by Lane Hart
But War would murder me…
“Is this a bad time?” Audrey asks in concern.
“I’m, ah, sort of on babysitting duty right now,” I explain to her.
“Should I go?” she asks. “Or are they old enough to watch?”
I choke out a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” she replies, looking up at me, innocently blinking those big chocolate eyes. “They look like they’re over eighteen.”
“Are you trying to get me killed?” I whisper to her. “Because that’s what your brother will do to me if he finds out about the other week or today.”
“So, there’s going to be a today?” she asks cheerfully.
“I didn’t say that,” I reply.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” I answer without any hesitation. “Just give me a second to think. It’s really hard to do that when you’re standing right in front of me, wearing a dress that I could so easily bend you over and fuck you in.”
“Oh yeah, let’s do that,” Audrey suggests, pinching my T-shirt in her fingers and grazing my lower abs, which doesn’t help my strategic thought process at all.
“Prospects,” I say. “Go…go clean the kitchen!”
“What?” Mike asks, but thankfully, Cedric gives him a push toward the back to get him heading that way.
“Ooh, will they do anything you tell them to?” Audrey asks. “Because I will too.”
“You really are trying to kill me,” I tell her before I grab her hand and tug her out through the bar door and around the side of the building. There’s never any foot traffic through here so we should have a few moments of privacy. Which is apparently going to be all the time it takes for me to erupt since Audrey only lets me press her into the wall and kiss her lips for a few seconds before she falls to her knees. I worry about the rough pavement causing abrasions on her soft skin but before I can pull her up, she’s unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. And I need her so fucking badly my entire body is trembling.
Audrey’s mouth opens wide as she looks up at me and then wraps her lips around half my cock.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I groan when she pulls off and then surges forward again, causing even more of my rock-hard flesh to disappear into her hot, wet mouth.
Needing a distraction to keep from blowing my load when her head starts to bob faster and faster, I busy my shaky hands with pulling out my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans to hunt for the condom I stashed in there. I toss the leather down on the ground and let Audrey suck me three more wonderful times before I reluctantly step back to remove myself from her mouth.
“Wanna be inside of you,” I tell her as I rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth and then roll the rubber up my damp shaft. Incapable of full sentences, I also mutter, “Up.”
Audrey stands, then reaches down to pull her white panties free from her shoes and holds them up in offering.
“Thanks,” I tell her, as I snatch them from her hand with a grin and shove them into the pocket of my cut.
I reach for her hips as I lean down and slant my lips over hers, kissing her deeply while I lower a hand to cup her between her thighs. My tongue slips between her parted lips at the same time my fingers part her lower ones.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I whisper.
“I missed you,” Audrey says before we’re too busy attacking each other to speak. Her fingers are tugging on my hair while mine are playing with her clit and sinking inside of her tight pussy.
“Fuck me,” she eventually says. “I want to come on your cock.”
“God, yes,” I groan as I remove my hand and spin her around so that she’s facing the building, her palms flattened against it.
Glancing each way, I make sure there’s no one lurking around before I hike up her skirt and then line my cock up to push my way slowly inside of her body. Both of us moan at the amazing sensation of me filling her up until I’m as deep as I can go. I stay buried there for a few moments to revel in the way we fit together so perfectly, like she was made for me.
And also, to try and talk my dick down from jack-hammering into her just to get myself off before Audrey’s even close.
“Maddox?” Audrey asks while squirming on my cock to try and make me move.
“Yeah, baby?” I reply as I place my lips on the side of her neck.
“Move.”
“Move?” I repeat, teasing her.
“Yes, move!” she demands, bucking her hips to try and fuck me. But I flatten her much smaller body to the bricks and lace my fingers with her splayed ones while invading every inch of her.
“You’re not the one in control here,” I remind her. “I’ll move when I damn well want to.”
When she whimpers and says, “Please?” I finally give in. I withdraw my hips just a little before slamming them forward again.
“Oh my god,” Audrey moans. “Again? Please?”
Just hearing her beg makes my cock throb.
“Only because you asked nicely,” I tell her before I start to fuck her with small, shallow strokes. Gradually, I speed up a little more and slam inside of her harder until the two of us are both incapable of anything other than broken sobs, begging for relief.
“Come on, baby,” I plead while reaching around Audrey’s body and finding her swollen, needy clit that I rub with the pad of my finger. “Give it to me. I know you’re close.”
“Yes,” she cries out. “So close. Uhh, Maddox!”
I’m not sure if anything has ever felt as good as finally letting go, giving myself over to the pleasure and riding the waves with Audrey. Her moans and cries have me coming so hard the world goes dark again for a few incredible seconds.
Then I blink, and the sun is shining down on us in the Savage Asylum alley, and I realize just how stupid and selfish I’ve been to let myself bring War’s sister out here and fuck her where someone could’ve seen us.
