The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (7 page)

She was actually able to get some work done. She completed a freelance project and turned it in. She was amazed that with so much going on she actually made the deadline. It was a good, positive feeling. Savannah took Beau out with her as she ran errands. He loved going everywhere with her, even if it meant he stayed in the car. They drove passed the office building which was still smoldering even though the flames were out.

In fact, the smell of smoke was obvious even with the windows rolled up. A few firefighters had their hoses on the site while others walked over the ruins. No sign of Foley which to Savannah was a good thing. She headed over to the Fresh Grocer. She decided she wanted to invite a bunch of really nice bikers over to watch movies in her dad’s home theater.

The grocery store parking lot in the middle of a weekday was like a ghost town. That was a key advantage of working from home. No lines. Life was relatively easy. Savannah parked her car, cracked the window for Beau and went in to shop. All was good until her dad’s former estate attorney Paul Kerley, and she locked eyes at the opposite ends of an aisle.

“You!” he shouted. 

“What?” she asked.

“You have RUINED me!” he said. “I never set a fire!”

The attorney was like a rabid dog. He abandoned his cart and charged toward her. He stopped suddenly keeping his distance as Savannah shrank near a checkout stand. The checker, the bagger, and a customer looked on.

“You said I had something to do with bikers? Chasing you? Are you as dumb as your dad?” he shouted.

Savannah had no idea where that came from, but she was outraged.

“My dad gave you a job, and you took his money. Money you did not earn. Money that he did. The only dumb thing he did was hire you,” she growled.

“Fine. Finish my reputation. I won’t need it. I am facing disbarment because of you! And now they think I burned down my own building!”

The manager approached her.

“Is this gentleman bothering you?” she said. “Do you want me to call the police?”

Savannah shook her head. “I’m actually leaving. I think this guy is in enough trouble,” she said. 

She had no idea where her generosity of spirit came from. She told herself at the height of her squabbles between her stepmother and him that if she could, she would have him tossed in jail and throw away the key. But now she just felt sorry for him.

So much for shopping. 

Savannah went out to her car. Sweet Beau was poking his nose out of the cracked window. She had an incoming call. It was Susan Gretsky. Not a person she felt like talking to, but she was polite.

“I have some time in the next hour if you want to bring Beau in for a follow-up,” she said.

Savannah shook her head. She was really beside herself from the scene at the store, but she thought, why not? They were already out, and that was putting a positive foot forward. She tooled around town to Susan’s office. What she found there – or rather who she saw. Foley. He looked positively exhausted, and his hand was bandaged. He looked her in the eye with his warm smile. 

That she was worked up from her encounter with Paul Kerley must have been obvious.

“What happened to you?” he asked her.

“Why?” she replied.

“You look upset,” he said.

“No, I just hurried to come over. Dr. Gretsky said she had an opening. Thanks for taking us,” Savannah said as politely as she could.

“How about you are you okay?” she asked him.

She didn’t really want to engage in a personal conversation in front of his ex-wife but she was weak for him. Foley stooped to pet Beau who was wagging his tail at him. The dog really liked him. Susan jerked up on Beau’s leash randomly. Savannah was alarmed. Even Foley was shocked. But Susan smiled.

“Relax,” she said. “I was just correcting him.”

“What the fuck did he do?” asked Foley.

“He needs to respect personal space. Boundaries,” said Susan. “Watch your language.”

Savannah was about to take the dog out of there. But Susan sank down next to Foley, gently checking the dog out. Savannah bristled at how Susan’s body was so close to Foley’s and how chummy they were. And her exam was so uninvolved that Savannah was wondering why she had to bring the dog down for?  What sort of veterinarian expertise was at work just petting the dog next to her ex-husband?  Yes, it was official; Savannah was jealous. 

It was so awkward. Whatever she and Foley may grow to have, if they grew to have something, he and Susan shared something that by all appearances was timeless. His ex-wife was always going to have some kind of connection with him. One that looked really comfortable. Savannah wanted to leave and retreat to the comfort and bliss of her lake home.

