Impulsively (Dante's Nine MC) (14 page)

“I could lay you out across this table and fuck you right
now,” he growls, resting his hands on my inner thighs. Words fail me as his
fingers inch upward, closer and closer to that place between my legs that’s
been aching for him. Whether I’ve admitted it to myself or not, I’ve wanted
this since the first moment I laid eyes on him. And I want it now more than
ever.

“Do what you want,” I whisper, letting my knees fall farther
apart, “I just want you to take me, Brooks”

“You want someone who can control you, huh?” he growls,
running a thumb along the inseam of my jeans. My head falls back as I feel him
brush against the length of my sex, a mere layer of fabric standing between me
and those hands. “You want someone to conquer you. Tame you. You’ve never had
that, have you?”

“Never,” I breathe, my entire world narrowing to the feel of
his hands running along my crotch. Brooks pushes me back onto my forearms, and
I fall against the long desk. He lowers himself to me, pushing his hands up
under my tank top. I shiver as his fingers dance along my bare skin, tremble at
the thought of him stripping me down right here on the table.

“I could touch you all day,” he growls, lowering his lips to
the naked, taut stretch of my stomach, “If I thought you could handle it, that
is.”

“You don’t think I could handle you, Brooks?” I gasp,
closing my eyes as he kisses the dip beside my hipbone.

“We’ll find out, won’t we? But if you can’t now,” he says,
glancing up at me with those devilish eyes, “we’ll just have to keep practicing
until you can.”

His deft hands slip up my arched back, snapping open the
clasp of my bra. My breasts fall free as the garment slips away, and I let out
a long breath as Brooks cups them in his hands. As he leans forward, I can feel
the rigid length of him pressing hard against my thigh. Any cares about
propriety fly out the window as I feel how hard he is for me.

“That feels so good...” I moan, as he rolls my hard nipples
between his fingers.

“Just wait,” he grins, pulling me back up to sitting, “we’re
just getting started.”

But just as I brace myself for the full force of his
gorgeous body, he steps away. I blink at him, bemused, as he turns away from
me.

“Brooks,” I exclaim, snatching up my fallen bra and sliding
it back into place, “Where are you going?”

“Hopping in the shower,” he says over his shoulder, “care to
join me, Red?”

My body is full to the bursting with wanting him. The second
he steps away, I can see how insane I’m acting. Sprawled across the desk,
waiting to be worked over by my very own biker boy...and not giving a damn how
reckless I’m being. Mitchell said this whole thing is likely to be over in two
weeks time, after all. That means there’s not a moment to spare if I’m going to
get my fill of Brooks.

“You trying to drive me crazy?” I ask, stepping down from
the desk.

“Maybe,” he shrugs. “Is it working?”

“I think you know that it is,” I shoot back.

“Come on then,” he says, “I’m not playing hard to get. I
just thought I’d do you a solid and wash off the day’s work before I had you.”

He winks at me and disappears into the bedroom. I stare
slack jawed after him as I listen to the shower turn on. As brave as I may be,
I still have to admit to myself that Brooks is more man than I’ve ever taken
on. What if he
is
too
much for me? There’s only one way to find out, I suppose. Tentatively, I make
my way across the suite, ever closer to the sound of running water. Kassie and
Kelly won’t be back for hours. This is our moment.

I sidle into Brooks’ bedroom and spot steam spilling out of
the cracked bathroom door. Padding across the room, I will my heart to calm
down. It’s beating madly with nervousness and desire, as unreliable a compass
as ever. Pausing outside the bathroom door, I take a moment to check in with my
body, my gut, the only true guide I have. It turns out my body isn’t confused
at all. It knows exactly what it wants, and it wants Caleb Brooks.

A warm wash of steam rolls over me as I step into the
spa-like bathroom. The space is enormous and high ceilinged. A marble bath the
size of a small swimming pool is built into the elegant room, but that’s not
where my eyes are drawn to now. Instead, I stare at the articles of discarded
clothing, leading me like breadcrumbs to the standing shower. There, encased in
glass like the work of art he resembles, is Brooks.
All
of Brooks.

