Calling the Biker's Bluff (Dogs of Fire MC: Savannah Chapter Book 7) Page 14

  Gripping my hip with one hand, he slammed into me, matching the motion of his finger with his hips as they thrust.

  “Oh, god!” I squeaked.

  “You okay?” he bit out, slowing his movement.

  “Don’t stop!” I growled, and he moved faster, slamming into me harder and harder until my body exploded around him.

  He wasn’t far behind me, his dick pulsing inside of me for a few seconds before he slid out of me and turned me to face him. “So, my baby likes anal.”

  I laughed. “Your baby loves anal. That needs to happen more often.”

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “I love exploring your body, Loh. Thank you for trusting me.”

  “Thank you for being willing to get dirty.”

  He grinned. “Jesus, any fuckin’ day. We only have one body and I want to find out what yours loves and make it zing.”

  I tugged on his beard. “Are you into feet?”

  “Not particularly. Are you?”

  “No,” I breathed out in relief. “But if you were, I’d work with that.”

  He chuckled. “I will never ask you to stick your big toe in my ass.”

  “Well, if that changes, you let me know.”

  He kissed me again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Love you, Easy.”

  “Love you back, baby.”

  We finished our shower, then toweled off and fell into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

  * * *

  The next morning, Otter woke me just after ten, and after I muttered a few choice curse words toward my brother’s morning fetish, I forced myself out of bed.

  I showered quickly, then pulled my hair into a messy bun and joined Otter in the kitchen where he had a large mug of coffee waiting for me. “I love you,” I whispered to the caffeine delivery system.

  “Me or the coffee?” Otter asked.

  “Huh?” I looked up at him and he laughed.

  “Coffee gets your affection this morning. Got it.” Otter kissed the top of my head, then pulled bacon, eggs, and hash browns out of the fridge. “You hungry?”

  “I’m starved,” I said, and sat at the island. “Do you want help?”

  “She asks as she plants her ass in a stool, cradling her coffee like it’s a newborn baby.” He grinned. “You really want to help?”

  “Nope.”

  “Didn’t think so,” he retorted. “I got this. You can make dinner.”

  I grinned. “Deal.”

  “Meow.”

  I glanced down and found Sneezles weaving his body around my stool.

  “Hey, kitty. You’ve made yourself at home, I see,” I crooned, patting my lap. My cat jumped up and tried to sniff my coffee. I pulled him closer, stroking his back. “Not for you, Sneezles.”

  He immediately sneezed before meowing again.

  “I stocked up on food for him,” Otter said. “It’s in the pantry.”

  “Thanks, honey.” I set the cat on the ground and made my way into the pantry where I found bowls and Sneezles’ favorite food. “Are you planning for a zombie apocalypse?” I called out as I dropped food into Sneezles’ bowl.

  Otter chuckled and I left the pantry, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around him. “Thanks, Easy.”

  He flipped the eggs, then leaned down to kiss me. “You’re welcome.”

  “Otter, some guy’s at the gate for you,” Stump called over the radio. “Says his name’s Beau.”

  Otter smiled at me. “Do we let him in?”

  I bit my lip. “Can I say no?”

  “Yep.”

  “Let him in.” I sighed. “Otherwise, he might try to shoot his way in.”

  “He’s approved,” Otter said over the radio and I gave him a gentle squeeze.

  “I’ll go meet him,” I said, and Otter shook his head.

  “Not how this works, Loh.”

  “He’s my brother, honey, not someone you have to protect me from.”

  “That’s debatable.”

  “Well, then maybe you should show me some of your Jiu Jitsu moves so if he tries anything, I’ll be able to defend myself.”

  “The point is to make you so protected, you don’t have to defend yourself.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing we’re on your turf, then,” I said. “There’s no way he can hurt me here.”

  Otter raised an eyebrow, but I knew I’d won the argument when he let me go without issue, and I made my way to the front, careful to keep the doors closed so Sneezles couldn’t escape.

