Chapter 8

8

ESTELLE

Okay, so the meeting wasn't horrible. We have something. It may be small, but it's something. At this point, anything would be better than clawing through hours and hours of surveillance and dead-end leads and coming up blank.

This is big.

I want to race out of here and jump in my truck and head to Mississippi, but it's also getting late and Halo won't let me do anything that reckless in the middle of the night.

"What's your poison?" Nevada asks me. His hand is on my lower back again. It hasn't escaped me that he's been touching me in subtle ways since I got here. The problem I have is more with myself and why I don't seem to mind it. There's something comforting in his touch that makes me feel better than I have in a long while. It's like I matter.

I don't know why I need Nevada's validation. I've always been strong willed, ever since Tilly and I were little kids. Tilly. I try not to hang my head thinking about her and where she is, and Nevada is waiting for an answer.

"Vodka martini, please." It comes out shakier than I'd like it to.

Halo orders a glass of Chardonnay and I dig around in my back pocket and pull out a cigarette. I don't smoke, but sometimes I stress-smoke.

I go to light it up, but before I do, two fingers grab the end and pull it out of my mouth. Nevada's staring down at me. "What are you doin'?"

"What does it look like? Give that back!"

He crumples the cigarette up and tosses it over his shoulder. "That shit'll kill ya."

I gape at him. "Why did you do that?"

He gets the bartender's attention, but still talks to me out of the side of his mouth. "Because I don't want you stinkin' like an ashtray."

The audacity of this man... Just when I think we're getting onto some kind of neutral ground, he goes and pulls a stunt that makes me want to hit him in his goddamn pretty face.

"He does have a point, honey," Halo sing-songs, eavesdropping. "And anyway, I thought I threw all of those away…"

I ignore her. A girl can't even catch a break around here. Talk about having everyone gang up on you for no good reason. One little puff wasn't going to hurt anyone.

"Plus, it's a smoke free zone." Nevada fails to keep the humor out of his voice.

I know for a fact he's bullshitting. This is a biker clubhouse, not a Boy Scout convention.

"Riiiight." I resist the urge to stamp my foot and walk out of here. I want that drink, but I also don't want to leave Halo alone.

Before I can even blink, Riot is leaning against the bar, pulling out a stool for Halo as she happily accepts. He's all smiles, and why wouldn't he be? Halo looks freaking smoking hot in that tight, bodycon wrap dress. I love how sweet she is, and while she usually covers up, I think she should show off her fuller figure and not give a crap what people think.

"Alone at last."

I look up and Nevada is giving me a panty-melting look that almost knocks me off my stool. I hate to sound like a broken record, but he's so smoking hot tonight that deep down I know I won't say no if one thing leads to another. A girl needs sex just as much as the next person, and it's been too long since I've enjoyed the company of a man who wants to please me. And I want to please him. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks. Holy crap. I want him… I do…

It may be because I'm pleased we have a new lead. Or by the way he's been stuck to my side like glue — something else I didn't know I needed, or even liked, until tonight. Or the fact he's actually trying to help. I'm not naive enough to believe this isn't all about getting me into bed, but if I want to get him into bed too, then no harm no foul, right?

Still, snatching away my cigarette like that was rude and uncalled for.

"Yay me."

He levels me with a look that says ‘you wanna argue, then let's get down to it.' Being this is his territory, I really don't want to get into a bar room brawl. Not when I want him underneath me. It's one night, I tell myself. A quick fuck to get it out of our systems. Maybe then he'd leave me alone? He could go back to what he did before I came along, and I could get back to finding my sister. It's a win-win.

"You know what would look better than you in that mini skirt?" His mouth is close to my ear and I feel heat pool in my belly.

I swallow hard. "What's that?"

"You out of that tiny skirt."

I love how fucking big he is, and when he talks like that, my pussy throbs. My body feels about as unhinged as it could get. My dildo isn't cutting the mustard. Not when he's here in the flesh, looking and sounding like that.

"That's original."

"The men in the club are all starin' at you."

"No, they're staring at Halo. She's a badass in that dre?—"

He puts a finger over my mouth to quieten me. "Do you have to ruin every fuckin' moment?"

