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

  He grinned, hovering over me and kissing me as he dragged my hands above my head. I smiled against his lips, squirming in an effort to get my hands free.

  “What do you want, Shiloh?”

  I met his eyes. “I want your dick in my mouth.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine and kissed me. “I’ll get a condom.”

  “No, don’t,” I said. “Unless you’re worried about something.”

  “I’m clean, baby. I went and got tested when we met.”

  “You did?” I breathed out.

  “Yeah. I’ve got the paperwork in my bag.” He slid off the bed. “I’ll get it.”

  He walked to my closet and pulled a folded piece of paper out of his duffel, handing it to me. I looked it over, read that he was clear for everything and smiled wide.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “So, you know what that means.”

  “No condoms?” he asked, hopefully.

  “No condoms,” I said, then frowned. “I mean, if you want to. I don’t want you to feel—”

  “Babe, I saw your pills, I know you’re not lyin’ to me.”

  I bit my lip. “So, can we?”

  “Hell, yeah, we can,” he said, kissing me, but I broke the kiss and tugged on his shirt.

  “I want you naked.”

  He cocked his head. “Why?”

  “Because I’m gonna take my time with that giant dick of yours.”

  “When did you get so sassy?” he asked, removing his tank.

  “I’ve always been sassy, you mentioned that the first night we met.”

  “Have you always been bossy?”

  “I run a staff of twenty nurses. I’m paid to be bossy.”

  “I’m thinking this is going to work to my advantage.” He grinned, removing the rest of his clothes.

  I licked my lips and knelt in front of him, running my tongue along the length of his already rock-hard dick.

  “Nope,” he said, pulling away. “You’re gonna be naked when you do this. I want to look down and see your tits while you suck me off.”

  I didn’t try to argue, knowing it would be a waste of breath, standing and stripping as fast as I could before kneeling in front of him again. I wrapped my lips around his tip and slid him in as far as he would go.

  He wove his fingers into my hair and smiled down at me. “You like that?”

  I nodded, my eyes watering as I took him further into the back of my throat.

  “Gonna fuck your face now,” he warned, and I shivered, gripping his length gently as I moved my mouth back and forth.

  Then he moved. Gripping my scalp, he thrust into my mouth and I worked his cock with one hand, cupping his balls with the other, and took everything he gave me. My pussy flooded as he stroked my cheek, slamming into my mouth faster and faster.

  “I’m close,” he warned.

  I nodded, wanting to take all of him.

  “Babe, you don’t want me to come down your throat, pull away now.”

  I pressed in.

  “Jesus,” he hissed, the warmth of his cum shooting down my throat. I sucked gently until I milked him dry and then ran my tongue up the length of him before looking up at him with a smile.

  “You are delicious,” I said, licking my lips.

  He knelt in front of me, our knees touching, and he cupped my cheeks, studying me. “You are the most fuckin’ unbelievably perfect goddamn woman I’ve ever known.”

  I chuckled. “Wow. That’s a lot of words.”

  He grinned, kissing me gently. “Time for me to return the favor.” He stood, sliding his hands under my pits and lifting me off the floor.

  I settled my hands on his chest. “I’d really like you to fuck me.”

  “I will.”

  “No, I mean, right now. No foreplay. Just fuck me. I’m super primed.” I bit my lip. “Or is it too soon?”

  He guided my hand to his cock and smiled. “Does it feel like it’s too soon?”

  “No, no it does not.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I trust you,” I said, wanting him so bad inside of me my pussy was already contracting with need.

  “On your knees.”

  I widened my eyes and smiled, scrambling onto the bed and positioning myself on all fours. Otter knelt behind me, his fingers sliding inside of me and pumping gently. “Soaked.”

  “Told you,” I sassed, and was rewarded with his cock pressing against my opening. I pushed back, urging him to move.

  “Slow, baby.”

  “Fuck slow,” I hissed, and he slapped my bottom. “Oh my god, do that again!” I squeaked.

