Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #2

by Esther E. Schmidt

  I’m halfway with my sketch when I notice Hank’s head lifting from my leg where he’s been sleeping on, his tail enthusiastically thumping the mattress. Swinging my gaze to the door, I see Vachs lock up as he turns to face me. The smile on his face is warm and welcome but I can see it in his eyes how this day sucked all the energy right out of him.

  His lips move as he closes the distance between us. “I need to take a shower but seeing you in my bed waiting for me? Fucking perfect.”

  I tip my head up at the same time he leans in to capture my lips in a slow and sensual kiss. My whole body surrenders and drains of all the tension and insecurities that were flowing through my veins. This is exactly why I lay my heart in his hands because he practically reached inside and stole it the first time we met. Our connection sizzles at contact with the promise for everlasting pleasure.

  There are small tremors flowing through my lips and I love the feeling. I recognize it as his expression for liking what we’re doing. Nonetheless he pulls back and places his forehead against mine for a few breaths before pulling away completely.

  “Shower.” I read from his lips and he quickly makes an exit in that direction.

  Hank has fallen right back to sleep and my gaze slides to the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar and from the light and shadows I can tell he’s undressing. I’ve seen him in boxers when we slept in bed together. Curiosity gets the better of me when I tiptoe across the room.

  Peeking through the small space I notice the steam filling up the room. I showered earlier and know how fast the water heats up, but it doesn’t prevent me from seeing a very sculpted ass along with a muscled, inked back. The patch of Broken Deeds MC is inked in dark lines and shades.

  I’m itching to touch him and as if I’m magically drawn to this man I’m closing the distance, feeling the water of the shower hit my hand and arm as I slide my fingertips over his skin. He doesn’t so much as twitch underneath my touch. He must have heard me since I tiptoed through to the bathroom but shoved the door open and stalked right over. Hell, maybe the door squeaks, I wouldn’t have a clue, but it’s as if he was expecting my touch.

  I’m biting my bottom lip when he slowly turns. My eyes stay locked on his inked chest, my fingers still sliding over his skin as he reaches out and pulls me close with a hand on the back of my neck. The warm water engulfs me as I greedily accept his kiss.

  My eyes fall shut and I turn off my brain and simply relish in all the outer and inner emotions and feelings coursing through me. His roaming hands, his delicious mouth, the warmth of the water raining down on us, it’s as if I’m lifted into another place where there’s just the two of us.

  And in this moment, I’m certain there’s nothing that can get between us. It would be impossible to pry us apart when we’re practically melting into each other’s arms. His tongue swirls around mine, searching, tasting, wanting, needing…we’re balancing on devouring each other and yet there’s enough for the both of us to get our fill.

  I’ve never been forward or daring toward men and have never felt the naked skin of a man underneath my fingers. But there’s no stopping when my hands start to roam over his strong muscled back, feeling every jump of his muscles.

  The t-shirt I’m still wearing is clinging to my skin and yet it doesn’t stop Vachs from cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. His hand slides in between us and settles between my legs. I gasp into his mouth and fully trust him to proceed. This feels too good and I feel I could die if I don’t give into the pleasure he’s creating.

  I should be nervous because I have no clue what to expect or what to do. I might have read and seen some sexual acts, but my experience is less than none. Though, I’ve shut my brain off for a reason and it’s only lifting me into a higher state of euphoria.

  What we feel doesn’t need conversation. Our hands, mouths, our entire bodies know instinctively what is expected, what needs have to be fulfilled, and what cravings have to be satisfied to keep riding these waves of bliss together.

  His mouth trails a path of kisses down my jaw, nipping the skin here and there, making me gasp for my next breath while his fingers slide through my slit. His thumb feathers over my clit as I tilt my head to give him more access to keep giving me an openmouthed kiss in the crook of my neck.

  I never knew this was a sensual and sensitive spot of mine, or maybe it’s because he’s playing with my pussy but it’s as if he’s playing my body like an instrument and the pleasure is the sweetest of tunes filling up the air I’m surrounded with. Sneaking my hand down, driven with boldness brought on by the pleasure he gives me, I gently wrap my fingers around his hard length.

  Vibrations bounce between us and it’s as if I can almost hear his voice calling my name. My heart leaps and it’s thumping out of control when his fingers strum my clit as he thrusts into my hand. He’s skillfully seeking his own pleasure while simultaneously giving me mine.

