Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Tara

His tongue flicked my clit, and my back arched.

Red had the tongue of a god.

I didn't know how he did it, but he had me spread out on the bar, my legs over his shoulders, and my back to the top of the bar.

His tongue teased, nipped, and fluttered over my clit, driving me insane.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped. "Oh my god." I twisted and arched my back, wanting more as I hovered on the edge of my orgasm.

He shoved two fingers inside me, and I crumbled around him. "Red!" I screamed. My orgasm washed over me, and his tongue gently brought me down.

"Fucking honey," he whispered against my thigh.

I stretched my arms above my head and enjoyed the feel of him between my legs, knowing he enjoyed that as much as I had.

"You're mine, Tara," he called. His hands gripped my thighs, and he moved from between my legs. He tugged me to the edge of the bar, and then he was inside me.

Like always, it was perfect. He slides in and out, my orgasm building again. I pulled myself up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me close and thrust deep and hard.

"Yes," I moaned. "Harder."

Red had already had me twice this morning, and now he was fucking me like he hadn't had me for days.

"You're mine," he growled next to my ear. "Mine," he whispered.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pounded into me.

"Holy fuck," Red called. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me, baby."

A moan escaped my lips, and my eyes drifted shut. With each thrust, my orgasm grew until I was on the edge. His hand snaked between us, and he pressed his thumb to my clit. He rubbed tight circles while his dick filled me.

"Oh god," I gasped. "Faster," I urged. My need wound tight like a rubber band until he thrust deep, and I exploded around him. My pussy milked his dick, taking him over and over. He called out my name, and he filled me full.

"Oh god," I gasped again.

My body was limp, and it took everything in me not to fall to the floor.

"Shh, baby," Red cooed. "That was fucking amazing."

"It's always fucking amazing," I sighed. It wasn't like I expected sex with Red to get worse, but I surely didn't expect it always to be better than the last.

Red gathered me in his arms and plopped onto a barstool. I straddled his waist and rested my head on his shoulder. His hands caressed my back, and it felt like I was home being in Red's arms.

"If this is what a Sunday delivery is like, I don't mind doing this with you."

Red's body shook beneath me, and he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "As long as you can keep your clothes on until after the delivery, baby, you can always come with me."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "This is it, right?"

He pulled back and looked me in the eye. "What?" he asked.

"You and me, this is it. I don't want anything else. We happened so suddenly and fast that I think I just realized this was it for me. I don't want or need anyone else but you," I confessed. "You went from Hottie McBiker to biker in my bed that I didn't have time to think, just feel."

He cradled my cheek with his hand. "Hottie McBiker?" he asked with a straight face.

I closed my eyes and realized I might have just ruined the moment with my lame nickname for him. "I didn't know your name, and you're a hottie who is a biker," I explained. "Only Kelly and I called you it."

"Sexy next door."

I cracked open one eye. "Come again?"

"That's what I called you when I talked about you. I didn't know your name and had to call you something."

"And who did you call me that to?" I asked.

"I think we need to have this conversation when my dick isn't inside of you."

"Red?" I whined. "Tell me."

He shook his head and pulled me out of his lap. I stood like a three-legged giraffe and leaned against the bar.

"No, you need to get dressed."

I rolled my eyes and looked around. "Well, if you wouldn't have tossed my clothes around like you're Lebron James, I would be able to."

He chuckled and stood. "Behind the bar, baby. I think my pants are over by the jukebox."

I rolled my eyes but made my way around the bar. "Start talking," I muttered.

"I called you that to Angela. She could tell something was up and surprised I had quickly put an offer on my place. You're going to find out; it's better to spill your guts to Angela because she's going to find it out anyway."

I spotted my shirt between the beer taps but needed to find my bra. "You didn't even know me. What was there to tell?"

He shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head. "Just that I liked you. She didn't like you because women in my past had just been enamored with the bike or my money. She figured you were like all the other women."

I frowned and spotted my panties next to a large jar of olives. "I didn't know you had money, and I was scared of your bike until you took me for a ride."

"I know," he drawled. "And Angela figured that out the second she talked to you. Once you said the word wine cooler, she knew you weren't like other women."

"My love of wine coolers won over your sister." I shimmied on my panties and looked around for my bra and shirt. "Odd, but I'll accept that."

Red walked over to the bar, fully dressed, minus his boots. "Missing some clothes?" he laughed. He sat on a barstool and watched me. "You know, this reminds me of how we met." He wiggled his eyebrows, and I propped my hands on my hips. "You were hot as fuck, and it took all of my willpower not to nail you right there on your deck."

I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Ha, ha. I'll have you know that topless sunbathing will not be happening anymore. You'll have to deal with my tan lines."

A wide smile stretched across his mouth. "You can topless sunbathe; I just need to be present if you need someone to reapply your sunscreen."

The front door swung open, and Red swiveled on his stool. "We're closed!" he bellowed.

I dropped to the floor behind the bar and prayed to god whoever had walked in hadn't seen me. Red was the only one who could see me topless from now on.

"Red," a female voice sang. "I was just driving by and saw your bike outside."

