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Caught in the Dark

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by Ann Jensen


  Decaf started choking and sputtered. “You ladies know I’m here, right?”

  Pixie smirked. “Oh, we know you’re there. I think hanging with the Old Ladies should be required hazing for every Prospect.”

  Decaf shook his head and moved further away towards the house.

  “Do you love my brother?” Pixie asked. “And I mean accept all of this, his Brothers, and the rollercoaster that will be dealing every day with a terminally Alpha male who exists outside of the normal world?”

  Cami almost wished there was a hesitation or doubt in her thoughts after what he had put her through, but the honest truth was he was her perfect match. Their odd bits mixed into a perfect combo of crazy. Like pickles and peanut butter. Not for everyone, but oh, so good.

  “Yeah. I want it all.” Her whole body settled like she had finally stepped back onto the right path. “But I’m not going to chase after him either. I do have a little pride.”

  “Oh, I think I have the perfect solution to that.” Val gestured to all the surrounding women. “Remember those lessons you were going to give me?”

  “Yeah.” Cami remembered promising to show the crazy southern woman some moves on the pole to entice her man.

  “There are three stripper poles in the main Clubhouse area. I think some lessons are in order. I’ve never met an Alpha male who could resist staking his claim when his woman is putting on a show for other men.”

  Tari danced. “Val, you’re a genius! I think tonight the Old Ladies should put on a show!”

  Everyone around the fire burst into laughter, and Cami lit up.

  Chapter 35

  Telling a woman you know what is best for her is like lighting a can of Kerosine with dynamite.

  Tek tried to let the cold air of the night cool his temper, but even with the autumn wind biting against his face he was still steaming mad. Riding his Fatboy usually was a calming experience, but knowing he was about to be on the same property as Cami had his body humming. The terse call from Hawk demanding his presence with no explanation had his jaw tight.

  He still had nothing on the R3publix hackers or the middle-man whom she had described. Without taking them out of the picture, she had to stay at the compound. As long as she was there, the temptation to go to see her was almost painful. At least the search filled the hours that weren’t taken up by turning over controlling interest of his company to Kane and Lisen. The gates to the compound were closed even though it was Friday night. His President showing he took the risk to Cami seriously.

  After someone had kidnapped Tari right out of the Clubhouse, the Brothers had all agreed that any time they were on alert, the compound would be closed to outsiders. This would be the first weekend they would put that decision into effect. Party nights were how his Brothers decompressed and bonded. How long would they be willing to stay in lockdown for someone not family? He could offer to move her, but nowhere was as safe as here.

  One of the Prospects opened the gate, and it surprised Tek to see Hawk and Max sitting alone outside in the chilly night air at one of the picnic tables drinking beer. If things were so critical he had to come in, what the fuck were the two of them doing?

  But something must be wrong if they felt they had to catch him the minute he entered the compound. Last report had Cami sulking in his house and trashing his shit. He didn’t care if she burned the place down. If it helped her move on, she could do anything she wanted. At least one of them needed to find closure. He pulled down the bandana he wore during cold weather and stepped off his bike, needing to find out why he had been summoned. The faster this conversation was over, the faster he could get back to ensuring Cami’s safety.

  “Reporting as ordered.” Tek knew his tone bordered on complete disrespect but couldn’t give a shit.

  Hawk raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his beer. Max chuckled and shook his head. Tek grabbed a beer from the cooler at their feet and sat. His President wouldn’t have made him ride all the way over here for a whim. Sniping at them would only make whatever this was take longer.

  After a minute of silence, Hawk pulled a file off the bench next to him and tossed it across the table. Tek flipped it open. Inside were pictures of people getting arrested, along with several printouts of what looked to be Russian police reports. He flipped through the pictures, not recognizing anyone.

  “Your woman’s lost weight. I don’t think she’s been eating.” Hawk’s dry words grated across his nerves.

  Tek’s hand clenched and crushed the photo he was looking at. “She’s not my woman.”

