“You called your friend at Drake. Asked about us.”
“Is that a problem?”
Duke smiled, but it was sad. “Not at all, Beautiful. I’m glad you have people you can call. The point is, I like you, was gonna go after you, but I’ve suddenly discovered you’re once again off limits. Damned frustrating.”
She smiled and asked, “Thought you were an outlaw who did whatever the eff you wanted?”
“Love your smart-assed attitude, and it’s killin’ me I can’t follow you home and see what comes out of you once you’re naked and beggin’ for an orgasm.”
Gen’s face flamed hot again and she stepped back, but he reached for her shoulders and kept her from moving farther away. “Not done talking. I do everything I can to protect innocents, and puttin’ you in my bed might put you at risk. Your friend Tyler had a talk with his boss, who happens to be a friend of mine, and Aaron pointed out I need to keep you safe, which means stayin’ away from you. I already knew it, but the reminder made me stop thinkin’ with my dick.” He slid his hands from her arms to her hands and tugged her a little closer. “When it’s safe, you’ll hear from me. I’m gonna want a date.”
And he walked out of the room.
Chapter Six
Gen was downtown a lot, though not necessarily close to the property the club had bought for their compound. She drove by the bar quite a bit, as they’d decided to put it on the main road. Wise decision, because people searched for the bike shop, but the heavier traffic would bring in more paying customers for the restaurant and bar. Within six weeks, the club was up and running, with the parking lot packed during the day. She could only imagine how busy they would be at night, because she stayed away from that part of town after dark.
One story hit the news about gunfire around the new “motorcycle gang” headquarters, with footage of what looked like a twelve foot wall completely around the block. They worked fast, apparently. She wondered what had changed inside the wall, but not enough to drive down there to take a look. A quick news search showed more had happened, she’d just missed seeing it on the morning news. She set up several Google alerts crafted to make sure she saw anything about them, and put it back out of her mind.
But one of the phrases Keith had said played over and over in her mind.
Beggin’ for an orgasm.
This single phrase gave her hours of enjoyment with her trusty vibrator. What would it be like to have someone get you right to it and then back off, withhold it, and make you beg?
The thought both pissed her off and made her go through all the ways it might be done. Over and over. She even started taking herself to the edge and then turning the vibrator down, counting backwards in her head from twenty, or fifty, and not turning it back up until she reached zero.
She dove into her work, made a ton of money, spent time with her family, but didn’t go out. She had dinner with her friends, but went home when they hit the bars. She was seriously done with men.
A little over six months after Rolling Thunder closed on their property, she landed her next huge paycheck. She’d had a lot of three to nine thousand dollar checks, but this one was for a little over forty thousand dollars and she wanted to celebrate.
She had dinner with Bethany Tuesday night and told her, “We close on Thursday. I want to go out on the town Friday night. Huge blowout. My treat. If you can get away from work during the day, I’ll pay for the two of us to get massages, facials, and mani-pedis.”
“I can pay my own way, but I’m game. My last appointment is at eleven so I should be out of there by twelve thirty.”
“Cool. All of us, and maybe my brother’s girlfriend? I like hanging out with Cassie, Sam, Kirsten, and Viv. I barge in on Cassie when I’m having a crisis, and she’s always sweet, and lets her guys hold me through my tears. We should invite her, too.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been out, I don’t even know where the most happenin’ places are anymore. You figure out where to take me. I’ll get us a limo so we don’t need a designated driver, and I’ll take care of the tabs. Ya’ll just make sure I have fun and don’t fall in love with an asshole.”
“I keep telling you, you’re supposed to fuck the assholes and leave them, then find a non-asshole for a relationship. You keep taking on the assholes as boyfriends.”
“I’ve never had a one night stand in my life, Bethany. More power to you for being able to do it, but it just isn’t me. I tried once and then felt bad for being a cock-tease when I couldn’t follow through. I need to know who they are, love them. It has to mean something.”