Seize Me (21 page)

“Hey bitch,” I say, shutting the door behind me and jumping on the bed. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking, and I want to run something important by you.”

“Okay let’s hear it,” I say all ears.

After I get Shadow situated into his apartment and get the prospects to carry in his shit, I go looking for Angel. I thought maybe she would still be in the slam room with Lana, but they’re both sitting at the bar instead.

I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her neck, and nuzzle her hair. She always smells so delectable, fucking delicious.

“Hey babe,” she coos.

“What’s up, Angel?” I unwrap my arms and walk behind the bar so I can see Lana and Angel at the same time.

“So, Lana came up with an idea that I’m in love with, but this is your county, so I thought we would run it by you first.”

Fuck me!

“And…,” I trail on as I pour us some shots.

“We wanna start a strip joint here, but not a dirty one, a classy one,” Angel says nervously.

I’m stoked with this idea. That means Angel has to start building a life closer to me. I smirk and take my shot.

“I’m sure the brothers would be cool. I’ll have them vote on it in chapel later.”

“Really? That easy?” Lana asks in shock.

“Well yeah. You both are exotic dancers, and if you own the place, you both might not dance as much right?”

Please? I pray.

“Just sometimes,” Angel says.

“Thank fuck,” I breathe too loudly.

Now they need somewhere they can call home. I walk to the chapel and snatch up some keys and walk back to the girls.

“On one condition,” I say.

“What is it?” Angel sighs.

“You both move into one of the club houses. There’s one that has five bedrooms and six baths. It’s in the middle of nowhere. It sits on thirty acres of dry land. We normally use it for family coming in. There’s also a small guest house by the pool where I can have security there during bat shit crazy times,” I say as I twirl the key around on my finger.

“Pool,” Lana squeals.

“Yes… pool.” I roll my eyes at her. She’s adorable, and it’s no wonder she’s got Pyro wrapped around her finger.

“Wait… what’s the rent?” Winter asks me.

“You’re my ol’ lady. I ain’t having you pay me fucking rent. Are you trying to insult me?”

“I’m your ol’ lady? Since when?” she asks.

“Since I spotted you in white wearing a pair of wings,” I say seriously.

“I sorta more than care about you,” she whispers.

“I sorta more than care about you, too.”

C’mon Angel, it’s not that hard to say. It’s a four-letter word, and it starts with L. Why won’t she say it? Better yet, why won’t I? This not getting laid shit is screwing with my mind. I’m not trying to pressure her, but damn if I’m not craving that body of hers and the way my cock feels inside of it.

“Prospects and Shadow c’mere,” I holler out.

Shadow walks up with the prospects. “Go to Angel and Lana’s apartment, pack up all their belongings, and do it nicely. If one thing gets broken, Shadow here is to smack you upside the fucking head. Am I clear?” They nod. “And then take it all to the five bedroom home. Don’t be sniffen their damn panties and shit either. Respect their belongings.”

“Prez.” They agree.

“Shadow, make sure shit gets done right. These two mean a lot to the club.” I motion to the girls.

“No problem, Prez,” he drawls.

I watch them walk away and out the door to the middle of the compound. I turn my attention back to the girls who are smiling so damn bright. I tease them by pulling my shades over my eyes.

“Pyro is gonna be over the moon.” I laugh at Lana who’s face does a one eighty.

“Shit, I gotta go check on him,” she groans and takes off faster than a speeding bullet.

“You seem like you’re enjoying the moving counties and club idea and all.” Winter grins at me.

What’s not to like or enjoy? She’s going to be closer to me and let’s face it; I have this addiction to her that I can’t seem to shake. At first, I’ve even contemplated that it was because I haven’t fucked her outta my system yet because we’ve barely done any of that, but then again it’s just her. My hell’s angel.

“It means I have access to that pussy anytime I want,” I whisper low.

“Fucking jackass.” She shoves at my shoulder. “I think Lana has something more going on that she’s not telling me. I know she still can’t be blaming herself for this shit storm. She and Pyro are making me fucking dizzy.” Angel cringes when she says the word dizzy, and fuck if that doesn’t make me wanna kick myself in my own balls.

“She’ll talk to you soon enough,” I say. I don’t know how to talk to the ladies about their BFF problems and shit. I’m a fucking biker who deals drugs and fucks. I don’t converse.

“So you guys want a large club or a small one?”

“A big one baby, an oh so big one.” She bats her eyelashes at me causing me to groan. Fuck with this teasing shit.

“Will I get to fuck you in your office?”

“If you’re a good little boy.” She winks. “I’m gonna go upstairs for a bit. Meet me there in one hour and not sooner. And knock before you come in.” She points out with a stern but sexy face.

My brows pull together as I watch her walk away. Well what the hell. She is so damn cryptic and shit.

I walk to the fridge, pull out a beer, and strut over to the couch. What the fuck to do for an hour? I can tell you that this entire hour, my dick is gonna be standing tall, wondering what the fuck my Angel is up too.

