Dude with a Cool Car (Concrete Angels MC Book 2) Page 5

  I met his gaze while I chose which way to respond. I could show fear and he’d think the message got across. I could blow him off and he’d probably believe me to be overconfident and stupid. Or I could become belligerent and he’d really think me stupid.

  Well, with those choices…

  “I know what she does and I know what it means.” I kept my voice level. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to see Karma and brought the beer.”

  He nodded slowly, his gaze still searching mine for secrets. Nope, not gonna tell you those, buddy. Evidently, he satisfied himself with whatever he found and nodded.

  “Right, then. Ye’ll do.” He rolled to his feet as Karma pulled herself, dripping, out of the pool. “Oy, Karma! Ye’d best be seein’ to this man, here, before he does somethin’ stupid like get too pissed to talk to ye.”

  Talking to Karma wasn’t the problem. But getting just the right information out of the Concrete Angels? Yeah, that was a trick and a half. Maybe I could get her talking about their connection to Agent Dirk Hopkins without tipping her off.

  “He wouldn’t do that. He’d miss out on too much.”

  Her voice washed over me like sultry velvet and my heart rate went up. Not from fear, but from arousal. The woman could make me hard as a pipe with just a few words. Hell, she could probably read the dictionary to me and I’d be holding back my orgasm.

  “No, ma’am, I wouldn’t do that.” I held her gaze as she sauntered over to me, her hips swinging with erotic enticement in each step.

  Damn, she’s sexy and I need her.

  The thought came out of nowhere and I’d never experienced the emotion stitched to it. It wasn’t simply desire. It wasn’t a delicious treat picked up on a run to a quickie mart. This was something deeper and more necessary, a staple in my diet like eggs or butter, and I needed it.

  Before I could say anything more, she’d straddled my hips and settled onto my lap, her wet pussy soaking my trunks with pool water.

  “But I don’t want to talk at the moment.”

  “No?” Did my voice squeak? I cleared my throat.

  “No.”

  She bent as she grasped my face and tilted my head enough to press her lips against mine. I moaned as the softness of them cinched my attention. But when she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I lost coherence and control. I groaned as I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close to my chest, desperate for more contact. My cock hardened against the front of my trunks and I ached to rub it against her hot core.

  Oh, my glory, I need her.

  I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel, and that drove the need to be naked and inside her. I forgot the reason I was in the Concrete Angels compound. I forgot the investigation and Backlog. I just needed her like I needed air to breathe and water to drink.

  “Would it be possible to stop eating his face long enough for me to talk to him, Karma?”

  A new voice filtered into my awareness, but the primal side of me wanted to ignore it. Karma, on the other hand, had other ideas. She pulled back to meet my gaze, her lips swollen with our pleasure, before she glanced away.

  “Sure, Loki. Talk away.” She helped me turn my head to face the really scary guy I’d seen through my binocs.

  He wasn’t as tall as Michael, or as broad as Attila, but he carried presence and power with him like he’d been born to it. I swallowed hard, his attention on me uncomfortable. He had piercing blue eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and long, wavy reddish-blond hair. I didn’t notice details about other guys usually, but this guy had beauty and power all rolled up in a slightly amused smile curling his elegant lips. Made me nervous as hell.

  “So, you’re the dude with a cool car, ja?” He tilted his head. “Michael says you can investigate where our money has gone.”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, afraid to say more.

  “What makes you think you can do better than a forensic accountant?”

  “I got friends in low places. And lots of experience.” It was hard to hold a serious conversation with a hot woman sitting on my semi-erect cock, but I didn’t think I could move her off my lap unless she wanted to go

  Loki nodded slowly. “Ja, I can see you do. Okay, Coop “Dude with a Cool Car” DeVille, you can look for our money. You can get started on that as soon as Karma’s done with you.” Again, an enigmatic smile wreathed his lips. “Tomorrow is soon enough, ja?”

  “Wait.” He turned with a raised eyebrow. “Who stole the money from you in the first place?”

