I have to laugh. All my worries about stepping over the line with Brooks have been waved away. I’m free to do as I please with him. As long as I claim it was all for the investigation, it’s fine, whether that’s really true or not. There’s still the matter of coming clean to him as a Fed to deal with, of course. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. If we ever get there, that is.
“I’ll see what I can do, Mitchell,” I grin.
Bruno looks on with distaste, but I can’t be bothered by my fellow undercover agent’s disdain. I’ve just been given a free pass to go after the one man I’ve ever been crazy for.
And that is crazy awesome.
Chapter Twelve
“I can’t stare at this screen anymore,” Kelly groans, burying her face in her hands.
“I think I’ve gone into full zombie mode too,” Kassie sighs, shutting her laptop with a click. “Time to call it a day.”
The three of us have been toiling over the website all day, tweaking the smallest details and optimizing its function. But after this full week of hard work, we’ve made a lot of progress. I’m actually really proud of my contributions to CrowdedNest. Especially now that I know it’s not a secret front for a drug or gun running scheme, or what have you.
“You’ve been an amazing help around here, Keira,” Kassie says, grabbing my hand across the table. “Thank you for busting your ass for us this week.”
“It’s been a pleasure,” I smile, squeezing her fingers gently.
“If you keep up the good work, we may have to discuss making this a full-time thing,” Kelly puts in, “Would you be interested in moving away from being a freelancer? Just in theory, of course.”
A genuine grin of surprise spreads across my face. “I’d love that,” I say, before I can catch myself. As the words escape my lips, I know at once that they’re true. I would love to keep working with these girls, hitting up the MC clubs after work, spending every waking moment living in hope of seeing Brooks walk through the door. I have to remind myself, for the thousandth time, that this is all a lie. In a week, the dream will be over. But I guess I can’t let the girls know that.
“We don’t have to make any decisions just yet,” Kassie says, shooting Kelly a look, “But it’s good to know that you’re interested, Keira. That’s great to hear.”
“Now that that’s cleared up,” Kelly says brightly, “I need a whiskey. Let’s go.”
Just as the last words escape Kelly’s mouth, Brooks appears in his bedroom door. He’s been sleeping off his early shift at the garage—a fact that’s made it rather difficult for me to concentrate fully. One afternoon, while Kelly and Kassie were out of the office, Brooks all but carried me into his room to have his way with me. Of course, my bosses showed up again just as things were about to get serious. I’m not sure what the official term for female blue balls is, but whatever it is, I’m feeling it hard these days.
“You ladies heading out?” Brooks asks. “I’ll keep an eye on Keira for you.”
“No doubt,” Kassie laughs. “We were actually going to head out for a drink.”
“Are we going to the Forty-Five club?” I ask eagerly.
“Let’s try something new tonight,” Kelly suggests, “I know just the place. Come on, girls. I’ll drive tonight.”
“You shouldn’t have to do all the driving by yourself, Kelly,” Brooks says, striding over to our shared desk. “Let me help. I’ll come along, and Keira can ride with me.”
“On...your Harley?” I ask, trying to hide my excited nerves.
“No, on my dragon,” he grins, resting his hands on my slender shoulders. There’s a protective possessiveness in his every touch that’s been growing with each passing day. It’s well known among the club members that I’m Brooks’ girl after hours. If only I could be his girl every hour. But a girl’s got to work—and this girl’s got to work enough for two.
“Whatever Keira wants,” Kassie smiles, linking arms with Kelly and heading for the door, “though I can guess what that might be...”
I grin sheepishly at my new girlfriends. My desire for Brooks is no secret to them. If anything, they’re thrilled that I might land myself a biker boy of my own.
“You two lovebirds can follow me,” Kelly says, leading the way down to the street. Brooks and I trail behind, his hand firmly on the small of my back. He’s told me time and again that’s his favorite part of my body. Though, to be fair, he’s said that about every part of my body by now.
“Have a good night, all,” the doorman says happily as we pass.
Oh, I plan to, I think to myself, letting Brooks lead the way outside.
Kassie and Kelly slide into the Prius that’s parked before the high rise. With a wicked grin, Brooks tows me over to an enormous, impressive piece of machinery standing at the curb. He waves an arm before the spotless Harley, pride gleaming in his green eyes.
“Your chariot,” he says, handing me a half-shell helmet.
“Don’t think I’m lame,” I say, slipping the helmet onto my hair, “But I’ve never been on one of these before.”
“Another first of yours I get to take?” he says, letting his hand slide over my ass. “Sounds good to me.”
“Can you two quit pawing each other for a second so we can go?” Kelly calls out the car window, “Mama needs a drink!”
Brooks swings a denim-clad leg over the powerful machine and looks expectantly over his shoulder at me. Screwing up my courage as best I can, I lower myself onto the seat behind him. Here goes nothing.
“Hold on tight,” Brooks commands, grabbing my arms and placing them firmly around his muscled torso. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I take as much of him as I can in my arms, resting my cheek against the smooth leather of his cut. I’m pressed against the Dante’s Nine sigil emblazoned on his back, fighting off the lingering guilt I feel at supposing that maybe MC’s aren’t total packs of heathens after all.
Kelly and Kassie take off down the strip, and Brooks cranks the Harley’s engine to life. I’m taken totally off guard as the mighty machine begins to vibrate between my legs. The life contained in this vehicle is mind-blowing. I lean forward on the leather seat, amazed by how good it feels to have this much power clenched between my thighs. Though if I get my way tonight, I’ll have a whole different kind of might wrapped up in my legs.