Law: Indignant Few MC Book 3

by Voss, Deja

  “It will always be you, Sage,” he said. “There is no other woman that exists in this world. Doesn’t matter where I go. You’re the only thing I see.”

  Was this the part where I was supposed to tell him that he was the only man in the world I’d ever been with? That the idea of being with anyone else literally repulsed me? That I would just as soon be celibate for the rest of my life if he officially disappeared from it?

  “Were we always this fucked up or was it a side effect of the agency?” I asked.

  “I have an idea,” he said, smirking at me. He let go of my wrists, and lifted me from the floor. “You like the thought of me being with another woman so much? How about we make that happen right now?”

  I gulped. “I mean… in theory…” I said. He fixed his belt and stood up, picking my mask up off the floor and tossing it to me. He walked to the door. My knees buckled. I couldn’t move. Did he expect me to follow him out there to find an adequate addition to our threesome? I hated everything about this idea. If it would make him happy, I’d go to the end of the earth, but knowing it could actually happen made me boil over with rage. Just as I was about to object, he dead bolted the door shut.

  “Put on the mask,” he said with a wink. “The only other woman I want to go a couple rounds with is allegedly named Sabine, and I hear she’s a freak.”

  “You little shit,” I said, punching him in the shoulder.

  “If you could’ve seen the look on your face.”

  “You fucking called my bluff,” I said.

  “Always have, always will. Now put the fucking mask on.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Law:

  I knew I should’ve used the time we had together to figure out what the fuck Kevin wanted with the MC. I knew I needed to try and extract as much information as I could from her, but when it came down to it, even being in the same room as Sage turned me into an idiot. Besides, I was trying to turn over a new leaf. If we were going to make this thing work, I was going to have to be willing to take a step back and let her do her job.

  Even if that job was prancing around the clubhouse looking like a famous porn star. Maybe she liked the pain of thinking about me with another woman, but that shit was not for me. She was mine, always had been, always would be, and anybody that tried to say otherwise was getting their eyeballs gouged out.

  She stood in front of me in her little leather outfit, the tight black mask fitted over her face. Perfection, even under the guise of another woman. Nothing about this situation screamed anything but Sage. Me and Sage. Right where we were supposed to be. On my home turf. How it could be forever and ever as soon as I got her to give in. I was wearing her down. I could tell. The look in her eye when I suggested bringing someone else into the room was nothing but jealous rage.

  She loved me.

  She’d said it a million times before. In passing. In texts. In the middle of us fucking.

  Getting her to be with me was another story.

  Every minute I had with her brought us that much closer.

  She tortured herself on purpose, wanted me to hurt her so she had a reason to push me away. That shit didn’t hurt her. It hurt me.

  Right now, though, lust was flowing through my veins.

  “Strip,” I said. “Everything but the boots.”

  “I knew you’d like them,” she said with her silly accent. It was kind of hot. Not as hot as my Sage, though.

  She slipped the tight fitting bra off, her tits bouncing as it hit the floor. I watched intently as she rolled those perfect nipples I loved to suck so much between her fingers, bringing them into hard little peaks. She unzipped the leather shorts down the side, slipping them down her curvy thighs, exposing her completely bare cunt to me. My jaw nearly hit the floor. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to taste her.

  “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

  I nodded, my head spinning with a million things I wanted to do with this perfect angel standing in front of me.

  “I’m taking your ass tonight,” I said, point blank. I’d had her everywhere. Every way. Not like that, though. She let out a little gasp. “You want to play rough? You want me to hurt you?”

  She nodded, her fingers traveling down her hip bones.

  “Make it yours, Landon,” she said. Like music to my dick. She always egged me on, even when I knew I was walking a dangerous line.

  “If you’re Sabine,” I said, circling her body like a shark fixing to take down an entire fishing boat full of flesh, “then I’m Law. Understood?” I traced my finger up the small of her back, watching her flesh shiver under my touch, erupting into goosebumps. The power I held over her made me so hard it was painful. I noticed a patch of skin on her ass that looked unfamiliar. A smattering of freckles I’d never seen before. I knew every inch of her.

  “Who did this to you?” I asked, thumbing at the tattoo.

  She didn’t say a word. I knew it was her body, but I didn’t like the idea of somebody else marking it. I knew why she did it, and the idea made me even angrier. The agency was fully aware that someone might see her undressed up close and personal. How they could even put her in that position fed my rage.

  I swallowed it down. I wasn’t going to let this job take anything more from me. Anything more from us. Especially not now. Not in this moment.

  I swatted her ass a little harder than usual, watching her flesh jiggle and redden under my hand. The way it made her arch her back and moan was all it took to make me want more. I’d give her everything she wanted.

  I slid my hand between her thighs. She was so wet, so ready. I flicked my fingers over her clit softly as she mewled. “Who’s cunt is this?” I asked as I slipped a finger inside her.

  “Yours,” she purred. I slid another finger in with ease.

  “You’re so wet for me. Is it because you know I’m going to fuck your tight ass tonight?” I growled into her ear, flicking it with my tongue.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “please.” I brought my fingers to her lips. It drove me wild when she tasted herself.

