Salem Charm: Book 3 of Colson Brothers Series (12 page)

Meeting the Las Vegas chapter was not unlike meeting the Exiles. The men were rough and tough looking, but greeted us like long lost friends. Lou introduced me as his old lady, earning a few looks of surprise.

We spent about an hour socializing before he rode us back to the main part of town. I’m starting to feel a little more comfortable around all these bikers. It helps that Lou is right by my side the whole time.

He took us back to the hotel and parked near where we were before. Questions had built up in my mind along the ride about his life, and his family.

He helped me off the bike so I don’t trip and burn myself on the hot pipes. Then he kissed me so suddenly, and so passionately I dropped my helmet. Whoa! What’s this?? What did I do?? How do I do it again???

When he let me up for air I asked, “What was that for?”

“You. Last night, this morning in the casino, and the way you clung to me at the club. I was the envy of every man in your path today.” He tucked my helmet and jacket in the saddle bags.

“I don’t see how. Did you see all those super-models at that club? I felt like a fat cow in comparison.” I complained.

He grabbed my arm, “Come here.”

“What?”

He looked at me then his bike and back again. “Here, just play along.” He scooped me up and positioned my legs and arms in some silly pose. He did something with my hair. The way he’s looking me over is making me feel self conscious.

“I feel silly.”

“You won’t in a minute.” He stepped back and took about six pictures with his phone from different angles.

I hopped off having had enough of this type of attention. “Okay enough, you’re embarrassing me.”

He tapped the screen on his phone and showed it to me. “Look. This is what I see when I look at you.”

I cringed but looked anyway. “That’s not me. That’s… holy moly, is that really… me? I flipped through the pictures. “What the hell??”

He laughed snatching his phone back. “That one’s going on my wallpaper.”

“You better not!” I still can’t believe that was me. The woman displayed in such an erotic fashion on that big beautiful bike could
not
have been me. I’m not sexy!!

“Oh yes, you can bet your beautiful ass that’s going on my wallpaper.” He threatened taking me under his arm again, “Ready to go see how beautiful you really are?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know!” The idea of playing sex goddess for the day is kind of exciting, but mostly scary. I don’t wear short skirts, hell, I don’t even like to show cleavage.

“Do you trust me?” He asked probably sensing my apprehension.

“That’s a strange question to ask.”

“I need to know Barbara.” He scolded playfully.

“I guess I do. I mean, yes, I believe I trust you almost as much as I trust Myles, which is more than I trust anyone.”

“We’ll have to work on that. I want you to trust me as much, if not more. I will be your husband, you should be able to trust your husband.”

“Oh my God, can we curb the marriage talk for today??”

“Nope. I am relentless, and you will succumb to my charms.” He decided as we stepped out into the sun.

“I believe I already did, last night.” I flirted reminding him.

He groaned, stopped, turned and cupped my face quickly before kissing me good. I forgot where we were as he made love to my mouth with his.

When somebody hooted at us he grabbed my hair and gently tilted my head back. His eyes are burning with that need I remember from our time in the bedroom.

There are about ten people standing around. Every woman is looking at Lou like they want to jump him right here in the street. The men are looking at me. I have no idea why. He’s the one doing the passionate kissing in the middle of the street!

I buried my face in his chest. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“Oh honey, the things I’m going to do to you… that will seem like nothing.” He promised.

“Like what??” I’m horrified. Can it get anymore… public display of affection?

“You’ll see. I’m going to slowly peel away these inhibitions of yours, starting today.”

“I’m scared.” I laughed.

“Good, makes for better sex.” He teased kissing the top of my head.

“It does??”

“Not real fear, like fear of your life, or fear of getting hurt. However, the fear of getting caught can be quite erotic.”

“Caught? Where are people having sex? In the streets??”

He laughed and pointed to a side street. “Right down there about two blocks is an empty warehouse. I know for a fact it’s unlocked because I broke the lock chasing some asshole a few months ago. The building is set for destruction, but they don’t have the proper permits in order yet. I could easily put your back to the wall and your legs around my waist. Hmm. Damn I need I drink, a very strong, and very cold drink.” He pulled me into another casino.