  Max snorted. “Then you’re fine with another Brother picking up your leftovers?”

  He didn’t even remember lunging for Max but his Brother had anticipated the move and Tek stumbled forward barely catching his balance on the end of the table. “Cami’s not leftovers. We protect her till she’s safe, then she’s gone.”

  Hawk tossed back the last of his beer and stood. “Then she’s gone.”

  “What the fuck do you mean?”

  His President nodded to the file. “All the R3publix Hackers are dead or in jail. The middle man Ivan is out of the picture. A team from I.M.C. will transport her to a new location tomorrow.”

  Tek took a step back and tried to make sense of the words. I.M.C. was a vicious group of mercenaries based out of Israel. Their reputation for brutal tactics and loyalty was well known. “Why the fuck did you contact I.M.C.?” His hands shook with the urge to lash out. This should have been his call. No decision should have been made about Cami without consulting him. “And how did you find the hackers?”

  “You really still don’t know shit about your woman, do you?” Max shook his head. “In between destroying your crap and drinking an impressive amount of scotch, she did all of that.” Max gestured to the file. “And apparently she’s had I.M.C. on retainer for over five years. She said the only reason she told us was so we wouldn’t be surprised when they showed up tomorrow.”

  The world felt like it was tilting, and Tek sat on the bench rather than falling down. His hands settled on the file and he stared at it with renewed interest. Past the photos and police reports was her contract with I.M.C. Why did she spend ten thousand dollars a year to put them on retainer? There were even negotiated rates for different services, including the initiation of hostile actions.

  Hawk stood at the head of the table with his arms crossed, looming as Tek read through the file twice. His brain seemed to resist letting the pieces fall into place. Could the picture he had built of Cami in his mind be that far off? A sheltered innocent wouldn’t even know who the Israeli Mercenary Company was. He had known she had hacked and was on the government’s radar, but this was a whole new level.

  “Need to know if you are claiming that woman as yours.” Hawk’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

  Was leaving her alone the right thing to do? He had thought he was keeping her safe by not getting her mixed up with the life he and his Brothers had chosen. If she was in so much danger she needed mercenaries on retainer, maybe it wasn’t her safety at risk. He didn’t care about the danger to himself.

  The thumping of music from inside the Clubhouse distracted him. Hard rock and heavy metal was the norm, but this sounded more like what you would hear at a dance club in the city. What the hell kind of music were they playing?

  “I like her for you.” Max chuckled. “But if you aren’t going to claim her, like right now, I think you better get on your bike and take off.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Hawk’s serious face seemed to crack, then he was smiling way too wide for the conversation they were having. “Because, Brother, if you don’t claim her tonight, I think there are at least ten Brothers inside who will fight you for the chance. Crazy is not my thing, but damn, if she isn’t tempting.”

  Tek stood and pushed past his laughing Brothers to the door of the Clubhouse. He opened the door and finally recognized the song blasting out of the sound system as something by the Puss
ycat Dolls. The room was surprisingly full given the shut-down status. Almost all the Old Ladies were present, along with most of his Brothers. The nine women were dressed as if about to do a set on the stage of Darklights and right in the center of them was Cami in thigh-high black stiletto boots, a G-string, and a chain halter that bound her breasts in black satin and silver metal.

  Much to everyone’s delight, his woman was giving pole dancing lessons. Damn if the women weren’t rocking the moves in their high heels and barely covered bodies. The sway of the silver chains completely captivated his attention, brushing across his woman’s chest to the beat of the music.

  Tek had seen plenty of women attempt to use the pole at the center of the bar, but none of them came close to the grace and raw sex appeal Cami displayed. It was like gravity didn’t exist as she swirled around the metal, her legs almost cartwheeling in limber positions that sparked dark thoughts.