  “Clean them off. That’s so good,” I moaned as she worked her tongue around my fingers like a cock, gagging gently as I fucked her mouth. Nothing turned me on more than owning her.

  I used my hand to work her clit, work her right up to the edge as I traced my other hand between her ass cheeks, parting them slightly until I found her most intimate spot. “You have to relax,” I urged as I teased around it, using the wetness from her pussy to lubricate my finger. I kissed her neck as I pushed inside of her slowly, feeling her muscles contract then relax as she adjusted to the new sensations.

  Mine.

  That was the only thing on my mind. These moans were mine. This ass was mine. This woman, even if it was temporary, she was mine. I felt like a god when I had her like this, all of her sweet attention focused only on me.

  She began to rock her hips up against my hand as her fingers traveled to her clit. My dick grew harder by the second as I listened to her groan in pleasure while I fucked her ass with my fingers. “You want another one?” I asked.

  “Please,” she pleaded. Her legs began to tremble as I slipped another finger into her.

  I knew she was close by the way her body tensed, by the escalating screams of pleasure in her throat. “Cum for me,” I commanded, thrusting my fingers in deeper.

  This ass was mine. That orgasm, it was mine. Watching her unravel was the only thing in this world that made me feel alive anymore. I thrived on her pleasure and pain.

  I pushed her onto the bed and unzipped my pants.

  “It’s gonna hurt,” I said as she bucked her hips in the air, begging me to take her all the way. “You’re really tight, babe.”

  “Make it hurt,” she begged. “Take my ass, Law.”

  I kissed her back as I teased her pussy with my cock, sliding it up and down her dripping slit. I’d never seen her this wet before. This willing. This needy. I firmed my hand in the small of her back, and fisted her j
uices around my dick, lubricating it. I liked to hurt her, but I didn’t want to wreck her. My cruelty knew bounds. Hurt her til it feels good.

  It took all my self control to slide into her slowly. Every inch I paused, paying attention to her moans, her ass squeezing down on me tighter and tighter. She mewled as I rooted deep inside her, and I grabbed for her hips, using them to start thrusting in and out.

  “Does it hurt?” I asked.

  “So good,” she said, her voice low and husky. “More,” she pleaded. “Go on.”

  The magic words that made me snap. I took her harder, my fingers digging into her hips tighter, my thrusts deeper until I was slapping off her ass. My perfect little slut. She’d do anything for me. And in this moment, she was all mine.

  My desire to fill her grew overwhelming. The thought of her walking around the clubhouse with an ass full of my cum pushed me over the edge. I pressed into her clit until she started to wail and I filled her with the biggest load I’d ever shot in my life. Mine.

  Her trembling body collapsed on the bed as I slowly pulled out. She was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, and I didn’t think it was possible to love her any more than I did. There was no other woman in this world, there was never any other option to me. As much as I owned her, she owned me. Consumed me.

  I kissed her all over as she stirred, lifting her head to smile at me.

  She was the whole package, sexy, wild, committed, smart, loyal. She rolled over on her back and pulled me on top of her so I could kiss her on the lips.

  Why didn’t she love me? Why would I never be enough? What was she looking for that I didn’t have right here? We had all the money in the world. We had a place to start over. I could give her anything she wanted. I could be anything she wanted.

  My sexual fantasies about her paled in comparison to the fantasies I had about our life together. Those were much more painful. Holding her was painful, knowing that it was temporary. My freedom wasn’t genuine knowing the minute she walked out the door, she was taking a huge chunk of me with her. I could pretend all I wanted, but nothing meant anything to me as long as she wasn’t as committed as I was.

  She liked when I hurt her.

  Literally everything she did hurt me.

  I tried to pretend like everything was okay. Tried to savor these last moments we had together, but I felt like my skin was ripping open. Felt like every time she kissed me she was rubbing salt into my open wounds.

  Bad as it fucking hurt, I’d keep doing it over and over. Til the day she actually went away or until the day I died, this pain would be my captivity.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sage:

  I curled up next to him, running my fingers through his hair, kissing his face, wishing this moment didn’t have to end. I knew I was playing with fire and my absence was probably going to be noticed before long, but I didn’t want to go.

  This was the kind of shit that got people in my career shot. Feelings. Getting sloppy. Lack of focus. When he worked together, he was the way I stayed grounded. He was the way I washed myself of the sins of the day. Now that he’s on the other side, there was no grounding me. I was playing through a loop in my mind of how I was going to get out of this whole operation and it made me angry at myself. My career was my life. It was the only thing I was good at. The only thing I had going for me. If I separated myself from that,

  He was too good for me. Too good for me as he took my hand in his, kissing my fingers. Too good for me as he rolled over and put his face right in mine so I could study every line. I was tempted to lay here all night pretending like we were the only two people in the world.

  “What are you doing here, Sage?” he asked.

  “You know I can’t tell you much. It wouldn’t be safe for either of us.”