  “Wasn’t expectin’ that reaction,” he admitted.

  I whimpered with need. “Easy, do it again. Please.”

  He rewarded me with another smack and sliding deeper into me.

  “Oh, god, this is… everything!”

  He gripped my hips and began to move, slamming into me as I braced on the mattress. I discovered we had a small problem, however, when my breasts started to slap together. Despite the fact I was loving every second of what Otter was doing to me, I couldn’t stop a giggle as my breasts once again reminded me how fucking big they were.

  Add insult to injury when Sneezles decided to jump up on the bed to investigate what we were doing, and I totally lost my ability to keep a straight face. “Sorry,” I panted out with a laugh. “I can’t… oh, jeez. Sorry.”

  Otter also began to laugh, and we fell onto the mattress in spoon form, then Otter slid out of me and I faced him. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

  Sneezles jumped in between us, sitting on Otter’s head, which only made us laugh harder.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed out, still laughing. “I swear, this needs to go down in a book somewhere. I’m also making an appointment to reduce these puppies,” I deemed, squeezing my breasts.

  “Like hell you are,” he growled, lifting my cat off his head and setting him on the floor. “Your tits are incredible.”

  “That slapping noise turned you on, huh?”

  He smiled, kissing one then the other. “All the noises turn me on,” he said, kissing me gently. “Look if you want to reduce ’em, they’re yours to do with as you like, but if I have a say in it, I’d rather you didn’t.”

  “No?”

  “Absolutely not.” He stroked my cheek. “You want to breast feed our babies, right?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Your babies?”

  “Oh, I’m so gonna put babies in you, Loh. No doubt about it.”

  I shivered. “It’s been a week.”

  “So?”

  “Well, you haven’t seen me at my worst yet. Wait until you don’t like me very much to decide if you want to put babies in me.”

  “Shiloh, I’m all in. It won’t matter.”

  “Challenge accepted,” I said.

  He laughed, kissing me again. “You wanna try again or eat?”

  “Let’s eat, then try again.” I kissed him. “And again.”

  “Okay, baby, come on. Don’t get dressed.”

  “I’ve never had naked breakfast.”

  “Me neither,” he said, and we headed back to the kitchen.

  His phone buzzed and he grinned as he answered. “Hey, brother. Yeah?” He checked his watch. “I’m at Shiloh’s, but I can meet—no? Yeah, okay. Family night tonight. Six if you wanna come. Yeah. Cool. See you then.”

  He hung up and kissed me. “Steele’s pullin’ into town in about an hour. He’s gonna crash at my place, then meet us at the club tonight.”

  “I’m meeting your brother tonight?”

  “Yeah.”

  I blew a loud breath out between my lips and nodded.

  Otter laughed. “He’s gonna love you.”

  “What if he doesn’t?”

  “Then he’ll get an earful from me.”

  “Ott—”

  “Stop.” He kissed me. “It’s gonna
be fine.”

  I nodded and decided to drop the subject while we ate.

  * * *

  “What do I need to bring for the cat?” I called out from my bedroom after we’d finally decided to leave my bed and shower. It was a club family night and Otter suggested I stay overnight and bring Sneezles with me. It was a big deal and I was admittedly nervous.

  “Just put him in the cat carrier,” Otter said, walking into the room.

  “What about food and cat litter?”

  “I bought all that shit yesterday.”

  “What?” I faced him. “You did? When?”

  “When I dropped you off at Blurr, I made a run to the store. You don’t need to bring anything but him.”

  “Toys? A bed? Cat box?”

  “Got it all, Loh,” he said with a huff, gently smacking my butt. “Now quit stallin’. We gotta go.”

  “Are you sure we want to make this public?”

  “We already made it public when I dropped you at the club.”

  “Not with all your brothers. Not to mention, your real brother. This is a huge deal, Easy. The women told me how much of one it was last night.”

  “Yeah? What’d they say?”

