Dirty Girl (11 page)

“I know, but makes a guy feel old as dirt … and like I’m losing the last part of her mother.”

Shit,
Booshie
wasn’t good with this depressing, sad shit, and it was equally uncomfortable because Scars was not a man that showed emotion. “Kids grow up, brother, leave the nest, and start their own families.”

Scars nodded, but that hard look on his face grew even stonier. “They went to The Springs this week, and I know
Cadeon
plans on proposing.”

“How do you know? I think you’re getting yourself pissed over nothing.”

“He asked me for fucking permission to marry her, showed me the big fuckin’ ring, too.”

Booshie
was silent for a moment. “Damn.”

“Of course Stella didn’t know, but she has told me they were talking about it, and then
Cadeon
came to me before their trip, asked, and pretty much shoved the diamond in my face.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “But she hasn’t said anything to me about it when she called to check in, so I assume he hasn’t asked yet.”

“You’re not losing her. It isn’t like she’s leaving town with him.
Cadeon
is rooted to Reckless, and respects the hell out of you and the club.”

“I know, and I am happy for them, I really am. But when and if you ever have a kid and go through this, or losing someone you love, you’ll know what I mean.”

Booshie
was speechless for a moment. “Scars, I look at Stella as if she were my own flesh and blood. I watched her grow from a screaming toddler to a gorgeous woman. But even after that I know I could never really understand what you’re going through, not after all you lost.” The scar on the president’s face seemed more pronounced with his emotion.
Booshie
wasn’t good in situations like this, but he needed to be there for his friend, brother, and the president of his club. “Take some time off, get your head on straight, and when you come back everything will be as you left it.”

Scars turned away from the window he was looking out of and nodded. “Yeah, I think a couple of days in the cabin might do me some good.”

“You could take one of the girls up with you. You know they can make you forget your name if they try hard enough.”
Booshie
stood and clapped Scars on the back. “The fort will be held, brother, but we can’t stay united if your head is somewhere else.”

Scars pushed off the table, and they slapped each other on the shoulders. “You seem different, more upbeat. You get laid or something?”

Booshie
just grinned and shook his head. This wasn’t just about getting laid, or at least he hoped it wasn’t where
Naggie
was concerned. “Nah, I think I found myself an old lady.”

****

Naggie
cleaned off her workstation and leaned back in her chair. It was already the middle of the week, she was moved in temporarily with Bennie, and hadn’t heard from Rob—which was a good thing. The wall clock showed it was a quarter after five, and although they normally stayed open well past nine at times, she hadn’t booked anything after six aside from
Booshie
coming in, and she knew
Ziggy
didn’t have any more appointments either.
Booshie
was supposed to be here any minute, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. They hadn’t seen each other since he dropped her off at the parking lot Saturday morning, but they had talked on the phone enough. With her getting as settled in at Bennie’s as she was going to get, and being packed with appointments for the last three days, she didn’t have much time to think about anything but giving ink.

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”
Ziggy
grabbed his car keys off the counter, put his baseball cap over his short Mohawk, and stared at her.

“I’m a big girl.” She smiled. “But, thank you for worrying. He’s friends with
Cadeon
and Stella, and in the MC, so I think I will be okay.”

Ziggy
nodded and pulled the cap down lower. “Okay, well, call me if you need anything.”

“Okay, thanks.” She followed him out and was about to lock the door when she heard the rumble of a Harley pulling into the parking lot.
Booshie
came to a stop and cut the engine of his bike. God, he looked so good in his plain white t-shirt, leather cut, and dark jeans. His black boots looked like they could seriously kick the shit out of someone, and when he climbed off his bike and took off his helmet and
sunglasses,
she saw that he was wearing his ever present black bandana. Her heart started beating a little faster, and she swore she got wetter just from the sight of him. The way he walked toward her with this swagger that reeked of badass motherfucker, had her actually taking a step back from the intensity of it. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, and she actually checked him out like she was sizing him up for a suit.

“Hey, baby.” He slipped his sunglasses inside of his cut and took a step toward her. He ran his gaze up and down her body, and she felt naked. “You’re looking good enough that I’m about ready to say fuck the tattoo and bend you over the counter.”

Shit
.

He was filthy, and bad, and wanting her, if the erection pressing against his jeans was anything to go by. He took another step toward her, and another, and soon
Naggie
found herself pressed against the counter he’d mentioned bending her over. It had only been a few days since she saw him, but it felt like forever. This little voice inside of her head told her that this was becoming a physical “relationship”, even if they had only
seen
each other officially for two days. It seemed like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and that worried her. That was how her
relationship with Rob had gone, and look
where she was now. She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him when he moved closer. He stilled instantly, but she could feel how fast and hard his heart was beating. It was the same frantic rhythm as hers.

“I think this is fast.”

The corner of his mouth lifted up, but he took a step back and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fair enough, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Silence stretched between them, but instead of her arousal dimming the longer they stayed apart, it grew hotter.

“I just want to try this with you—whatever
this
is. I know we have only really seen each other twice, but I don’t want to make this about sex.”
Naggie
thought maybe he’d get pissed. Most guys would by getting turned down. It wasn’t exactly like she was playing hard to get. She had slept with him on the first night of them actually talking outside of the shop. Sex ruined a lot of things, and she didn’t want this to be one of them. But he surprised her when he nodded.