“Would you really do that?” I asked as we waited for our drinks.

He ran his thumb over my cheek. “Yes, in a heartbeat.”

“But…

“Stop thinking about it, and especially stop talking about it. Or baby, I’m going to throw you down and kiss your clothes off right here and now.”

I swallowed turning bright red as the lady behind us gasped. I took my Jack and Coke from the bartender and tried to thank him but the words wouldn’t come out. Hopefully the forced smile was enough.

“Now. Let’s go find some clothes that fit your perfect little curves.” He once again draped his arm around my shoulders and just like that escorted me back outside.

“Did you hear that girl? She gasped at what you said.” I laughed taking a sip. “Are we allowed to drink outside?”

“They’re plastic cups, so yes. Cops don’t care too much, they won’t bother you with plastic, but glass and drunks don’t mix.”

I laughed, “Where are we going?”

“Caesar’s Palace baby. That’s where the good stuff is.”

I turned in front of the mirror. I can’t wear this!! It’s cut clear up to my tush. The boots come up to just over my knee. And these stockings?? And where did I get such huge boobs?? I knew they weren’t small, but in this dress they look huge!

I looked at my rear end one more time in the mirror. “Lou is going to run for the hills.” I laughed at myself and figured better he run now than later.

I opened the door and peeked out finding him waiting with his arms crossed just outside the door. “Is there anyone around?” I asked. His pose reminds me of Flagstaff when he kissed me in the dressing room. That seems so long ago now for some reason.

“Just hold the door open and step back.” He said in a husky voice I don’t think I’ve heard before.

I stepped back holding the door open and did a little ‘ta-da!’ with my hands feeling absolutely ridiculous.

He looked me over. “Turn around, slowly.”

I did and screamed when he was on me and kicking the door shut. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he took my shoulders and turned me to face the mirror.

I had to blink to focus. “Well, with you in the reflection I don’t feel so big.” Lou is a big man who dwarfs just about everyone, except Myles. He and Myles are built differently, but they are about he same height and girth.

“You are not big.” He brought his hands around and under my breasts. “Okay, these are big.”

I laughed, “I know! I had no idea! I feel so slutty!!”

“Yeah, I think we’ll buy this one for the bedroom.” He bent down and kissed my neck. “I have something else I want you to try on that you can wear in public.”

Relief washed over me. “Thank God, I thought you were going to make me wear this out there!” I pointed to the front of the store.

He smiled, “No, I want to keep some things to myself.” He opened the door and reached out for a handful of hangers with clothes hanging from them. “See what you can do with these.”

I took the hangers and put them on the hooks.

“Ah hell.” He closed the door again and backed me to the mirror. His fingers came up and tickled along the swells under my breasts. “May I?”

I nodded because I can’t breathe let alone talk. What’s he going to do?

He moved the material aside and lowered to take one in each hand before closing his mouth over my left nipple. When he suckled I made a whimpering type noise I’ve never heard from myself before.

“Oh my.” I felt my head fall back against the mirror as I gripped his shoulders for balance.

He groaned before finding the other nipple and suckled a little harder as he kneaded the tender flesh that’s never had a man’s callused hand touching it. It feels wonderful to be touched in such a way by him. He’s gentle, but greedy. Hungry might be a better word.

I grabbed his hair causing that bandana to fall to the floor. “Oh my.”

He let go of my left breast and reached down pushing my legs apart with his big hand. “Shh, be quiet.” He ordered going back for the other nipple and sucking harder this time.

His fingers found me and I exploded immediately. “OH my God!!”

He came up and covered my mouth with his as he worked me up and over twice more.

When he let go and dropped to his knees I thought I’d fall with him. He shoved the skirt up making me squeak again.

He looked up and put his finger to his lips, “I said be quiet.”

“I’m trying.” I whispered.

“Try harder.” He ordered and pressed his nose into the apex of my thighs.

My knees went out. Thankfully Lou caught me in his strong capable arms. I leaned back as he used his tongue to taste me a place that seems to explode at his will. I felt my body tremble again as his whiskers dug in against my thighs and his tongue probed deeper in search of of how wet he’s made me.