“He looks good,” Susan said. 

She and Foley stood up. Susan handed Savannah an envelope. 

“You can just drop that in the mail to me whenever,” she said. “Nice seeing you again. And if you email my assistant, I will be happy to forward records to your regular veterinarian.”

Savannah and Beau walked out of the vet’s office. Savannah didn’t even have the feeling she might see Foley again. Like the bulk of why he and the Ghosts were at her house had resolved or something, and everyone moved on. Now Savannah wondered if what happened between Foley and her was not just a consenting adult moment. Boy, did she feel stupid.

Susan was indeed right about her ex.

Savanna h almost felt like thanking Paul Kerley for wrecking her grocery shopping. She almost bought enough to feed an army or rather a biker club. She drove through the fast food window and bought the biggest meal they had. It didn’t help to have a Border Collie-Lab mix staring at her while she bit into her food. Against her strict regime for him, she gave Beau the occasional French fry until they got home. 

Chapter 10

Savannah let the dog off the leash once they were inside the house. She set the remains of her binge on the kitchen counter and opened up the vet bill. It was such a shock that she started laughing. She was hysterical. She laughed so hard that she attracted the dog’s concern. She had to rub his head and assure him.

“It’s okay,” she said.

She looked at the bill again. Two thousand dollars and that was not including lab fees to keep her dog at the vet’s office. Reviewing the invoice made her laugh all over again. When she thought the fit had passed, she picked up the phone to call the vet’s office. As soon as Susan answered the phone, Savannah’s laughter was revived.

“Hold on,” said Savannah and she bent over laughing.

“Are you okay?” asked Susan.

“Yes,” she said. “I was just reading the bill. Is the bill really two thousand dollars?”

“Well, yes,” replied Susan. “It was emergency care.”

“Okay, well, I see you’ve also charged me for a follow-up exam,” said Savannah.

“Yes,” said Susan as though Savannah was being unreasonable. “You were just at my office.”

“You pet the dog. You didn’t examine the dog,” said Savannah.

And without being able to do anything to stop it, she began laughing again.

“I have to go,” said the vet. “Foley and I are in the middle of something. We can discuss this later.”

Click.

Savannah poured herself a glass of wine and drank it with the rest of her hamburger meal. She poured herself another glass when she finished her food. This glass she didn’t drink quite so quickly. She ambled around her house, really looking it over. She wandered out on to the patio and saw that a bike was out in front of the guest house. She put her glass down and decided to pay the guest house a visit. She decided it was probably time for them to go. She didn’t need ‘protection’ any more.

By the time she knocked on the guest house door, Savannah was feeling the effects of the wine, though she wasn’t drunk. Bull, one of the Ghosts, answered the door. He was more than polite. He invited her in, but Savannah was brief.

“You are welcomed to stay as long as you need to pack up, but I won’t need you guys to stay. I am fine. The house is fine,” she said.

Bull looked confused. Pike joined him at the door. Now, he was cute, thought Savannah. He had longish, silky hair the color of honey comb. He was younger than Savannah, but he was definitely adorable. Maybe even fuckable. Now, that was the booze talking.

“You want us to go?” asked Bull.

“Yes, please. I would like my privacy,” she said civilly. “And I don’t want to call the police.”

She didn’t want to throw the police threat in at all. But she knew they wouldn’t leave if she didn’t.

“Alrighty then,” he said.

“I will let Trenton know,” she said.

“Don’t you mean Foley?” asked Bull.

“No,” she said with a chilly smile. “I meant Trenton.”

As promised, she followed up with a text to Trenton. That was that. Savannah felt like she had her place finally. It was very similar to the relief she felt when the matter was legally settled between her stepmother and the estate lawyer. Paul Kerley. He was furious with her. The allegations that he had been harassing her had destroyed him.

Savannah made sure everything was locked up.

“Come on, Beau,” she said, and the two of them jogged to the bathroom off her bedroom. 