Our drinks arrive and Nevada thanks the brunette who isn't dressed like a skank. A few of the other girls draped over the guys are, and I'm guessing these are the sweet butts.

"So who are the ol' ladies around here?" I nod toward the chick in a sheer bodysuit with no bra on. One of the guys playing pool fondles her ass and she giggles.

Nevada looks around. "That one, over by the guy playin' darts? That's Jas, our accountant and Hawk's ol' lady." She looks out of place in a skirt suit and glasses, her hair up in a smart bun. She looks like she just finished work. She's laughing and the big guy called Hawk is trying to lift her off her feet, which isn't hard because she's tiny.

"The other chick heading back to the office who just got here, that's Summer, Jett's ol' lady, she's a nurse." She's wearing scrubs and again, I'm taken aback that some of these chicks actually look normal. "And this is Luna, Tag's ol' lady, he's the club's Sergeant at Arms over there on the far side of the pool table."

I turn to see a fuller figured woman, cute with a shoulder length bob walk past and punch Nevada on the arm. I think I like her. "Hello," she says cheerfully.

"Hey," I reply. "I'm Star."

She sticks her hand out. "I have to shake hands with the woman who knocked Nevada on his butt and held a knife to his penis."

"Good news travels fast," Nevada grumbles.

We shake and I can't help the smile that creeps across my face. "Well, I'm sure it was only a matter of time."

"Be nice to her," Luna warns Nevada, then to me she adds, "Don't believe a word that comes out of his mouth!"

I give her a smile as she turns and walks away. I think we could be friends.

I look back at Nevada. "They seem civilized."

"You surprised?"

I shrug. "A little."

Nevada slides my drink to me, his eyes on mine as he takes his beer. "To us findin' Tilly."

My drink stops midway to my mouth. "What did you just say?"

He takes a sip. "You're not goin' to Mississippi alone. I know that's what you're cookin' up in that pretty little brain of yours."

"I don't know who died and made you my dad, but you can't go around telling me what I can and can't do."

"In my clubhouse? I can do what I want."

I take a long-needed sip of my drink so I can get through this fucking conversation. "I'll be out of your dumb clubhouse the minute I've finished this drink, numb nuts. So don't go gettin' all alpha on me."

His sexy gaze washes over me. "Why? Scared you'll like it?"

I snort. "Yep, that must be it."

"Don't lie and pretend you don't know what we have goin' on here, princess."

Goddamn with the nicknames!

"Oh, and what exactly is it we have going on?" Whatever, I'll play along with his little game.

His voice is sincere and warmth spreads through me in his next words. "Sexual tension."

I clench my pussy . Jesus. I've been hot for him since he met us at the clubhouse doors, who am I even kidding? The tension is so ridiculous. Nope, the dildo definitely won't be cutting it tonight, or any night.

My inner voice keeps reminding me that this is playing with fire, but I'm past the point of caring.

His hand slides to my waist and snakes its way up my body. I hitch a breath when it disappears under my jacket and he… Holy shit. He pinches my nipple. It's a hard peak and I barely manage to hold in the groan. I can't even hide biting down on my lip as I almost drop my drink on the counter.

I down the rest of it before it can be spilled and go to waste. His hand cups my tit as he stares at me and I say, "Do that again."

His lips twitch into that annoying smirk he's so fond of. Pinching my needy nipple, I let my eyes flutter closed for half a second. I love my tits being played with, and even if this is out in the open, I don't give a shit. He bends to my ear. "My mouth ain't just made for bein' a smartass, Darlin'. This tongue is all yours baby, however you want it."

I imagine his tongue lapping at my pussy, flicking my clit, and my free hand grips onto the side of the stool for balance.

I'm still clutching the empty glass, watching as his hand fondles my tit and I can barely remember my own name. His thumb flicks back and forth, arousing my already wet pussy tenfold to uncomfortable new heights. Holy crap, that feels good. I need his mouth on me. I need his mouth on me now.

I grab the lapels of his cut and pull him closer to me. "You wanna play, Blue Eyes, or do you wanna play?"

His lips are so close to mine when he breathes, "Oh, I wanna play, Mama . I'm ready to play right now."

I barely have time to set my glass down when he tugs me off the stool by my elbow and I willingly let him practically drag me across the room. I spare a glance over my shoulder to Halo, but she's deep in conversation with Riot. He's harmless enough and she's giggling like a schoolgirl.