I crawled around on the sticky floor, trying not to think about all the crud I was kneeling on, and looked for my bra.

"We're closed, Monica."

"And?" the woman drawled. Her tone was light and flirty. She knew Red and thought she was entitled to walk into his bar when it was closed.

I needed to find my bra and get dressed. Why was I always topless at the worst times?

"And I guess I need to remember to lock the damn door," Red growled. He did not sound happy at all to see whoever the hell Monica was.

I wasn't dumb and na?ve. Monica was probably a woman from Red's past he was more than familiar with. Did I like her? Not at all. Did I need to find my damn bra? Yes.

"Oh, come on, Red. You never used to talk to me like that," she purred. "I was thinking maybe you were taking inventory and could use some company."

I scoffed and finally spotted my bra in between two kegs. I snatched it up and struggled to put it on.

"Stop fucking touching me, Monica," Red growled.

My eyes widened, and I had heard enough. I popped up from behind the bar, my tits in my hands and my bra dangling off my arm. "I think Red has all the company he needs with me," I called.

The blonde bimbo with hair teased to the heavens jumped back and pressed her hand to her chest. "Oh my god," she gasped.

"You can leave," I ordered. "And lock the door behind you."

Monica sputtered and looked at Red. "You can't think… this is… you can't expect me to think you'd rather have her instead of me," she spat.

Red pointed to the door. "Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, Monica."

Monica stomped her foot and looked ready to throw a temper tantrum.

The front door swung open again.

"Why the hell didn't we lock the front door?" I growled at Red.

"If you wouldn't have jumped me the second the delivery guy left, I would have," Red mumbled back.

"Whoa." Angela walked in and put her hand over her eyes. "What in the hell"s going on here?" she demanded.

Yup, Red's sister was all I needed right now. I had gone from only Red seeing me topless to now his ex and his sister. Perfect.

"Well, I own the place. Tara is my woman, and Monica was leaving because she's not welcome here," Red called. "What are you doing here?" he asked Angela.

Angela still had her hand over her eyes and turned her back to us. "Uh, I was driving by and saw Monica's car parked next to your bike. I was making sure you weren't making the biggest mistake of your life and cheating on Tara."

"I'm insulted you would even think that," Red growled. "You think I would go from fucking perfection to trash?"

Monica gasped loudly and reared back as if Red had punched her.

I, on the other hand, swooned.

"Well, no, but empires have been brought down by trashy tits," Angela retorted.

I tipped my head to the side. "What?" I wasn't exactly an expert on history, but I didn't think empires fell from a pair of tits.

"I'm leaving," Monica screeched.

"Good," Red and Angela called in unison.

"Bye," I sang and waved.

She stomped her foot again, angry, as if we were going to beg her to stay. "You're never going to see me again, Red," she warned.

"That a promise, Monica?" He folded his arms over his chest and glared at her.

She flounced to the door and brushed past Angela. "You were a lousy lay anyway," she mumbled under her breath.

I raised my hand in the air. "I can attest to the fact that you are a damn liar." Red was hands down the best lay I had and would ever have.

Monica let out a frustrated scream and charged out the door.

"That was surprising and wildly entertaining," Angela laughed.

"You can leave, too," Red called. "Everything is fine here. I'm not going to have a lapse in judgment and ruin the good thing I got going, Angela."

Angela raised her fist over her head. "Good, good. I'll lock the door behind me, and I will see you tomorrow. Bye, Tara."

"Uh, bye," I called.

She walked out, and I didn't move until I heard the lock click into place.

My shoulders sagged, and I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding. "Oh my god, Red!" I hollered. "Could that have been more of a train wreck?" I dropped my arms and motioned at my bare breasts. "Yeah, nope. That was the worst it could have been. Your ex and sister just saw me topless."

"Baby."

I wagged my finger at Red. "Don't you laugh at me, mister," I warned. "This is just as much your fault as it is mine. Sure, I jumped you once the delivery guy left, but you could have locked the door just as easily as I could have."

"Baby," he called again. He shook his head and stood. He leaned over the bar and gently grabbed me behind the neck. He hauled me close and pressed a hot and deep kiss to my lips.

"I love you, baby," he whispered when we came up for air.

"Stop it," I whispered. I was topless and still reeling from Monica and Angela.

He shook his head. "Sorry, baby. I love you. I don't think the last ten minutes could have been handled any differently. You literally told her to get out with your tits hanging out. Nothing will ever top this moment."

"This is insane," I sighed. "You can't love me. I was going to be the one to say it first."

Red shook his head. "Sorry, baby. I beat you to the punch."

"If only you could have beat me to locking the door," I laughed.

"Just think of the story we'll have to tell people when we get married."

I tipped my head to the side. "The one where I was topless sunbathing and locked myself out, or when your ex tried to get with you, and I told her to get out while topless and your sister watched?" My god, life really had done a one-eighty. It was fun and exciting, but damn, it was a whirlwind at the moment.

"Both," he laughed.

"Red," I cried. "You were Hottie McBiker, then biker in my bed, and now you're just biker in love."

He pressed a kiss to my lips, and his eyes connected with mine. "In love with you, baby. Just you."