by A. Lynn
“What am I missing, Colt? Please, just spell it out for me.”
“Who took the pictures, Reagan? It wasn’t Cleo, so she had to plan this with someone else. And I can also tell you that I struggled to wake him this morning. He has always been a light sleeper, almost to the point of insomnia. He can a mouse fart two towns over,” he shakes his head. “He also had a t-shirt and his boxers on, I don't think they had sex, sweetheart."
A tear slips down my cheek and then another. “Don’t get my hopes up, Colt. Because if you are wrong, it’ll gut me. I’ll have to walk away, again. I was pissed about things on Saturday, but I didn’t think it was going to be the end. But I was serious today. I don’t know if I will have the strength to walk away a second time, I love him too much.”
“I can’t guarantee anything, but there are some strategically placed cameras around the clubhouse and shops that will give us a clearer picture. I can’t tell you where they are, only the officers know that. I put a call into Einstein, he’ll look at the footage when he gets back.”
“Einstein?”
“He's the club's tech guru," Stella offers.
“Ah,” I say lamely.
“Don't give up, Rea, just wait. Please," she pleads.
“Okay,” I whisper.
They stand to leave and when we get to the front door, Stella pulls me into a hug. “Will you please call him? He’s beside himself. When your head isn’t in the game is when you get hurt.”
“I will.”
“Thank you,” she says as Colt pulls me into a hug.
After locking the deadbolt and putting the chain in place, I head back to the living room to call Crow. It rings three times before he finally answers.
“Baby?”
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?”
“Did that fucking whore put something in your drink?”
“I can't say for sure, but that is the only explanation for what went down, and why I can't remember anything. Sky took my blood so we should know in a couple of days."
I drop my head in my hand and cry. "I can't stand this, Crow."
“Please don’t cry, baby. We will figure this out.”
“Colt said you had clothes on. Is it true?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Why didn’t you defend yourself when you were here earlier? If that stupid fucking bitch put something in your drink, whatever happened after that isn't cheating! Damn it, Crow! I can't be the only one who is fighting for us," I sob.
“The only reason I didn’t defend myself is because of the picture in the shop.”
My heart sinks, “What do you mean? Please don’t tell me you did that.”
“The only thing that I do know? I didn’t drink anything before going into the shop. But, baby, there is audio and video in the shop, so we will know exactly what was said and done. I’m going to view it when I get back.”
“When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow morning. We will be heading out of here in a few hours. Can I come straight to you, baby? I need to feel you. I need you to erase her touch. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Okay." He lets out a relieved sigh and says, "I need to get back to work. I'll see you in the morning."
“Okay.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you,” I say as a tear slips down my cheek.
And then he’s gone.
Once again, I wake to a persistent banging on my front door, and the knowledge of who it may be has me darting to the window. A smile breaks across my face when I see Crow's bike parked behind my car, and in the next second, I'm down the stairs and flinging the front door open. I watch the smile fall off his handsome face upon seeing me. I expected him to be tired but I definitely wasn't expecting him to be frowning at me.
My smile drops as he pushes me inside and slams the door behind him. “Crow? What’s wrong?”
“Why the fuck did you open the door dressed like that?”
I look down at my body and see that I am only wearing a too-small crop top and panties. "Well that's embarrassing," I laugh.
He grits out, “Where are your clothes, Reagan?”
I roll my eyes. "I was asleep, Crow. When I saw your bike I just darted down the stairs, I didn't stop and take inventory of what I was wearing."
His eyes soften as he wraps his arms around my waist. "Did you miss me, baby?"
I go up on tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, “I don’t like it when we fight.”
“I don’t either, baby,” he says as he lays his forehead on mine. “How about we just stop fighting?”
“I would love that.”
“Me, too," he says, fusing our mouths and lifting me off the ground. My legs go around his waist and he starts walking towards the living room, but I shake my head. "Baby?"
“The bed,” I say and join our lips once more.
He sets me down on my feet by the bed and reaches to strip my clothes from my body, but I smack his hands away. He looks at me with a question in his beautiful green eyes. I just smile at him and reach to push his cut from his shoulders.
“Let me get that, baby,” he says as he shucks it from his arms to fold it carefully before laying it atop of my dresser, shedding his shirt on the way back to me. With him standing in front of me again I drop to my knees, making his breath stutter. When I am eye level with his cock, I look up at him and smile seductively and reach for his boots. “So not funny.”
I giggle as I redirect my hands to his button and zipper. As soon as his fly is open, I grip the top of his jeans and boxers and drag them down far enough for his cock to spring free. “So nice to see you again, Mr. Johnson,” I say just before I swirl my tongue around the crown and give him a soft kiss. I work his pants below his knees, where he has already toed off his boots. I shove him on the bed and remove his jeans the rest of the way.
"You're wearing too many clothes, baby."
I push my panties down my legs and step out. “How about now?”
"Come here."
