Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi

by Karen Renee

  He shook his head. “I’m not gonna fuck you over for money, Stephanie. Hell, I do some shit like that, you have my express permission to cut my balls off. No way I cheat a woman out of money. Seeing what Mom went through after Dad died, I know how hard it is for a woman to earn as much as men, so fuck that. I’d never do that shit.”

  “That’s not the only thing that he did, but whatever. I get what you’re saying.”

  His eyes narrowed. “What else did he do?”

  Shit. I walked into that one.

  I shook my head. “Nothing. I’ll leave my past-relationship baggage behind me, and spend my evenings in here, all right?”

  His lips pressed together for a long moment and I thought he might force the issue with me. Instead, his finger tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Good, baby. Now. I’m hungry as fuck, so I’m gonna bring some of that pizza back here, and—”

  I felt my nose scrunch up. “You’re gonna eat in bed?

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “Crumbs. Then there’s that cornmeal stuff on the bottom of the pizza,” I grimaced, “Nobody needs that in their bed, Michael.”

  He swatted my leg playfully. “Fine, but you come in the kitchen too, woman. I had a prospect do a liquor run for me. There’s more beer and some wine if you’re into that shit.”

  I followed him out of the bedroom wondering why I needed to watch him eat, but it wasn’t like that was a hardship. I’d watch him do many things, because he had that much masculine beauty.

  As I wandered into the kitchen, he had taken the pizza box out and tore a piece from the pie. Then he proceeded to eat over the island with the box wide open.

  My brows furrowed. “Cold pizza? And no plate, no nothing? Really, man?”

  His head tilted marginally. “Why not, Stephie?”

  A quiet chuckle slipped past my lips. “Why wouldn’t you put it on a paper towel at least so you could nuke it?”

  Around a mouthful of pizza, he said, “Cold pizza’s the best.” He turned back to fridge nabbed a beer, popped it open, took a big swig, and after he swallowed, he continued. “You ain’t livin’ right, Steph, you think all pizza’s got to be warm.”

  My face fell as I looked down at the island. I looked up at him with big eyes. “You are undoubtedly the first man I’ve ever met who doesn’t warm his pizza when he can.”

  A goofy grin split his lips. “Like I always say, if you ain’t first you’re last.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. That’s a poker saying and not the least bit applicable here.”

  He took a huge bite of crust and gave me a wink, which made me smile.

  Part of me wanted to ask him why he was at the clubhouse so late tonight, but I didn’t want to be That Woman.

  “What are you thinking about, Combes?”

  I pulled out a stool and sat down before I smiled. “Nothing, Har.”

  He tucked the pizza box back into the fridge. Then he looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying.”

  He came around to me and rested a hip on the island. His fingers tipped my chin up to look him in the eye. “What’s on your mind?”

  Damn.

  His brilliant green eyes, that sun-kissed stubble on his cheeks, and his hair framing his face. I couldn’t deny him anything.

  “I wondered why you were so late at the clubhouse after what you said to me at the casino.”

  He sighed and I figured I’d stepped in it. Again.

  Suddenly, he hoisted me onto the island, and forced my legs apart so he could wedge himself there. His arms slid around me and he pulled our torsos flush. “Don’t know why I’m about to tell you this shit, because anyone else, I’d say it was club business and that would be that. But, when I left the casino two of my officers were in the garage coming to find me and Brute. They were there to let us know a couple brothers were attacked by a gang.”

  My head reared back. “Really?”

  His head tilted, but it wasn’t a nod. “So they said, but something about it didn’t ring true to me, and some of it bothered Cynic, so I decided to confront the attackers.”

  I gasped. “You did what?”

  He blew out a laugh. “Worried about me, huh?”

  I shoved at his shoulder playfully. “So, what’d they say?”

  “Nothing good. We went back to the clubhouse, had an emergency session of church, and—”

  “And that’s what held you up?”

  “The cops didn’t help much,” he said off-handedly.

  “What?” I tried not to yell.