I don't know where we're heading, but I know I'm going to end up regretting this.

"Where are we going?" I holler, trying to shake out of his grasp. Damn asshat.

"Spare office."

"Don't you have a bed here?"

"Can't wait that long."

Curious eyes follow us, but I don't care. Before I know it, Nevada is pulling me into a room and locks the door behind him. The blaring music lulls as I step back and he stalks toward me. I back up against the wall, liking this predatory side to him, but of course I have to back it up with a smartass comment.

"You wanna be put on your ass again?"

He cages me in, my heart beating so fast I can barely hear a thing with the blood pounding in my ears. "Only if it's with you ridin' me." He cups both my tits and I let out the groan I was holding earlier. "These are so fuckin' hot." He fondles them, rubbing his thumbs over two sensitive peaks as his dick pushes into my stomach.

"Suck them," I groan, too tired to fight it anymore. I need his mouth on me. "Do it."

He pulls my shirt out the top of my skirt and shoves it up under my armpits. He hisses when he sees my tits through the black mesh bra. "Wore your best for me?"

"Shut up and just do it." I pull his head to my left breast and he grips the other one, squeezing as my knees almost buckle and his mouth finds my peak. He sucks and nips and when that isn't enough, he pulls the cup down and laves me with his tongue. Looking up, he suckles on me and I grip my hands into his hair. I need his dick inside me. I need to feel good. As if reading my mind, he yanks the cup to the other side, moving his head he suckles noisily, groaning — which only makes my pussy throb more — and I feel my arousal coating my panties. This man wasn't kidding about his tongue…

" Nevada ," I whisper.

"That's it, Mama," he groans between licks and sucks. "Told you you'd be beggin' me."

I cup my tit, wanting to get more of it in his mouth, meanwhile, his hand skates lower, cupping my mound as I let out a loud moan. Yes. Yes!

He pushes my panties aside and when he feels how wet I am, he groans, "Fuuuuck."

My tits hanging out of my top, he drops to his knees and I voluntarily spread my legs. He grips my ass, his head fully under my skirt as I feel his mouth brush my pussy lips. Oh, God…

I squeeze my eyes shut as he slides one finger inside my hole, his tongue working my clit rapidly, then he adds another finger. He slides in and out of me, his tongue doing exactly what he promised at the bar as he laps my clit over and over. I'm shameless when my cheeks redden and I start to come. It's so intense, it's so perfect… I throw my head back and cry out loudly as he rides me through it. Shock waves roll through me because it's been so long since a man made me orgasm. And like this? I barely remember. No guys I've been with in the last few years liked doing it, but they all expected blow jobs. Nevada just ate me out like a bowl of his favorite ice-cream.

While his fingers are still inside me, he stands. His other hand tries to loosen his belt buckle but I take over. Undoing it with fury, he crashes his mouth to mine and I taste my arousal on his lips. Time stands still. His mouth is wet and warm. His tongue slides in my mouth and I grip his hard cock through his jeans with one hand, and pull him closer by the back of his neck with the other. His lips are surprisingly soft and he's greedy. I can't get enough of it. His willingness. His enthusiasm… And the way he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

"Fuck me," I whisper. "Fuck me now, Nevada."

His smirk dances across my lips. "Whatever you say, Mama. But first you gotta pull my cock out." He shoves off his cut and then pulls his t-shirt off.

His body is a sight to behold. His shoulders are huge, tattoos covering every inch of his chest, neck and all of his right arm. I've never seen anything so detailed, and at a glance there's writing as well as angels, numerals and script. He's beautiful. I know I've said it multiple times in my head, but it's the truth.

I run my hands over his pecks, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his muscles.

I glance down at the same time he does. Working his zipper, I see the head of his cock peeking out over his boxers and I just about melt on the floor. Of course he's got a giant cock begging to be let out, because everything about this man appears to be perfect.

I shove his jeans and boxers down and his dick pops free. My lips part as I see the piercing. I blink, at first thinking I'm seeing things. He has a Prince Albert? He's big. Very fucking big, and fat too. The cock piercing at the tip of his head comes out at the top of his shaft but farther down, the two beads catch my attention as I just stare at it. Pull yourself together!