  “Why do you need to know that?”

  I shrugged. “I gotta have a starting place somewhere.”

  He nodded again. “Roy.” He grimaced and shook his head. “Also known as Agent Arnold Eisenburg of the FBI.”

  Bingo.

  I raised my eyebrows. “The FBI stole money from you?” I whistled my surprise. “That takes a lot of gall. How do you know it didn’t go back to the Feds?”

  He shrugged. “If it did, our forensic accountant would’ve been able to track it there. And she found some of it. But not all of it. He and his partner weren’t sending it to the FBI.”

  “He had a partner? Here or in the FBI?”

  “In the FBI. Neither of them are problems now, but the money is still missing. You find it, and there’ll be rewards, ja?”

  “Yeah, okay. Sounds good. I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow.”

  Loki eyed us with speculation and the ultra-scary smile curled his lips again. “Ja. Det er bra.”

  “What?”

  Karma snorted. “He said that’s fine.”

  “What language was that?” I watched Loki saunter away to join Michael and the snarly guy I’d met earlier.

  “Norwegian, I believe. He throws out words every now and again to keep us on our toes.” She wriggled her ass on my lap again. “But I’m not worried about your toes. Unless that’s a fetish of yours.”

  I grimaced. “No way in hell. I’d rather focus on something softer and far more sexy. Like you.”

  She grinned before she kissed me again and my cock rose to the occasion. Damn, I wanted to be somewhere private, where I could strip her out of her bikini and marvel at all that glowing golden skin. And if I had to investigate her pussy while there, I’d take one for the team.

  “I think that can be arranged.” She backed off my lap and I groaned as my cock stretched the wet cloth. “Follow me.”

  She sauntered away toward the clubhouse and I didn’t waste any time rolling to my feet. I’d gotten the go ahead to investigate the Concrete Angels, had been given the name of the agent who’d screwed them, and now the sexiest woman I’d ever seen wanted to spend some quality alone-time with me. Fuck yeah, life was lookin’ up.

  Chapter Six

  Karma

  I must be out of my mind.

  I felt more than saw Coop follow me away from the pool and the zing of pleasurable anticipation sped up my heart rate. He’s a human. Yeah, it didn’t matter. The Goddess had seen fit to make him my true mate and that meant I was completely attuned to his every move when close to me.

  The scooters noticed my progress with hungry eyes, which had everything to do with the bikini I wore, but they’d learned long ago not to touch. It was satisfying giving them immediate consequences to their less-than stellar ideas of how to treat women, but ultimately disappointing that they only learned to fear the women members rather than decide we were people.

  Not that I’m a person in the traditional sense.

  Traditional or otherwise, I definitely felt emotions. At the moment, I wanted to get down and dirty with my true mate. I waved to Dollhouse and Calhoun as I sauntered through the clubhouse, and both ladies smirked as they waved back. I suspected their grins came from Coop trailing behind me like a puppy on a leash.

  I stepped out into the yard and continued my way to my cabin, enjoying the quiet. Most of the members were in the clubhouse or around the pool, and it was always loud when they got together. A few of the guys like The F
riar and Torch were fooling around in the barn workshop, but the rest of the yard sat deserted. I took a deep breath of the silence and let it seep into me.

  A spike of lust and desire shot through my awareness as I neared my cabin, lucky number thirteen. Humans made a big deal out of that number, but in reality, it wasn’t any less lucky than any other number. That didn’t mean I didn’t play up the consequences on days with the number thirteen, or four, but it was just a day.

  And today, I’m gettin’ lucky.

  “Come on in, Coop.” I stood aside and allowed him to enter in front of me. All the better to ogle his ass in those trunks. “And when you’re ready, feel free to strip naked.”

  “What?” He spun back toward me and his eyebrows reached his hairline.

  “Strip. Naked.” I let a lazy smile curl my lips as I pulled the towel off my hips and draped it over one of my two tall bar stools. “I want to see what all those clothes have been hiding from me.”

