Beauty & The Biker (10 page)

“You’ve been a bad girl, but you also did as I asked where Gabe was concerned. You get to ask one thing of me Isa and one thing only, before your punishment comes. You can get up and face me.”

Pushing myself from the table, my nakedness fully on display I turn to face him. “Kiss me Tristian,” I demand placing my hands on his leather vest.

He smiles, amused or feeling complimented. I’m not rightly sure which he is feeling. I lick my bottom lip and bite into it feeling nervous. If he refuses, I don’t know what I’ll do. I feel on the verge of combustion.

“I offer you any one thing and all you ask me for is a kiss. My sweet princess you could have asked me to wipe your father’s debt clean.” He laughs as his words sink in.

If I had asked, would he have given it to me?

I don’t get to think further on it as he cups my chin and cocks his head to the side leaning in.

Calculated and slow his mouth draws me near. His lips touch softly against mine at first. His fingers cradle my face, as he slowly tastes my lips. We both moan in appreciation of the other as he pulls back slightly.

His eyes meet mine and that is it before our mouths crash together. His tongue probes between my parted lips and caresses mine in a lover’s embrace. He grabs my butt and hooks his arms behind my knees, breaking our kiss briefly as he hoists me up around his waist. I cater to his need and wrap my legs around him.

Our mouths collide again as he lays me back on the table. My foot hits the cart holding the dishes and they fall to the floor shattering, but Tristian doesn’t even bother looking over his shoulder. His mouth connects with mine again and I want nothing more than to be
owned
by him. Right
here
. Right
now
.

I jerk at his leather cut and slide it down his arms I need to feel his skin against mine. “Take off your shirt,” I demand panting, eager and waiting to see what lies underneath his clothes. I’ve only seen the tattoos covering his hands, arms, neck, and head. I want to strip him naked and study him from head to toe, committing every inch of him to memory, so that when this is over, I have all of him, to remember our time together by.

He doesn’t hesitate giving me what I want. He stands and pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor.

He’s beautiful. Every inch of his skin is inked. His body is a pure work of art showcasing his body from the inside out. His ribs, every muscle, and his heart is pictured. “I just want to look at you for a minute,” I plead as he closes the gap between our bodies, claiming my mouth, my body, my heart, and my soul.

“You want me to stop or you want me to continue Isa, you can look later,” he promises.

“Don’t stop,” I answer digging my feet into his hips wanting his pants off and for him to take me fully. I’m ready to be owned by him and give him anything he wants.

He raises back up pulling out the chair he is standing next to and scoots it in front of me before sitting down. He tugs on my hands and pulls me into his lap. I am straddling his thighs and grinding down on him over his jeans as he kisses me. I’m on fire, burning with desire for this man.

“You are so damn sexy princess,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Not so bad yourself.” My hands go to his zipper. I’ve been waiting my whole life to be made love to and I am tired of waiting. “Take me Tristian,” I beg. His thick erection slides between my hands. I am desperate for him to have his way with me. He feels so so good, so big, and so strong.  I would have never imagined us being in this position a week ago.

I am ready to sink down on him when he grabs my hands. “Stop Isa, not yet, not here.”

“Where then?”

“Not here,” he answers keeping me from sinking down on his cock.

“Tristian if you don’t make love to me right now, I might die of frustration.”

“Be patient and don’t die. I promise when I have you, the wait will be well worth it.” He trails his finger down my spine and cups my face with his other hand giving me a chaste kiss. “Now get up and clean this shit up.”

That’s it! Is he kidding me? I guess he isn’t when he pushes the chair back and drops me to the floor on my naked, horny bottom.

With a bruised ego and tears sliding down my face, I take his shirt from the floor and do as I’m told. I feel like a drug addict dying for another hit. I hate that I love the way his shirt smells as it swallows my small frame compared to his.

Chapter 17

Tristian

Jumping in the Bering Sea wouldn’t be enough to cool me down after the encounter I shared with Isa. One taste of her mouth and I lost control.  I entered the room intent on punishing her for touching that virgin pussy without my permission, but then she asked me to kiss her, and
Fuck
if she isn’t sweet. I had to taste her mouth and it wasn’t enough for either of us. 