His muscular back is turned to me as he runs his hands
through those dark curls of his hair. His broad shoulders ripple with power,
his tapered waist giving way to the finest, firmest ass I’ve ever seen. Even
his calves stand out in hard relief, carved and sculpted from hours of physical
labor. I close the door with a snap behind me, and the sound catches Brooks’
attention. I hold my breath as he swings that gorgeous body around.

I’m frozen where I stand as I take in the sight of him. His
firm, inked pecs, the perfectly cut abs that trail down his torso, the crooked
smile fixed on his perfect lips...and the rock hard, staggering length between
his legs. I stare unabashedly at his full, rigid manhood, standing at attention
after our encounter just moments ago. I’ve never seen such an enormous, such a
downright gorgeous member in my entire life. I didn’t even think it was
possible to find a cock beautiful. And yet...

“There you are,” he says from behind the glass. Rivulets of
water cascade down his perfect body as I look on in wonder.

“Here I am,” I say softly.

“Get in here, Red,” Brooks urges, “the water’s great.”

I swallow hard, forcing my feet to move forward. I’ve never
done anything like this before. I’ve never even slept with a guy on a first
date. But I’ve also never really gone after a man I wanted. There’s a first
time for anything, I guess.

My eyes are fixed on Brooks’ body as I approach. “You’re
fucking perfect...” I breathe.

“If you think so, that makes two of us,” he laughs.

“Yeah right,” I smile nervously, “I’m anything but perfect,
Brooks.”

He fixes me with an intent stare through the fogged up
glass. “If that’s what you think, you’re crazy,” he says.

I shrug, embarrassed by his praise and unsure of how to
proceed. My mind is fogging like the pane of glass that separates us. I can’t
think straight when Brooks is right in front of me without a stitch on his
body.

“Strip for me, Red,” he urges.

“Strip?!” I exclaim. “You want me to—?”

“What else are you gonna do, come in here fully clothed?” he
laughs. “That’ll make what I have planned for us pretty difficult.”

I bit my lip, catching the hem of my tank with trembling
fingers. I should feel silly, or self-conscious, I suppose. I’ve never stripped
for a man before, not like this. But Brooks isn’t any man. And under the guise
of Keira Campbell, maybe I have the courage to do what he asks...

“All right,” I breathe, drawing my tank top over my head,
here goes—”

“Brooks?” a low voice calls from the main suite. “Dude, are
you here?”

“Holy shit!” I squeak, letting my shirt fall back into
place. “Is that Declan?!”

“I think so,” Brooks shrugs, eyes fixed on my body, “so
what?”

“So what?” I exclaim, looking frantically between Brooks and
the bathroom door.

“You’re still new to this life, Keira,” Brooks smiles, “but
you’ll find in time that we’re not too shy around here.”

I whip around as the bathroom door opens, and Declan Tiberi
strolls on in. He takes in the sight of Brooks in the shower, and me just about
to hop in. But just as Brooks predicted, he doesn’t even bat an eye.

“Oh,” he says, unsurprised, “hey Keira.”

“H-hey Declan,” I manage to say, “I’ll just, uh, wait for
you guys outside.”

“You cock-blocking sonofabitch,” Brooks mutters to Declan
and I hurry past.

“You’ll survive,” I hear Declan say before I close the door.
“I need you at the clubhouse this afternoon. We’ve got chapel.”

I lean heavily against the doorframe, chest heaving. All
that tension, all that desire, derailed so that Declan could tell Brooks about
a
meeting?

We were
this
close. I guess the best things in life come to those who wait. But who would
have thought that waiting a whole day to be with someone would feel like far
too long? My body’s decided what it wants, even if my heart and mind are
confused. If anything, Declan’s interruption just proved how urgent that
wanting really is.

“Thanks, Tiberi. I
guess
,”
I mutter to myself.