  He laughed. “No big deal, babe. But it seems there’s some problems within my club and that shit is not cool. Which means I gotta put in more time to sort it out. And that’s why I’m just gettin’ home.”

  I stroked his shoulders. “Sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”

  His eyes warmed. “There is.”

  He chuckled to himself. His hands spread my legs. Those talented fingers of his traveled up to the hem of my panties and he tore them open.

  My eyes widened. “Har! Are you serious? I could have just taken them off for you.”

  His eyes held mine. “They were run-of-the-mill undies, babe. I’ll not only replace them, but upgrade them. Nothin’ run-of-the-mill about you, Miss Priss.”

  My head turned a fraction. “How would you know that so soon?”

  He shook his head. “There’s nothing soon about this. Knew you way back when. You been living here over a month. Might not have interacted much, but I know things about you.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. Like you not being run-of-the-mill.”

  Out of nowhere, his other hand shot to my breast to pinch my nipple, and I hissed, but chuckled right after that. “Are you crazy?”

  He leaned away, smiling. “Might be. You in my kitchen wearing my t-shirt with no bra on makes me want to do things to you.”

  I arched a brow. “What kind of things?”

  He pulled his shirt off me. His eyes heated as he looked at my breasts.

  “Naughty things, baby.”

  I licked my lips. “How naughty?”

  Quick as a flash, he sat on the stool. He slung my legs over his shoulders and pulled me toward the edge of the island in front of him. His face lowered and he looked up at me as his tongue darted out.

  My arms braced to hold myself up to the lash of his devilish tongue. One of his hands snaked its way up my torso to my breast where he gently rolled my nipple, forcing sensations to build faster than I wanted.

  “Slow down, Michael.”

  The skin crinkled around his eyes with his smile just before he sucked hard on my clit. My hands slid on the marble as my back arched and I drove my core into his face.

  “Mmm.” He hummed into me and my arms gave out. I laid back on the island as my orgasm washed over me with a vengeance.

  As I came down, I heard his belt hitting the floor.

  The next thing I knew, he climbed onto the island beside me. “Scoot around ninety degrees, babe.”

  As soon as I did that, his hips met mine and he sunk inside. It felt so good I nearly lost my mind, but luckily my mind stuck around long enough to for me to ask a question. “What about a condom?”

  He guided my hand down to his cock and I felt the condom there. His lips went to my ear lobe. “You come as hard as you sleep, baby. Which is hard. I like it. And I’m gonna like it more, when I get you to do it again.”

  Har

  STEPHANIE’S HAZEL EYES shimmered. “Not sure you can do it again, honey.”

  He thrust into her and tilted his hips to change the angle. “You challenging me?”

  Her pussy clenched his cock tighter when she chuckled. “No... you were right. I come hard.”

  “You’re lucky I’ve got good knees, baby. Because that’s a damn challenge if ever I heard one.”

  Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips while her nails dragged down his back to his ass
. A chill raced up his spine and he drove into her harder. One of her hands clutched his ass, but the other wrapped around his head to bring his lips to hers.

  He liked this, almost too much. As he shoved that thought aside, his thumb found her clit and rubbed.

  She tore her mouth away from his with a moan. “Yes!”

  His balls tightened as her pussy quivered around his cock. His release felt so good he shouted on a final thrust. “Fuck!”

  A glance at her with those gorgeous eyes pointed his way, he knew.

  She could fit.

  That clarity came so strong it startled him.

  She smiled. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him. He let her tongue roam his mouth for a moment before he took over the kiss, and his cock stiffened, forcing him to cut it short.

  “You good?” he asked.

  Her teeth bit the side of her bottom lip. “Yeah. You?”

  He jerked with a silent laugh. “Get rid of this condom, yeah. Definitely.”

  As he eased out of her, she slid her hand down his neck and along his shoulder. “Thanks. That was pretty damn excellent.”

  He smirked. “I’d say you’re welcome, but the pleasure was all mine.”

