her palm to get a good throwing grip when a blood curdling scream distracts everyone. Charlie drops the object and we all turn to the back of the room. The music stops.

One of the sweet butts standing closest to Blue, screams again as he holds Sable’s limp body in his arms. Her eyes are open wide, but empty looking, two thin little red streams of blood falling from her nose, one from each nostril.

~*~

CHARLIE

“Call 9-1-1!” I yell to the skinny-looking prospect behind the counter as I run to where Blue’s standing in shock with Sable’s body.

“Blue! Blue!” I have to clap hard in front of his face to snap him out of his shock. “Put her down somewhere flat. Now!”

The man finally comes back to life, sensing the urgency in my voice. He races, carrying her awkwardly, into the club’s meeting room, lying her on the carved wooden surface.

There’s an echoed thud as one of her heavy Lucite heels drops to the floor. I kick it out of the way. I can feel a small crowd gathering behind me, hear the sobbing of women, the hushing of men trying to calm them.

“Everybody out! You!” I point to Dewey. “Get me the first aid kit from the garage.”

I lean over Sable’s lifeless body, pushing my hair behind my ear as I press it on her chest to listen. No heartbeat. Fuck.

Next, I check her pupils, spreading the lids apart. They don’t change. Her lips are cold. I tilt her chin to open her airway and shout, “I need another person to do CPR, quick!”

I watch as a large pair of hands sets in place over her chest, and I recognize them. I recognize the tattoos on the wrists, the heavy golden rings on the fingers. I don’t need to look up. I need to pay attention right now.

“Ready?” I ask him.

Clink nods.

He starts the compressions and we count aloud together, pausing at just the right time for me to breathe into her mouth. We’re able to finish several sets before Dewey clumsily runs in with a white metal box. The large red cross on the front is clearly visible.

“Go through it and shout out what you find,” I’m able to direct him before my next turn at rescue breaths.

“Um… gauze, band-aids, antibiotic cream, Benadryl…” He throws every object behind him and over my shoulder as he clears out the kit. “Aspirin, Epi-pen, tweez-”

“Wait!’ I call to him just as he’s ready to toss the Epi-pen aside. “I’ll take that.”

He hands over the small plastic device as Clink continues his compressions. Both men eye me. I hold the pen-like needle and flick off the cap.

“Alcohol wipe. Dewey, is there a wipe pad in there?” I ask him.

He quickly rummages through the remaining contents of the box until he’s found some and then tears open the wrapping, holding out the small white woven pre-moistened pad for my fingertips.

I’m still not sure if what I’m about to do will even work, but it’s the only chance we’ve got right now. Clink pulls back from her and I wipe the area between her breasts, the cleavage, with the pad, even though I know infection is the least of our worries right now.

I use my fingertips to feel the anatomy to find the exact place I need. Found it. I take a deep breath and raise my eyes to my life-saving partner.

His eyes are full of confidence in me although I’ll freely admit I have none in myself at the moment. He nods. He knows what I need to do.

I line up the tip right above the area of her heart and I can hear Blue call out not to do it. Clink has to hold him back, restrain him. I close my eyes and stab the plastic attachment, depressing the button simultaneously as I hear the clicking of the instrument engaging.

The world stops. I go deaf… either that or the room’s becomes a vacuum and loses all sound. I open my eyes and watch in slow motion as Blue calls out, in silence, as he drops to his knees.

I feel the thudding of my heartbeat ringing in my ears and use it to tell time as I wait for any sign.

It takes at least a dozen heartbeats but I hear a loud gasp. Sable’s mouth falls open and she breathes deep, sucking in the air she needs. I roll her over to her side and hold her as she violently coughs between breaths with a foul mess coming up from her stomach.

It worked. Holy shit, it worked
!

The chatter, tears of joy and relief of the room is interrupted by the piercing sirens of an ambulance. I step back, unable to speak as EMT workers push through the crowd beginning their work on the patient.

I’m nearly pressed up against the back wall, using it to support me so I don’t fall. The adrenaline is beginning to fade as Sable’s secured to the gurney and wheeled away.

I know I have to go with her, to give an account of what’s happened but I find I can’t control my movements. I’ve seen trauma before, having done my time in the E.R. but this is different somehow.

“Miss? Excuse me, miss?”

I turn to my right and the short-haired woman wielding a clipboard.

“Ma’am? I was told you were the one to administer first aid to the patient? Do you have a moment to go over the events?”

I hear her words and in my head I’m answering, but nothing’s coming out of my mouth.

“Ma’am? Are you all right?”

I blink. Again the response is formed in my mind, but nothing’s said.

“She’ll be fine,” a deep-gruff voice that I’m familiar with chimes in. I close my eyes and let it take over. “She just needs to sit. Charlie… let’s go over to the corner and go over everything. Slowly. Step by step. Together.”

I open my eyes and nod to Clink. He takes my arm and wraps it around himself as he slides himself up against me to help support me as we walk together to the far end of the room, away from the mess of the make-shift treatment area and the nauseating stench that comes along with it.

~*~

Her pen clicking causes me to jump, startled. It’s been like this the entire twenty minutes. Every little sound, every movement makes me react, and only causes Clink to hold tighter, eyes full of concern as he watches me give answers to each question.

The ones that are hazy he’s able to help fill in for me.

“That should do it, Miss Griffiths. Just sign here for me,” she points to a signature line at the bottom of the official form. “and I’m sure the police will be in touch if they have any questions.”

I nod.

“Th-thank you.”

The woman smiles and heads off to use first response vehicle outside, to follow the earlier path of the ambulance and return to the hospital.

I swallow hard.

“I-I should go to the hospital. Check on Sable.”

Clink takes my hands in his and rubs to warm them.

“Charlie, you’re shaking. You’re cold. You’re exhausted. We can go to the hospital later. Right now, I want you to lie down for a while. You’ve been through hell tonight and I don’t think you should push it.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. I’m a nurse. I’ve seen this all before.”

He squints his eyes, assessing me. “You haven’t worked in the E.R. in a very long time. And when you did, it was assisting doctors not doing everything yourself, especially on someone you know so well as Sable.”