Naming His Price (Poison Sons MC) (3 page)

The question caught Danielle off guard and she reddened slightly. Most of what went around town concerning the reputation of the Sons didn't bear repeating. She was far too smart to risk ruining the sale, and more importantly, putting her own life in danger.

“A lot of people think you've saved this town.” Her reply was as tactful as it was measured. Rusty leaned against the bar, taking her in for a moment before sliding forward in his seat so his hard thigh grazed hers. Danielle's slight jump of awareness made him smirk.

“What do
you
think?”

“I think...” She swallowed slowly as she considered her answer. “I think you're smart... and dangerous. You need to be both to run a town like this one.”

Rusty took another swig of whiskey. When a drop escaped the corner of his mouth, his tongue darted out to catch it and Danielle's heart hammered against her ribs. The man was beyond gorgeous — he was absolutely sinful; and everything he did, from his swagger when he walked, to the way he undressed her with his eyes as he spoke, told her that he was quite aware of the fact.

“Listen, sweetheart.” He spoke after a moment, looking down at her. “If I wanted a new headquarters for the Sons I could choose any of a shit ton of buildings we already own.”

The comment stung and the young woman lurched back, taking up her own drink to down the entire contents. As the liquid simmered in her belly, she glared at him, fire in her eyes. “If that's so, why am I still sitting here?”

The large man's eyes gleamed in something very akin to admiration as he chuckled lowly, passing the folder back to her over the length of the bar. “Tell you what, darlin': That warehouse of yours doesn't interest me half as much as you do.”

**

The shock in her eyes was pretty evident.

Rusty didn't think he'd been doing a stellar job hiding his attraction to her, but he hadn't really meant to. From the moment she'd walked into the bar, the little vixen had had him hot and bothered.

She was a tall glass, with curves a man could kill for, poured into that sexy little skirt and shirt combo she wore. The fact that he couldn't see much skin only made him want to undress her more; and if that wasn't enough, those big blue eyes and heart shaped mouth sealed the deal.

Billy had texted him as soon as she'd rolled up to let him know the woman was a looker and that was putting it lightly.

Throughout the so-called business conversation they were having he kept picturing bending her over the bar and fucking her until her hair was mussed and her makeup smeared — until she begged him for more.

It was distracting as hell, especially considering that she was offering him exactly what he'd been looking for. To tell the truth, he'd spend the past few weeks attempting to find a place to which he could move the headquarters that was convenient and central. The warehouse she was talking about hadn't been listed locally — he was betting it was because it was owned by an out-of-towner, which meant he wouldn't have been able to touch it anyway unless he'd found the realtor who ran the sale.

Lucky him. She'd fallen right into his lap.

Now that the answer was staring him in the face, however, he found himself far too distracted by Danielle Sparks to be able to have a serious conversation with her. The way her mouth moved when she talked in particular did unmentionable things to his nether parts.

When she downed all her whiskey in a huff, he knew he had to have her. A woman who could drink
and
didn't mind standing up to him played third fiddle to only God and country.

And now she was staring at him, those amazing
eyes wide
and her cheeks tinged a pretty red.

“I... I... Mr. Hicks, I came here to discuss business.”

He grinned at her sudden change to proper address. “It's Rusty. And we talked your business. Now I want to talk about something else.”

The fiery woman before him closed her eyes and appeared to take a deep, composing breath. “Rusty, I hope you know that I'm the only way that you can get this property. If you don't get it through me, you'll lose your chance.”

Sure, the warehouse was perfect for his needs, but he had
other
needs in mind just now; and he couldn't concentrate on anything else until they'd been assuaged. “How about we discuss it over another drink at my place?”

The heat that flared in her eyes, sudden and mistakable, told him that the attraction he felt wasn't one-sided. He caught her expression just moments before she retrieved the manila folder with the warehouse information from the bar and replaced it in her bag. When her head rose again, she appeared both determined and aroused.

It was sexy as hell. “If I go back with you, do you promise me a
serious
discussion about the warehouse?”

He couldn't
be
so goddamn lucky. “I swear.
After
.” He punctuated, swallowing to wet his throat. “After drinks.”

“I mean it, Rusty.” She warned him, beginning to rise from her chair. “Don't think you can walk all over me just because of your title.”

Goddamn, this woman was a loaded cannon.

In a swift motion, Rusty stood, sweeping her into his arms to lift and press the small of her back against the brick outcropping of the bar. “
Christ
, woman, all I wanna do is kiss you.” With that, he pressed his mouth to hers.

She was hot, heady and sweet, the taste of coffee and mints lingering on her breath. As soon as their lips touched, her tongue darted out to explore his mouth eagerly as her arms slipped around his shoulders. Rusty groaned deeply as she pressed the length of her hot little body against him so he could feel every inch of her; from the curve of her ample breasts to the heat between her thighs.

He kissed her again and again, each time exploring her mouth in new ways. His teeth grazed the underside of her upper lip, making her inhale sharply. His tongue tangled with hers and she squirmed against his rapidly rising cock. He bit down on her lower lip and she arched against him, popping a button to reveal the glorious V of her cleavage.

It took maybe about five minutes for him to lose himself in her right in the middle of the bar, which was about three weeks faster than it had ever taken him to get so wrapped up in a woman. His face was buried in the naked v of her breasts, biting and licking at them, when the audible sound of a throat clearing interrupted them.

Rusty's head jerked up to see no less than five of the Sons in the doorway, each of them with an expression of indulged amusement on their faces. Jackal, the wildest of the bunch, was making lewd motions with his hand, his grin exposing a mouth full of half-rotted teeth.