  With his feet on the floor, he winked at her. “Seeing as I have to deal with this, you can sanitize the island.”

  She gasped with wide eyes and then her lips pursed as she gave him a dirty look. “You bastard. This was all your idea!”

  He pointed a finger at her as he went through the doorway, “You got to come twice though, so it’s all fair.”

  BY THE TIME HE CAME out of the bathroom, Stephanie had padded back into his bedroom wearing his shirt and carrying a pair of panties and a book.

  “Leave ’em, honey.”

  She glanced at the panties and back at him. “You can’t be serious. Again? Now?”

  He found her attitude refreshing and he grinned. “Not now, but seeing as you don’t need that much sleep,” he shrugged, “I find myself in the mood later, I ain’t wasting time tearing off your panties.”

  With a shake of her head, she tossed the underwear onto a chair in the corner and settled herself in bed. He pulled on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed with her. A book with a wolf on the cover laid on her lap.

  She slouched into the bed, but gave him a curious look. “So, what’s the deal? Two of your brothers had their asses kicked, but the people who did it said they didn’t?”

  With one hand, he snatched the book from her lap while curling her to him with his other. “You don’t need to worry about that, Steph.”

  Her head tilted. “Didn’t say I was worried, man. Just trying to understand this stuff. You would think hanging with Turk, I’d know more, but I don’t. Seems weird to me they’d get beaten—”

  “Beat each other,” he corrected.

  Her eyes rounded. “What the hell?”

  A reluctant smile curled his lips. “That’s why I don’t want you thinkin’ about it, Steph. It’s club business—”

  She pushed at his chest, but left her hand there. “Don’t give me that shit, Mike.”

  “Mike?”

  She grinned. “Yeah. And don’t try to change the subject. Why would those two kick each other’s ass and blame another group for it?”

  He sighed. “For one thing, to sell product for themselves, though that’s not their end game. Marijuana isn’t bringing us as much money, it’s becoming more of a headache, but these two have dug their heels in to stick with it.”

  “But why? If the money’s drying up, it doesn’t make sense.”

  “Money won’t dry up if our club deals harder drugs.”

  She leaned up and took her hand from his chest. He wanted to snatch it back, but he didn’t.

  “Turk and them don’t do that shit.”

  He grinned. “Right. Volt had good reason to clean up that chapter. I didn’t have that chance. Brink, the president before me, laid the groundwork and the brothers like the income. That’s the biggest problem. If I could guarantee them steady income, the majority would get out of drugs.”

  She shifted to her side, put her elbow on her pillow and propped her head in her hand. “No income is guaranteed. Why can’t you offer them alternatives?”

  He rolled so he was on his side. “I could and I have in the past, but it comes down to laziness.”

  “They don’t want to work at anything new, and new things always take a ton of work.”

  “Yeah,” he muttered. Her book lay between them and he picked it up again. “So you read this stuff? Is it what inspired your sketches?”

  Her deft fingers plucked the book from him. “Yes, I read it. And not exactly on the sketches. I’ve always like sketching wolves, dogs, and sometimes bears.”

  His fingers traced the supple skin of her index finger along the top of her hand and up to her wrist. “Why?”

  “Why those animals?”

  He nodded.

  “Well, I always wanted a dog, but we never had one. Not one of our own, since Sammy had one, but Zippy was his.” Her eyes met his. “You know what I mean?”

  “Yeah, Zippy was a damn good dog.”

  She smiled and it hit him in his gut. That smile like a light beaming at him felt damn good; he didn’t get that from the sweet-butts. Rather than dwell on that, he realized she dodged his question.

  “What about the wolves and bears?”

  Her lips pulled to the side for a beat. “It doesn’t take much to tweak a dog to a wolf. But in one of my sketches, the wolf was behind a campfire and I decided a bear should be there too. Found I could draw a better bear than a wolf.”

  His chin lifted. “That’s how you started practicing flames, too, right?”

  Her eyes focused on a spot over his shoulder and her voice sounded strange when she murmured, “Yeah.”

