I get a text from Filip the next day telling me he's on his way home. I'm dancing around my living room as I rush to get to work. I know he is gonna head there first. I take extra care getting dressed making sure I wear a pair of cute capri's and a tight TM tank top. My tattoos stand out in contrast.
Gemma laughs at me as I practically skip to the counter and get to work. The guys slowly trickle in and we're not too busy. A couple of hours pass and I see a white delivery truck pull in. Juice jumps out of the driver seat and a little red head steps out of the passenger side. Kip freezes to watch her. The two stare at each other before Clay grabs her arm, pulling her to the side. I can tell from the interaction they know each other. Half-Sack's face falls and he looks down. The pieces start to fall together. Gemma is watching from her office. When Half-Sack steps into the office, the door slams behind him.
The sound of an approaching bike catches my attention and Filip flies into the parking lot. I drop what I'm doing and jog out to the parking lot as he gets off his bike. Clay gets to him first and shakes his hand. I rush over and leap on him, much to the dismay of my uncle.
"Just cuz I didn't kill him yet, doesn't mean I won't." He gives us a gruff look as we kiss.
"Aye, it'd be worth it old man." Filip laughs as he puts me down. The guys have pretty much gotten used to us by now. It almost feels normal.
"Well before you get him killed, I'm gonna take him inside." I pout at my uncle's words.
Gemma storms out of the office a few minutes after Half-Sack. She leaves in her car without a word. He heads into the clubhouse to fix the toilet. I get back to work. I don't look up when the cars pull in but I hear a couple of the guys in the shop mumble. Several cars pull up, including our own David Hale. Half-Sack steps out of the clubhouse and stops when he sees the group. He turns and runs back inside. I go straight to the office.
The guys come out of the clubhouse as the police officers and what look to be feds get out of their cars. They exchange a few words and my mouth drops open as they slap cuffs on Clay. I go to open the door handle and stop. We stay out of club business; let the guys deal with it.
Filip comes into the garage after the cops pull out. Three of them stay at the gate. I step out of the office and into his arms.
"All right?" I ask.
"We will be." He reassures me. "You?"
I don't get to answer before Jaxson marches over
"I need you to close up and get outta here as soon as you can." He rubs my arm. "Come on Chibs, we gotta talk."
"I gotta finish up paperwork quick and then I'll head out." I reassure them.
Filip gives me a quick kiss before jogging off after Jaxson. Lowell helps me shut the place down and I go into the office for a few minutes.
I rush through my work and head home.
The next day when I get to the garage, most of the guys are there already. Filip meets me at the car when I pull in. My heart skips a beat. We haven't seen each other alone since he got back from his run. My body ached for him.
"Baby girl I fucking missed ya." He spins me around before setting me gently back down.
I push myself up on my toes and lean in for a kiss. He reaches down and grabs my legs to wrap them around him. Some of the other guys hoot and holler at the show he's putting on. It's easy to ignore them as I run my fingers through his hair. He breaks the kiss and holds me close.
The sight of Lowell dressed in ring gear catches my attention.
"What's goin on?" I ask.
"Trainin. Come on over." He tells me.
We walk over to the boxing ring and Lowell steps in with Half-Sack. Filip coaches him from the side as I talk with Bobby and Tig. Clay pulls up and yells at us for slacking off. Lowell rushes back to the garage and I follow.
I don't realize Jaxson is following me until I stop.
"I need a favor Baby Bree." He starts
"I ain't babysitting the slut." I tell him. "Besides, I don't want Half-Sack at my house all the time."
"Nah, I want you to swing by the hospital, check on Tara for me." He looks down at his feet.
"You sure you want me to? You know we don't get along that well." I protest.
"Yeah you. I need someone I can trust." He is serious, not trying to charm me into it.
"Fine but I'm gone if she's her usual bitchy self." He still doesn't look up at me. "What's going on? Is it that guy?"
"You seen him?" I nod. "It's her ex, he's stalkin her."
I shuffle my feet a little and pull out my keys. He smiles at me and gives me a quick hug before I leave. I blow a kiss to Filip before getting in my car.
I get to the hospital quick. Tara's car is in the parking lot. I rush through the doors. Tara's at the nurse's station. She sees me standing there and gives me an odd look. I nod toward the waiting room and she meets me there.