I walk to the edge of the mattress and bring my knees up so I can crawl to him. Once I am between his legs I run my tongue up the underside of his magnificent cock and bring it deep into my mouth. Bobbing up and down to the groans and soft moans that have me on the verge of climax already. On the next downward bob, I push farther and swallow when I feel him at my throat. He slips in easily and I reach between my thighs and draw circles on my clit with two fingers.
He groans like he is in pain. "Fuck, baby, what are you doing?" He’s got a hand in my hair now and is pushing until my speed is faster and faster. I don’t want him to finish in my mouth, so I pull back and let him slip from my throat. “No,” he grunts as he tries to push me back down. “I was so close, baby.”
“I know, that’s why I stopped.” He looks so wounded, it’s almost comical. “I want you to finish with me,” I say while I climb up his body, only stopping when my pussy is hovering above his cock. I have him in my hand now and positioned at my slit.
“Baby, let m—” he starts to say but I slam myself down on him and groan aloud. “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m in heaven, Kane,” I say as I start a lift, rotate, lower, rotate pattern. “God you feel so good.”
“You keep swinging your hips like that, baby, I’m not going to last.” I clench my muscles around him as I feel the first flutter of my climax. “Already?”
“I’ve never been able to last in this position." I slam down and rock my hips. "Everything about it feels too good," I moan as the fluttering starts taking off. I reach behind me and grip his balls in my hand and feel them draw in.
“Are you almost there, baby?”
I nod. The fluttering is consuming me now causing my hips to ride faster and faster. “Fuck, Kane! I’m coming,” I yell as I rub and squeeze his balls with a little pressure now. I feel his cock growing impossibly harder inside of me, and then I am airborne.
My back is
pressed against the mattress and Kane is slamming his cock into me over and over. "Fuck, baby! Your little pussy is like a vice on my cock. So fucking good." He slips one of my knees over his elbow and drives so deep I feel him hitting my cervix. "I'm about to come, baby, are you ready for me? Fuuuuck!" His hips start to stutter and I know he is releasing one warm jet after the next inside of me.
Then he collapses on me.
“Damn, Kane, is it always this good with you?”
“Only with you,” he says, making a tear slip down my cheek. “Why are you crying, baby?”
“Because I love you so much.”
“I love you, baby.”
We’re quiet for a minute before I say, “Can I watch the tape from the shop with you?"
“I don't see why not."
“Thank you."
“No thanks needed, baby.”
“Kane?”
“Yeah?”
“You would never knowingly do anything that would hurt me right?”
“No, baby. I wouldn’t do anything that would take you away from me.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely,” he pauses. “What’s going through that head of yours?”
"After the way I reacted about the kiss on Saturday, I just don't see you fucking her? Unless you are a sociopath, I mean."
I expel a relieved chuckle.
"I can assure you I am not any kind of path."
"I shouldn't have let her get to me the way she did. I'm sorry for not having more faith in you. Or us."
"You're all I see. You and little man are my future. If this shit wasn't hanging over us right now, I would already be begging for your hand."
“Don't play with something like that, Kane, I can't take it," I whisper.
“I'm not, babe. I have waited thirty-two years for you, I don't want to wait anymore," he pauses, looking deep into my eyes. "The question is, what would you say?"
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “So what are you waiting for then?”
He draws in an audible breath. “What about all this shit with Cleo?”
“Kane, listen to me. Do I think you would have willingly fucked her? No. I believe you when you say you love me. Will it really piss me off if you were kissing her in the shop willingly? Abso-fucking-lutely, but I can get over a kiss." I think about what the fuck just came out of my mouth and rush to correct myself. "But that doesn't mean I won't kick your ass for it. No, better yet, turnabout is fair play. So whatever you do to me, I will do to you.”
“Like fuck you will! You are mine and nobody will touch you!"
“Then keep that shit in mind. You are mine as much as I am yours, and I will not tolerate some bitch thinking that she has the right to touch you. Cleo already thinks she has one up on me, and that's enough."
“She doesn’t baby. No one does.”
“I know that, my love, it’s other stupid motherfuckers and club whores who act like they don’t. And I already put my fist through Cleo’s face a few times, but if she messed with your shit, she’s fucked.” I kiss his lips before I continue, “I can forgive you a lot of things, Kane, but fucking someone else will never be one of them.”
“It has only been about you since the first time I laid eyes on you. I’m sorry I made you doubt that. It will only ever be you, baby, I promise. I will make this up to you.”
"I'm not worried, honey. I might have been when she stood in my face with pictures, but not now."
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you.
“Want to take a shower with me before we head to the clubhouse?”
“I don’t know,” I singsong. “Am I going to get lucky?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
“Not a damn thing." He grabs me off the bed and tosses me over his shoulder with a smack on my ass.
Chapter 10
Reagan
“I don’t know about this, honey.”
“It’s not as bad as you are making it out,” he reasons as he buckles the strap under my chin.
“Why can’t we just take my car?”
“Because I have a perfectly good bike right here.”
“How about I meet you there?”
He laughs and says, “Get that sexy ass on this bike.”
“But—”
“No buts, baby. Kick your leg over the back and wrap your body around me.”