Forget the fact that we just met, and the fact that I’m
masquerading as someone else. The greatest obstacle to me and Brooks right now
might just be finding a moment alone.

Against all odds, I start to adjust to my new way of life as
the days go by. I wake up, ignore whatever plaintive texts or emails Milo has
sent during the night, pour some kibble into The Mayor’s bowl, and head out the
door. I’ve given up trying to dress differently for my two selves’
very
different jobs.
Whether I’m heading to the FBI field office or the CrowdedNest home base, I opt
for jeans, a fitted tank or tee, and blown out hair. And if I happen to be
swinging by the Forty-Five club after work, a smudge of red lipstick, some
heels, and a neckline tugged low quickly complete my look.

I log a few good hours of investigation into CrowdedNest
each and every day, but the result is always the same. No matter how deep I
dig, I can’t find a speck of dirt. Kassie and Kelly have set up an organized,
efficient, and utterly wholesome site. If websites could be considered for
sainthood, this one would be a shoo-in. There are no traces of malware, no
evidence that the girls are skimming off the top of donations to their elderly
clients. By all appearances, this operation is exactly what it looks like to
the untrained eye: an excellent idea for a startup that benefits people all
over the country.

And that’s why this whole thing doesn’t make any damn sense.

Mitchell is as puzzled by the lack of incriminating evidence
as I am. Based on the anonymous tips the FBI received about CrowdedNest, he
expected there to be all kinds of fishy (and phish-y) things going on with the
site.

“At least we have hard evidence that the site is sharing
funds with the MC’s, right?” my boss says as we wrap up another meeting, about
a week into my investigation. He, Bruno and I have spent the last hour or so
laying all our evidence out on the table to underwhelming effect.

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” I point out, hopping onto
the conference table beside him. “It’s more a matter of who’s investing in
what. Tiberi invested in CrowdedNest, Kassie invested in the Dante’s Nine auto
shop, Kelly and Leo each invested in the Devil’s Playpen porn company...the
clubs are too smart to have war chests, so to speak.”

“Then we’ll just have to nail them on something else,” Bruno
cuts in, his brow furrowed. “Clearly, you’re not going to be of any use on the
digital front. I’m going to have to get one of the Devil’s Playpen girls to
talk.”

“And what if the girls don’t have anything to say?” I ask.
“What if the strip club and porn company are as well-run as the website?”

“You clearly don’t know much about strip clubs or porn
sites,” Bruno grins at me.

“I know that you haven’t found any evidence of illegal
activity,” I shoot back, “and you’ve been working your angle a whole lot longer
than I’ve been working mine. Maybe it’s time for us to consider the possibility
that there’s nothing to see here.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Bruno sneers. “If these assholes
aren’t technically doing anything wrong, you get to keep up your biker chick
charade. None of them have to find out you’re an agent. You can keep knocking
around with your slutty girlfriends and that thug you’ve taken a liking to.”

“Excuse me?” I snap, damning the blush that creeps into my
cheeks.

“Don’t play dumb,” Bruno says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve
clearly got a little schoolgirl crush on that Brooks character.”

“What makes you say that?” I ask, deflecting his accusation.

“Let’s see,” Bruno goes on, “you stumbled upon the identity
of a brand new member of Dante’s Nine, but all you’ve told us about him is a
name and the color of his eyes. You’re totally disinterested in investigating
his criminal past. And you spend as much time at the CrowdedNest offices as
possible—which, as you’ve told us, is also Brooks’ bachelor pad for the time
being. I’m a federal agent, Girlie. I know how to put two and two together.”

“Is Bruno right?” Mitchell asks, raising an eyebrow, “Are
you really getting involved with Brooks?”

I look back and forth between the agents. How can I even
answer that? I’m wildly attracted to Brooks, and live for the times we get to
sneak off and steal some steamy moments. I’ve seen him naked, he’s seen me
close to it. We’ve been hooking up all week, but still haven’t managed to do
the deed...
yet
. He’s
all I think about, all I dream about, all I want. And he’s absolutely wild for
me, too.