Bounty (71 page)

I
wasn't
sure what to expect when I told Eve to slut it up. For a second, I almost thought she might slap me again, with the look she gave me. But then she just smiled and said okay, and that I should pick her up from home when I was ready to head to the club. She needed time to go shopping and change.

She didn’t disappoint.

When she opened the door, I had a hard time keeping my mouth closed. Aside from the couple of times we've fucked, I’m pretty accustomed to seeing my assistant covered up. She tends to wear power suits to the office, and even that first night at the club, she was wearing what I would describe as business casual. The second time I saw her she was in sweats and an old t-shirt, and after that, she was in jeans and blouse. Modesty seemed to be her thing.

Now, though, she took the request to slut it up pretty damn literally. The top she’s wearing is barely containing her sizable tits, leaving her flat belly completely exposed. Below that, she’s wearing a red, faux leather skirt. I’m not sure exactly what it’s made of, but it’s tight and it’s short. And then, to top it off, she’s wearing what I like to call “fuck me” boots. They’re black, shiny, and extend all the way up to her knees.

“Holy crap,” I say without thinking. A smile spreads across her gorgeous face, although I barely notice as that’s the last stop my eyes make. She’s wearing more makeup than normal, as well—a lot of eyeliner and red lipstick that not only matches her skirt, but seems to make her lips look fuller and plumper. I immediately think back to how they felt around my cock that first time we met, and I’m tempted to not bother going to the club at all and trying to see if I can talk her into a repeat performance.

“So, this was what you had in mind?”

“Better,” I reply, reaching out to touch the side of her stomach. She swats my hand away with a laugh.

“I thought I was supposed to be your pretend girlfriend, and we were going to the club to meet your friends. We don’t have to start the act until we get there.”

I raise my eyebrow at her. Does she really expect me to keep my hands off of her when she’s looking like this? We did kiss the other day, and although I was planning on pretending like it never happened, she clearly wanted to talk about it earlier, which means she hasn’t put it out of her mind. But fine. If she wants to wait until people are watching before she lets me touch her, we can play that game.

“Then let’s not waste time getting there,” I say, stepping out of the way so she can exit her apartment and lock her door. “And don’t refer to yourself as my girlfriend, if you want to fit in. That’s civilian talk. You’re my ol’ lady.”

“What the hell is an old lady?” Her nose is cute when she wrinkles it in disgust. “That sounds demeaning.”

“Welcome to the world of the MC. Better get used to it if you want to hang with this crew.” I turn and walk toward the elevator, leading her down to my bike, ignoring the little snort she makes behind me.

T
he trip
to the club took longer than expected, since Eve had never ridden on a bike before. She was tentative at first, and didn’t even know how to get on or sit properly. Then once we finally started moving, she held on to me so tightly that I could barely breathe or maneuver enough to properly turn. But after about ten minutes, she began to relax. The rumbling between her legs probably helped with that. Most women I’ve taken for rides claim that’s the best part.

“How’d you like that?” I ask after she takes off her helmet and shakes out her long, dirty-blonde hair. She’s wearing it down today, and it looks fabulous even after having a helmet over it for twenty minutes.

“Intense,” she says, wiggling her hips a bit. Fuck, everything she does turns me on. I’m not sure how realistic the idea of having her around me all the time while not screwing the hell out of her is. She’s convinced me to let her into this world, but how many of my own rules am I going to break for this woman?

Inside, the bar isn't very busy, which is typical for a Monday night. But what it lacks in actual customers, it makes up for in Soldiers. There are at least a dozen of our crew scattered around, most of them centered on the corner with the pool table where they usually hang out. I guide Evelyn over to them and introduce her as Eve to the men that haven’t met her yet. Ripper is noticeably absent, but that’s more of a relief. I don’t need to deal with his shit tonight.

Most of them have a pretty hard time keeping their eyes off of her many exposed body parts, and I’m surprised at how much that annoys me. Staring at pretty women is second nature to these guys—to me, as well, so it’s not like I should have expected any different.

Even more surprising is how well Eve is taking it. She seems to be drinking in the attention, and laughing at the coarse remarks just as well as Jez ever did. Then I remember what she said to Snake on Saturday. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, after all.

A quick glance at my VP tells me he hasn’t forgotten, either. He’s staring at her lips, probably imagining what they would feel like wrapped around his own cock. With the way she's got them painted, who can blame him. But it still pisses me off, so I decide to step away for a moment and collect myself before I say or do something that will seem out of character. After all, I’ve never cared before when any of these guys hit on any of the girls I’ve slept with, so I shouldn’t start now.

Then again, I’ve also never introduced any of them as my ol’ lady.

“I’m getting a drink. You want to come and get one too?”

“No, but you can bring me back a beer,” Eve says, barely turning to look at me. “I’m just getting to know the club here. They might miss me if I leave so soon.”

“Hell yeah, we would,” growls Maximus. He’s a big man, whose appetite for pussy is almost as big as his appetite for food. I shoot him a glare that he totally doesn’t see, his eyes far too distracted by Eve’s ass. I really need that drink.

“Fine, just watch yourself with these bunch. Some of them don't know how to keep their hands to themselves. But they better learn pretty quick.” I direct this last comment at Maximus, who is already touching Eve’s waist and I can see his fingers starting to drift toward the ass he’d been eyeing. He pulls away and looks at me with a guilty grin that I can barely see behind his big, dark beard.

“I’m not sharing this one, boys,” I remind them one last time before striding over to the bar. I better not leave her alone too long. Eve has more confidence than she should with this group, although I do appreciate the effort to fit in. She’s doing a much better job at it than I expected.