  His chest is pressing against mine, my breasts flattening against his hard muscles. His mouth is close to my ear, nipping, probably whispering words. I can feel every breath, every ripple of each word pushed out and flowing through the air in his lungs and it touches me deep in my soul. A tidal flow of scorching heat flares from between my legs, through my veins, and overtakes my body in a delightful way.

  In the back of my head I mindlessly experience the touch of Vachs’ hand close over mine, tightening my grip and movement before I feel his dick pulse in my hand. My breathing is erratic as I stumble down from the monumental high.

  Vachs pulls his head back to stare at me with hooded eyes. He leans down to place a slow and sensual kiss on my lips. His hands slide up my body to pull me close. I sigh in contentment when I wrap him in my embrace and let my heart come down from what feels like running a marathon.

  He steps back and reaches for the hem of my wet t-shirt to pull it over my head and let it drop to the floor. He takes a bottle of body wash off a rack, squirting some in his hand and starts to soap me up. I’m glad my skin is already flushed from my orgasm and the warm water because I’m pretty sure I’m blushing due to his roaming hands.

  Though this isn’t sensual, and yet it is. There are many firsts I’ve experienced with this man, and yet the consuming pleasure he gave me is most definitely one of my favorites. But this intimacy of soaping up my body takes some getting used to.

  Maybe it’s because it’s the first time I’m actually showering with a man, with my man. Maybe it’s because we did sexual things while my body was still covered but I’m fully naked now. How bold I was a moment ago, now that the lust is not fogging my restraints, the shyness tries to settle in. The water suddenly stops and I watch how Vachs’ muscled arm reaches out to grab a towel.

  He wraps me in the soft fabric before reaching one for himself. I focus on drying myself off and try to make a quick escape but it’s as if Vachs is one step ahead of me and slides his arm around my waist, pulling my back against his front.

  His dick is pressed against my ass when I feel his breath flow over my ear as his chest rumbles. My body freezes, knowing he’s talking to me; words I won’t ever be able to hear or understand if he isn’t facing me. This was a mistake. He shouldn’t be tied to a woman like me. He clearly forgets–

  A strong hand grips my chin and tips my head up. I swallow hard when I stare in front of me into the mirror, looking at myself engulfed by his massive body behind me. His intense stare is holding me in place when I yet again feel his breath sliding over my ear and his chest rumble right before he spins me around.

  His lips move again and I read the words I’ve felt sliding over my ear. “You’re breathtaking.”

  I raise my hand, wanting to sign about my concerns and yet again the barrier slides in place. I know it’s in my head since we have many other ways to communicate, but it still sucks. And it might be because of the shitty experience I once had with a man who wanted to date me but despised my loss of hearing.

  Not only despised, he made it sound as if it was a benefit
for using me as he deemed fit because of it, making it even worse. Clearly, he slashed a wound of insecurity into my brain and let me stand here doubting Vachs and myself. But it could very well be the vulnerability I’m feeling about what we just did.

  I know we didn’t exactly have sex, but we did take pleasure from each other’s body. There are many things flowing through my head and I’m balancing on an emotional ledge. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to regain focus.

  My throat hurts from voicing my shock as I’m being scooped up, thrown over Vachs’ shoulder, as he slaps my ass and stalks out of the bathroom. He lets me slide down his body a few breaths later and bends over the bed, grabbing my phone and shoving it in my hands as he stalks back into the bathroom to retrieve his.

  He points at the phone in my hands. “Talk,” is the only word falling from his lips.

  I’m still naked, phone in hand, and have no clue what to say or do. Bouncing my gaze between his eyes and my phone, I’m starting to doubt my own sanity. Thankfully Vachs steps closer and places a finger underneath my chin to make me stare at him.

  “It’s me and you, Hads. Shit can be confusing or unclear but if you don’t talk to me, I have no clue what’s going on inside your head. But I can read body language flawlessly and yours is telling me there’s somewhat close to panic and confusion as to what we just did. Hell, it might be emotions crashing through you from the high you experienced. But no matter what, how silly your words might sound, raunchy details, complaints about my performance, whatever…tell me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

  I throw my phone on the bed and watch how Vachs’ face washes with confusion. His lips part and close but his eyes quickly settle on my hands when I try to explain in a simple way for him to understand. I move them to my heart and then touch my temples as I bring my hands back in front of my chest and whirl them around.

  His hands cover mine and it makes our gaze collide. “Confused. Emotions. It’s a lot, huh?”