  “That the second I was A, on the back of your bike, or B, walking into the barn with you, you were claiming me, and everyone would know it.”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Quit askin’ me if I’m sure, Shiloh. This wouldn’t be happening if I didn’t want it.” He frowned. “Unless you don’t want it.”

  “Oh, I want it. I’m just fine if you want to wait a while.”

  “Don’t want to wait, Loh. Just get that out of your head.”

  “Okay, I’ll stop harping on it.”

  “I appreciate it,” he said, and kissed me. “Now, get your shit.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m done. It’s on the bed.”

  “That’s all you’re takin’?”

  “Do I need to pack for longer than a night?”

  “If you wanna get lucky, maybe you should.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna get lucky.” I tapped his cheek gently. “More than thrice.”

  “Thrice?”

  “Thrice,” I confirmed.

  He chuckled as he grabbed my backpack and the cat carrier and took them out to the living room. Sneezles was hiding, obviously knowing he was going to be shoved in the hated cat carrier, so we decided to get everything else loaded into the car first.

  “Here are my keys,” I said.

  “We’re not takin’ your car, baby.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re at my back. It’s club night.”

  “Exactly how are we going to get Sneezles to the club if we’re not taking my car?”

  “Got a prospect comin’ to pick up your car and the cat, but you’re ridin’ with me.”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “Have you forgotten I was an ER nurse for two years before I moved to neo-natal?”

  “I don’t believe I ever knew that,” he said.

  “Well, I was. And do you know how many motorcycle accident victims I saw?”

  “I’m thinkin’ you’re about to tell me.”

  “Hundreds,” I said. “And do you know how many of those victims lived?”

  “I’m thinkin’ you’re about to tell me that, too.”

  “Six. Six, Otter!” I snapped. “If you think I’m getting on the back of your bike, you’re high.”

  He crossed his arms and studied me. “Do you know how long I’ve been riding?”

  I threw my arms up in the air. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Since I was ten,” he said. “Do you know how many times I’ve been hit or had to lay my bike down? None. Not even when I was learning.”

  “Knock on wood,” I said, then when he didn’t, I grabbed his hand. “Knock on wood, damn it.”

  He grinned, knocking on his head. “It’s all good, baby. I’m a safe rider.”

  “I’m not worried about you, Easy, I’m worried about drunk soccer mom in her minivan not watching where she’s going,” I growled.

  “Babe—”

  “Wait? You’re trying to tell me that you never laid your bike down when you were ten?”

  “I really didn’t. It’s not like I didn’t have close calls, but I never laid it down. I rode dirt bikes on back trails and tracks. I was pretty isolated, so there was nothing to run into.”

  I put my hands up. “Regardless, I’m not getting on your bike.”

  “Then we’re not goin’.”

  “Fine.”

  He dragged his hands down his face. “Shiloh—”

  “I’ll drive my car.”

  He sighed. “Baby, I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

  I shook my head.

  “Meow.”

  Sneezles creeped out from under the sofa and stared at us. I grabbed him before he could hide again and set him in his carrier.

  “Okay. Follow me, then.” He pulled out his phone and texted someone, then slid it back in his pocket and grabbed the cat. “Let’s go.”

  Feeling like I’d just committed the crime of the century, I followed him out, locked up, then made my way to the car. Otter held the door for me and I slid inside and pulled on my seatbelt, and he closed me in without a word.

  “I’ve pissed him off, Sneezles,” I breathed out, and started my car, following his bike out of my parking lot.

  My cat didn’t give me any words of advice as we drove, and my heart grew heavier the closer we got to the compound. The gates opened and I followed Otter through, then parked where the other cars were parked, while he backed his bike into a spot in front of the barn.

  He made his way to me and grabbed my bag from the trunk, then opened the back door and carefully lifted Sneezles’ carrier out.

  “Meow.”

