Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?” Romeo pretended he wasn’t looking at her in the same way he was looking at the chili. As if she was edible and he was a starved man.

Maddie circled her spoon in the air at the same level at his face. “I can’t tell if you’re in shock that I can cook or if you’re going to launch yourself across the table to eat me instead.”

“Maybe it’s both.” He shoved another generous spoonful into his mouth. “If you want a new job, got a spot for you in Dick’s kitchen.”

She huffed, “I have a career already and it’s not as a line cook.”

“Could be temporary ’til you find somethin’ better.”

“So, about that…”

“Shoulda walked out when I did.”

“Well, I know this is a difficult concept for you to understand, but let me explain it, anyway… I don’t belong to you, so I don’t have to follow your orders. ”

She didn’t have to wear his cut for him to want to protect her. “No reason to stay in that fuckin’ job, woman, and keep lettin’ him abuse you.”

“Did you only come over to rehash this? If so, I’m going to tell you, you made things tense for me at work today. I told you to stay out of it and you didn’t. I could’ve gotten fired. I’m sure Roger seriously considered it. Oh wait. You know how I know that he did? He told me at least a half dozen times that I’m ‘lucky’ he didn’t fire me.”

That asshole needed to be taught a lesson… More like Smith needed a beat down. “Worried about you.”

“Don’t be. I’ve survived working there for over a year now. How he acts isn’t new. He’s been like this from the start. Anyway, it’s not only me, he treats everyone like shit. It’s the whole reason there’s a high turnover rate.”

“Surprised nobody snapped and cut the bitch.”

She raised both eyebrows at him. “Could it be because doing so is illegal? In case you’re unaware, stabbing someone is a crime, being an asshole isn’t…” Her lips twitched. “Or you’d be doing life behind bars.”

Once again, she had jokes. “You sayin’ I’m an asshole?”

“Am I wrong? Didn’t you say that men are dicks?”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Luckily,” she continued, “I’m used to dealing with men with egos bigger than a hot air balloon.”

“You been in one?” He’d need to be knocked the fuck out first before stepping into what looked like a wicker picnic basket attached to a huge balloon that couldn’t be steered or stopped.

Fuck that shit.

“No, but bikers tend to be full of hot air.”

“Ain’t blowin’ any hot air. You give me the okay to rough that motherfucker up in a dark alley one night, gonna do that.”

“I’d prefer you avoid committing crimes on my behalf.”

“Just sayin’.”

“While I appreciate your dedication to being my personal Batman, I’m good, Rome. If you go to prison, don’t expect me to visit.”

“Wouldn’t even put any scratch on my books?”

“Nope.”

He raised one eyebrow. “No conjugal visits?”

She shook her head. “Definitely not.”

“Not even a phone call?”

Using the universal hand sign for a phone, she placed it to her ear. “New phone, who dis?”

He almost spat out his mouthful of chili. Wasting any of it would be the true crime.

The woman had a sense of humor, was smart, could cook, was more than easy on the eyes, responsive as fuck in bed and knew the MC life…

She’d be perfect if he was looking for someone to wear his cut.

He wasn’t. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy some of those assets on the list.

Even though Smith didn’t fire her… “What happened after I left?”

“I was written up. Again.”

What the fuck? “For what?”

“Making a mess out on the floor. With both the peach,” she bugged out her eyes at him, “and you.”

“Wrote you up. That it?”

“He also docked my pay.”

He fucking did what? “Can he do that?”

“He can do whatever he wants since he owns the place. I’ve been told many times that if I don’t like the way he runs things, I can leave.”

Romeo agreed that she should leave. “You should.”

“Thanks for confirming where you stand,” she raised a finger and added, “on something that doesn’t concern you.”

With his jaw tight, he closed his eyes and pulled in a breath. He wasn’t backing off on this. But he realized in the future, he’d need to keep both his thoughts and actions about it secret.

“Heartburn?”

“Not from the chili,” he muttered.

“Is it because I won’t kowtow to you?”

“Kowtow? That some kinda new sexual fetish I don’t know about? ‘Cause I’m game for new shit.”

Her spoon scraped the bottom of her bowl as she finished the last of her chili. “For most bikers, it’s not a new fetish.”

This was news to him. “It involve bondage or somethin’?”

“Sort of. But not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Fuckin’ explain, then.”

She shrugged and set her spoon in her now empty bowl. “Bikers tend to like their women submissive. They want them to do whatever they say.”

He stared at her. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? You might not know any of the Knights’ ol’ ladies, but you damn well know the Fury’s and probably most of the Angels’. How many of their ol’ ladies are fuckin’ submissive? How many of them talk back to their ol’ man?”

He was spitting out facts she couldn’t deny. The only ol’ lady he knew was truly submissive to her man was Syn. But that was more of a sexual dynamic between the two. “Even Dodge don’t stop Syn from havin’ an opinion and sharin’ it. So, not sure where you get that submissive bullshit. ”

“What about the sweet butts? They have to do what any of you demand.”

“But they ain’t…” It was probably better if they dropped this conversation. He wanted to get laid tonight. If this discussion went sideways, that might not happen.

“Aren’t what?” she prodded. “Women with valid thoughts and feelings?”

“No one’s forcin’ anyone to be a goddamn sweet butt. Their choice. They don’t like it, they can leave.”