  He snorted and shot a look toward the open window. “Here? Now? What about in the bedroom?”

  Oh ho, my lovely mate is modest.

  I tilted my head as I sauntered over to the front window and lowered the blinds, the slats allowing the light through. “There. Now strip.”

  He laughed and yanked his t-shirt over his head, exposing chiseled pecs and abs with a line of hair arrowing straight down into his colorful trunks. My mouth watered as my gaze followed that line to the large bulge pushing against the front, stretching the fabric tight. Oh yeah, I’d get to sample the goods hidden there.

  I raised my gaze to take in the muscles across his back and shoulders as he turned to pull off low-heeled cowboy boots. A few scars marked the skin of his back, a testament to his experience and life. I didn’t know what he’d done to earn them, but they were a wicked reminder he hadn’t always been safe.

  My inner guardian rose up at the thought, swearing to protect him against all enemies from then on. He straightened with his back to me and shoved his swim trunks over his hips, exposing his tight ass. Was he walking around commando in his jeans, too? Oh that was a lovely thought. I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I’d have to pay closer attention.

  At last, he turned around and ran his hands through his hair in a nervous motion as if he worried about my opinion of his body.

  Two thumbs way, way up.

  “Damn, you’re sexy.” Not the most elegant of phrases, but definitely conveyed what I was thinking. The drool might give me away, too.

  His grin warmed my heart in ways I’d rarely experienced. “You think so?”

  “Oh yeah.” I sauntered around him, trailing my fingers over his shoulders and down his other arm. “I know so.” I stopped beside him and slid my hand down the crease in his back to his butt. “I love how tight your ass is.”

  He chuckled but said nothing, allowing me to explore his body as I chose. I focused on his chest and torso, taking my time to learn the shape of his muscles. He had perfectly round nipples just above the curve of his pecs and a dusting of dark hair that helped build the line down to his groin. I followed the line down to the thickening cock rising from a matching thatch of hair around his balls.

  Sweet glory to the Goddess. He missed his calling as a porn star because the length and girth of him definitely had my attention. Rising in a delicious curve, his cock damn near reached his navel. And I wanted to lick the whole length. I also wanted him to wear some cock jewelry to mark him as mine.

  One step at a time, Karma dear.

  I slid around in front of him, still trailing my fingers over his skin until I stopped with my hand over his heart. I met his gaze and found him completely focused on me. His heart beat a quick tattoo under my palm, but he stood still and attentive, his deep brown eyes nearly black as the pupil grew almost to the edges of his irises.

  “Do you want me, Coop?”

  He licked his lips but never looked away from my gaze. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “How much do you want me?” I stepped to his right, stroking his chest with my fingers.

  “I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time, ma’am.” His gaze followed mine.

  “What would you do to get what you want?”

  He swallowed hard. “Anything.”

  “Anything?” I raised an eyebrow. “Anything I ask?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  A delicious curl of pleasure mixed with power slid through me. “So, if I asked you to eat my pussy, would you?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He licked his lips again and his cock flexed between his thighs.

  “If I asked you stand here naked while I ran my hands over you, would you let me?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “What if I asked you to let me suck your cock but forbid you to come. Would you do it?”

  His breath caught as his cock jerked, and his thighs trembled, but he nodded. “Glory, yes, ma’am.”

  I moved back until I stood facing him, his body quivering in anticipation. “Would you still be willing to do as I ask if I told you to eat my pussy and bring me pleasure without being able to come yourself?”

  Coop swallowed hard and shivered, his eyes growing bright with desire. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

  Sweet glory, Coop is a submissive. I’d lived long enough among humans to know about the BDSM lifestyle, and while I had Dominant tendencies in my sex life, it hadn’t been my focus to pursue or practice regularly. Especially with humans. But with Coop practically quivering for me to take the lead, my Domme nature rose to the fore.