She thinks she is ready for sex, but she’s wrong. She needs to know everything before we take that step. As badly as I want her, I owe her the truth. But not right now.

I’ve got shit to take care of with my club. Rain texted early this morning saying a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms and flooded the whole damn club. Gonna shut us down for a full day. Shit isn’t cool. That’s money I’m losing. Not that I really need it now that I am coming into my full inheritance.

I call Rain to make sure shit is getting handled.

“You get a plumber hired to fix this mess?”

“Yeah but what about the auditions. You are going to need some new girls when we reopen.”

I scratch my neck, it isn’t ideal. But business is business.

“Sure thing,” Rain agrees and ends the call.

I don’t really want Isa here while the girls are dancing for me.  I shoot a text to Cyrus.

Tris: Need you to pick Isa up in your truck and take her shopping in about thirty.

Cy: No problem, heading your way.

I find my princess in her favorite room, the library. She is dusting the shelves. As she leans over to move some books, her ass flashes me. No panties. How bold of her.

She is singing as she works, the way her hips move makes me hard just watching. She’d be fit as fuck in my club, but that will never happen. She will never dance for any other man, but she can be
MY
private dancer.

Sensing my presence, she turns to me with a scowl. Guess she is still pouting over last night.

“Get ready, Cyrus is going to take you to the store.” I pull out my wallet and give her one of my cards. “Buy whatever you need, and stock up on anything we might need to eat too.”

She takes the card and doesn’t utter a word. It pisses me off.

Grabbing her hand softly, I pull it to my mouth and kiss it. “We’ll talk when you get back. And wear your panties. Only one who gets to be around you without them is me.”

“Why? You afraid someone might actually do more than mindfuck me? You didn’t mind your buddies seeing me naked the other night. Why should it matter who sees what I have now?”

“Don’t test me today Isa. It wouldn’t be wise,” I warn as she walks away, flipping me the bird over her shoulder. Part of me wants to go after her and shove her against the wall and pound her smartass hard and fast, but that would set us back further.

I make a few calls and wait for Cy to arrive for Isa. Goldoni is already wanting to make dinner plans for his wife to meet Isabella, I don’t like it. Got a bad feeling about him. Have been feeling this way for a few months. Briggs is watching him and his crew but so far nothing. Might not hurt to pull him from them for a bit and have him keep watch on that Gabe fucker who thinks he can play with what’s mine.

I send him a text detailing what I need him to do. Briggs is a good brother. He never asks any questions he just falls in line and does what he is told. Unlike Isa who just breezed past me in the hall without any panties. I can see through the skirt of her dress, her tan ass shines right through the thin material. I don’t fucking think so.

“Isabella,” I call out. I stop her before she reaches the front door.

“Yeah,” she quips flippantly.

I run my hand up the skirt of her dress to find her pussy bare. “Wanna explain to me why you aren’t following orders.”

“What do you want from me Tristian? Because I seriously don’t get you.” She pokes me in the chest. “You make me feel like the only thing you wanna do is get lost with me, but when I let you in, you shut down and make me feel like maybe I am just crazy. Is this all a game to you? Play with your pet right, is that what this is?”

“Does this feel like a game princess?” I place her hand on my heart. “You feel that, that is the beating of my heart. It has beat for you since I was a boy and I thought I was going to die. But you don’t remember that shit.”

Her eyes widen. Guess she thought I wanted her to feel my throbbing cock.

“You don’t understand it now, but you will. Go put on some damn panties. Cy just pulled up and I’ll be damned if I let you go out unless you protect what belongs to me.” I pull her in close and kiss her lips quickly.
“Don’t Tristian,” she says somber. “You can’t keep doing this push and pull, it isn’t fair.”

“Life’s not fair Isa. It wasn’t fair when you forgot about me.”

“What are you talking about Tristian?” Confusion is written all over her face. I know she doesn’t remember but I can’t understand how she could forget.

“I’m ready to tell you everything, but there isn’t time to discuss this right now Isa.”

