Page 4 of Riding Free

“You’re going to buy her a gift and shower that new baby, because Chassis doesn’t have anyone else but a bunch of damn men in her life, and two women.”

“If I give you some money, will you just buy something?” I ask, trying to get her off my back and do what she wants.

Elodie shakes her head before she speaks again.

“Absolutely not.”

I reluctantly take the envelope from her, shoving it in the inner pocket of my cut as she continues. “She’s got a registry there. You can order online from your phone if you’re that bothered,” she says.

I can tell she doesn’t want me to do that. She wants me to go in person and make a big show of whatever the fuck I choose. I’ll be ordering online, because hell fucking no am I walking into a baby store to try and figure out what the fuck she’s going to need.

Leaving Elodie, I walk toward the bar. I’ve got a bunch of paperwork to get done tonight. I need to finalize minutes from the last Church we had and look over the fucking Perov Bratva shit.

I still can’t believe we’re completely immersed in their world. At this point, we might as well put on a suit, take their oath, and speak with a slight Russian accent—that’s how deep we are.

But before I do any of that, I need a fucking drink. I motion to the prospect for a beer. He slides a cold one in front of me wordlessly, then turns and serves someone else. I’m not even paying attention to who or what. I don’t care.

Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull as I close my eyes. I feel a warm body press against my arm. Opening one eye, I turn my head and look over to see Minty standing next to me, her bare tits resting against my forearm.

“Ain’t you in enough trouble lately?” I ask. “Shouldn’t you be hiding out in your room and lying low before you get kicked out on your ass?”

She snorts. She knows what she did. She made life uncomfortable for Chassis, Dare’s old lady, which wasn’t fucking pretty. You can’t be a fucking bitch to the president's woman and expect not to have consequences.

“I’m lying low. He’s not here tonight,” she purrs.

I know that she’s trying to be the head clubwhore, which I find kind of comical. We don’t have a ranking for them, but, hell, maybe they have their own that we don’t know about. All I know is that I fuck them when I have the urge. And they’re all usually more than happy to oblige.

“I got work to do. I’m behind,” I murmur.

She doesn’t say anything, but I feel her index finger draw circles against the back of my hand. I arch a brow, watching her, wondering where this is going. Then she leans forward, poking her bottom lip out before she lifts to her toes, and I feel her lips glide along my cheek before they’re at my ear.

“I want you, Hound. I want all of you.”

That statement sounds like it comes with strings, a whole fucking spiderweb full of strings. I open my mouth to tell her no, but then she climbs onto the barstool and presses her lips against mine, her tongue filling my mouth and tangling with my own.

My cock twitches, biology and all that. Her hand cups my dick through my jeans and begins to rub me there. Fuck, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist. Not that I really want to. I have no reason not to fuck her other than I don’t want her thinking she’s going to get something from me other than a good dicking.

Lifting my hand, I tangle my fingers in her hair, gripping her tightly before I tug her head back. Her nostrils are flared, her eyes wide, and I can see her excitement as her lips curve up. She doesn’t release her grip on my cock. Instead, she flexes her fingers.

A groan escapes my throat. “Whatever you want, you’re not fuckin’ getting it, Minty,” I state.

She whimpers, but then moans as she rubs her tits against my bicep. I can feel her hard nipples through my T-shirt sleeve. “Right now, I want to suck your cock, Hound.”

I chuckle. “Well, if that’s all you want…” My words trail off.

She takes a step down from the barstool, then bends at the waist, her eyes never leaving mine. I watch as she reaches for my belt, unbuckles it, unzips, and then slips her hand in my pants before she frees me.

CHAPTER

THREE

KEELY

The customer service industry is not for the weak. At all. Like, not even a little bit. I don’t know what I was thinking, or if I thought this would be an easy-peasy type of job, but it’s not. I figured I could handle it, seeing as I’ve been working as a masseuse for a while, but this isn’t like that at all. It’s a whole different world.

“You good?” Clare asks.

She’s here to close up with me, though I’m not sure why. Her manager has been the one doing that all week long. I can feel her gaze on my back as she stands in the little doorway to the office.