Predators MC: Stand Off Part 15

It would be temporary as all of Max's relationships were, but his lightheartedness was what she needed right now. She was going to take his advice and see where the road ahead took them.

"Don't go. Listen, let me get Gert to watch the kids, and we'll go for a ride."

"I should go home, Max."

"It'll be a short ride. Come on..." he said persuasively.

"All right."

As soon as she gave in, he called Gert to come over to keep an eye on the kids while they were sleeping. Max had found his house for sale when he had visited Gert at home. It had been large enough with the four bedrooms, and Gert was always nearby if he needed a babysitter when the Predators called him out during their visits.

Gert was there within a few minutes, giving Casey a cool look as she came inside.

Max rushed Casey outside. "Thanks Gert," he said, closing the door on her frown.

"She knows what happened?"

"Yeah, let's go." Max wasn't going to lie about the other members being angry with her. Casey could have brought the law down not only the brothers but all the members who shared in the profits from the club, and Gert was one of those members.

"Where are we going?" Casey asked as she climbed on behind him.

"I thought we'd just see where the road took us." Max gave her a devilish smile, he always liked to keep his options open. It kept the women off his back until it was to late for them to do anything about his actions.

He drove steadily out of the neighborhood toward town. They rode through several streets for over twenty minutes before Max felt her shudder against him. He then turned down one street, coming to a stop in front of a bar. Max eyed the lone bike he had parked next to on the street.

He stood, reaching down to help her off the bike.

"Why are we here?"

"Because you're cold, and like a dumba.s.s, I didn't grab either of us a jacket. Come on, let's get a drink."

"I don't want to go in there. It's a strip joint," Casey protested.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of women in there."

"On the stage or in the audience?"

"Both." Max took her hand, giving her no choice other than to follow.

The strip club was busy tonight, and looking toward the stage, Max could see why. Sherri was on the stage, doing a new routine.

Max found them a table at the back of the club and pulled a chair out for Casey before taking one for himself.

"Couple of beers," Max yelled to one of the girls working the floor.

Max turned toward the stage, watching Casey stare impa.s.sively as Sherri pulled her top off while she gyrated toward the front of the stage.

"It doesn't bother Sherri for you to come in here since you broke up?"

"Why would it? I watched when we were together. Besides, she's with Henry now. He owns the club."

"Thanks, angel." The s.e.xy waitress set their beers down on the table. Max took out a twenty, handing it to her.

"Thanks, Max." She gave him a wink before moving away to another table.

Max turned his attention back to the stage.

"I'm ready to leave," Casey said quietly.

"We haven't finished our beers." Max lifted the beer to his lips, taking a long drink.

"Why are we pretending, Max? We both know you brought me here to punish me. I would rather you just do it than these jabs you keep taking at me."

Fury that he had been keeping suppressed flared out of control. Standing, he took her hand and jerked her up before walking toward the staircase that was across the room. He led her upstairs, keying a number into the keypad on the large door at the top. He pushed her inside to the private bar that only exclusive members could enter. Going to the bar, he took out a couple of hundreds, slamming them down.

"Any of the rooms open?" Max asked angrily.

The bartender eyed him thoughtfully before reaching under the counter for a key and handing it to him.

"Thanks." Max glanced at the red key before leading Casey to the door on the side of the wall. Unlocking the door, he pushed her inside then slammed the door.

Casey gasped, staring around the gaudy room.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" She started to go around him, only to find herself pinned against the door.

"I brought you up here to talk. I don't plan to f.u.c.k you. At least not yet." Max buried his mouth in her neck, knowing it was overly sensitive. She shivered when his tongue traced to the tip of her ear.

"What are you doing?"

"What you suggested-punishing you. Isn't that what you wanted me to do? This is certainly the room for it, don't you think?"

"I think you've lost your mind!" Casey struggled against him as his hand slid up her thigh.

"I lost my mind over you a long time ago, Casey. I can remember the first time I tasted that mouth of yours. You remember that night, Casey?"

"Yes." She tried to turn her head to the side. "I remember."

"You were seventeen; my tongue was in your mouth; and my d.i.c.k was hard as a rock. If Ginger hadn't walked in that door, I would have f.u.c.ked you with my fingers next."

"I wouldn't have let you," Casey denied.

Max brought his hand to the waistband of her jeans, unb.u.t.toning them. "Sweet thing, you wouldn't have stopped me. You would have begged me."

"No," Casey whimpered.

"Oh, yes, you would have. We both know it, don't we?" Max's hand slid inside the jeans he had loosened, finding her moist and warm.

"Yes," Casey finally admitted when his fingers began rubbing against her c.l.i.t.

"That's it, sweet thing." Max groaned when he felt her thighs tightening on his hand to hold his fingers against her c.l.i.t.

"Max." Casey's hands clutched his biceps.