  I stood on the porch and waited for my brother to drive his giant truck down the road toward me. I have always teased him mercilessly about his penchant for big trucks. I don’t know why. He’s a cowboy through and through, but now that he doesn’t have any horses or a trailer to haul, I didn’t know what he needed a double cabbed, long bed, fancy schmancy, measure my dick pick-up.

  And now he was driving a brand new one. I shook my head and watched as he pulled up and parked, stepping out of the truck and grinning. “Don’t start.”

  “Has your dick shrunk?” I teased. “Is that why you got an even bigger truck?”

  He pulled me in for a bear hug, delivering a noogie for good measure.

  “Ow!” I squealed, punching him in the kidney.

  “Fuck,” he hissed. “I never shoulda showed you that.”

  “Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?” Otter growled and Beau was suddenly on the ground, his hand covering a bloody lip.

  “Easy, it’s okay,” I said, grabbing his arm to keep him from hitting Beau again.

  “Problem?” Doc asked, rushing up the porch steps.

  “No!” I rushed to say. “My brother was just joking around.”

  “You fuckin’ touch your sister like that again, you’re gonna lose an eye,” Otter threatened, squeezing my hand after I slid mine in his while holding his arm with my other. I mean, if he wanted to pull away from me, he could have easily, but he was letting me hold him back.

  “Easy,” I whispered while Beau hauled his ass up off the ground.

  Otter glanced down at me and my brother narrowed his eyes. “Are you laughing?” Beau demanded.

  I snorted, burying my face in Otter’s bicep. “No,” I squeaked.

  Otter grinned, wrapping his arm around me, and pulling me close. “You okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.” I smiled up at him, then focused on my brother. “Let me look at your lip.”

  Beau shook his head. “It’s fine, Shy. It’s already stopped bleeding. More concerned how you’re doin’.”

  “I’m fine,” I said.

  “Come in,” Doc said. “You make coffee?” This question was posed to Otter who nodded, and we walked into the barn as a group, heading straight to the kitchen.

  My brother pulled an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to me. “As promised.”

  I opened it and smiled. “Ooh, you added fifty to it.”

  “Least I could do.”

  “Yeah, it absolutely was,” Otter said. “The very least you could do.”

  “Okay, can we take a minute and have a truce for the next hour?” I asked.

  “I think that’s a great idea,” Doc said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

  “Coffee?” I asked my brother as Otter went back to the stove.

  “Yeah, sissy, that’d be great. Thanks,” he said, and sat at the island.

  I made him a cup, then refreshed mine and Otter’s.

  “Thanks, baby,” he said, leaning down to kiss me gently.

  “Welcome.”

  “You talk to Darci lately?” Beau asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me she’s trying to get to you.”

  “Daily.”

  I gasped. “No.”

  “Yep,” he said. “I’ve been dodgin’ her.”

  “Block her number, BoBo. She doesn’t need to be calling you,” I said.

  “Didn’t know if you’d want me to try and smooth things over.”


  “I think that ship’s sailed,” Otter piped in.

  Beau chuckled. “Right.” He pulled out his phone and ran his finger over the screen. “She’s blocked.”

  “Thanks,” I said, and went back to my coffee.

  For the next half-hour or so, we actually managed to get along. I was quite proud of my brother and man as they made civil conversation.

  At almost noon, a man who called himself ‘Taxi’ walked in and Otter and Beau were pulled into the back conference room for a meeting.

  I found myself left alone again, this time, though, Olivia joined me and we started to prep lunch for everyone.

  Otter

  “CAN I GET you a drink?” Doc asked as we took our seats at the table.

  “No thanks, I’m on the job,” Taxi replied with a polite smile.

  It was odd to hear a guy who looked like a biker talk like the law. I didn’t like it and I didn’t like him. For whatever reason, Doc had signed off on this guy and I couldn’t figure out why. From what I could piece together through all the secrecy, it sounded like he’d just about forced Rabbit to join his underground task force and hasn’t been playing straight with us since the beginning.

