Goldie(Night Rebels MC Romance Book 4)(16)

The phone rang and he saw it was his younger brother, Dylan. His parents had loved Garth Brooks and Bob Dylan, hence his and his brother's names.

"Hey. When did you get back in town?" Goldie asked. Dylan worked for a marketing company that helped businesses with opening and closing their stores. Most months, he was gone for two or three weeks, traveling all over the country.

"Last night. It's good to be home."

"For a week. Then you'll probably go out again." Goldie leaned way back in his chair and rested his feet on the desk.

"I think I'm here for a few weeks, and then I have to go to Tennessee. I'm not looking forward to the heat and humidity. How's Grandma?"

"Good and bad days, but I think the bad days are getting more frequent. Chad hasn't been out to see her in a while. I'm gonna have to call and chew his ass out. Monica comes by but all she does is cry, and it upsets the shit out of Grandma."

Dylan cleared his throat. "I get what Monica's going through. It's hard to see Grandma like that."

"Yeah, but fuck, the whole visit? Anyway, we have to appreciate what Grandma is now with Alzheimer's and spend that time with her, not sobbing about the past. I mean, of course it fuckin' sucks, but save it for when you get home. Maybe you can talk to her. She doesn't listen to me."

"I'm going to go over later today. Did you want to meet me there?"

"I've got work. I can meet you later for some wings and a beer. Say about nine?"

"Sounds good. I may bring Skyla with me. Is that cool?" Dylan said.

"Sure. You guys getting serious?"                       
       
           



       

"We're moving in that direction. What about you? Still partying with all the women who can't resist a biker?"

Goldie laughed. "You know me well. Wouldn't want it any other way. Let's meet up at Bulldog Pub at nine."

After hanging up and slipping the phone in his pocket, Goldie meandered to the reception area. "Did my five o'clock call in?" he asked Liberty.

The blue-haired woman looked up from her phone. "Nope, but your six thirty rescheduled to tomorrow night. She said she was having extreme anxiety and couldn't leave the house."

"About getting another tattoo?"

Liberty shrugged. "She didn't say. Just said she'll be in tomorrow for sure."

With the no-show and cancellation, he had some free time. "I'll be back for my seven forty-five. Jimmy and Tattoo Mike are here, so we should be good. If it gets crazy, call me."

Looking back down at her phone, Liberty bobbed her head. He went outside and jumped on his Harley, roaring out of the parking lot.

When he arrived at Sweet Stems, Hailey was arranging a floral display in the storefront window. The aroma of flowers hit him in the face like a wall when he entered the shop. There were quite a few people at the counter and milling around the medium-sized store, and he went over by a large topiary near the front window. From his vantage point, he could see Hailey's nice ass encased in yoga pants. Her long yellow shirt had crept up past her behind as she bent over and arranged some teacups on a small table.

Straightening up, she gathered her messy tresses in a high ponytail and secured them with some sort of rubber band. Watching her, he pictured his fist tangled in her hair, pulling it back forcefully as he entered from behind, her pretty ass red from his handprints. As his dick twitched, he shifted his position and smiled when she looked at him, red streaks running up her neck.

"Hailey. Nice job with the window."

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she brushed away some stray hairs on her face.

"Just passing by. I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing."

She shoved some ribbons and lace in a plastic bin, picked it up, and stepped down from the display window. "I'm fine. I've been real busy. How've you been?"

"Good. Have you seen your ex-asshole around?"

She tilted her chin down and frowned. "Oh …  so that's the reason you came by?"

The way her blue eyes dulled touched him. "No. I wanted to see you and see if you want to grab some food and a beer after I get off work."

The spark he loved seeing in her gaze came back. "Really? I mean, sure, I'd love to, but just as friends, okay?"

"No kissing or touching?" he asked in a low voice as he took a step toward her, sniffing her intoxicating scent.

She stepped back. "Right. Just friends. Like old times."