  She brought her feet down to the ground over her head for a moment and Tek noticed across her ass, written in red, was the word sweetbutt. The growl that echoed up from his chest was audible even over the heavy beats of the music. The Club’s sweetbutts were women willing to fuck any of his Brothers. Cami was making a statement. He prayed none of his Brothers would be dumb enough to take her up on the offer.

  If she wanted to roleplay biker chick, he was the only man allowed to touch her. The Old Ladies had pulled up chairs and were inviting their men to sit. Cami was now spiraling upside-down by just one leg, her hands cupping her breasts. Her hair flowed around her in purple waves that gave glimpses of her gorgeous eyes that seemed heavy with passion.

  The appreciative whistles of his Brothers grew as she moved into a split that had every inch of her skin not covered by the G-string on display. Tek didn’t get off on public fucking like his Brother Sharp, but it didn’t bother him. However, with the new revelation about his sister, things could get awkward. Actually, Pixie and Sharp were suspiciously absent.

  Unable to let the show continue without staking his claim, Tek strode forward till he was right next to the pole. He had to dodge around the circle of lap dances as they turned into more than just innocent entertainment. Cami’s smile as she stepped away from the pole was angry and feral.

  She stuck out a hip, her chest boldly meeting his gaze in a way that challenged him. “What the fuck do you want, Tek?”

  Tek held back his smile at her sassy words. Only when she was roleplaying or relaxed, did she lose her adorable stutter. If she wanted to play games, he was all in. He gripped her chin, running his thumb over her crimson painted lips. He pushed his finger into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue, forcing her tempting mouth open.

  “You’ve got a smart mouth on you for a sweetbutt.” He leaned in and bit the lobe of her ear. “I don’t think you know your place. You are supposed to make a Brother happy. Do I need to fuck that mouth to keep it from making trouble?” He took his finger out of her mouth and dragged a damp trail down the front of her throat.

  Cami snorted and flipped her hair, pulling her chin out of his grip. “I don’t make t-trouble.”

  Tek ran a gentle hand down Cami’s cheek and saw she was struggling to keep up with the tough act. He wasn’t a fool. This show had been designed to push his buttons. It was his beautiful kitten’s unique way of telling him exactly what she wanted.

  He cupped her cheek. “And I don’t mean to be an idiot, but that hasn’t stopped me so far.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I keep forgetting to talk to you before I jump to conclusions. I should have asked if you wanted a normal safe life or if you wanted this.” Tek gestured to the room where most of the room was watching as Deep spanked his wife with enthusiasm and the rest of the lap dances had progressed to a variety of fucking.

  “Truth, Joseph. I w-want you. T-the good and the crazy. I’m n-not going to change, w-why would I want you t-to?”

  Tek wrapped his hand in Cami’s hair at the back of her neck and squeezed. “You want this, Angela? There is no going back if I claim you. You are mine and I am yours for life.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did the Old Ladies tell you what was going to happen?”

  Cami gave a small nod, pulling against his grip. He leaned in and spoke against her ear.

  “Last chance. You say yes, and I’m going to fuck the sass out of my slutty sweetbutt. Claim her in front of all the Brothers here as my property.”

  Her gasp went straight to his dick. Her eyes sparkled.

  “I don’t think you can fuck the sass out of me, old man, but yes, I want to be yours.”

  Chapter 36

  You may be a dumbass, but you’re mine.

  Chills and anticipation raced across Cami’s skin at Tek’s deep laugh. The plan the Old Ladies had come up with had seemed crazy to her, but she was glad it had worked. Pixie had agreed to stay with Jojo while operation Alpha Man Take Down was initiated.

  She looked up into the eyes of the man she loved and shivered at his feral gaze. Her breath rushed out of her as he pulled her chest against his, pinning her against him with one arm wrapped around her body. The black satin of the bikini top she wore slid against her nipples when it was tugged away.

  Without its support, the metal of the halter rolled against her skin with tiny pinches that sparked her desire.

  “I want you to kneel, little slut and show my Brothers what perfect tits I’m claiming.” Tek’s words tumbled against her ear. “Roll those pretty nipples and make them hard for me.”

