“Not fucking it!” Slayer shouted. “I am not keeping an eye on that woman. I managed to dodge having to watch Raven and I would like to continue my streak of not having to deal with the women.”
“Your day will come,” Pipe laughed.
“No fucking way.” Slayer shook his head. “I do not need some ol’ lady coming in and telling me what to do and where to do it. No way, no fucking how.”
Wrecker laughed and shook his head. “I wait for the day that you actually settle down, Slayer. Might not be for another ten fucking years, but I know that shit is going to happen.”
“We keep doing what we’re doing and wait for shit to hit the fan?” Boink cleared his throat. “That’s it?”
Wrecker nodded. “We stay vigilant and keep an ear to the ground. Ninety-nine percent of the time, there are always rumblings before shit goes down. I know with Jenkins, he won’t be able to move without everyone knowing what he is doing.”
“But he’s disappeared without anyone knowing where he went,” Brinks pointed out. “You can’t really say we know what this guy is going to do.”
“And that’s why we’re not going to do anything.” Wrecker sighed. “Look, we’re doing nothing but keeping our eyes wide open because we know something is coming.”
“After this, I’d love to keep our eyes closed and just enjoy our women.”
Pipe pointed at Nickel. “That is the best idea I’ve heard in years.”
“That may happen, brothers. This might be nothing. But this might also be the hardest fight we’ll have.” Wrecker slammed his hand on the table. “Let’s just be prepared for whatever it is.”
*
Raven
I hummed under my breath and relaxed into the wall of warmth next to me.
“You really gonna stay asleep?”
Clash was in bed with me, and as much as I liked having him there, I just wanted to sleep.
“Sleep is good.” I snuggled into his chest. “It’s even better when you’re sleeping with me.”
“I thought maybe we could do a little bit more than sleeping,” he suggested. His voice was low and rough, and I could tell he was really wanting more than sleep.
“Raincheck, warden.”
“You serious right now?”
I had never been more serious in all of my life. It felt like I hadn’t slept in ten years, and all I wanted to do was pass out and not surface for a good day or two.
“Blame Alice,” I mumbled. “I got a full tummy and fuzzy Malibu brain.”
“All right, woman. Just know, your ass is mine in the morning.”
“Sounds like fun.” I reached up and pressed a finger to his lips. “Now, shh and let me sleep.”
“Siri, turn off the lights,” Clash rumbled. He pulled the blanket over us and sighed. “Sleep, beautiful.”
That was something I was going to have no problem doing. I should have woken the hell up and asked him how his meeting was, but I couldn’t find the words, and I was too relaxed to even act like I cared.
I’d add that to the list of things I was going to do when I woke up. Right after Clash cashed in his raincheck.
*
Chapter Twenty-One
Clash
“Stay just like that.”
“Clash,” Raven gasped. “Please.”
Raven was on her knees, her face pushed into her pillow, and my dick was buried deep inside her.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful.”
My hands gripped her hips, and I knew if I moved them, she would collapse onto the bed. Raven was seconds away from coming, and I knew I wasn’t too far behind either.
“You, Clash. I want you.”
I thrust hard and deep, and she fell apart beneath me. My balls tightened, and I emptied my load into her sweet pussy.
“Holy moly,” she gasped.
I collapsed next to her and pulled her into my arms. “Holy moly is right. Pretty sure the whole clubhouse heard you come.”
“I don’t even have the energy to be upset about that,” she mumbled.
Once she came down from the high she was on, I was pretty sure she was going to care.
“That’s what happens when you decide to sleep and not let me fuck you,” I grumbled.
“I’m not even mad about that. I might have to make you wait sometimes if that is how you’re gonna do me.” Her breathing evened out, and I thought she was asleep again. “How was your meeting?”
“Raincheck,” I mumbled. It had worked for her last night when I wanted something and she didn’t.
“That ain’t gonna work,” she laughed. “Tell me about your meeting. What craziness is coming for the Fallen Lords now?”
Meetings were only called out of the blue when shit was going down.
“We don’t know what is coming.”
She cracked open one eye. “Wrecker called a meeting to tell you guys something is coming but he doesn’t know what?”
“Basically. Though he’s not even one hundred percent sure something even is coming.”
“It sounds like he called a meeting just to call a meeting.”
I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It does sound that way, but as much as you have a problem with anything your brother does, he knows what he’s talking about. A guy we messed with a year or so ago might be coming for the Lords but we don’t know because he’s ghosted.”
She opened both of her eyes, and I was mesmerized by her beauty. If I was going to wake up to Raven every day for the rest of my life, it wouldn’t be enough. I was going to need ten lifetimes of waking up with her for it to be even close enough time with her.
“You need to stop messing with assholes.” A huge smile spread across her lips. “I should totally be president of the Fallen Lords. We’d keep to ourselves, ride Harleys, and eat pizza.”
“In that order?” I chuckled.
She closed her eyes and sighed contently. “Exactly in that order.”
“Sounds like you should be a part of the Girl Gang. You guys all think being in an MC is easy as riding a Harley.”