“You’re right. I don’t want this to be just about sex either,
Naggie
. If I wanted easy pussy I could get that at the club.”

His frankness was very welcome.
Naggie
had never been the type of woman that liked to have smoke blown up her ass, and she was thankful that
Booshie
was not the type of man to deliver that.

“How about we do the tattoo?” He didn’t wait for an answer from her. He took off his cut, placed it on the chair beside him, and removed his t-shirt. All of his hard, golden, and inked up skin was right in front of her in a matter of seconds. He turned and presented his wide shoulders and muscular back. “I was thinking of getting something done here.” He ran his hand along his side, right between two tattoos he already sported.

“What did you have in mind?” God, her voice came out all soft and breathy, and when he looked over at her with this hooded expression she knew he could tell she was barely holding on.

He slowly turned back around, and she watched as his abdomen clenched, showing off his six-pack in the process. “I looked through your portfolio.”

Her hands were so sweaty all of a sudden. “You did?”

He nodded but didn’t come any closer. “Yeah, months ago when you were working on someone and I came to talk to
Cadeon
.”

His admission surprised her, because she thought she had known every time he had come into the shop.

“I saw this tree you had drawn up, a really realistic one, but the branches were burning.” He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on her. “It was powerful, and stuck with me ever since. But I was thinking you could add a skull in the middle of the burning branches, tie in the club, too.”

She swallowed, knowing exactly which one he was talking about. “I’ve never put that on anyone.”

He lifted a dark brow at that. “No?”

She shook her head.

“Well, I’d like to be your first, baby.” His deep voice went straight through her, and she reached behind her to hold onto the counter.

“Oh, fuck this and the slowing down bullshit,” she said, as if something possessed her. She was right in front of him a second later, and before she pressed her lips to his she saw his grin. They kissed fast and hard, and it felt like she was going to lose it if she didn’t feel
Booshie
inside of her. Yeah, screw going slow.

Chapter Eight

Booshie
moved them backward until she was pressed against the counter once more, and with one long sweep of his tongue along hers, as if he was trying to torment her, he pulled away. He spun her around so she had her belly pressed to the counter, and she placed her hands flat on the smooth, cold surface.

“Don’t move.” His voice was hard and demanding, but she had no intention of moving.

She looked over her shoulder and watched him go to the door and lock it before coming right back to her. He was already unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down before she could even blink.

“This is going to be fast and hard, baby, and so damn dirty.”

“Good, just how I like it.”

He growled low and grabbed the short strands of her hair on the back of her head. He pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his mouth on the side of her throat. He broke away and placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her forward slightly. The position caused her ass to pop out and press against his now bare erection.
 

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He growled against her ear.

“I do. I
really
do.” She moaned out. Her body was on fire, her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed. Her nipples felt like they were going to rip right through her shirt, and all she could think about was
Booshie
giving it to her nice and hard just like he promised. Had she really thought she was going to keep this thing with
Booshie
less than physical?
Naggie
had always been a sexual person, and that was how she enjoyed life and expressed herself. Sex was just another way of letting loose.

“You’re a bad girl at heart,
Naggie
.” He gripped the hem of her shirt pulled it up and over her head. He didn’t remove her bra, but instead reached around, gripped the cups, and pulled them down so her breasts sprang free. “I’m going to shove your pants down, pull your panties aside, and lick your cunt until you come all over my face.” He moved his mouth to her ear. “And you
will
beg me, but I won’t stop until every part of your body is so sore from my desire for you that all it will take is a growl and you’ll come all over again.” He delivered on his promise and shoved her pants down. When he was on his haunches behind her, had her panties pulled to the side so her pussy was exposed, he feasted on her like he was starved for her flesh.

The sound of his haggard breathing against her ass had her own respiration coming in hard pants.

“I know your pussy tastes just as sweet as the rest of you, and I’m not about to deny myself any longer.” He said the words as if he was speaking to himself.

The vibrations that left him had her gritting her teeth and curling her hands into the smooth counter.
Naggie
might be on the small side, but what she lacked in height and weight she made up for in ass and tits. All she could focus on was the feel of him trailing his fingers along her sides, and making her flesh tighten. At the first touch of his tongue to the center of her body she moaned out loud. He was clearly enjoying going slow, torturing her and having her wanting things she’d never even imagined until she was in
Booshie’s
presence. He licked her cleft, sucked on her clit, and squeezed the globes of her ass until the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy was made for my mouth, my hands, and my fucking cock.”

“Oh.
God.”

He continued to lick at her until she felt the familiar tendrils of an orgasm start to rise. He curled his finger around the thin elastic of her panties, tightened them against her body until it dug into her flesh, and hummed loudly.

“
Booshie
—”

“
Shh
, baby.” His mouth was so close to her anus now, but he didn’t lick her there, just breathed heavily and made these deep needy noises. When he started biting the cheeks of her
ass
she rested her head on the counter and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings he invoked inside of her. The air left her in a gush when he went back to licking her pussy, and then dragged his tongue right up her center and latched onto her clit. She was going to come, and really damn hard, too. It was when he dragged his teeth gently across the bundle of nerves that she bit her lip until she tasted blood, and moaned out her climax. Never once did he stop tormenting her until she sagged on the counter and panted for breath.