One You Never Leave (3 page)

When she calmed, he rose and bent over to wickedly descend on her mouth with a crushing kiss so she tasted her own juices. “See now hot you taste,” he said. “I could eat that all night, you taste so good.”

She swallowed hard at the thought. Emily was so sensitive after her orgasm she doubted she could take any more of Luke’s tongue’s attention.

“But,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “it’s my turn now. Hold on tight, baby.”

Emily gasped as she felt him lining up his hard shaft to her entrance. She was so wet both from his mouth and her orgasm that he slid in easily. He groaned as his length moved deeper inside her. He filled her completely and gripped her hips. Emily couldn’t help but mewl; he felt so good inside her. “I love you, baby,” she gasped.

“Hell, yeah,” Luke was like this when he was deep in pleasure, unable to speak more than a word or two.

“So good,” she whimpered.

Slowly he pumped her, his strong thighs pushing into her and then out. Slowly his rhythm built. In her mind, she saw him from the back, his beautiful ass tight and strong as he stroked her. The image was enough to tip her over the edge again. Her cries aroused him more, and he pounded into her.

“Fuck!” he said, “I’m cumming, baby.” After a few more strokes, he laid his head on her back for a minute while his breathing calmed. Then he straightened and pulled her up into his arms.

“You are so amazing,” she said and smiled. “That was quick. The pizza isn’t even here yet.”

“Oh, yeah, that. I told them to hold delivery for an hour.”

“You!” accused Emily, slapping her hand on his shoulder.

“Ouch!” he said.

“Don’t even go there. With muscles like yours, this isn’t even the sting of a mosquito bite on you.”

“But,” said Luke, playfully with a touch of drama, “the emotional pain.”

Emily scoffed, but the sound was overridden by the ring of the doorbell.

Ignoring Good Advice

Luke
let go of Emily as the doorbell chirped. She made her way to the bedroom to get herself together while Luke hastily flung his clothes back on. He managed to get his pants back up as the doorbell rang again, and he slipped his t-shirt on as he answered the door to find a tall dark-haired man.

“Matt!” said Luke surprised.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t come at a bad time, but I thought if the immigration agent was still here it might help to have your lawyer around as well.”

“No, she left a half hour ago. But come in anyway and have a beer.”

“Sounds good.”

“Emily, Matt Stone’s here.”

Emily came out of the bedroom after pulling on a pair of pregnancy jeans and a t-shirt. Her face was flushed and Luke grinned at how sexy she looked. “Hi, Matt; I didn’t know lawyers made house calls.”

“You’re looking great, Emily,” said Matt.

“Nah. I’m a whale and I know it. But at least it’s not a permanent condition.”

“Em!” Luke said laughing. “You’re tiny! You just think you’re big.” He walked over and kissed her. “You look gorgeous.” He nodded at the sofa. “Sit and I’ll get you something to drink. Matt, have a seat too. We’ve got a pizza due here any minute.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“Not at all!” Emily patted Matt’s arm and pointed to the recliner. “You come to an Irish woman’s house and you’ll get fed. If you don’t eat, it’s your own damn fault. At least that’s what my mother always said.”

Matt grinned widely. “I swear if you weren’t taken, I’d take you off the market myself.”

“Hey, stop flirting with my wife,” complained Luke with a crooked smile.

“Got to keep the skills up somehow. I’m too buried in the office for much of a social life. You’re too damned lucky, Luke.” Matt winked at Emily and she chuckled.

The doorbell chimed again.

“That better be the pizza,” Luke joked. In short order, he brought two boxes to the coffee table. “Sausage and peppers, and a white pizza,” he said, pointing to the boxes.

“White pizza?” said Matt.

“It’s yummy,” said Emily. “Lots of garlic and parmesan cheese.”

Matt shrugged off his charcoal gray suit jacket and laid it across the wide back of the upholstered chair. With a smile, he lifted the cover of one of the boxes. “Well, if it’s from Jimmy’s, it’s got to be good.”

Luke brought over a couple of beers and handed one to Matt. He handed a lemonade to Emily, and dumped paper plates and napkins on the coffee table. “It’s been a day, so we’re casual tonight.”

“I didn’t expect dinner, so this is a treat.”

Luke sank down in the sofa next to Emily and popped the cap off of his beer. He waited till Matt had his pizza. “So that agent had some pretty dire things to say about my case.”