She left the door that opened to the bedroom opened. Beau lounged on the rug while Savannah bathed. She was going to dress and snuggle in the movie room. She and Beau were going to watch movies together. 

The phone buzzed. It was Trenton. He wanted to talk. Savannah ignored him. It buzzed again. It was Susan. She invited Savannah to chat about the bill. She ignored that text too. No messages or contact from Foley. Pain gripped her chest. It hurt badly. Being stupid and smitten was not a good combination. She turned off her phone on purpose.

She washed her hair and got out of the tub. She dressed in a terry teddy and shorts set. She and the dog padded off into the movie room. She pulled her scrumptious afghan up over her body and hit the remote. She chose a romantic comedy. Beau slept on her feet. Half an hour into the story, the doorbell rang. 

Chapter 11

Savannah’s heart raced. Her first thought was it was Foley. She had a mixed feeling. Part of her, of course, wanted to see him, but she felt she also had to protect herself. The bell rang again. Savannah paused the movie and dashed to the door. She checked the peephole. There was no one there. She first thought Foley had stepped aside. But that was not the case.

Her heart raced. Beau began to bark and growl. Savannah quietly called 911. She sent the bikers in the guest home away. The doorbell rang again. She tried not to freak out. She eased away from the front door, slipping into the guest bathroom. She whispered. 

“Please come,” she said. “Someone is ringing and running my front door.”

Now there was a firm knock. Savannah could not help but shriek. Foley called from the other side of the door.

“Savannah?” he called. 

He tried the door knob but was locked. He pounded the door. His voice was panicked.

“Savannah! Better open up or I’m kicking this damn door down!” he shouted.

Savannah twisted the lock on the knob and let him in. They were both very confused.

“False alarm,” she said.

“False alarm?” asked the dispatcher.

“Yeah,” assured Savannah. “The person who was at my door is here, and I know him. I am sorry for the drama.”

Savannah ended the call.

“What was that about?” demanded Foley sternly.

“Someone was ringing my door and there was no one there. I got scared. I called the cops,” she said. 

She put her eye on the peephole.

“Wonder why I couldn’t see you?” she asked.

“Because I didn’t ring the doorbell,” he said with a lecture. “But if you didn’t tell Bull and Pike and John to go we would have figured out who did.”

Savannah tensed. Bringing up the fact that she called off the security that the Ghosts of the Prairie offered her made her recall why. She no longer completely trusted what had happened between Foley and her. 

“Why are you here?” she asked gravely.

“I heard about what went on at the grocery store,” he said, trying to catch her eye while she was avoiding his. “Why didn’t you mention it when you saw me today?”

Savannah was annoyed, just on the brink of being angry.

“Because it doesn’t concern you,” she said frankly. “And besides, you were kind of busy.”

There she said it. Or rather she hinted at it. 

“I was busy how?” he asked.

He cupped her waist with his big, powerful hand and guided her to the sofa in her living room. Beau, who had been sitting and just watching the two followed. They sat down. Savannah was pouting and she couldn’t help it. She knew that it was obvious. She could feel it. She made a face. 

“I was in the grocery store. I had been there for about twenty minutes. I was heading down an aisle, and Paul Kerley was coming up the other end and he just started screaming at me,” she said. 

Foley touched her thigh and gently coaxed her legs over his lap. He gently massaged her feet. She didn’t want him to, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. She was mad at him, but she was really glad he was there.

“He said he got in trouble for the office building fire,” she said.

“They are looking at him for it. It was my turn to go grocery shopping for the fire house. Me and some of the guys went in, and I guess his causing a big scene was the gossip of the day.”

He pressed a spot in her instep that corded arousal through her insides. She squirmed. “I felt kind of sorry for the guy. Yes, he was a jerk. Yes, I think he conspired with my stepmother to rob my father blind. And yes, they tried to take my home away from me. Even while he was scaring the bejesus out of me, but something inside of me said to just drop it.”