  He blinked his eyes closed and I found myself so caught up in the beauty of his eyelashes. Perfection. Every part of him was literally perfect. He made me stupid.

  “There’s a video. And a missing woman. Some really horrific shit,” I said, knowing I was taking a huge risk. In this moment, his loyalty was to me, but in his new life, he had a motorcycle club to take care of. I had to be careful how I worded things.

  “You have to go,” he said, to my surprise. He hugged me tighter, his body rejecting his words. As right as they were. “I’m proud of you, Sage.”

  “You’re not going to beg me to stay?”

  “I’m not going to take this away from you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already mine.” He nuzzled his beard into my back and I shivered. I had so much I wanted to say, so many ways I wanted to tell him how ‘his’ I actually was, but I couldn’t do this tonight. Especially not with the job at hand. He was right. I needed to go. I needed to go on and do exactly what I came here to do, which was not fall into bed and blow this whole mission on account of my feelings. “I’ll do whatever I can to support you, Sage. We might be on other sides of the field now, but I don’t ever want to take something away from you that you can’t get back.”

  “Like my virginity?”

  He looked at me with confusion, his eyes studying mine. “That’s what you want to call it? We can call it that.” He patted me on the ass casually and pressed his lips into my shoulder.

  “No, I mean like my actual virginity. That night I signed up for the agency.”

  “Sage,” he said, sitting bolt upright. “That was not your first time. Please tell me you’re just fucking with me.”

  “You were my first.”

  “Sage, I basically mauled you like a bear that night. I bit you. I hurt you. I would’ve never if I knew.”

  “Exactly,” I said, kissing his forehead. “but I liked it. I still like it. Which is why you’ve been my only since then.”

  I knew I just dropped a serious bombshell, but I needed to get it off my chest. Things were changing between us. The deeper we went, the more I wanted to open up to him. I needed to put all my cards on the table if we were going to do things like talk about the future. He needed to know exactly where I was coming from.

  “Sage, we need to talk about this,” he said sternly. His frustration was amusing. I dressed myself quickly, checking myself out in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any visible marks on my scantily clad body. His fingerprints lingered on my hips, and I knew I was going to be walking a little crooked for the rest of the night, but my shorts covered up any marks of indiscretion just well enough. Just another one of our little secrets to toss onto the pile.

  “We need to talk about you and your men staying the hell out of my investigation. We don’t need your protection at that house. I know that’s what Kevin is looking for. I don’t want you guys poking around in that shit.” I pecked his lips before pulling my mask back on. “You’re out of the agency. I can’t keep you from getting called into court. I can’t protect your identity. My workload is enough already without having to worry about how to keep you and your men safe.”

  “You have no idea what you’re getting into. You can’t even protect yourself running around looking like that. Where the hell do you even keep your pistol?” he asked.

  “Well, the good news is, Sabine only makes a few appearances a year. Tonight was a special occasion. By day, I’m Lyndsay Smith. Kevin thinks he’s the only one in on the secret.”

  “That sounds like a fucking disaster,” he said, scratching his head. It really was a fucking disaster. He didn’t even know the start. The more I talked to the other women, the more I realized they were savvy and smart. They were running their own businesses, using their bodies as leverage. If any of them caught on to what we were trying to pull off here, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Even if I was there to protect them, just like an MC doesn’t take kindly to special agents poking around, neither did sex workers. Even if they were completely legit, the stigma around the business and the tendency for law enforcement to try and leverage their power over women working in the business by wrapping them up in stupid charges was real.

  “Lyn
dsay Smith is a smart business woman. Boxy blazers. Plenty of room for my holster. I’ve already laid the law down to Kevin. He knows if he wants to see any Sabine money, he’s going to have to treat me with respect. If I play my cards right, I’ll have this whole thing wrapped up before Sabine even has to come out to play again.”

  “Unless I want her to?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

  “She’s all yours, love. She’s the only other woman I’m cool with you sleeping with.” I meant it, too. It didn’t even need to be said. I knew that dick was mine and only mine.

  “Is that so?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. If I could’ve bottled whatever that smile was on his face and hung onto for forever, I would’ve. It filled my cold dead heart with some sort of molten goopy joy I’d never experienced. Was he legitimately happy - and not just in that, I just got some ass kind of way?

  “I don’t want to go back out there,” I said, slipping the mask over my head. I wanted more of this. Whatever the feeling was in this dingy creepy fuck room was, maybe the collective joy of decades of sloppy orgasms, I liked it in here with him. With me. With us. I had a mission to do, though, and I didn’t know how hard he knocked Kevin out, but I couldn’t stay missing much longer.

  “Are you trying to say you like me or something?” He traced his finger down my shoulder and I leaned into his hard body, resting my chin on his chest. Five more minutes. Five more minutes couldn’t hurt.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” I asked.

  He laughed.

  “I love you and you know it. Everything I do is because I love you. That’s why I run away from you. So I don’t hurt you someday.” The words on my lips were locked so deep inside of me for so long, they didn’t even sound like my own. There were still things he didn’t know, but it was a start.