Max hid his triumphant smile as he bent down to nuzzle the cleft between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, leaving the shirt she was wearing covering them.

"When Mugg married Renee, I knew we would be around each other, but I planned on being a good stepbrother by kind of trying to protect you and watch out for you when I could. f.u.c.k that! You want me, and I sure as h.e.l.l want you." Max's fingers began moving on her faster, teasing the opening to her p.u.s.s.y without entering her.

Casey's hands dropped to his waist, holding on to his belt like a lifeline.

"Sweet thing, there's a lot of things I want to do with you, but punishing you isn't one of them. I've regretted not taking that sweet cherry of yours for years when you were older. Then, when I finally got you in my bed, you were more interested in what was in Ice's office." Max's wounded pride was determined to wring every ounce of revenge out of the body withering on his hand.

"Max, there's something you should know. You might have had to wait, but you weren't only my first kiss," she confessed. Casey's face was twisted with desire, but her eyes blazed with truth.

"You didn't f.u.c.k, Jayce?"

"No, I lied to Penni."

"You were going to give it to Stump?" His voice hardened at the thought.

"No, I was going to leave. I wasn't saving it for you, Max, but I never could bring myself to give it to any other man. I would have found another way to get the information I wanted. I told myself that was the safest way to get it because it gave me the excuse to do what I wanted to do."

His fingers pinched her c.l.i.t then rubbed harder, the friction ruthlessly driving her toward a climax.

"Max, someone is watching behind that mirror." Casey stiffened, trying to pull away.

"It's okay. He keeps an eye on the room to make sure none of the girls get hurt. How did you know?"

"Tell him he shouldn't light a cigarette, or tell the bar owner to get a better quality two-way mirror."

"I'll mention it to Henry."

"Oh, G.o.d, you have to stop." She pled with her lips while her eyes and p.u.s.s.y begged for relief.

"I will in about sixty seconds," Max told her.

"Sixty seconds?"

"That's when you're going to come for me, sweet thing."

Her hands tightened on his belt as if to save herself from drowning.

"Don't call me that. You call every woman you meet or f.u.c.k that name. It keeps you from having to keep their names straight."

"I know their names. I don't need names to remember women. I remember their faces."

Casey laughed at him. "You liar. You recognize their b.r.e.a.s.t.s. It's the first thing you stare at on a woman. You are a horn-dog! I bet you've watched so many strip shows you couldn't remember them all."

"You're right about that. The Predators do business with the owner, so we're here a lot. Grace threw a fit when she found out. Figured I'd save you the trouble of finding that out from her."

"That's why you brought me inside?"

"That and you were cold," Max admitted.

"Grace doesn't mind that Ice comes inside?"

"Naw, he told her he wouldn't watch."

"Does he?" Casey gasped as her body began shuddering after Max thrust a long finger inside her.

"What do you think?" Max rubbed his thumb on her c.l.i.t to extend her climax while he continued to finger f.u.c.k her tight p.u.s.s.y. "You can only watch the same t.i.ts and a.s.s swing so much before you don't even notice them anymore. But these little beauties..." Max nuzzled closer to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "These, I'll never get tired of."

"I think I need my head examined because I believe you." Casey lay limply against him. "Do me a favor. If we ever see the man behind that mirror, don't tell me."

"I won't, but Jackal might."

Chapter 16.

"Can I help you?" The salesman approached as soon as she walked through the large furniture store. Max had told her to take a look around, that he would meet her in a few minutes.

"I need a new mattress." Casey followed as he turned, leading her toward the side of the huge store.

It had been several years since she had shopped for furniture, and then it had been at a cheaper store in town that had secondhand furniture. She couldn't bring herself to buy a used mattress, though. Besides, with Max's discount, if she bought the cheapest one, it shouldn't put a dent in her savings.

As they crossed the store, they pa.s.sed a row of chests. One in a rich dark cherry caught her eye. Stopping, she ran her hand over the smooth wood.

"It's beautiful."

"It's one of our best sellers in the store. There's a six week wait, since it's made by hand." The salesman touched the corner of the table where the intricate carving was raised.

Casey couldn't resist running her hand across the top of it one more time, enjoying the feel of the cool wood against her fingertips before coming to a stop at the price tag. Flipping the piece of cardboard over, she stared down in disappointment at the hefty price.

"I'd love to have it, but I can't afford it," she admitted, beginning to move away from the beautiful piece.

She saw Max coming down the aisle toward them.

"Hi." She smiled when he came to a stop next to her.

"Hey." Max's eyes went to the furniture behind her. "I thought you were only shopping for a mattress?"

"I am, but I couldn't resist stopping at this. It's gorgeous."

"If you like it so much, maybe you can talk Max into making one for you." The salesman's words had Casey's eyes going to Max, who shoved his hands into his pockets, looking uncomfortable.