“So when I asked you why you were flustered, you didn’t tell me the truth,” he said. “You said it was because you rushed over. But you were flustered because you had just been at the grocery store. And the clerk said you left a pretty full cart.”

The full cart. That was for the party she was going to have to for the biker club which she was pretty sure she no longer wanted to have.

“I just didn’t feel like discussing it with you. Especially since you were busy,” she said.

She pulled away from him, but he drew her in closer.

“Please look at me,” he ordered. “That’s the second time you’ve said I was busy. How was I busy?”

Savannah could feel her face tighten with an attitude. She really didn’t want to talk about this.

“You were with your wife, Foley,” she said outright.

He raised his eye brows. He studied her. And then he smiled. He pulled her onto his lap. He chased her attention so that she could not avoid eye contact.

He said, “Susan Gretsky is my ex-wife. We are not married, but we
are
friends. I don’t kiss her. I don’t love her. I don’t fuck her. We knew each other back in Parshall. I was a Ghost then, and when we both had jobs that took us here when Danny asked me to anchor our club here. And when things didn’t work out between Susan and me, we were still on good terms. We really didn’t know anyone here, and it’s just comfortable staying in touch. She called me on my way to the grocery store so she could see for herself that I was alright. Sometimes she does that when she knows I’ve been on a big fire. Had she not done that, and had James Kerley not flipped out on you, I might have been covertly feeling you up in the vegetable aisle.”

“Oh, I see,” she said, feeling a smile spread throughout her from the inside out.

“So I guess you had a question about what my relationship is with my ex-wife?” he said.

“Yes, I did,” she chuckled.

“Why didn’t you ask it?” he asked.

“Because I just met you. Because there’s no real reason to. Because it’s not my place,” she said.

“And yet you wanted to ask it, and so you should have. And if it’s not your place, I can tell you clearly, it’s no one else’s. Not by a long shot. We have shared a bed together. We’ve fucked. And we are about to fuck once again. This doesn’t feel casual to me. Does it feel casual to you?”

“No, it doesn’t,” said Savannah.

“I’m not ready for something like this,” she said.

He gazed into her eyes. “Don’t even fucking tell me you don’t care. Because I can see in your eyes that you do.”

“Please.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me there’s nothing there. And I’ll go. I’ll leave you the fuck alone, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

She looked into those gorgeous eyes of his.

“I need you right now,” he said. “I need you so damn bad. Please don’t make me leave. Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

All at once, the moment was thick with passion. Her head spun. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The two were on the same wave length as they slowly came together for a long awaited, much-needed kiss.

His scent filled her nostrils. It was wonderful to run her fingers through his lush hair. To feel his solid body as she glided her hands down the span of his muscled back and to hold him with all that she had. She could feel his erection.

“I miss your cock. Just being with you makes me wet.”

“You sure know how to turn me on.”

She touched his manhood. His dick was so hard, so fucking huge. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth right now.”

“You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t imagine making love to anyone else. Nobody fucks like you do,” he purred.

“That’s right baby. I never want another cock inside of me.”

“Oh, baby. You’re so damn sexy.”

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” she said.

“Good.”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

He grabbed her hair and gently pulled back. “I’m going to hold you down and make you come. Can you handle what I’m about to do?”

“I can fucking handle anything. Tell me what you like.”

Their moment was jarringly interrupted though with yet another knock on the door. In their pause, they could hear the noises of a police radio. It sounded like the sheriff was at the door. Foley answered the door.

There on the porch was Sheriff Doug and Savannah’s stepmother. 

“Hello,” she said.

“Carolyn,” I responded. 

“Good evening,” said the sheriff in an extra chipper voice. “I understand you called earlier saying someone had been ringing your doorbell.”

“Yes,” said Savannah.

“Well, I recognized your number, and I know you said never mind, but we did a drive by anyway. I found this individual vandalizing some vehicles out front. Would you step outside and take a look? We caught her slashing a tire, but we will need you to identify any damage that may have existed prior to our catching her.”