  Our club has always been friendly with law enforcement and had even helped the FBI before, but something about this felt different. Unlike our past dealing with the feds, this was shrouded in a layer of cloak and dagger bullshit. I just wanted these Beast clowns out of Savannah and to know Shiloh was safe. Maybe I just didn’t like the idea of taking orders from a guy who once wore a fucking Gresham Spiders cut.

  Alamo and Rabbit stayed silent as I peppered the asshole with questions, but I didn’t miss the slight mirth in Rabbit’s eyes.

  “How long have you been undercover?” I asked.

  “I’m not at liberty to say,” Taxi replied, offering nothing further.

  “That so?” I asked. “You’re a real life ‘Secret Agent Man,’ huh?”

  “Otter,” Doc warned.

  “I’m just getting to know our club’s new friend, is all.”

  “Yeah, well I expect you to give Taxi your attention and full co-operation if asked.”

  “And in return, he’s gonna tell us where we can find the prick that broke into Shiloh’s place and the psycho bitch who took Caspar’s hand. Right?”

  “Goddammit, Otter. I know you’re pissed, but—”

  “No, hold on. I’m just trying to figure out why the Dogs trust this phony biker so goddamned much and what’s in it for us if we help him. We could easily take care of these mafia pricks and the Beast if we wanted to.”

  “No. It’s okay,” Taxi said, waving Doc off. “You have questions about what I do, Otter?”

  I crossed my arms. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

  “Well, like I said, some things about my work are classified, but I’d like to put you at ease if I can,” Taxi said.

  “I just want to make sure this…this…whatever the fuck arrangement this is between the Dogs and the Feds isn’t one-sided.”

  “One-sided?” Taxi asked.

  “Yeah, you know. That thing where our club acts as disposable manpower for the FBI and we get dick in return.”

  “It was your old lady’s place that Daphne’s crew broke into, right?”

  “Old lady. Look at you, using real biker lingo,” I spat out.

  “Have I done something to piss you off personally, or are you an asshole to everybody?”

  I rose to my feet and Taxi did the same.

  “Goddammit, Otter. Sit the fuck down or I swear to the baby Jesus I’ll take your cut for a month,” Doc growled.

  I didn’t take my eyes off Taxi, but I knew from Doc’s tone, he was serious. Besides, Doc wasn’t a man who threw out empty threats.

  “Otter, I’m on your side and I’m here to help get the Beast off your back,” Taxi said.

  “I don’t want them off our back, I want them dead,” I snapped. “They have to pay for what they did.”

  “I’m leading a task force, not a government sanctioned hit squad,” he replied. “Trust me, I know how pissed you are about Caspar, but the truth is, you got off easy. The Beast is no joke. They are organized, ruthless, and gaining in numbers by the day. Daphne could have easily killed every one of you if she’d wanted to. You got lucky.”

  “If I see that bitch again, I’ll show her just how lucky she got.”

  “I’m glad to hear you volunteer,” Taxi replied.

  “Volunteer? For what?” I asked.

  “To see Daphne again.”

  “When exactly am I gonna do that?”

  “When you and Beau do what Atticus Artrope has asked,” Taxi replied. “Kill Jordy and Tuck.”

  Over the next half hour Taxi laid out the basics of his plan, which contained two fake dead people, two real corpses, and two assholes wearing wires.

  * * *

  Shiloh

  “I can’t afford that,” I said, scrolling past the home Otter suggested.

  “We can.”

  “We’re not buying you a house, though, are we?” I murmured as I continued to scroll down to homes in my budget.

  We were in the conference room looking through home listings because it was the only place quieter than our bedroom. But if we stayed in the bedroom, we’d fuck like rabbits, so the conference room was it.

  “What if we move in together?” he asked. “Then we can get somethin’ we both like.”

  I faced him and stared up at him, trying to find the words that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

  “Babe—”

  “Look, I love you,” I said, gripping his cut. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to move in with you. What if we break up, then I’m stuck with a mortgage I can’t afford, and a broken heart on top of that?”