Audrey’s a good girl, even if she does have a wild streak. She deserves better than getting fucked here where some guys take pisses and toss their cigarettes.
“I probably need to get back inside,” I tell her, as I pull out of her and quickly remove the condom.
“And you want me to leave,” she says in understanding.
“I’m supposed to be watching the prospects, and if your brother found out…”
“No, I get it,” Audrey says when she turns around and puts her dress back in place while I zip up. “I got what I came for.”
“I love seeing you and…and being with you,” I tell her, reaching up to brush her long hair behind her shoulder. “But I can’t keep doing this. There’s a lot on the line…” Like my head.
“Yeah, you’re pulling the plug. I get it,” she agrees on a sigh. Then she stands on her tippy-toes to kiss my cheek. “See ya, Maddox.”
And without another word, Audrey walks away from me, like it was way too easy.
Chapter Twelve
Maddox
I know I’m in trouble as soon as I walk back into the clubhouse…and Reece is sitting at the bar with the two prospects. He rarely comes up here unless he’s hanging out with some of the guys, and right now, the veins in his arms and neck are bulging like he really wants to hit me.
“I found one of your prospects downstairs and came up to return him to you,” Reece grits out between his clenched teeth. “Check his phone.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I glance at the two guys, who both look nervous. “Which one?”
“Does it matter?” Reece huffs.
“Hand them over,” I say with my palm out, waiting for their devices. Cedric offers his first, followed slowly by Mike.
“Mad Dog and I need to have a talk. You two keep your asses glued on these chairs.” Reece then points to one of the cameras with a red glowing dot in the corner of the room. “I’ll know if you squirm even an inch!” he warns them.
Fuck. This is bad. Reece is always in a grumpy mood but today, he is livid.
&nbs
p; Phones in hand, I follow him to the keypad and watch as he punches in a new code. “If you let them see you punch in the numbers again, I’ll take your fingers off,” he grumbles over his shoulder.
“How do you know they got the code from watching me?” I ask as I jog down the steps behind him. “I haven’t even been down here since I was given the prospects.”
“Keen observation,” he says, without looking back at me. “But that means you still let them get close enough to see one of our brothers enter the code.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as we head inside his apartment. As soon as I’m inside, he gets in my face and slams the door behind me.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarls.
“Fine. I heard you loud and clear!” I reply. “I won’t let the prospects near the keypad. But it’s not like there’s anything secretive going on down here…”
“No, but there’s sure as fuck something secretive going on upstairs. In the alley, to be exact.”
“Oh.”
I slip the two prospects’ phones into my jeans pocket when I realize what this chewing out is really about.
“You’re fucking War’s sister!” Reece asks. “Are you planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and die young too?”
“Wait,” I say, holding up my palm in confusion. “First of all, how did you know what I was doing outside, and how do you know she’s War’s sister?”
“Cameras!” he exclaims, pointing over to the many, many screens around the room that show various parts of the building…and outside of it.
“Shit,” I groan, while scrubbing a hand down my embarrassed face before the indignation hits. “Hold up. You were watching us?”
“It’s my job to keep an eye out for threats!” he yells. “It’s not my fault that you picked the wrong place to fuck the wrong girl instead of babysitting the fucking prospects, like you were told to do!”
“Fine, it was stupid of me to do that outside with her, but I told the prospects to clean the kitchen and I wasn’t gone long.”
“Yeah, I’m well aware of that too,” he responds snidely as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Instead of arguing that I made sure she still came, I ask, “You still haven’t said how you know she’s War’s sister.”
“I ran her license plate. The car’s in his name,” he grumbles. “Everyone thinks I’m a genius, when all I do is run a few numbers through a database and ta-da, I get answers.”
“Oh,” I reply. “So, are you going to tell War?”
“Are you?” he counters.
“No.”
“Why not?” Reece asks.
“Because he would kill me.”
“Good. So, you’re not as dumb as you look,” he scoffs before he goes over and sits down in his Captain Kirk-looking computer chair.
“Can I go now?” I ask. “Are we done talking about this?”
“We’re done talking about your premature ejaculation, but not the prospects.”
“There was no premature ejaculation!” I yell defensively. “It was fucking amazing sex, for me and her! Something you wouldn’t know anything about. People living in glass basements really shouldn’t be throwing stones, should they?”
Rather than be offended by my remark, Reece only smirks and shakes his head.
“Go through the phones, and then get the hell out of my apartment,” he says.
“You were serious about that?” I ask as I pull them out. “I thought you were just fucking with them.”
“No,” he says with a sigh. “The dumbass really was wandering around down here with his phone out. I thought I would let you do the honors.”
“Should we cut him loose for that?” I ask.
“What do you think?” Reece asks.
Shrugging, I say, “Maybe he was just curious. I wouldn’t know, since I lived down here for two years before I became a prospect.”
“Yes,” he agrees. “But did you ever step foot in the chapel without permission?”