Foley pushed past the sheriff who stepped aside to let him by. Savannah followed Foley. His bike appeared untouched but when they found sugar around the gas cap of Savannah’s car, they checked again. All of Savannah’s tires were destroyed. She was pretty sure she had had it with this woman.

“You bitch!” Savannah said.

“Still thinking you want to just let it go?” Foley pressured. “Sheriff, are you aware this woman’s cohort, Paul Kerley verbally attacked Savannah at the grocery store today?”

“What does that have to do with me?” protested Carolyn Payton.

“We’re aware,” said the sheriff. “Are you pressing charges against this individual for vandalism and trespassing?”

“And harassment,” added Savannah.

“I’m not sure why a restraining order isn’t in place against these two, Savannah,” said the sheriff. “But we have footage from the grocery story of Kerley menacing you, and we’ve caught this woman in the act. You have plenty of grounds to swear out an order against both of these two.”

“Can she do it in the morning?” asked Foley. “I was going to scold her thoroughly after you leave.”

“Whore,” fired Carolyn Payton.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, bitch,” scowled Foley. “Or you will deal with me.”

“Wouldn’t mind,” she smiled. “But look at her. Ha ha, you wore your jammies to the door.”

Savannah realized that her stepmother was right. She burned from head to toe.

The sheriff put the cuffs on Savannah’s irate and very-verbal stepmother. They maneuvered her into the squad car. Foley and Savannah went back inside to the house and closed the door on the world. He swept her up in his arms and carried her back into the movie room. The sofa was plenty wide enough for the two of them. 

Savannah burned for him. She was just about to make a firefighter joke when his tongue in her ear knocked it out of her memory. The tip of his hot wet tongue had an invisible but powerful connection to the deepest part of her. The more he lathered the hollow of her ear, the more she ached to be filled by him.

“You like being fucked hard?” he asked. “I’m going to fuck you hard, take you, and fuck you real hard against the wall, and fuck your brains out.”

“Oh, baby, you’re turning me on!”

Curling up with Foley was like curling up to an oak tree. He was so much taller than she, and broader, more solid. She propped up her knee onto his iron-hard thigh, making her center so vulnerable to him; accessible to him. She grinded her soft, hungry flesh against the thick, rough texture of his black jeans. She writhed against Foley’s body as her mouth feasted on his.

“I’m going to wrap my lips around your big, hard cock,” she said mindlessly.

“Shit!” he said. “No woman gets me this excited.”

Savannah pushed gently on his muscled shoulder, coaxing him onto his back. He was a giant at the mercy of her imagination; her whim. She straddled him. His face was curled with a slight smile as he watched. She unfastened belt, the biker emblem on the buckle was heavy. She traced the emblem with her finger.

“Is this your club logo?” she asked.

It was very artful,

“It is,” he said in a smoky voice.  “So is this.”

He leaned his shoulder towards her so she could check out his tattoo. It was indeed the same.  Foley stroked her bare arms and in a sly move, fished under the flimsy hem of her teddy. His hot fingers found the doughy curve of her breast. He pinched her soft nipples until they were hard. He teased their imprisoned tips with the pad of his thumbs.

While he had a hold of her, he raised his buttocks slightly, off of the sofa with her astride him, so that she could lower his jeans. He was fully erect; completely excited. Savannah’s eyelids fluttered. The sight of him aroused her so.

She was in the perfect position. Savannah lowered her mouth to capture the clean, smooth head of his rigid cock in the heat of her wet lips. Foley drew in a breath sharply. That pleased her. She knew he liked it.

Foley moaned. “Put your head down here, now lick those balls as wet and dirty as you can… yes, yes, that’s it.”

She took in as much of his very large length as she could. She took him into the back of her throat one time before guiding the tip of him to the spongy walls of her cheeks. She constricted her entire mouth around him as tautly as possible, working up a lot of saliva to create sensual perfection for him. She gripped the base of him and worked until he tapped out.