Switched off my phone for good measure by the time I got back to our room. She'd cleaned up nicely and sat at the table, scribbling something like a mad woman on a stack of cheap hotel paper.
“Hey!” Elle called out as I grabbed a couple sheets and held them up to see.
“What the fuck is this?” I couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Whatever the fuck she was writing, it wasn't English. Everything was in some alien looking Asian script I'd only seen in bad kung fu movies, or sometimes the authentic Chinese places in the cities.
“None of your business.” She snatched the remaining papers closer to her chest, giving me a dirty look. “Don't worry. It's nothing that's going to ruffle your feathers, Asphalt. It won't interfere with your precious club business either.”
I rolled my eyes. Why the hell did every old lady have to make a mockery of that damned phrase? She'd beaten me to saying it, for fuck's sake!
For a second, I almost ripped them up, crushed them into a ball, and hurled them into the waste basket. Too bad I remembered what was at stake home in Redding.
We weren't here to play fucking patty cake, no matter how real this marriage was getting. I marched up and looked her in the eyes, holding her gaze 'til she cracked.
“What?!” she whispered, annoyed, looking away. “I told you already, I –“
“Babe, don't talk. I know you went to school for this shit and maybe you're just practicing.” I licked my lips, closing the distance between us, 'til our faces were only an inch apart. “But I also know there's some real stone cold fuckery going on here in Tacoma. Your old man, trading with outsiders, probably the Chinese mafia. I married you to keep the peace, and I don't wanna play you if I don't have to. Best way for me to do that is if you start talking honest, telling me exactly what the fuck's going on here, if there's something I oughta know.”
“God damn it, Asphalt!” She jerked up, managed to slip away from me before I could grab her. “Is that what you think this is? Me, seducing you and pretending to be the good wife, just so I can screw with your stupid club?”
“Don't know what your old man would put you up to, Elle Jo. He's a real sneaky sonofabitch when he wants to be.” I stepped closer, working to soften my face, turn back into her loving husband instead of the biker asshole interrogating her. “Look...”
I grabbed her shoulder. She tensed, but didn't fight me off, giving me an opening to pull her to my chest.
“Things don't need to be this fucked, Elle. Not between you and me. Things were going good a couple hours ago, just like it oughta be between a man and his old lady. Fuck, club politics is the only reason I'm not ripping down those pants right now, bending you over the bathroom counter, and making you watch in the mirror while I make those big blue eyes roll backwards.”
I grabbed her chin, held her face, even as she tried to pull away. Looked straight into those pearly blues 'til I saw green reflecting back. Her pupils widened. Red splotches appeared on her cheeks.
I'd taken her cherry, yeah, but I hadn't fucked out every last trace of the shy, virgin Tacoma princess.
“God, you're so crude.”
“Yeah, baby, you know I am. Doesn't take a damned psychologist to figure out you fucking love it too.” I pressed her against the wall, shoved my hips between her legs, and rubbed my cock into her. She pinched her eyes shut and hissed desire when she felt my bulge. “Did you really think we were done this morning? Put that translation shit on hold for the rest of the night. Doesn't matter what the fuck you're doing. Only thing you need to be thinking about is how amazing my balls feel when they're slapping your clit raw.”
Her mouth dropped open in that holy shit look that turned me on more. Like a deer in headlights, and now it was time for the shock and awe.
I grabbed her blonde locks and pulled 'til she followed me into the bathroom. Once I was behind her, I grabbed her wrists, pinned them in front of her, and tore at her jeans with my free hand.
“You keep your eyes glued to your pretty reflection there, and don't you move them off. Not once. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you're coming on my cock, Elle Jo.”
My free hand went for her clit. Then the defiant little minx leaned over and bit my hand, sinking her teeth in so hard I fought the instinct to draw my knife.
She pulled her teeth away with a grin, just as her panties fell. My cock pushed inside her in one mean thrust, taking away her little flash of power.
Bullshit. She needed a stern reminder who the fuck owned her.
“What the hell was that, babe?” My words died in a in a guttural growl when she pushed back, warming me to the hilt with her tight, wet cunt.
“Just a reminder. You want to keep this, then you're going to work for it, old man.” She clenched her pussy muscles so damned tight I almost went full psycho.