“It is,” she muttered. “You guys muck it up by thinking too much.”
I smacked her ass. “We’re gonna have to agree to disagree with that one, beautiful. Imagine having another Girl Gang move into Weston. Now there are two Girl Gangs in the same territory. What would you do?”
“Join forces and take over the world,” she muttered.
A light knock sounded on the door. “Raven. Are you up?”
“Which one of your chicks is that?” I asked.
“Mayra,” Raven croaked. “What do you want?” she shouted.
“We’re going bowling in two hours. You in?”
The girls had talked about getting together to go bowling a few weeks ago, and they were finally getting their asses in gear to plan it. “Are we in?” she whispered.
“If you wanna go, we can go.”
“Count us in,” Raven hollered.
“Sweet!” Mayra yelled. “Meet in the common room when you’re ready. I think Karmen and Nikki are planning to pregame.”
“10-4.” Raven laid her head back down and sighed. “I need to shower and try to look pretty.”
“That doesn’t take much.”
She put her hand on my face and pushed. “No,” she moaned. “I can’t take your random sweetness right now. We do not have time to have sex again.”
We did have time to do it again. It just wasn’t going to happen in the bed. It was time to cross off another place I wanted to have sex with Raven.
“Hop in the shower and I’ll help wash your back.”
She studied my face knowingly. “You’re gonna fuck me in the shower, aren’t you?”
“You’ll have to get your ass in there and find out.”
She grumbled under breath and rolled out of bed. “You’re damn near insatiable.”
“Only for you, beautiful.”
“Keep it that way.” She grabbed a pair of panties from her drawer and walked
into the bathroom. “Get your ass in here”, she called. “I’m not about to be fucked in a cold shower.”
I tossed back the covers and walked into the bathroom bare-assed naked. I was fucking insatiable when it came to Raven. I had just fucked her, and I was already hard for her again.
Life was pretty fucking good right now, and there wasn’t a damn thing I would change about it.
*
Raven
“What’s that say?” My blurred vision was making this hard.
“Which one?”
“Mine,” I muttered.
Mayra squinted up at the screen. “Uh, I think that is a twenty-nine.”
I blinked rapidly. “We’re in the ninth frame?”
Mayra snorted and smothered her laugh with the back of her hand. “Uh, yeah. But you can totally come back in the tenth frame.”
I sat back and folded my arms over my chest. “Yeah, sure. I can totally get three strikes in a row and beat you all.”
Mayra giggled and took a sip of her beer. “You’re really not that far behind.”
“Mayra,” I grumbled. “The lowest score out of the seven of us besides mine is ninety-eight. Do you know how to do math? It’s a good thing Wren is the secretary of the club and in charge of the money.”
“We don’t have money,” she hiccupped.
“Well, whatever. You should probably let Boink know that you suck at math and he better take care of the checkbook when you two get hitched.”
She giggled and set her glasses down. “He already knows.”
“You’re up, Raven. Try to hit the pins this time and not the gutter.”
I flipped off Cora and grabbed my ball from the ball return. “I’m still warming up,” I muttered.
“Right,” she drawled. “It normally takes three games for someone to warm up.” She sat down next to Mayra and pointed to the pins at the end of our lane. “Look at the pins when you throw the ball, not the fucking floor.”
“I don’t look at the floor,” I muttered.
I totally did. She had been telling me the past two hours while we bowled that I needed to put my hips into it and keep my eye on the pins. I hadn’t listened to either thing.
“The guys are done. They bowled five games.” Karmen leaned against the podium type thing that had our computer thingy that controlled our lane.
I really had no idea what any of this bowling stuff was called. I was mostly here to drink beer and eat nachos. Both of which I was good at. Bowling, not so much.
I flung the ball down the lane two more times and only managed to hit one pin.
“At least it’s an even number,” Alice pointed out.
“That’s one way to put a positive spin on it,” I laughed. I sat down and toed off my shoes. “I’m done. You guys can keep going, but I can only suck for so long before I need to throw the towel in.”
We had paid for two hours of bowling and that was about ninety minutes longer than I wanted to bowl.
“You can pick the group activity next time, Raven.” Nikki grabbed her ball from the return. “Mini golf maybe?”
I shook my head. “I’m thinking more of a movie outing or dinner. Neither of those things we have to keep score.” I spotted Clash by the bar and grabbed my empty glass. “You guys need refills?” A chorus of “yes” rang out. “You guys keep bowling and I’ll be back with refreshments.”
Clash was sitting at the bar next to Wrecker, and they had their heads bowed to each other as they talked.
I leaned against the bar and waited for the bartender to come over. “Three fuzzy nipples, a purple dragon, and three tequila sunrises.”
“Those actual drinks or did you just make all that up?”
I smiled at Boink. “I’m not too sure about the first two, but I’m positive the last one is an actual drink. I think Karmen and Nikki might have made up the first two.”
Nickel was sitting on the stool next to me with his back to the bar and his eyes on Karmen. “Karmen is well on her way to being a pirate, I see.”