  “Otter, wait,” I called as he stomped toward the barn. He turned and waited for me to catch up, a scowl covering his face. “Okay, it appears I’ve done something monumentally bad, but if you’re not going to talk to me before we go in and I meet all your friends and family for the first time, I’m climbing back in my car and taking myself and my cat home.”

  He set the carrier on a chair on the porch, dropped my bag on the ground, and crossed his arms. “Right. I wanted you at my back.”

  “And I told you why I couldn’t be.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess I didn’t tell you why it was important for me that you were. Tonight you’re meeting my family. They might not be blood, but they’re mine. And you’re mine, Shiloh, and you being at my back lets them and the rest of the world know that you’re mine. Bringin’ you to family night and having you in your fuckin’ car gives the impression that we’re friends. We’re not fuckin’ friends, Loh, so, this was a big fuckin’ deal.”

  “This was a ten for you,” I deduced, biting my lip.

  “What?”

  “Something my grandparents always used to say when they’d come to an impasse. Decide what, on a scale of one to ten, you felt whatever you were fighting over meant to you. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink was a nine for Grandma, so Grandad always made sure he’d load and start the dishwasher before he went to bed. Making sure the paper towel roller always had paper towels on it was a ten for Grandad, so we always made sure we changed it, even if there were two towels left on it. For me, getting on the back of your bike was a ten, and I didn’t understand that it was also a ten for you.”

  He nodded.

  “So, we need to figure out how to get past this, because I have genuine concerns about getting on a bike. If I had my druthers, you’d never ride again either, but I’m aware that’s unrealistic, so I am choosing my battles. I’ve never been with a biker, hell, I’ve never really known one outside of Doc, but I don’t typically see him in his vest thingy, so—”

  “It’s a cut.”

  “What?”

  “Our vest thingies are called cuts.”

>   “Right, your cut.” I closed the distance between us and settled my hands on his beefy arms. “I’m really sorry that I didn’t fully understand the scope of what that meant to you, honey, but I’m not a mind reader. You need to tell me what’s going on. Don’t shut down.”

  “If I’d explained it, would it have made a difference?”

  “No,” I said. “But maybe we could have made a compromise. Figured something else out.”

  “Would you be open to me taking you somewhere remote so you can get used to riding? Feel how safe you are with me?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Maybe.”

  His body relaxed and he sighed. “Okay.”

  “Are you done pouting?”

  His eyes narrowed and he bent down nose-to-nose with me. “Pouting?”

  “Stomping up the stairs with my poor, defenseless cat, giving me the silent treatment.” I tugged on his beard. “Pouting.”

  He smiled. “Sorry I was a dick.”

  “You’re weren’t a dick, you just went silent on me. I don’t do well with silent.”

  “Noted.” He kissed me gently. “You ready to go in?”

  I cocked my head. “Are we okay?”

  “Baby, we were never not okay.”

  “And how exactly was I supposed to know that? You got all growly and grunty, caveman-like.”

  He laughed. “Was I a caveman or mute?”

  “A little of both.”

  He stroked my cheek. “Haven’t been here before, baby, so I’m learning as I go.”

  I sighed. “Me too,” I conceded. “Grace?”

  “Yeah, both ways.”

  “Okay.” I gripped his cut, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Thanks for talking it out with me.”

  “Anytime, baby.”

  “Meow.”

  I patted Otter’s chest. “I think Sneezles wants out.”

  “Let’s head in,” he said, and grabbed our stuff.

  Shiloh

  WALKING INTO THE barn was a little surreal, considering this time I was here of my own accord. I hadn’t had the time to really appreciate the fact this used to be a tobacco barn back in the 1800s. Otter mentioned the original house was somewhere on the property as well, which gave me a bit of a lady boner, I’m not gonna lie. I loved history and wished sometimes I could go back in time.

  The barn, however, had been transformed into a large communal space with a really nice sized kitchen, a bunkroom with a bathroom, another two bathrooms utilized by party guests, several offices, and a conference room on the first floor.