  “Hmm, you seem very sure of yourself, Coop. But I think we need some ground rules.” I grasped his chin and made sure he met my gaze. “I need to be clear on what this is. Are you willingly giving me permission to use you as I see fit?”

  He swallowed again, and gave a jerky nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want, Coop? Because if I find out you’re lying to me, I will walk away without a backward glance.” I wasn’t sure I could actually walk away, but I needed him to know honesty was everything here.

  “I’m not lying. Not with this. Not with something this important.” His voice came out with the strength of truth and an undertone of pleading.

  I nodded slowly. “Is this truly what you want? Because we can enjoy each other in vanilla ways.”

  He shook his head and his hands clenched into fists. “I don’t know what that means, exactly, but I know I want to be with you and please you. I need to please you.”

  “Have you heard the term BDSM?”

  He shrugged. “It’s a kind of fetish, right?”

  “It can be. It depends on the players.” I stepped behind him and gathered his arms until I held his wrists at the small of his back, my knuckles resting against his ass. “For example. Some folks like to be bound while their Mistress takes Her pleasure from them. Would you like to be bound?” I tugged on his wrists and brushed my lips over his shoulder, enjoying the scent of his sun-warmed skin.

  He hissed and groaned, dropped his head back to brush my cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Hmm.” I licked his shoulder before a nipped it, making him jump. “What about pain?” I bit him a little harder and he yelped.

  “No, ma’am.”

  Yeah, he wasn’t going to be a pain slut.

  “What about spanking and impact play?” I slapped his ass, enjoying the tensing of his muscles, before smoothing my hand over the skin. “Do you like such sensations?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t think so, ma’am.”

  I nodded again as I released his hands and returned to face him. “All right. One last question before we start playing.” I made sure I had his complete attention without the haze of lust and desire clouding his eyes. “When we play, I will be in control. In control of your needs and your pleasure. You will bow to my will and tend to my needs in order to fulfill yours, but that might not include your own release.” I raised my chin. “Is that something you can handle, Coop? Are you willing to put all rights
of pleasure in my hands?”

  He blinked and took a deep breath, leaving his hands behind his back as if they remained bound. “I’ve never been with anyone who has these kinds of requirements, but they don’t scare me. Or they don’t scare me more than my interest in trying. I want to be with you, Karma, and if this is how I have to do it, I won’t hesitate. Ma’am.”

  His response had my pussy creaming and my heart expanding like the Grinch after Cindy-Lou Who took his hand at Yule. It was the perfect answer and I admired his courage. I would still take it slow, learning him while he learned me, but he made me want to play for the first time in years.

  “That’s very good to hear, Coop.” I settled my mind into Domme-mode and straightened my shoulders, pushing my breasts out toward him. His gaze latched onto the bikini cups holding them and he licked his lips. “Hey, eyes up here.”

  He jerked his gaze up to mine and blinked slowly, still lucid enough to get my last instruction.

  “There’s just one thing left we have to establish. Your safeword.”

  “Safeword?”

  “Yes.” I gripped his jaw again and met his gaze. “It’s the word, something out of context, that stops all play. Stops it cold and allows you equal footing with me again. Most people new to the lifestyle chose stop light colors to get the understanding across. Green for good-to-go, yellow for slow down or readjust things, red for hard limits and stop play.”

  “Those really make the play stop?” He frowned.

  “It does if you trust your Domme to do as She promises.” I slid my hand to his shoulder and down his muscular arm. “BDSM only works if the partners trust each other to be honest and to uphold their roles. I must trust you to tell me when you need something and you must trust me to uphold the rules of play.”

  “Even if it means you stop?”

  “Particularly if it means I stop.” I squeezed his elbow with my fingers. “Giving me control over your pleasure is a big gift and must be treated with respect. But you’re the one in control. I can only give you as much or as little as you want. If I overstep and lose your trust, I will lose everything. In reality, I serve you, give you what you need. I need to be needed. That gives me peace and well-being.”