I can’t hold the truth in any longer, I can’t keep treating her this way even if I feel she deserves it. I love Isabella, nothing could ever change that as hard as I have tried. Being close to her, holding her, touching her in ways I never imagined I’d be able, it’s too much even for a man like me.

“Fine Tristian, but we will talk.”

I nod as she climbs into the truck with Cyrus after putting on some motherfucking panties. He gives me a chin lift before pulling out.

Back inside, I get the game room ready, clearing out what furniture I can for the dancers.

Rain comes in bringing three girls with her.

She takes her seat by me handing me their applications. I’ll get one of the guys to run through them and make sure they are fairly clean. I don’t want a girl working for one of my enemies slipping into my fold. The girls are getting their music ready while I look over their papers.

“You seem tense Tris. Let me fix you a drink,” Rain volunteers.

“Just got shit on my mind with the club being shut down for a few days. You can grab me a beer.”

She goes to the kitchen to grab my drink while the first girl, who says her name is Candy Brandi, stands waiting for her cue. I snort reading her about me section. My name is Brandi all the men tell me I am sweet as Candy.

“Okay sweetheart, show me what you got.”

She smiles flashing her pearly whites at me and hits play on the stereo.

Her choice is typical, Cherry Pie, Warrant. It is a staple in the business though. She is halfway through her song and dance by the time Rain brings me my beer. “Where you been?”

“Had a call from the plumber. He needed the go ahead to begin the work.” She smiles meekly.

Something feels off with her. I know I should apologize for doing that shit to her the other night, but Rain used to get wild with the boys in the past and it isn’t anything she hasn’t ever done willingly.

“She’s good,” she states coolly watching the second girl.

“She is,” I agree. But if you’ve seen one ass shake you’ve seen them all in the business.  Only ass I wanna see is Isabella’s bent over in front of me while I take her. “Don’t get any ideas. You can’t have her too. Besides, what’s this shit with Ari?”

“It’s not what you think Tris. That girl has a lot of issues. I’m just being a friend.”

“Looked like a lot more than that to me. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” she snaps at me.

“Thanks girls that will be all, you can go now. Rain will set up your schedules with you later and finish up your paperwork.”

“I didn’t dance yet,” the third girl states.

“You’ll do,” I dismiss them, wave them out of the room, and tell them to wait in the entryway for Rain.

She starts to leave and I stop her.

“We’re friends but don’t forget that I am also your boss.”

“Then you should understand. You are drawn to your Isa just as I am her sister Ariala. I don’t like her. Her sister tells me she ran off and stuck her with taking care of their dad so she can work some job, but she’s here playing house with you. What’s up with that Tris? Isa told me she is working off a debt...shit don’t add up.”

“There is a lot of shit you don’t know about me or Isa.”

“Then make me understand Tristian. This is so unlike you. You never get caught up in chicks, ever. I don’t think I have ever seen you hook up with anyone since I’ve known you. To be honest I always wondered about you and Cyrus. You spend a lot of time with him,” she jokes.

Running my hands over my head, I know I need to tell Rain everything. I should be telling this to Isa instead though.

I tell Rain all about my childhood, my tumor and how Isa was there through the worst of it. I tell her how Isa didn’t even know who I was when I returned home. All I wanted was my best friend to hug my neck as she used to and tell me everything was going to be okay. I had survived the hell of my surgery and therapy, only to come home to another hell after losing my mother.

I needed her but she blew me off. Said she didn’t know me. I vowed that one day she would need me and I would treat her with the same courtesy she had me.

“So this thing between you and her. It’s all revenge because she hurt your feelings Tris. That’s fucked up and twisted even for you.”

“I thought it was but I love her. I always have. I just wish I knew why she doesn’t know me, why she doesn’t remember me. I was hers and she was mine.”

When I look up Isa is standing in the doorway with shock written all over her face.

“I’ll let the two of you…yeah, I’m going now.” Rain rushes from the room. I can hear her shooing the dancers out of the house.

Isa still hasn’t moved. I’m not sure how much she heard of what I just shared. The anguish on her face breaks me. I see how wrong I’ve been. I have to be honest with her about everything even if it means losing her.