The second she tipped her head to the side and raised her eyebrows at him, he realized he fell into her trap.

“Boy, that ultimatum sounds familiar. But they don’t leave, do they? Why?”

“‘Cause they wanna be there. It ain’t a fuckin’ career. If they were abused, they’d?—”

She cut him off with, “Skull fucking them to the point of tears running down their faces, snot coming out of their nose while gagging isn’t abuse?”

“They…” Fuck. He scraped his fingers through his beard and sighed. “Chili’s damn good.”

She slid her chair back and stood. “Nice deflection.”

He focused on the sway of her hips and the luscious curves of her ass as she walked her dirty dishes over to the sink. When she turned, she noticed him eye-fucking her.

Not that he gave a shit.

He came over to her apartment for two reasons. To find out what happened after he left and to plant his beard between her thighs. If she wasn’t aware of the second reason, she would be soon.

Long gone was the polo shirt with the embroidered “Smith’s” logo above her left tit. Or the nerdy tan pants she wore earlier. Or the plain white sneakers. She had changed into plain cotton shorts that showed off her smooth legs, one of those snug camisoles that framed her tits so perfectly that he wanted to smother himself between them and her pink-tipped toes were bare.

By the time she finished the short walk to his side of the small table, her nipples were poking through the stretchy cotton.

He suddenly lost his taste for the chili and had a hankering for something else.

“Finished?”

The huskiness in her voice made him believe she’d be fully onboard with his after-dinner plans.

When she reached for his partially empty bowl, he scooted back his chair, grabbed her hips, and yanked her into his lap.

Instead of pushing him away, she settled in, hooking an arm over his shoulders and combing her fingers through his thick beard. “I guess you’re finished.”

“Yep. Soon time for dessert.” Especially since his idea of dessert had nothing to do with food.

She shifted. “What’s poking me?”

“My dick?”

“Feels like you have two guns locked and loaded. One in your jeans and one in your cut. Do you always carry?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Because he wasn’t stupid. “Evil lurks everywhere. Bein’ part of the Fury, you should know that.”

“The evil’s lair in Manning Grove was blasted to oblivion.”

That it was. “More than one fuckin’ evil, Maddie. Hell, you work for someone in that category.”

“I thought we were off that subject.”

He squeezed her hip. “We are. Now you’re on my fuckin’ lap and we can talk about the future. Like what’s about to happen in the next few minutes.”

“I need to clean up.” When she shifted again, he had to bite back a groan. Did she grind against his hard-on on purpose?

“Not for me, you don’t.”

“I meant the kitchen.”

“Kitchen can wait. The dick you’re sittin’ on can’t.”

“Aren’t you attached to it?”

“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Has someone ever threatened to cut it off?”

He snorted. He had a long damn list of crazy fucking women who had rolled in and out of his bed. He was damn sure plenty of them wouldn’t hesitate to slice off his dick if given half a chance.

After he moved into Magnum’s old place, he became more cautious about the women he actually allowed in the same bed he slept in. Maddie was one of less than a handful—beside sweet butts—permitted to know where he lived.

If he wasn’t sure about some random, he tended to go to her place or a motel. Or use a back seat. Or the bathroom at Dick’s. Really, all he had to do was open his jeans enough to pull out his dick to get the job done. It was safer not to let them know where he laid his head at night. It also made it easier for him to scrape them off after the hookup.

However, he was in no rush to scrape off the warm, soft woman currently in his lap. If anything, she’d be the one kicking his ass out the door after he made her come.

Shoving his chair back even further, he got a good grip on her ass and surged to his feet. He grinned when she hooked her arms more securely around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist instead of insisting he put her down .

He carried her down the hallway and quickly discovered her place was even smaller than he thought.

“One bedroom?”

“That’s all I need. Why pay for space I’m not going to use? Less to clean, too. And, anyway, your place doesn’t even have one bedroom.”

“Got a loft.”

“Not the same.”

“Less to clean,” he echoed, heading into her bedroom.

She did a snort-laugh. “Right. Like you clean.”

He shrugged. “Less for the sweet butts to clean. Means they can get the job done quickly.” And then get the fuck out of his domain.

She shook her head at his answer.

With his hands still planted on her ass cheeks, he let her slide slowly down his body until she stood on her own two feet, but he didn’t release her. Instead, he dipped his head and held her gaze. “Gonna fuck you.”

A flush hit her cheeks, and a gleam filled her eyes. “I figured.”

“Got fuckin’ jokes about that? You do, get ‘em out now.”

She grinned. “Or forever hold my peace?”

“Good with that.”

“I’m sure you are, since you don’t find my sarcasm funny.”

He slipped one thin strap of her cami off and nibbled across her shoulder. “Tastes better than that damn chili,” he murmured against her skin. “And that shit was the best.”

“Not as spicy?” Her whisper held a shake.

“You still got a fuckin’ bite, though.”

“Are you saying that even though my chili didn’t give you heartburn, I will?”

“Don’t gotta say it, you just did. ”

“No one’s forcing you to be here.”

“You are.”

When she pulled her head back, her eyebrows were pinched together. “How am I forcing you to be here? I didn’t even invite you over.”

He pushed the other strap off her shoulder and dragged his tongue along her collarbone. “‘Cause you’re a goddamn irresistible temptation.”

“Should I apologize?”

“Are we done fuckin’ talkin’ yet?”

“Are you?”