“Yo Prez, what’s up?” Sniper plops down next to me.

“Waiting an hour,” I grumble taking a gulp of my beer.

“What for?”

“Angel is up to something,” I groan using my free hand to run through my hair.

“I would say she’s up to something because she was out spray painting something red the other day.”

“Spray painting? What the fuck could she be spray painting?”

See, she’s a cryptic fucking girl.

“Hell if I know. She healed up yet?”

I grimace, and he laughs. “I take that as a no. Give it time brother. She’s a strong girl and I bet when she finally does, she is going to blow your fucking mind.”

She already has repeatedly, just not lately but I don’t tell him that. I don’t like him thinking about my Angel being fucking naked. Shit burns my mind knowing others have seen her naked but I know if they start this club, I better get used to the idea again and fucking quick.

“We got a few more snowball lines. We’re gonna go run them up to Petra if you don’t care.”

Hell no, I don’t care; my Angel is being playful and is up to something.

“Go for it.”

I shot the shit with Sniper for the entire hour, and I know I must look like I’m on crack or something. My nerves are anxious as shit as I walk up the stairs. I stop at the second to the last step as I hear
Grind On Me
playing. I haven’t heard that song in forever, and now my dick is so damned hard thinking about what lies behind my closed door. I adjust myself as I knock. She doesn’t say anything she cracks the door, hands me a blindfold and shuts the door. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she wants me to do with it. I’ll play my Angel’s little game. I smirk as I wrap it around my eyes and tie it tight in the back. I knock again signaling that I did what she wanted. I hear the door open, and her delicious fucking smell smacks me. I want to double over and groan. This bitch does things to me. Her small delicate hand wraps around my right bicep as she pulls me up the remaining two steps and into the room. I hear the door click shut behind me and she leads me across my apartment quarters and sits me in a chair. She restarts the song and I want to rip this blindfold off because she was probably just practicing before I came up. Her heavenly voice tells me that I can take off the blindfold now, and I don’t bother untying the motherfucker. I just rip it right off.

My eyes go wide, and I gulp like a little pussy boy when I spot my Angel in front of me with her back turned to me. She’s spray painted her wings red and wrapped her body in leather straps. She peeks over her shoulder and with a wink, she starts dancing to the music. I start bouncing my foot. I don’t think I can sit here and let her tease me like this. I want her, and I want her now. Winter seems to understand my predicament because as her body turns to face mine, her nipples peek through as she shakes her finger back and forth. My fucking hell’s angel! Hot fucking damn!

When she comes to dance right in front of me it takes every ounce of patience I have left in my body not to snatch her up and sit her right on my cock. As she slowly dances for me she un-wraps the leather straps, dropping them to the floor. She’s so damn stunning.

“I can be your hell’s angel baby, but right now I just wanna be your Winter,” she whispers as the last strap falls and she strips off her wings, tossing them to the side.

Fuck Me!

I strip my freshly painted red wings off and toss them to the side before I walk over to Braxxon and straddle his lap. His hands instinctively go straight to my hips as I begin to grind on him. Braxxon bends his head down and runs his tongue along my scar, causing me to shiver. I feel his smile against my skin and his cock pressing hard against my core. I wanted to do this slow and be able to drive him crazy, but it’s just driving me bananas. I run my fingers underneath his cut and slide it off. I scratch at his chest as I work his tee shirt off and over his head.

“In a hurry baby?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Braxxon’s head goes to the crook of my neck where he licks and sucks as one of his hands trail up my body. His touch is like crack; his hands created to drive women crazy.

“How does
my
Winter want it?” he growls huskily into my skin.

I press my cheek to his, bringing my lips to his ear. “Slow.”

Braxxon lets out another growl as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he stands, walks us over to the bed, and lays me back gently. I hear the sound of his boots hitting the floor and his belt and zipper before he’s naked in front of me. He’s so damn sexy it should be illegal. His gray eyes are holding me, caging me like an animal as his hands trail up my legs, stopping at my thighs. I close my eyes as his body hovers over mine. It’s almost too much. His touch mixed with his gray gaze. When the tip of his cock positions itself at my core I bite my lip and hard from nervousness and excitement.

“Hit me with the gold, baby.”

Oh god. I open my eyes, and he’s staring down at me as he slowly enters. His gray eyes trained on my gold ones. Braxxon moves at a pace so slow I would almost think he’s making love to me. His eyes leave mine and travel the length of my scar that almost matches his and I grip his cheek hard bringing his gaze back to mine.

“Don’t.”

He shakes whatever thought he was having out as I wrap one of my legs around his hip. I need him deeper.

“Winter,” he moans closing his eyes.

My name mixed in with his moan is so satisfying. This man has slept with hundreds of women and yet my touch, my body can do that to him. I use all my strength to flip us over so that I’m on top. I prop myself on my knees, putting a little distance away from our adjoined bodies. I rotate my hips letting his cock stretch me before I quickly drop down.