"We weren't exactly friends. You were Ryan's little sister." He curled his finger around one of the tendrils that had escaped from her ponytail.

Blinking, she pulled away slightly. "You know what I mean."

As he leaned in, his head tilted down, she fixed her gaze on his and parted her lips.

"Miss?" a voice from behind him interrupted them.

Hailey cleared her throat and glided past him. "May I help you?" she asked a middle-aged woman.

She and the woman walked to the coolers as Goldie watched her hips sway, imagining his fingers digging into them as he spread her legs wide and dipped his tongue into her wet folds, tasting her juices. I bet she tastes fucking sweet. I wonder if her pussy is as pink as her lips. And her nipples. Fuck. His dick jabbed against his zipper.

"I'll pick you up at eight thirty," he said over his shoulder as he walked toward the exit. There was no way he was going to let Hailey see him sporting a boner.

"Wait. You don't have my address," she said as came from behind the counter.

"I remember where your aunt lives. See you."

"How do you know I'm staying at my aunt's?"

She should've been a damn lawyer with all her questions. "'Cause I got a brain. I gotta go." He was on his Harley before she reached the front of the store and down the street by the time she yelled out his name. His shaft throbbed like hell as he rode out of town. He needed a ride through the desert to calm down. He'd have to do a better job controlling his excitement. There was something about Hailey that stirred him way up. It was like she'd invaded his mind, his senses, and his dick.

Turning down the old highway, he hit the accelerator and sped into the landscape.
                       
       
           



       
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As Goldie pulled up to the Victorian, the streetlight on the corner clicked on as the last light of day gave way to the velvety dark of night. Only the faintest of light shined through the leaves as the moonlight danced across the darkened sidewalks and streets.

Amber light flooded over him as the porch light switched on and a chain slid off the door. Through the mesh of the screen door, he saw Hailey's smiling face, the light bouncing off it. From where he stood, her amazing scent filtered through the screen to curl around him. She unlatched the door and opened it wide. "Come on in."

Seeing her in her scoop-neck, hip-hugging dress with her shoulders bared took his breath away. Her chestnut hair spilled around her, the highlights shimmering like threads of gold, and the creamy swells of her breasts tempted his restraint in the worst way. She's stunning. In the night, her blue eyes seemed endless, like the ocean under a full moon. All he wanted to do was tug her into his arms and smother her throat with kisses, then dip his tongue down to the hollow between her breasts.

He glimpsed the pink tip of her tongue nestled between her teeth. Grasping her hand, he kissed it, then leaned in to her. "You look real pretty," he said, his lips grazing her earlobe. He felt her shiver and he pressed her closer against him. "And you smell so fuckin' sexy. Your perfume is doing a number on me, but you already know that, don't you?" He rubbed against her and chuckled when her eyes widened.

"I thought we were going out as friends," she breathed, her warm breath proving to be an aphrodisiac to him.

"We are."

"Do you always act like this with your female friends?" She tilted her head back and her enticing lips beckoned him.

"I'm new to this. You're my only friend who's a chick." He ran his thumb under her bottom lip.

"FYI, friends of the opposite sex don't really act like we are."

"I'll try and remember that." Then he crushed his mouth on hers and pushed his tongue through the seams of her lips, delving deep inside the recesses of her mouth. Instead of backing away from him, she clung to him as she shivered in his arms. Ramming his tongue deeper into her mouth, he slid his hand over her soft curves down to the ass he knew well. With all the women he'd held and kissed in his lifetime, none of them affected him the way Hailey did. His body and mind were on high alert, and even though he knew what he was doing was wrong, he didn't give a shit. Hailey fit into his arms so perfectly, and he'd never met a woman who magnetized him the way she did. And she didn't even know the affect she had on him.

The wild tones of "Girls, Girls, Girls" broke their connection as Goldie grabbed for his phone. Hailey stepped back and smoothed down her hair, then went over to an oval mirror hanging on the foyer's wall.

"Yo," he said as he watched her reapply her lipstick.