CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

TWO WEEKS LATER

GIDEON

Cryptic flower bouquets and notes.

Hooking up with Martha to snare the gullible woman into a plan of drugging then kidnapping Lindy if I hadn't been at Rust.

Having his buddy tail Lindy's SUV.

Hiking through the woods behind the Reaper's Wolves MC compound to sneak into her cabin.

Dean is a certifiable psychopath. Which came as no surprise to me, but he'd held it together for a long time before tipping over the edge.

Seeing us at Club Wolf was the straw that broke the camel's back—he couldn't stand the thought of her with anyone else, even if Lindy and I weren't officially dating yet.

Thankfully, my girl will never have to see the bastard again because he's locked up tight in a federal prison.

The FBI swooped in upon his arrest—including Ranger, who apparently was an undercover agent sussing out our club while also working on a case of law enforcement corruption. Ranger and his FBI friends had been trailing Dean's group for a while, and his screw-up by attacking Lindy delivered him right to them.

It looks like he'll get some safety precautions—cops don't do well in prison—for spilling details about the dirty men higher up the food chain, but he's not getting off scot-free.

"Hey, why the broody face? You're not thinking about Dean again, are you?" Lindy skips into Reaper's Revamp. An aura of happiness surrounds her these days, and I'm proud to be a part of that.

The shop closed an hour ago, so it's just me left tinkering around on a custom order, while Lindy enjoyed book club. Except she's here instead of with her girls.

Wiping my hands on a stained rag, I welcome her hug and drop a kiss to her forehead. "My mind was wandering. What are you doing here? Tonight's your girls' night."

Lindy grins and plays with the zipper of my coveralls. "I ditched them since we've got some unfinished business."

"Is that so?"

The glide of the zipper lowering is barely audible above our breathing, and I relish the cool breeze filtering through my undershirt. Inch by inch, the coveralls slowly loosen until I can shrug the upper portion off my shoulders and arms. An elastic waist keeps the pants stationary as the sturdy fabric falls back.

"Remember how at the gym I said to be continued ?" Lindy licks her lips and steps back with a sly twinkle in her eyes.

Losing her jacket, she turns her back to me and braces her hands on the metal tool counter behind us, bending in half to wiggle her juicy ass in my face as I finally notice the extremely short skirt she's wearing. It does nothing to cover the bare cheeks suddenly staring at me.

"Where the hell did you find this get-up?" The leather skirt is paired with a skin-tight tee and knee-high socks, and the realization that the back of her shirt says ‘Property of Timber' has my cock threatening to rip through the coveralls.

"In the sale aisle. I was searching for discounted Halloween candy and found this costume instead. Do you like it?" She shakes her ass again then has the audacity to raise the back of the skirt higher as her body sinks into a deeper arch so her glistening pussy is in full view.

"I fucking love it." Crashing to my knees, I ignore the pain of the concrete on my bones and shove my face between those full cheeks, licking a path straight to her wet cunt.

Despite progressing by leaps and bounds before her attack, we've taken things slow the past two weeks.

I've been waiting for Lindy to initiate things, and damn, is this worth waiting for.