“I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, I want to see you. I’m kinda sore though and was thinking about the downtime.”
Letting loose a cocky chuckle, I’m beyond happy that I made her sore enough that her pussy needs a break.
“Just keeping my woman satisfied; can’t have that juicy cunt needy.”
She leans up, pecking my lips again, and then grabs her bag. “I’m going, thanks for the ‘satisfying’ experience,” she cheekily replies, as she walks away, opening the door.
“I’ll show you satisfying,” I warn, striding toward her as she takes off outside in a rush. I easily catch up to her, popping her on her ass strong enough to make her let out a shriek of laughter.
Chuckling, I spin her around and push her against the car. Her face is completely lit up, a smile so wide it makes my lifeless heart skip a beat.
My mouth meets hers in a scorching kiss, the kind that has her wrapping her hands in my shirt, pulling me as close as possible, and about to climb my body by the time I’m finished with it.
“Holy shit, why do you have to kiss me like that when it’s time for me to leave?” she asks breathlessly.
“Just owning that shit real quick so you remember it later.”
“Consider it noted.”
She pecks my lips again and hops in her car, rolling down the window and blaring her music.
“Bye guys!” she shouts, waving behind me as she backs out of the parking spot.
Turning back toward the motel, I’m met with Spider, Ruger, and Nightmare.
“Don’t say shit.” Grumbling, I shoot a glare at each of them, causing Spider and Ruger to grin.
Fuckers.
Heading back into the room, I grab up my wallet and slip on my boots. I’m starving, and since Cinderella had to bail, I’m going to find a big-ass burger. Making sure I’ve got everything, I head back to my bike, tying my black bandana on as I walk.
I barely mount my bike when Exterminator approaches. The other guys are suddenly nowhere to be found. I’m betting they heard us fooling around and came out just to be noisy.
“Ex.” Nodding, I wait to put my helmet on to hear what he wants.
He stops next to me, resting his hands on his hips, appearing peeved about something. “We need to talk.”
“All right; what’s up?”
“A few brothers down the road need some shit.”
So he wants me to run guns or narcotics most likely. It’s not uncommon; we usually break off into smaller details. We’re less likely to get picked apart by the cops if it’s a few bikers versus a big group. If we’re setting up a new business deal or handling blowback, then we take care of it as a pack.
“So what’s the issue?” I don’t like pussyfooting around; I prefer the facts, especially when it comes to the club’s dealings. If he’s pissed about a certain variable that has to do with our ride, he needs to tell me asap.
“Nothing, just ready for some new scenery. Scot wants to stay, so I’m heading up the run this time.”
“We’re all headed out, or just the two of us?”
“Everyone needs to be on this. I want to take off in thirty, so be ready to split.”
“You want to fill me in first on why it’s taking all of us if we’re only visiting a few brothers?”
Exterminator clenches his jaw, his mouth growing tight, not liking the fact that I’m questioning him. I don’t give a fuck about his feelings when it comes down to it. I need to find out how long we’ll be gone to give Princess a heads-up.
The MC’s top priority, but after laying claim, she’s my first thought over club business. I don’t want her thinking I’m taking off and not coming back. Her ass is already stubborn about being my Ol’ Lady, and I can tell I’m finally wearing her down about it.
After a few seconds, he finally answers, “We’re headed to Juarez.”