He gave me one more good tongue lashing before helping me to the chair. “Good God woman.”

I leaned back looking up at him. “That was your fault.”

“Oh no, I’m not taking the blame for that one.” He adjusted himself again. He rolled his eyes, “Pick what you like, surprise me.” He meant the clothes and pulled the door shut behind him.

I stood up a second later and looked at myself in the mirror as I peel out of this crazy leather outfit he’d insisted I try on first. Now I know why. Sneaky bastard. I’ll have to remember to give him a hard time tonight at dinner. A hard time. That is in fact what I’m giving him. I saw the bulge and the frustration on the poor man’s face. Why do I feel so sorry for him? Because now I know what he wants. What his body wants. He wants me. I put my hand on the mirror to steady myself as the idea of such a big bad biker of a man wanting me, of all women, made me dizzy.

What would it be like to be naked and in this man’s arms. It would be wonderful. I would kiss his tattoos and ask what they meant while he held me afterwards. As my body reacted and made me smile I forced the thoughts of making love to Lou aside. I don’t know how, but the man has completely stolen my heart along with my senses.

I found a cute black and silver tight fitting dress that went very well with the thigh-high black leather boots. He’d tossed in some cute heels I would have worn any other day, but today, after what he just did, he’s getting the boots. He all but said I was an uptight snob when we first met. In fact, I’m sure he came right out and used those exact words. Let’s see how he deals with the sultry sexy Southern Belle I had no idea was inside me.

I pulled on the short matching jacket and checked myself. Not bad. Definitely better than the leather thing. I gathered the rest of the items before opening the door again.

This time I didn’t give him a little show, I just handed him the clothes I wanted to purchase. “This should keep those wandering hands of yours preoccupied for a minute.”

He bit his lip when he saw the boots. “Oh kitten, you’re really going to kill me in those boots.” He almost sounded like he was begging! Mission accomplished.

He paid for our purchases with his credit card.

I waited until we got back out into the main part of the mall. “You have to let me pay you back.”

“For what?” He looked in the bag like a kid with a fresh bag of Halloween candy.

“Those.”

“Why?” He looked at me with that wicked grin, “These are for me.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed harder than I can remember laughing a very long time. “You’re off your nut.”

He put his hand on my lower back, “Geezus woman, you have every guy in here is drooling.”

“You picked out the dresses.”

“It’s not the dress, well, yeah, it’s the dress too, but it’s you, in that dress and those boots. You’re killing me!” He whispered in my ear.

“Good.”

“Good?? Why good? Are you enjoying this??” He’s completely surprised, and I’m loving every sweet second.

“You bet I am.” I pointed to the Coach store. “Ooh purses, I need a purse since you made me leave my mine behind.”

He’s biting his knuckles trying to look at me and where we’re walking at the same time. I think he’s almost tripped twice.

I want to crack up so bad I might start shaking. “What’s wrong? Hungry?” I said the last word very slowly.

He closed his eyes and bit harder.

I almost cried it was so perfect. He deserves this. Why? Because for the first time in my life I feel powerful and sexy. I know it’s all his doing, but as this is all new to me, and not likely to last, so I’m going to enjoy every minute.

The look on Lou’s face almost makes me feel sorry for him. Almost. I can’t tell if he’s still in shock, or just being silly, but he looks like he’s going to implode as his eyes don’t know whether to look up, or down.

I went into the store and found the bag I wanted fairly quickly. I know my Coach bags. This one is the newer model of the one I purchased over a year ago, but this time I purchased the black one. I love my camel colored bag at home, but black suites my new wardrobe much better these days.

Lou paid for this purchase too, despite my protests. I gave in because I didn’t want to argue in front of the cashier.

We walked all over the mall before poor Lou couldn’t take it anymore. “Babe, we need to get out of here.”

I smiled sweetly up at him, “Why?”

“Because I’m about to kick every guy’s ass in here. Dammit baby, I knew you would look hot, but you’re tipping the scale here. Showing off is one thing, but now I’m getting possessive. We need to go.” He insisted.