“He was in the chapel?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“Shit.”
“Check his photos,” Reece suggests, so I do.
“Wow. The stupid fucker took pics of the table,” I tell him, turning the screen around to show him.
“Why would he do that?” Reece asks, not like he doesn’t know the answer, but wants me to come up with my own.
“To post and brag about on social media?” I suggest.
“Maybe. Kids today do like to share photos of every fucking thing,” Reece grumbles. “Keep looking.”
I pull up the calls and text chats next.
“Hmm,” I say, as I go through a chat log.
“What?” Reece asks.
“Mike has been talking to someone on a chat log named only as PB,” I tell him. “That’s odd, right? No one goes by the initials P.B., do they?”
“Not that I’ve ever heard,” Reece agrees. “What do they talk about?”
“Mostly Mike is just checking in, saying ‘No news today. I’ll call if something comes up.’”
“When did the log start?” he asks.
I scroll up to the top to get to the first message. “A few weeks ago.”
“The exact date?” Reece demands.
“August sixth.”
“And what was August sixth?” he asks me.
“I dunno. The beginning of the month?”
“You really should keep better records of shit,” he huffs. “It was the day we picked our potential new prospects.”
“So, you think that’s significant?”
“Maybe not normally,” he replies. “But when the feds are trying to get their hooks in the Kings, hell yes.”
“Holy shit!” I exclaim in understanding. “You think he’s a snitch? But we vetted him!”
“Do you think he’s a snitch?” he asks.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “It’s starting to look like it’s a possibility.”
“‘Looks like a possibility’ isn’t having proof. We need proof,” Reece explains. “Undisputable proof. How do you suggest we do that?”
“Follow him? Bug his phone?” I suggest. “Hell, I don’t know. You’re the expert on snooping on people.”
“Only to keep my people safe,” he argues. “And I think that, in this case, it may be time for us to try another method of investigation.”
He swivels his chair to look at the screen showing the bar, where Mike and Cedric are still sitting as still as statues.
“If we let him leave now, after he knows we looked at his phone, he may not ever come back,” I point out.
“Exactly,” Reece agrees when he spins back around to look at me. “If we want answers from him, we’re gonna have to extract them by force.”
“Torture?” I ask in understanding.
“It only hurts if he doesn’t talk,” he says with an evil smile.
“You’re looking forward to inflicting some pain on him, though, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes, I am. When I find a roach, I squash that motherfucker,” Reece replies. “But we can’t do it here.”
“Then where?” I ask before it hits me. A place the Kings own, with no one around for miles, and so dirty that any evidence could easily be destroyed. “The salvage yard?”
“See, now you’re thinking like a Savage King,” he replies with a chuckle. Getting to his feet, he rubs his hands together like a comic villain and says, “Today, I’m actually looking forward to leaving the basement.”
“But if you leave, who’ll watch the cameras?” I ask.
Reece is already pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear. “Fast Eddie and I are gonna switch roles for a few hours.”
…
Audrey
I didn’t tell Maddox the real reason I was in town—that my former professor creeped me out in the produce section of the grocery store. In fact, we didn’t really talk much at all. But I guess I can’t blame him, since that’s all I acted like I wanted, when
really, I wanted a lot more.
Turns out, Maddox doesn’t.
He said he’s worried about my brother finding out about us, and I know he would probably get his ass kicked by Warren because he is so protective. If Maddox actually wanted to keep seeing me, then I think I could talk my brother down. Probably.
Anyway, I was most likely overreacting, and Professor Burrows was just all dirty talk and not being serious. He wouldn’t have told anyone about the two of us being together last year, or he would be risking not only his job but his entire career, since he teaches at an all-girl Methodist university.
I decide I’ll pack up my things and head back to campus tomorrow, since I feel like the fourth wheel here at Warren’s house. Ren thinks Nova has been staying in my room when, in reality, she and Warren are shacking up, which makes me think things between them are pretty serious. My brother is incredibly protective over me and Ren, so if he’s letting a woman stay in the house, he must love her and trust her not to up and leave, hurting himself and Ren.
Speaking of my adorable nephew… “Good night, sweet boy,” I tell Ren before I kiss his forehead and tuck him in after his third bedtime book.
“Night, Audrey,” he says, and then leans over his small bed to pet his new best friend. “Night, Stella.”
Ren was so happy to see me, and then the kitten was an added bonus since he’s never had a pet. Warren always said he was too busy to look after any animals too, and now I know why—living a double life must take up a lot of his time.
Thankfully, my brother has been in a really great mood since Nova is here with him, so he barely even lifted an eyebrow at my new pet visiting.
And while I’m happy that everything seems to be going great for my brother, that doesn’t mean I’ve let him off the hook for lying to me for years.
Back in the living room, Warren and Nova have the volume down on the television, watching some medical sitcom when I join them.