  He took advantage of her distraction and snatched the book only to toss it on the nightstand. “Sounds like there’s a story there, Combes.”

  She twisted her lips. “Nah. Did your brothers admit to beating one another?”

  “No. They weren’t able to get to the clubhouse.”

  “Sketchy,” she murmured.

  He rolled to turn off the light, afterward he tucked her to his side. “Let’s get some sleep, woman.”

  Her hand slid down his belly to trace his boxers. “I find it contradictory that you insist I sleep without panties, but you’re wearing these.”

  He grabbed her hand and slid it inside the fly. “Don’t have to take these off to get inside you.”

  Since his vision had adjusted to the dark, he noticed her eyes flashing at him. Then her fingers gripped the base of his cock and stroked up.

  He hissed, but pulled her hand away. “Woman, do not start shit with me.”

  She kissed his jaw. “Hasn’t been shit any of the last three times we’ve fucked. But I’ll let you sleep.”

  Chapter 15

  Why I'm Part of the Riot

  Stephanie

  TRUE TO HIS WORD, HAR woke me in the dead of night and had his way with me. While he cleaned up in the bathroom, I marveled at how voracious he could be. I worried I wouldn’t be able to match his sexual appetite if he kept up at this rate.

  He stood in the doorway of the bathroom with the light still on but I felt his eyes on me. I raised my brows at him, but didn’t say anything because he was a sight back-lit and nude. That hair which barely touched his shoulders, the goatee, his sculpted pectoral muscles all enticed me. He may have watched my eyes peruse his body, but he turned the light out and came to bed.

  His arms wrapped around me to tug me closer. “Any chance you can get on the pill?”

  I kissed his chest. “Maybe. Any chance you’ve—”

  “Get a physical tomorrow.”

  My head jerked up. “Tomorrow? You can see your doctor that fast?”

  He chuckled. “Since the club has one on retainer, you bet your ass.”

  “Well, I’m already on the pill to regulate my cycle—” />
  He squeezed me. “You just yank my chain?”

  I hesitated. “Not exactly?”

  His chuckle surprised me. “Stephanie, you being a card dealer I thought you knew this, but as a reminder: you can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”

  That got my attention. “So you’re a bullshitter? How so?”

  “No, baby. You played coy just to find out if I could get tested. What’s that all about?”

  I tried to pull away from his hold, to no avail. In my effort to repress my sigh it turned into a slight growl. When he laughed, I saw red even though it was dark. “Dammit, Har, let me go.”

  He rolled on top of me. “Oh, hell no. You definitely call me Michael in bed, woman. Why so concerned about me getting tested? I mean, I get why you’d want me to be tested, but were you assuming I go in ungloved?”

  “You did earlier—”

  “Nope. You didn’t watch me put it on, but I made sure you felt it. So why don’t you trust me?”

  I sighed. “Why are you picking a fight because I yanked your chain?”

  More of his weight settled on me when he cupped my cheeks. “Baby, I’m not picking a fight. I’m trying to find out why you’d be that way.”

  “I’m tired. It’s the middle of the night, or wee hours of the morning. I don’t know.”

  “Or you think I’m a player.”

  I blew out a silent laugh. “That pretty much goes with the biker territory, doesn’t it? Sweet-butts and all that shit. Hell, you told me not to bring them up, so I know you partake.”

  His head lowered and I felt his body shake.

  “Are you laughing, Michael?”

  His head lifted and when he spoke his humor could be heard. “I’m trying not to, honey. But, I ‘partake.’ That is too much.”

  I shifted my legs and started squirming. “Let me up!”

  His hands grabbed my thighs and slid down trying to wrap my legs around his hips. “No way, babe. I told you, I won’t be with anyone while I’m with you. You need to trust that. For us to have trust with one another, honesty is key. No skirting an issue, got it?”

  I huffed out a breath because he was right, though I had plenty of good reasons not to trust any man. “I got it. Can I go to sleep now?”