“That depends. Are you gonna tell me no again?” I grin at her.
“You have an entire flock of pussy lambs and yet, you want mine. I’m not looking to be fucked just once, ZZ,” she says leaning towards me, her pink lips coming just a foot away from mine. “Because I’ve been fucked one too many times just once, and the next time a man enters my pussy, it’ll be for more than just one fucking time.”
I groan and my already blue balls tighten even more when she uses the words pussy and fucking. Dammit, I want her.
“How about if I promise at least two rounds.” I say seriously, because fuck, I am serious. I’ll come and then get hard again and repeat the process. I’ve went nine rounds in one night before I can do it again.
Storm places the clipboard down on the bar. She presses her little body into mine as she leans into my ear. “I don’t doubt you could go for round after round sexy. Let me put it in words that a biker can understand. I’m not looking for a one-night stand. The next man to make me come will have that honor because he wants more than just my pussy. You get what I’m saying to you handsome?” She flicks her tongue down my earlobe causing me to growl.
She drives me fucking crazy!
“ZZ, quit harassing my manager,” Winter interrupts our little tirade, and I can’t get pissed because my President is right beside her as they walk up.
“You seen Pyro?” Braxxon asks.
“Naw Prez sorry,” I say truthfully. Pyro has been MIA since the woman he loved was killed a few weeks ago. Her name was Lana, and she was the sweetest fucking thing to walk this earth. She was also Winter’s best friend.
“Shit I can’t even locate my fucking VP,” Braxxon curses. “I’m gathering a few of the brothers to collect from the pipeline. You’re coming too. We need more. Angel here has some more businesses she wants to open.”
I don’t know why we need to go dig up more gold. Angel, which is Winter’s nickname, is a fucking millionaire too. She’s inherited one hundred and twelve million dollars that her mother has left her, and her mother ain’t even dead. She’s just hiding from Winter’s mafia family. She’s Russian and just so happens to be a mafia princess and her mother’s bloodline is of royalty. And about these businesses, what’s she trying to do? Become too busy?
“More businesses?” I ask.
“Yep,” Winter answers. “I’m gonna own what you guys don’t own of this town. You know why? Because then we will own every single fucking inch of it. The next person to cross us won’t have shit left when we’re done with them. And then I’ll move on to the next town over too.”
And there she is. Braxxon’s hell’s Angel. She’s went through so much shit, she’s bound and determined to control every aspect of her life, and I can’t blame her.
“Ain’t she fucking perfect,” Braxxon smiles as he yanks her to him and kissing her hard. “So anyways, we need lots more money. I ain’t having Angel pay for fucking everything when we’ve got the means too.”
How the hell could they go through one hundred and twelve million dollars?
“That’s a lot of money to have plans for.” I frown.
“Don’t be silly ZZ, what I have planned won’t use a tenth of my money. Braxx here just has a complex about helping me do it,” Winter laughs.
“Of course I have a fucking complex about it. You’re doing this to better our family so why the fuck would I want you doing that without the club’s help? We are all family,” Braxxon growls getting upset.
“Do I need to take you to my office?” Winter coos at him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he obviously answers.
“Ma’am!” She yells shoving him away. Winter hates being called ma’am because she’s only twenty-two. Braxxon picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and takes off without a goodbye.
“I know now that staying was the right decision.” Storm laughs beside me.
She has my full attention now. “You were planning on leaving? Why?”
“I don’t know. I just was. I only planned on staying until Winter could heal up emotionally and then I planned on leaving. But she offered me friendship, family, a secure job and to pay for my schooling. I could never leave her now. I would feel like I’ve lost something. I belong here,” she finishes in a hushed whisper like she didn’t want me hearing that last part.
But she’s right. Storm does belong here. Fuck does she.
“How much longer are you gonna keep withstanding me, darlin?”
Storm stands up straight and grabs the clipboard off the bar before answering me. And what she says blows my fucking mind wide open.