I want it in my mouth.

" Holy… " I start. "Did that hurt?"

I watch as he grips himself, stroking his dick in his hand. "It's a deep shaft reverse Prince Albert, so yeah, it did, but it was worth it." It's so fucking pretty that I can't stop staring at it.

Before I know what I'm doing, I drop to my knees and shamelessly reach out for his cock and take over the stroking. He braces one hand against the wall and the other cups my face. I lick the end, flicking the bead at the tip with my tongue. He hisses, his eyes blazing when I lift my head. Then I move my tongue to the other one at the top of his shaft and flick that too. He hisses. I glance up and his whole body is rigid. His muscles are tense and I can see he's holding his breath. Knowing I have this effect on him spurs me on.

"I'm gonna deep throat you, Pretty Boy. And if you're a good boy, I might even let you come in my mouth."

His lips part and I smirk, taking his tip farther into my mouth so both beads disappear and I suck on the end like a lollipop. His head tips back and he closes his eyes. I know he wants to thrust, but if he does, I'll spank his goddamn ass. In fact… I reach around, taking him farther into my mouth to do just that. I spank his cheek hard and his eyes pop open with a jolt.

I pull his cock out, holding him at the base where my fingers only just touch. "That was for taking my cigarette." I take him back in again before he has time to argue. I take him farther down my throat; my gag reflex wants to kick in but I push through, sliding back out again. I do it over and over, my pace quickening. His hand grips the back of my head and I spank his ass again.

"Fuck, Estelle ," he groans. "Spank me again, baby. Fuck… "

Hearing my name earns him another smack, not just because he asked. My cheeks redden with how turned on I am and I spank his ass again harder, the noise ricocheting off the walls as my pussy literally drips. I cup his balls, tugging on them, they feel so full. I grip his base with my free hand and hollow my cheeks. I want to suck the cum right out of him and I don't usually have this kind of feral need. But everything with Nevada is new. My tits sway as I work him over like a woman possessed. This feeling is more like a rush. The adrenaline running through my veins feels like a runaway train, and I revel in the high it gives me.

" Mama," he cries and before I know it, hot spurts of his cum ravish my mouth as he grips my hair tight in his fist and pumps down my throat. I fucking let him. I let him fill my mouth as I swallow it down. The look on his face is something I'll take to my spank bank for later, because it's fucking hot. His eyes are blazing, his mouth open, his entire face is contorted in pleasure. His muscles clenched and sweat coating his skin makes me feel like I'm the only woman the fucking world.

This man is a God. He's too good to be true… And I just let him come in my mouth.

He pants as hard as I do, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and the feral look he gives me sends a shiver down my spine.

"That was so hot," he pants. "But now I'm going to fuck you."

Okay, so he can do that right after he just…? Most guys I've been with roll over and go to sleep after they've done their business, whether I've got off or not.

But Nevada is a wildcard. I knew that already. But to go again? Right after?

He pulls me to my feet. His mouth finds mine again and he doesn't give a shit that he's now tasting himself… That's so hot. Also a first for me.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he devours me, our tongues crazy as my tits press against his chest. He's so warm and strong. He lifts me with ease and I wrap my arms around him as he moves to the desk. He sits my ass down, reaching to the back pocket of his jeans and pulls a condom packet out of his wallet. I watch, my breathing labored as he rips the foil off and rolls the thing over his already swelling cock. Why do I get the feeling this guy can go all night? Maybe screwing a younger guy really does have its perks. Maybe I've misjudged him because I'm too shit scared to give anything new a try. So much for badass.

"Been wantin' to do this since I met you." He steels his jaw, sheathing his cock in his palm as I stare down at it. "All I've been doin' since I met you is fuckin' my palm with my dick, thinkin' about you takin' it in your mouth, your pussy, your ass…"

Oh. My. God.

He reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties down so I can step out of them. I grab his ass and pull him toward me, his dick bobbing between us as he reaches down and finds my entrance. He doesn't give me any warning, he just shoves his fat cock inside me in one thrust and I cry out as he fills every single inch of me.

Then he stills, those blue eyes devouring me as he smirks. "Told you you'd be screamin' my name." Then he begins to move.