"You ok?" I ask her. "Jax asked me to make sure you were."
"Yeah, I'm fine. He told you?" She asks. I read the fear on her face.
"I ain't gonna say anything." I try to reassure her. "That's why he asked me to stop by. He knows I won't."
She turns away for a minute. We used to be pretty close; it's easy to forget when I'm mad at her. I look at my hands.
"Why'd ya come back Tara? I just need to know." I almost whisper it.
"I didn't come back for him, if that's what you're asking. This offer came up and it was right after all the crap with Joshua. It just felt like a good idea." She explains.
"And now?" I ask. She just shrugs her shoulders, not commenting. I don't like the silence.
"Just call him if you need something." I tell her before leaving again.
I rush home to get ready for the fights. As I step out of the bathroom from my shower, Filip is leaning against the counter in my kitchen. I jump a little at the sight of him, not expecting him to be there. He grins at me and pushes himself away from the counter behind him. I slowly drop the towel I have wrapped around me before he reaches me.
"We got some time." He whispers before leaning down and kissing me. I pull him into the bedroom and shut the door. We hadn't seen each other for a few days with everything going on.
"I thought there was some rule about no pussy before a fight?" I question him.
"I ain't steppin in a ring sweetheart. For a coach it's plenty of pussy before a fight." He tackles me against the bed and begins covering my neck and chest in rough, hungry kisses.
A thrill ripples through my body and I reach for the buttons on his shirt. He helps, hurrying to get it off. As I reach for his belt, he grabs me roughly, rolling me over on top of him as he lies down. I reach down and kiss him as he kicks his jeans off. There's no tenderness or patience, just pure need and adrenaline. I'm dizzy and breathless as he glides into me. I sit up on top of him, grinding and rolling my hips into him as he grips my thighs. I dig my nails into his chest leaving bright red scratches and he growls a little.
His hands slide up my thighs, slowing at my hips before reaching my breasts. I move faster when he pulls me toward him, taking each of my nipples between his lips for equal attention. His name comes out in a loud moan as I come undone on top of him, slamming into him one last time. I collapse against his chest and my body convulses. He holds me tight for a few seconds before rolling back over on top of me without pulling out.
I arch my back into the bed as he pushes my leg up as far as it will go, allowing him deeper access. He wastes no time, thrusting into me with a hurried and crazy rhythm. In no time, I'm shuddering in another orgasm, this time setting him off as well. He lets go of my leg and lies down on my bare chest, breathing heavily. I brush his hair out of his face lightly.
He looks up at me and I smile, satisfied. He rolls to the side, leaning over me for a gentle kiss. His hand rests lightly on my stomach, sending a wave of butterflies through it.
"We better get ready." I tell him when I break the kiss. He groans as I push him away from me. He doesn't move as he watches me get dressed.
"I'm not sure I can have you comin with me lookin like that. I gotta concentrate." He says as I slip on a loose black short skirt and a black halter top scooped low in the back. I pull my hair into a messy bun and sit on the edge of the bed to put on my tall boots.
"You don't want me wearing these?" I ask him and he watches me lace them up.
"Yer gonna kill me girlie. You know that?" He asks, sitting up to kiss me.
"I got one more surprise for you old man." I stand up and slowly slip my panties off from under my skirt. I tuck them in his pants pocket.
"Yer evil." He says, standing up from the bed.
"Punish me?" I tease him playfully.
He spins me around and lifts my skirt up. I press my ass against him and can tell he's already hard. He pushes me down on the bed in front of me and brings his hand across my ass cheek, leaving a slight stinging feeling. I instantly feel a pull in my stomach. He reaches up and unties the back of my top. He runs his hand lightly down my spine before I feel another slap. This time I moan.
He rubs his hand down the back of my thigh and back up the inside. I can already feel myself respond to his touch. He runs a finger over my wet slit and I sigh into the mattress, burying my face.
"Again?" He asks. I look over my shoulder with a smile.
"Please baby?" I ask him, wiggling my ass at him.
He pulls my skirt down to cover my ass again and steps away from me. I stand up and turn to face him, an angry look on my face and he laughs at me.
"We can't be late sweetheart." He tells me as he pulls his pants on. "Just remember, I'm old. I know how to tease too."
I glare at him and walk past him to the living room, his laughter follows me.