Cursing, he set an extremely flustered Danielle back on the floor, straightening her shirt. He didn't want a single one of the guys catching a glimpse of what he'd claimed for his own.

“We interrupting, boss?”

Rusty turned away from the cherry face of the woman before him to run a hand through his hair in exasperation before speaking. “
Fuck
. No. We were just leaving.” He turned to address the sleeping man in the corner. “Reed, wake the fuck up. It's time to go.”

Flailing wildly, the middle-aged man returned violently to awareness, shredding his paper in the process. With that done, Rusty addressed the men who had just entered. “Call me if you need me. I'll just be out back for a while.”

Leaning over the bar, he grabbed a leather jacket emblazoned with the Poison Sons insignia a moment before taking Danielle's hand firmly in his to lead her toward the back exit. Still blushing furiously, the young woman followed quickly after him. They found themselves silhouetted by the dim outdoor lights of the bar as they passed ancient dumpsters and headed for a low, concrete building among the trees about thirty yards away.

It only took about a minute to reach it, and another thirty seconds for Rusty to find his keys and unlock the door before they were inside.

He watched as Danielle took in the small space. He'd had it built a while back when he'd started spending more time at the Turnaround than he did at home. The one room dwelling housed a small kitchenette with plenty of storage for his clothes and boots, along with a workspace and his most beloved bike — a Gold and Black Harley he'd inherited from his dad.

The place was a bit messy, but all that mattered to Rusty at that particular moment was that it had a queen sized bed and it was private. Additionally, it didn't require a fifteen minute drive to get to like his house in the mountains.

To his surprise, Danielle had barely set her things aside before she crossed the room to run her fingers over the gleaming, recently-waxed exterior of his bike. Her hands roamed the body leisurely before testing the plush leather of the seat. Finally, they curled around the handlebars before she turned back to him with a gut-wrenchingly beautiful smile.

“It's gorgeous.”

And
she appreciated bikes. Where had this woman been all his life? “I was thinking about taking it for a joyride before
you
showed up.” He accused teasingly.

The look she gave him in response was pure, unadulterated desire. “Maybe you still can.”

All the blood in Rusty's body shot directly from his brain to his crotch.

He crossed the room in the space of a breath to take her into his arms again. When his mouth found hers, she moaned, her hands rising to cup his face as she took control of the kiss. When her tongue probed his mouth authoritatively, the leader of the Poison Sons growled, lifting her by her ass into the air to set on the buttery leather seat of his bike.

She was
his.

**

Kissing Randolph Hicks was as sensual as it was addicting. Far from brusque, the man's tongue explored her mouth leisurely, returning every small stroke she made with a larger one of his own and gradually stealing back control as his hands slid down to her waist. Reaching up, she undid the buttons of her white work shirt one by one, pulling it from her skirt to get at the last two.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so eager to undress for a man. Since the first time Rusty had touched her in the bar she'd been drugged. It hadn't been in her plans to offer her body up for business when she'd first walked into a bar, but when her client was as alluring as he was, it didn't hurt to make some slight adjustments.

Her papers were safe in her bag, and she had every intention of still getting her sale — right after Rusty stoked the burning heat in her loins.

As soon as she tossed her shirt to the side, the man above her made a pained sound in the back of his throat. “
Fuck
, baby.” He reached out to cup the warm weight of her bosom, the contact making her arch into his hands as he fondled her indulgently. She'd never been gladder that she'd chosen to wear a fancy bra before work; it seemed the very sight of the green and black confection had a profound effect on him.

It only took moments, however, before simply touching her wasn't enough. She gasped, shivering slightly as Rusty slid her bra straps down her arms before tugging the cups out of the way to reveal her naked breasts. Almost instantaneously, her nipples pebbled in the cold, and the sight made Rusty growl lowly. He didn't hesitate before lowering his head to circle one with his tongue, drawing a shudder of pleasure from her. Biting her lip, she felt her womb clench as her new lover proceeded to lap at the stiff flesh a moment before taking it into his mouth to suckle copiously.

Before she knew it, Danielle's hands were tangled in the glorious, thick crop of his raven hair as he feasted on her. His mouth would tease and tug one nipple into awareness before he switched to the other, making her pant in desire. When he finally cupped her breasts together to stimulate both at once, her eyes slid closed and she moaned loudly, pressing him even closer to her in an effort to prolong his ministrations.

“Mmmm...” Despite her efforts, it was only a few more moments before he withdrew to press his mouth briefly to hers once more. “Sweet. Lay back, darlin'.”

She let him direct her into lying backward until her shoulders were cradled between the handlebars of the bike. It was a surprisingly comfortable and open position, situated against the plush leather and supported by the stable machine. As soon as she was in place, Rusty whipped his shirt off over his head, revealing a glorious network of muscle and sinew that had her fairly salivating.

She couldn't fail to notice, however, the few small scars that pockmarked his chest and abdomen. As he came back to her, she tried not to think about what might have made them.

His kiss distracted her, as did the warmth of his hands on her breasts once more, a moment before those hands found the waist-high hem of her skirt.

Positioned as she was, the clothing presented somewhat of a dilemma. It would be impossible to get her out of the garment without her getting up — or so she thought.

Out of nowhere, Rusty produced a sharp-edged switch blade. Expertly, he used it to slit her skirt down the front and she gasped as the cloth fell aside in two pieces, outraged. “That was my
best
pencil skirt!” To her surprise, he merely lifted a hip to slap her newly exposed behind in reply, making her yelp.

“Well figure it out later, sweetheart.” That said, he slid his hands over the flat expanse of her bare stomach and trailed his fingers downward until they reached the lacy hem of her panties. He eyed her with a smug smirk as he raised the blade again to tuck behind the intricate material.