  He stepped back and Cami swayed, missing the heat of his body. She was glad for her boots, the soft leather cushioning her knees from the hard floor. The gazes of Tek’s Dark Sons Brothers sparked with lust that made her feel desired but not dirty.

  As she began rolling her nipples through the chains of her top, she enjoyed the wild abandon with which the Old Ladies fucked their men around her. Tek circled her with slow steps, his protective presence making the entire experience a delicious thrill. Like being on a wild rollercoaster, you knew you were safe, but fear still thrilled your senses.

  Tek stopped in front of her tsking. “I think my little slut is too distracted. Get on your hands and knees.” He pulled the bandana off his neck.

  Cami dropped into position. The cool floor pressed against her palms as the metal of her top brushed against her swinging breasts. The fabric of the bandana Tek tied around her eyes smelled like him. When her sight was blocked, all of her other senses ticked up a notch. Music vibrated against her skin and the cherry of her lip balm danced across her tongue as she licked her dry lips.

  Being on display without knowing who was watching was enticing. Fingers ran up her right thigh and she startled. The sting of a slap against her ass followed and she let out a moan as the heat of the blow shot right to her clit.

  Tek peppered her bottom with firm strikes of his hand. Her ass came alive with the blows. Nerves sparked, and her excitement soaked the tiny G-string and leaked down her leg.

  “Taunting me is not a good idea. Offering yourself up like this to my Brothers is not acceptable.”

  The next blow was harder, and her ass began to burn. She breathed through it and took the next one, knowing she deserved more than a playful spanking. After the tenth blow landed, she was glad for the blindfold as it absorbed her tears. Up and down her thighs and ass, the solid smacks landed until the pain merged into something more. It was like a cleansing of everything that had gone wrong between them.

  She lost count long before he stopped, but when the rhythmic spanking turned into gentle strokes, her body hummed with anticipation. Her breasts felt heavy and needy. She needed Tek to claim her and give her the pleasure she knew only he could bring her.

  Tek’s breath was warm against her ear. “Now your ass is so red no one can read the lie you wrote across your naughty ass. You know I love punishing and playing with you but, I don’t ever want to see you write something like that on yourself again. You are not a sweetbutt. You are mine and I don’t share.”

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bsp; Pain zinged across her body as he slapped her pussy and she almost came. Her hair was pulled back with a wonderful swift jerk. She swayed, trying to get her balance as Tek used his grip to pull her hands off the ground.

  “Did you hear me, kitten?” Tek growled in her ear as he steadied her with a collaring grip around her throat.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His grip tightened around her throat, not cutting off her air but with the promise of it if she dared to misbehave. His chest pressed against her back, and his jeans rubbed against the hot skin of her ass. She felt completely under his control and loved the rough, primal way he held her.

  He pinched her nipples in a strange rhythm and it took her a moment to realize he was matching the drums of the music that had at some point switched over to something harder she didn’t recognize. Tension built inside her, an orgasm starting in her core.

  “I can hear your little pants. You don’t get to orgasm unless I say so.”

  Cami could only whine as he pinched down hard on her nipple, the pain a wonderful jolt. She gritted her teeth, trying to push back the pleasure that followed. When his hand slid down her stomach, she whimpered and her hips jerked in anticipation. The jolt of sensation as her ass and nipples were abused almost pushed her over the edge.

  Masculine chuckles that weren’t Tek’s reminded her they weren’t alone. A woman’s cry of pleasure and the rhythmic sounds of fucking caused her body to clench. She ached to be filled.

  “Please, Tek.” Her words were almost a whine.

  His fingers slipped into her underwear and slid over her clit with firm pressure. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, kitten?”

  His fingers slipped slowly inside her and barely eased the ache in her pussy. Needy sounds slipped past her lips as she pushed against him, trying to get him deeper. To her frustration, he pulled his hand away and chuckled.

 

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