“They aren’t known,” said Matt, “for their warm and caring personalities. They like to scare people, usually to try to get them say things that will count against the immigrant.”

Luke scowled. “Funny. I don’t feel like an immigrant.”

“Your father did you no favors for doing things like he did. That counts against you. But the government is not living up to their old promises, which should work for you.”

“Will it?” said Emily.

“I won’t lie to you, Emily. Luke’s case is unusual, and immigration doesn’t like unusual. If the DEA doesn’t step up for Luke, he may have to go to Mexico. There are some nice cities, and I hear Hermisillo is a lot like Tucson.”

“I have no interest in living in Mexico,” said Luke. “I’d rather go to Canada.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” said Matt with a chuckle. He tipped back his beer and took a long sip.

“Well,” said Emily, “I don’t want to go to either place. When I was in California, a few friends and I went to Mexico for spring break. I’m not eager to repeat
that
experience. And Canada? I would miss my mother and sister and our friends. Luke would miss his brothers in Hades’ Spawn. Moving is not a good solution.”

“Canada’s not an option without papers either.” Stone nodded his head, but Luke could see the wheels turning in the lawyer’s mind. They might not have any choice about the matter. “You should both try to get passports just in case. Luke, you’ll need to go the Mexican consulate, but Emily you can just go to any U. S. Post Office. It’ll be easier to move around, should Luke get deported, if you have your passports. Luke, you could possibly go to another country if you don’t want to stay in Mexico, and Emily, you’ll be able to follow Luke.”

Emily sighed, and Luke put his arm around her.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m sure it won’t come to that.”

“But it seems to me,” said Emily, “that Luke’s immigration status here will cause the same problems to get a Mexican passport as it is for him to get a resident visa here in the United States.”

“Can’t pull anything over on you, Emily. But it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Matt, take a look at that for me legally. I agree that getting the passport is a good idea. The last thing I want is being stuck in Mexico close to my uncle. It’s just not healthy.” Or safe. Not for him, or Emily and the baby.

“Okay, Luke,” agreed Matt. “I can see I’m going to earn that bike.”

“Bike?” said Emily with suspicion in her voice. “What bike?”

Luke grimaced. “I thought you didn’t tell your client’s secrets,” accused Luke.

“She’s your wife. I thought she knew.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Emily. We’re just doing a bit of horse trading. I promised the 883 to him when the work was finished.”

“But you love that bike!” she protested.

“I love all my bikes, sweetheart, but I love you more. I’ll do anything to stay with you. And I don’t need three bikes anyway. With you in my life, I’m less likely to ride it.”

Emily bit her lip, her face drawn up in consternation.

“Really, babe,” said Luke. “Don’t think another thing about it. It’s all good.” It wasn’t like his bike was going to have a bucket seat attached with Emily riding along beside him. It was time to man up.

Emily blew out a breath. “Okay. We’ll talk about it later. Boys, if you don’t mind, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’m going to lie down a bit.”

“Sure, Emily. Good to see you.” Matt stood and shook her hand.

“You okay?” asked Luke, his concern spiking for his wife.

“Yeah. Like you said, it was a day.” She gave him a little smile. “For some reason I’m all worn out.” She touched his shoulder as she walked around the end of the sofa, and he raised his hand to hers and touched it briefly before she walked away. Emily left the room and clicked the bedroom door shut.

“You want another beer, Matt?”

“No, I’m good. Driving, you know? The last thing a judge wants to see is a lawyer in his courtroom with a DUI.”

Luke got himself another beer, and returned to see Matt staring at his beer bottle with a very serious expression.

“Something up?” said Luke.

“Yeah. I got Okie his new trial.”

“Really? That’s great.” Okie was Doug Black’s club handle and president-in-absentia of the Hades’ Spawn MC club. Luke was supposedly running things until Okie was released.

“Is it, Luke? Isn’t the last thing you need a known associate who was put in jail for dealing drugs? It’s bad enough that Gibs was arrested for drug possession, and he was your employee.”

“All that was engineered by Jack Kinney,” spit Luke.

“Yeah, but there was truth in some of it, wasn’t there? At least with Gibs.”

Luke looked away, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t like to talk ill of the dead. “He was carrying the heroin,” said Luke quietly. “Gibs should’ve known better.”