  “We’re not gonna break up,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking at the screen. “Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Mom’s lucid.”

  “Go, honey,” I said, focusing back on my laptop.

  “I want you to come with me.”

  “What?” I squeaked, looking up at him again.

  “It was longer this time,” he said. “Who knows how long we’ll have. I want her to meet you.”

  “I look like—”

  “You look beautiful,” he interrupted. “Come with me.”

  “At least let me freshen up a little.”

  “Five minutes,” he said.

  I pushed away from the desk and rushed upstairs, brushing my teeth, and slapping on some makeup as quickly as I could without looking like a clown.

  I was in a pair of yoga pants, so I changed into jeans, then pulled on a pair of knee-high boots and met Otter back downstairs.

  “You look beautiful, baby.”

  I smiled and handed him my keys. “Thanks.”

  He reluctantly took them, and we drove to his mom’s memory care facility in my car. We rushed inside and a nurse led us back to a bright, large room with tables and chairs for games, and sofas and recliners for reading or visiting.

  “Bubba!” a feminine voice called, and Otter grinned.

  “Bubba?” I whispered.

  “Yep,” he said, proudly, and took my hand.

  He led me to a gorgeous woman who he obviously took after. She was tall, close to six feet, and had long salt and pepper curly hair that she’d pulled slightly away from her face. She reminded me of Lily Tomlin from Grace and Frankie and I instantly adored her.

  “Easton,” she breathed out, pulling her son in for a hug only a mother could give.

  “Hi, Mama,” he said, hugging her back.

  I felt like I was intruding on a private moment but before I could say anything, Otter, wrapped an arm around me and guided me forward. “Mama, this is Shiloh. Shiloh, my mom, Cheryl.”

  “It’s wonderful to meet you,” I said.

  She cupped my face with a smile. “Oh, my. He said you were beautiful, but that really doesn’t do you justice.”

  “Thank yo
u.” I blushed, my eyes filling with tears as she studied me. “He looks like you. I have always said he was way too pretty to be a man.”

  She chuckled. “His brother is just as pretty.”

  “Lord help the world,” I joked, and she patted my cheek gently.

  “Indeed.”

  We visited for a few minutes, then Otter got his brother, Steele, on a video call and we sat around the table and played a boardgame while Steele directed where to move his men via video.

  We’d been at the table for over an hour, even after the game ended, before Cheryl began to falter, and I could tell she was embarrassed, which made her more agitated.

  I took her hand and smiled. “Cheryl, you’re okay. Take a deep breath. That’s right.”

  Her regular caregiver, Jeanie, rushed over and Cheryl seemed to calm even more, finally hugging me and Otter before she was taken back to her room.

  Otter took my hand and led me back out to the car in silence. I let him have that. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone you loved disappear before your very own eyes.

  We pulled up to the barn and Otter turned off the car and faced me. “Will you go for a ride with me?”

  I bit my lip.

  “I swear on my life, Shiloh, I will keep you safe. We’ll ride around the property. I promise we’ll never go outside the safety of the walls.”

  “You need this, huh?”

  “So fuckin’ much,” he rasped.

  “Okay, honey. We can try it.”

  We climbed out of the car and Otter grabbed a leather jacket and a helmet for me, then grabbed his own, and led me to his bike. I shook so hard, I could barely stand, but Otter wrapped me in a tight hug and kissed my temple. “I’ve got you. Just do everything I tell you to do and we’ll be good.”

  I nodded and he helped me with my helmet, swung his leg over the bike, then directed me to stand on the peg and throw my leg over. I managed to do that without falling over the other side, and it might have had something to do with the fact Otter swung his arm around behind himself to hold me steady.

  “You ever ridden a horse?” he asked.

  “Years ago, yes.”

  “It’s a similar concept. Lean into a turn. Just hold tight and do what my body does.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, and wrapped my arms around him.

  “Tighter, Loh.”