How hard can it be?
With a heavy sigh, I throw my leg over. Not so hard. I totally can do this. I grip my hands into his cut, but he must not like my position because he grabs my knees and jerks me forward until my front is plastered to his back.
“Now, you will feel me leaning this way or that… just move with me, okay?”
“O-okay.”
“Just relax, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“I know that," I state as he starts the engine. "Will you take it slow, please?”
He nods and pulls away from the sidewalk.
The vibration coming from the engine has me shifting position slightly, so I can feel it along the length of my pussy. Sweet tiny baby Jesus, that is intense. I feel my nipples peak against the cup of my bra. Without meaning to, my hips begin to rotate as I begin to pant. Am I really about to cum from riding on a motorcycle? Yes, I most definitely am. I have Crow's shirt fisted in my hand as I drop my head to his back and swivel my hips harder.
One of Crow’s arms drops to my thigh and he begins to massage my calf. His touch escalates the momentum of the climax that’s barreling at me. I fly over the cliff and cry out his name causing him to grab my calf in a firm grip. Fuck, that was intense
, but nearly enough to quell the need I'm still feeling, so I bring my mouth to his ear and nip it. "Pull over, please."
He glances over his shoulder at me and whatever it is he sees on my face has him pulling into a parking lot of an abandoned restaurant. He turns to me and smirks. "Everything okay, baby?"
Dick.
"I want you."
“Was that nut not enough, baby?”
I shake my head. "I need you inside me. Like, now."
He looks around. “Right now?”
I nod. “Pull behind the building or something and bend me over your bike.”
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot,” he says as he starts his bike up, making me groan.
The second he breaks behind the building I am jumping off the bike and unbuttoning my shorts. When I look back at Crow he is watching and waiting for me to approach him. Which is exactly what I do. I bend over the seat and present my pussy like a cat in heat.
I hear his belt clanking as he frees that magnificent cock of his and my pussy clenches. I look over my shoulder just in time to see him take said cock in a firm grasp, preparing to thrust inside of me. “Give it to me, Kane.”
On his forward thrust, I push back against him. "Goddamn, baby. You're so fucking wet. Who does this pussy belong to, baby? Tell me," he demands, gripping my shoulders, driving in and out of me so fast, so hard.
“It belongs to you, Kane. Always.”
“I can feel you trying to suck my cock in further, baby. You going to come for me?”
“Fuck, Kane. Harder, please.”
“You going to come with me, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Driving each thrust harder than the one before it, he demands, “Now, baby.”
And just like that, I go flying over that cliff once again. "Fuck me, Kane! Don't stop!"
“Fuck, baby! You’re gripping me so tight!” He groans loudly as he grows impossibly harder inside me just before I feel rope after rope of his seed bathing my cervix.
He slips out of me and buttons his pants and belt before he turns to see me in the same position I was in before. He chuckles and pulls my shorts up before he pulls me into his arms and whispers against my lips, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you,” I pant, still feeling small quakes. “Now let’s go get thi
s Cleo shit sorted out so we can go about our lives. I'm more than ready to put this stupid bitch behind us.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
After about fifteen minutes or so, Crow pulls through a tall concrete fence and onto a parking lot for what appears to be an old hotel—a three-story hotel that seems to have sprung from nowhere—and parks his bike among the others backed up to the curb. I take a few seconds to look over the property as I take my helmet off.
“What are you thinking about?”
“This is a gorgeous location. I've lived here my whole life and had no idea that there was a hotel this far out. Well, not far out, but you know what I mean.”
“The building and surrounding land has been privately owned by the Kings since Trigger and Gauge came home from Vietnam in 1975, so it’s understandable?”
“Trigger and Gauge?”
“The founders of the club,” he answers as he links our fingers and turns for the entrance.
I blow out a breath. "Let's do it before I talk myself out of this shit.”
“What’s going on, babe?”
“I just want them to like me,” I shrug.
“They will.”
“I know I’m awesome and shit, but you can’t guarantee that. What if they are mad that I am causing trouble with one of their club whores?”
“We did nothing wrong, baby. Falling in love with me isn’t a crime.”
“I know that, but…” I trail off.
“But what?”
“What will happen with Cleo if we go in there and it is exactly what we think happened? What then.”
“She would be kicked out and excommunicated from the Kings.”
“So—rationally speaking—wouldn’t they not like that I am the reason for one of the free pussies to be gone?”
He pulls me into him and kisses my lips. “If we are speaking rationally, you have nothing to do with it. This is about whether or not Cleo drugged me. That is an offense against the club.”
“I hope you're right
."
"Of course I'm right, baby, I'm a man," he says making me lightly punch him in the stomach.
“Come on, then. Let’s get this over with.”
When we step through the front doors of the clubhouse, I am pleasantly surprised to see this sanctuary for men is clean and tidy. There are couches spread out around the large space and multiple large flat-screen televisions mounted on the walls within comfortable viewing from the couches. There are also pool tables, poker tables, and dartboards strategically placed around the large room.