The one-way glass also gave me the opportunity to keep an eye on a certain motorcycle club—particularly their president—as they inhabited my bar night after night, from open to last call.
In an effort to secure himself more protection, the previous owner leased the upstairs of the building to Ridgewood’s very own motorcycle club, Sinners Warlord, in hopes they’d have his back if and when he needed it. Though they may give off a ‘cross to the other side of the street when you see them’ vibe, they were really a group of leather-clad vigilantes who went around acting as though they were Ridgewood’s personal scum exterminators. The beauty of it was, the Sinners worked alongside Ridgewood P.D. to help keep the streets safe, although if you asked either party to confirm their collaboration, they’d both deny it.
Thanks to the deal made with the previous owner, I was now stuck with the Sinners indefinitely. I really screwed myself by not asking more questions about the actual club when I signed my escrow paperwork to take over the building. I hadn’t realized until later I completely overlooked the clause that said the upstairs tenants were locked into a five-year leasing agreement that couldn’t be nullified by the purchaser.
In reality, the Sinners wouldn’t have been a problem at all, had it not been for their club president.
What were the odds that Cain Michaels was the president of the fucking motorcycle club living above my bar?
Just my luck, honestly.
Once the paperwork had been signed and I closed on my bar, I dug deeper and found out as much as I could about the club and those involved. Two members in particular had caught my eye: Cain and Sly.
Cain because he was a giant pain in my ass—a part of my past that I thought was just that, in the past. Sly because he was hotter than the desert sun and looked like someone I could take on a ride.
For the last three months, I had been successful at keeping Cain at bay while having some good, filthy fun with Sly. Cain and I usually passed like two ships in the night, me avoiding him until we had business to conduct. And even though he left me alone for the most part, my body was acutely aware of his presence. I could feel his eyes on me always, and instinctively knew exactly when he entered a room.
The fact I was so in tune with him put a pit in my stomach. It’d been years and the bastard still had an effect on me.
Despite me never asking him to, Cain made himself Andromeda’s personal security detail, watching the bar nightly from inside and reporting anything he deemed as suspicious to myactualsecurity team. Whether he did this for the well-being of his club, or so he had a reason to show up to my bar every night, was something I had never bothered to ask him. Asking would require actually speaking to him, and when I spoke to Cain, stupid shit came out of my mouth.
I’d rather put my mouth to other uses. Like throwing back shots or sucking Sly’s dick.
As though summoned by the devil himself, a knock bellowed through the door and pulled me from my thoughts. The knob turned and the door pushed inward slightly before Sly’s painfully handsome face peered around the corner.
“Ciao, mia preferita. How is it going in here?”
Giving Sly a small smile, I picked up a pile of paperwork in both hands and waved them slightly, sighing deeply as I then released them from my grasp. The papers fell back down to my desk, landing messily in front of me.
“Ah, that well, then?” He crossed the room, letting the door close behind him. I heard the lock engage, shutting us into my office.
Sly always looked so perfectly put together, wearing his signature black jeans and t-shirt, and black steel-toed boots. He styled his hair with a small amount of product—just enough to keep it looking clean and tidy—and kept his facial hair short and impeccably groomed. Sly was literally the epitome of a wet dream. It’s no wonder I had a hard time staying fully clothed around him.
“Brilliantly,” I huffed as he came around my desk. I turned to face him, a mischievous smile circling at my lips. “It’d be a lot better if you swept everything off my desk and fucked me on it. At least then I’d be able to check one thing off my to-do list for the day.”
Pushing my hair behind my shoulder, Sly brought his hand to the side of my neck, curling his fingers around it gently before he leaned down and kissed the place below his thumb. “I’d love nothing more than to do just that, but I have to go into the bar in ten minutes to speak with Cain.”
“All the more reason to stick your dick in me now.”
His vibrant hazel eyes met mine, and he quickly narrowed them, seemingly unamused by my suggestion. He thought purposely for a moment before telling me, “He loves you, you know. You may be mia preferita, but to Cain, you’re the reason the sun rises each morning.”
“The reason why the sun rises each morning has nothing to do with me, Sly.”
He chuckled before pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m never wrong.” I smiled weakly, knowing right now I most certainly was wrong. Or at least trying to live in denial. “Does it bother you? That Cain makes his feelings known to the entire club, yet the entire club knows you and I are sleeping together?”
“Sex is sex.” He kissed the curve between my shoulder and neck. “You’re not in a relationship, nor am I.” Three soft kisses trailed up my neck, the last just below my jawline. “If you choose to spend your evenings in my bed, the only people who have the right to object are me and you. I’m certainly not complaining about our arrangement. Are you?”
Sly’s fingertips brushed against the sliver of skin on my waist as he circled his fingers around my hip and pulled me flush against his body. Even now, I could feel the bulge in his pants, showing me he definitely wasn’t complaining.
“Nope. No complaints from me,” I breathed, allowing myself a moment to get lost in the simplicity of Sly’s touch. He wasreallygreat at foreplay. A master at the art of seduction.
His lips caught mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, dancing with mine as he kissed me deeply.
All too quickly, he pulled away, leaving me wanting more. “Good,” he said, smiling and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “So until something changes, we continue to enjoy the company of one another. Now, as much fun as pressing your naked body up against the glass and fucking you sounds, I really must go speak with Cain. You’d think he could see through the glass by the way he’s been staring at it since I walked in.”
Moving my gaze to the window, Cain was sitting at his normal high-top table near the back wall, chair turned so the back leaned against it. He faced the glass wall directly across from him, not taking his eyes off it. He took a cherry from a small bowl in front of him and popped it into his mouth, pulling the stem from between his lips.