I watch from the bar as I wait for my beers, but even once I get them, I don’t hurry back. Eve is holding her own with these guys more so than I’ve ever seen a woman manage before. Every one of them is part of the group talking to her, their pool game abandoned, and shouts of laughter coming from each as they talk. There are still a lot of roving eyes, and I can see at least one of the Soldiers whose hands are hovering around her ass as he likely weighs the pros and cons between copping a feel and potentially answering to me for it later.

She’s fitting in with the crew much easier than I thought she would, which makes me contemplate another positive to this whole arrangement that I hadn’t considered before. Sure, it’s definitely going to help having someone that I can talk to and that can ease the burden of my double life from an abstract point of view, but maybe she can help more concretely as well. Her value as an EA at Piston is clear, but I didn’t think about her value on this side of the equation.

Maybe she can be a second set of eyes. Maybe I’m too close, which is why I haven’t been able to root out the real instigators against me from the ones that are just unhappy with change. If Eve gets friendly enough with these guys, maybe she’ll be able to spot something I’ve missed. Maybe she’ll be able to identify who it is leading the hidden charge against me.

Watching her talk with the guys, flirt with them, make them laugh, it stirs a feeling inside of me that is foreign and takes a few moments to identify. Once I do, I can’t deny the truth of it, regardless of how annoying the feeling is. I’m jealous.

“Here’s your beer,” I interrupt, thrusting it at Eve with a bit more force than is necessary. She doesn’t even notice. She just takes it and continues talking to Zane, her hand resting lightly on the leather cuff of his jacket. I’m sure she means it innocently, or at least, as harmless flirtation, but Zane’s eyes keep drifting down to it as they speak. He is obviously reading it as more.

“Found yourself a winner here,” says Maximus. He takes another swig of his beer and some of it dribbles down his beard and onto his shirt. As usual, he’s already well on his way to being three sheets to the wind. “No wonder you haven’t been around much lately. Fuck, if Eve here was my ol’ lady, I probably would never bring her around this bunch.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Introducing her to you fucks was probably a mistake.” I say it with a smile, but there’s a gruffness in my voice that Eve notices and she gives me a look, her hand slipping off of Zane’s wrist.

“Zane here was just telling me about some modifications he’s made to his motorcycle that he wanted to show me. I’m not sure how good of an audience I would be for that, though, since I don’t know a lot about bikes.”

“Oh, was he, now?” I shoot a glare at Zane, which he doesn’t seem to notice. I have a pretty good idea what kind of parts he might have added to his hog, and seeing that right now would probably throw this night into fucking chaos. “Well you might have to take a rain check on that. I want to show you the rest of the club.”

“Haha, didn't you already give her the private tour of your office last week?” laughs Snake. “Don’t be fooled, Eve. Bash just wants another piece of that hot ass of yours.”

I laugh, but he’s not entirely wrong. Seeing Eve flirt with all of these guys is making me want to drag her to the back and mark her as if I’m an animal staking my claim. What the hell has gotten into me? We’re supposed to just be pretending to date. She isn’t really mine. She doesn’t want to date her boss again, and I was stupid enough to take on that role.

“There’s more than just my office back there,” I counter, feeling more defensive than I should. “That’s just the only thing that Eve got to see last time.”

“Yeah, and even then it was probably just a close-up view of the top of your desk, right?” All the guys laugh this time, and although I feel my fist clench, Eve joins in.

“Come to think of it, you're right. I did get a very good view of that. But I’m always up for taking a second look, if that’s what Bash wants to show me.” She slips her arm through mine, giving it a squeeze. “It’s been fun, boys, but my man wants some alone time, and I’m sure you all know what that means. We’ll try to keep it down, though. Wouldn’t want this little meeting of yours to turn into a circle jerk…”

My eyes widen, but all the guys throw their heads back and laugh raucously. Eve continues to amaze me.

Despite what I had said about wanting to show her the back of the club, I steer her back to my office. Watching her flirt with the other guys while she wore next to nothing has left me burning with desire, and I can’t continue to ignore it. As soon as the door closes, I grab Eve’s arm and pull her against me into a kiss.

She returns it, but then pushes back from me after few moments. “Wait,” she protests. “I thought we weren’t going to do this.”

“That was your rule, not mine.” I press my lips back against her as my hands run along the sides of her body. The flesh of her bare stomach is soft and warm. Rules were made to be broken, after all.

Her mouth opens to let my tongue slide in and for a few more moments she seems to melt into me, but then stops again.

“Right… it’s my rule. I can’t do this, Bash. I’ve been down this road before. Look where getting involved with Edward got me.”

I run my hand up along her body and cups one of her tits, squeezing it as I realize for the first time that she isn’t wearing a bra. My cock is hard instantly. “I’m not Edward.”

I can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and I know it’s not because she’s scared. She licks her lips as she looks at me, the indecision on her face as clear as if it were written there with a sharpie.

“I can’t…”

“You can,” I say. “I want you Eve. More than I’ve wanted anyone, ever. You know both sides of my life and you actually accept them. That’s been the one thing I’ve been missing my whole life. You’re smart, you fit in wherever you go. And you’re fucking gorgeous.” I run my thumb across her nipple and then bend my head down to kiss her on the neck. She tilts her head back to give me more access.

“Bash…” Her protests are getting weaker, and her hands are now running along my back, tracing my muscles lightly with her nails.

I meant what I said, though. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. I’ve never felt jealous or upset at just seeing someone I was with talking to other men. I think about her when she’s not around, and the idea of letting her into my lives have been a huge relief to me ever since I made it.

“I thought we were just pretending,” she pants.