“Whatever the circumstance, that club is poison to you, Luke. I think you have to think over everything and make some decisions here. As your lawyer, I’m advising you to disavow Hades’ Spawn and resign the vice-presidency. Distance yourself before more bullshit goes down with them and spoils your chance for citizenship irreparably.”

Luke closed his eyes, trying to contain his anger. True, Jack Kinney fucked things up by bringing in the Tucson crew and trying to muscle into the drug trade of the Hombres, one of the largest street gangs in Connecticut. But things were straightened out now. Kinney and his crew were in jail awaiting trial, the old members Kinney scared off came back, and their president was about to return. Now Stone wanted him to give them up after everything he did to get things straight!

Gibs died.
He couldn’t dishonor that or the man by turning his back on his club. “No,” said Luke through clenched teeth.

“What’s more important to you, Luke? A motorcycle gang, or your wife and child and the life you can have here?”

“The Spawn
is
part of my life!”

Matt shook his head. “Your decision, Luke. But do me a favor and think about it. Think about what’s important.” Matt sighed and stood. “Thanks for dinner,” he said as he put on his suit jacket. “I’ll be in touch.”

Luke
saw Matt out the door while the words the man spoke rolled in his gut. His head told him the lawyer was right, but his heart argued furiously otherwise. The Spawn were the people who’d kept him together after he returned alone from the navy. Their business helped him to morph from doing a few repairs on the side into a thriving business. His life during riding season revolved around the club events, and he’d even built a clubhouse that did a good business through the riding season. Giving up the Spawn would be giving up a good part of his life.

But what about Emily and the baby?
his head spoke urgently.
Do you really want to risk them?

No. No. A thousand times, no. He’d lost her twice. Luke wasn’t going to lose her again. Luke kicked the door. Even through his work boots, pain shot up through his big toe. “Ouch!”

“Luke,” called Emily, “everything okay?”

“Yeah. I just stubbed my toe.”

“But you’re wearing your work boots.”

“Yeah, about that. I’m going to take them off now, so you’d better stuff cotton up your nose. You know, so you don’t suffer the effects of my stinky feet.”

“Come here, you silly man,” she said with a laugh.

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Nope. Just resting. There’s a difference between resting and sleeping.”

“Uh-huh,” said Luke as he entered the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his left foot across his knee to get at the laces of his work boots.

“Why did you promise to give Matt one of your bikes?”

Luke shrugged. “Lawyers aren’t cheap, Emily. I’d rather part with the bike than the money.”

“Luke, is there something you’re not telling me about our finances?”

“Me? You’re the accountant. You have access to everything.” At that, Luke felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t told her about the money his father had taken and hidden from the Icherra drug cartel. Twelve point five million dollars would go a long way to easing their money troubles. But the last thing he wanted to do was take that money and use it. Luke always felt a sense of pride that he hadn’t fallen back on that dirty money, but made his own. No. That money would be for emergencies.

His phone on the nightstand rang and Emily reached over and answered.

“Okay, thanks for letting us know.” She clicked off the call. “You might not want to pull that boot off. That was the security company. The store’s alarm went off.”

Luke groaned. “Probably another coyote sniffing around the fire pit where we roasted that pig last summer.”

“The police are there now and they didn’t see anything.”

“Well, that’s what the alarm is for—to scare off the man or beast that’s trespassing. But I’m not looking forward to another face to face with Westfield’s finest.”

“You’ve got to turn off the alarm, so you can’t avoid it.”

He finished retying his laces and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. No man or beast is going to keep me from my beautiful Emily for long.”

Luke’s
truck moved through the chilly November night. It didn’t take him too long to make it to the shop. In fact, his heat had barely kicked on before he reached the parking lot. He squinted against the flashing lights of the police car parked at the shop’s entrance.

“Hello, officers,” he said as he walked to the door. He didn’t recognize either one of the cops.

“You the owner?” asked one.

“Yes. Luke Wade.”

“This is second alarm this month. One more and we’re going to have to charge you for coming out.”

“Well, I’ll try to avoid having coyotes wander over my property.”

“No reports of coyotes tonight,” said the other office, a baby-faced man who looked like he wasn’t two seconds out of the academy.

“When you get that alarm off, we’ll walk the property with you,” said the other.

Luke flipped up the hinged cover and punched in the code, and the alarm fell silent.