“Karmen the pirate,” I laughed.
Nickel chuckled. “Yup. You get rum in her, and she thinks she’s ready to set sail with Johnny Depp and saying aye every other word.”
“I don’t think she was quite there yet.”
Nickel nodded to the drinks the bartender was lining up on the bar. “Won’t be long until she is.” Nickel wandered over to Karmen and wrapped his arms around her.
I also ordered another platter of nachos and mozzarella sticks. It was a night of bowling, drinking, and junk food.
“Having fun, beautiful?” Clash called from a few barstools away.
“I got a thirty the last game.”
Clash cringed. “Maybe you just need to get warmed up?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Nah. I think I just realized I’m not much of an athlete. I’m more of a team supporter and good drink orderer.”
Wrecker chuckled. “You sound just like Mom.”
I looked at Wrecker. That was the first time he had ever mentioned Mom to me since she died. Hell, that was basically the first time he had talked to me since I stormed out of the club. It was like we had both been avoiding each other.
“Mama really wasn’t much of an athlete, was she?” I said softly.
Wrecker shook his head. “She sure the hell wasn’t.”
A ruckus broke out at the other end of the bar, and Slayer hollered for Clash to come settle an argument for them.
“Behave,” Clash mumbled as he walked by me. “If you make a run for it, make sure you grab me.”
He pressed a kiss to my cheek and gave my ass a squeeze.
“You seem happy, Raven.”
I looked over at Wrecker. His eyes were studying me, and I fidgeted under his gaze.
“I’m good.”
Wrecker picked at the label on his beer bottle. “I know now isn’t the time to talk, but I want you to know I’m sorry.”
His tone was even, and for the first time, it really felt like he meant it.
“I should have fought for you more. If I had known something like that would have happened to you, I would have moved heaven and earth to get you with me.” He drained his beer and slammed the bottle down on the bar.
Tears clouded my eyes, and I stared down at the bar to keep them at bay. “I know you couldn’t have known that was going to happen to me, Wrecker. I don’t blame you for that.”
“You sure do hate me, though,” he said softly.
I looked up at him. “I did. I hated you something fierce. You chose a group of guys who you barely knew over me. You didn’t call. You didn’t come see me. You didn’t care.”
Now it was Wrecker’s turn to look at the bar. “I did. I did all of that, Raven.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’d love to go back and do it all over again. I’d be the brother you deserved. I wouldn’t leave you to take care of yourself when you were so young. I would have made sure you were safe. I cared about you but I didn’t know how to show it.”
“Thank you.”
He wasn’t trying to give me reasons why he did what he did. He wasn’t justifying picking the club over me. He was sorry for what he did, and while it didn’t change anything that had happened, it was going to change what was going to happen in the future.
“I want you to know that no one knows about what happened to you. Not that I don’t want them to know I had a hand in that happening to you, but because it’s yours to tell or not tell.”
“Not even Alice?” I asked.
He shook his head. “As far as she knows, she thinks you’re just a bitch.”
I gasped then threw my head back laughing. “You would tell her that.”
He shrugged and signaled to the bartender for another beer. “If she thought it was something else, she would bug the shit out of you ‘til you told her what was wrong.”
The bartender finished my drinks then set down Wrecker’s beer in front of him. Wrecker moved closer and grabbed four of the drinks.
I looked up at Wrecker, and for the first time in over ten years, I looked at him like he was my brother and not someone who had left me behind.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, Wren might be good. She went through something like you did. I don’t know where your head is at when it comes to what happened to you, but I know she would talk if you needed it.”
I nodded and grabbed the three other drinks. “Right now, I’m okay. I guess I dealt with that a lot better than I did losing you.”
The couple of years after Shane died, I beat myself up pretty bad. I was lost and unsure of what I was supposed to feel. While I knew I shouldn’t be mad someone had died, I knew that Shane dying was justice being served to him.
“Just one more thing and then we can put this brotherly talk behind us.”
What else was there for Wrecker to say?
“I’m kind of afraid what this is going to be about.”
Wrecker leaned close. “I know that you and Clash are together. I get it. I’m good with it. He seems to know how to handle you better than anyone.”
“Wrecker, please stop.” I did not want to talk about whatever was happening with Clash and I with him.
“Just know if anything ever happens to you, you come first to me. I’ll kick his ass in a heartbeat, and he’ll be out on his ass.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You don't need to do that, Wrecker. As hard as it was for me to finally get, I understand what this club means you. I get all of this.”
I didn’t know when it had happened, but I started understanding what all of this is. I saw the benefits of having people in your corner no matter what.
“I just want you to know even when you move out that all of this will be here for you.”
I blinked slowly. “Move out?”
How did Wrecker know about that? I hadn’t told anyone but Clash.
Clash.
He had been the one to tell Wrecker.
He had talked about me to Wrecker.
I didn’t know why, but I felt the burn of betrayal move through me. I hadn’t expected Clash to run to my brother and tell him what I was doing.
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