Seizing her hand, he pulled her on the bed, and Baylee landed half on him and half on the mattress.
Tugging her top up with urgency, Axe answered, “The barbecue is for the family, brothers, charter and affiliate members. After the dinner, the women clean up, go home, and the party starts. The women who come to the parties are the club whores and the hoodrats. You know what they are?”
“I remember reading about them in my research. I didn’t think it was real.”
“It’s real. It’s the way the club works. The old ladies know it, and they’re cool with it as long as their men don’t stick their cocks in another chick’s pussy.” He twisted her top over her breasts. “Damn, babe, help with this.”
Baylee flung off her top. “Am I going to the party?”
“Yeah. You’ll be with me, but you gotta stay with me so there isn’t any problem.” He pulled her shorts down, taking her sheer panties with them.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave your side.”
Hovering over her naked body, Axe bent forward so his face was inches from hers. “Good girl. Now, give your man some love.”
She yanked him on top of her, his hard dick flat against her belly, and covered his mouth with hers.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tuesday
“You want to meet for lunch?” Baylee asked as she snuggled in Axe’s arms.
“Today isn’t good. I got stuff to do. We can go out to dinner, though.”
In a soft voice, she said, “I’ll be going back to Denver soon.”
“I know, babe.” Axe squeezed her tighter.
After holding on to each other, and Baylee hitting the snooze button several times, she groaned as she untangled herself from Axe’s arms then rolled out of bed. She padded to the bathroom so she could get ready to start her day.
When she arrived at her office, there was a new floral arrangement on her desk. She opened the card, and the brief “Can you forgive me? Let’s have dinner” note from Palmer turned her stomach. Doesn’t this guy ever give up? She picked it up and marched over to Tina’s desk, setting the bouquet of carnations and roses on her desk.
Tina smiled widely. “Thank you, Ms. Peters. I’m sorry you’re allergic to flowers.”
“I’m very allergic, especially to these. Enjoy.”
When she went back to her office, she was surprised to find Gary sitting in it, since he’d gone back to Denver the past weekend.
“Hi, Gary. What brings you back to Pinewood Springs?”
Gary looked up from the document he was reading. To her, he looked tired—weary, really. He was probably over-worked since the firm had taken on more projects than they should have. Baylee was going crazy juggling several jobs they’d given her in addition to the strip mall gig. The newest assignments were all in Denver, so at least being back in the city would help make her workload more manageable. Her stomach lurched, as it always did, when she thought of leaving Axe.
She knew he wanted her to stay in Pinewood Springs, but how could she give up her career, something she’d worked so hard for? It’d be like her asking him to leave the Insurgents. He’d told her it wasn’t the same since the club was his family, not a job, but there was a Denver chapter he could be part of. For the past two weeks, she’d been musing over possible ways for them to make their relationship work long-term, but it looked like nothing would help. They’d decided on taking turns visiting each other, but Baylee knew from a past relationship with a fellow architect she met on a project in Cheyenne, Wyoming, that it would only work for a while. Then life came up and one or the other party couldn’t get away until the whole relationship fizzled out.
For her, the difference with Axe was that she adored him. She loved him more than she’d ever loved any other man, so she’d try hard to make a go of it. She worried Axe would grow restless. Without her around, would he succumb to the advances of the women who seem to always make a play for him? He is very sexual, and he is a man. She shook her head, not wanting to think about that. What were they going to do?
“Baylee?” Gary’s voice transported her back to her office.
“I’m sorry, Gary. I was thinking about the projects I’m working on. Is there something wrong with the strip mall?”
Gary darted his eyes around, as if to avoid her gaze. Baylee sensed something was wrong. He seemed more nervous than usual, and he wouldn’t look her in the eye. Maybe he’s come to tell me I didn’t make partner.
“What is it?”
“Stop asking me that,” he snapped.
Taken aback, Baylee leaned back in her chair, the sting of his comment weaving its way through her. She’d not say anything more and let him take the lead, since he obviously wanted to tell her something. They sat in awkward silence which seemed like hours to Baylee, but was only a few minutes before Gary, locking his fingers together, leaned forward.