  I give a shy smile and nod. He cups the side of my face and feathers his lips against mine. Gosh, I love it when he does that.

  Pulling back, he gives me the words. “I’ve always had restlessness rushing through my veins. It’s why I was a nomad. I still had it when I settled here and almost lost focus again until I met you. Somehow being near you and spending time with you, and taking care of what’s mine brings a calmness inside me I never knew was possible. It’s funny…how we turned the tables…but it also shows we fit perfectly because I know a great remedy.”

  I’m still focusing on his mouth when he yet again dives down and easily throws me over his shoulder. This time I’m not as stunned and smack his muscled ass. Bad move because it earns me one in return.

  He carefully drapes me over the mattress and gestures for Hank to settle back down. We slide under the covers and Vachs turns on the TV as he pulls me close. He presses some buttons on the remote and I watch how he flips through some movies, ultimately settling on an action movie. A few more buttons and closed captions run across the screen.

  One of the things we’ve texted about was movie preferences. Right next to favorite food, habits we dislike, what countries we would like to visit one day, and let’s not forget some personal facts Vachs shared about how he doesn’t have any family. I was shocked when he texted that little tidbit of information when we talked about things we disliked.

  He mentioned how he hated Christmas, any holiday for that matter. When I asked why it became clear he lost his parents at a young age. He was raised by his grandmother who thought he was more of a bother and left him alone in the house most times.

  I was on the verge of tears when I read those words but in the next text he mentioned how it could always have been worse. As if that made it somehow better. As soon as he could he joined the army, following a path that lead him to becoming a SEAL and eventually a member of Broken Deeds MC.

  The brotherhood and family surrounding him was a void he longed to fill. Though sometimes it presses down on him and it’s suffocating. I now understand, and yet it’s the very thing he craves and needs. I snuggle close and place my hand over his heart.

  What I feel for this man isn’t the full surrender of all the love my heart holds. It’s too soon and too fast but the amount of adoration makes me easily fall for this man. Desire and a swirl of unknown feelings make my body sing with happiness, and it shows me it will ultimately and easily grow into love. And this is the exact reason the both of us dove into this relationship headfirst.

  And when I think about how we connected in the shower, how I crashed right after, and how he picked me up to the point where we’re now relaxed and in each other’s embrace? This right here is where my heart fills with the smile slowly sliding on my face while at the same time, I feel his heartbeat underneath my palm.

  In this moment I have no insecurities and my feelings have settled. Vachs is right; it shows we fit perfectly. And he did know a great remedy. It also shows I gave my trust and possibly a little piece of my heart to the right man because as he holds me, I can feel myself starting to fall for him.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  A few days later

  – VACHS –

  “You’re shitting me?” I growl at my prez.

  Archer woke me up early today while I was sleeping peacefully with my woman in her bed. He ordered me to swing by the clubhouse since I was staying at Hadley’s apartment. The past few days Hadley and I have been bouncing back and forth with either sleeping here or at her home. Since she was the one who needed to open the shop early this morning, we stayed at her house last night.

  He smacks a piece of paper on the table in front of me. “The bank account you stumbled onto along with the shady transfers from the slush fund all point to one thing. The mayor is dirty and in bed with criminals laundering money or they have him in their grip and forcing his hand to do their bidding. Ganza was able to find a connection through Fraser’s company, bringing some light to his clients. One sparked our interest since it’s a direct link to a cartel. A fucking cartel. But the evidence is as thin as the paper in front of you. If we want to be able to do something we need more.”

  “It makes sense.” Glancing at Archer I add, “If a cartel is behind this money laundering thing, filling the slush fund and either pressuring the mayor or they are in bed together, it gives a foundation to get shit done. The evidence might be paper thin but the motive is fucking solid when you think about it.”

  “Yeah, but with this political shit we need to go by the book all the way, and this?” He points at the paper with the details of a foreign bank account Ganza managed to find that is associated with the cartel. “Isn’t enough of a link to throw the mayor in jail and take out the cartel along with everyone else he has working for him. Hell, we don’t know much about this cartel who have been busy rooting themselves in this state for well over a year without anyone knowing. These types of cartels are usually settled somewhere else while a second in command is leading a division right here. We know too little about this shit. I’ve asked Depay if Diamond could reach out to her family, I’m guessing the mob will have more experience with cartels. I’m waiting on that info while Ganza is digging a little deeper. Fucking hell, we don’t need this shit. I have a little kid and one on the way.”

  I’ve been told Diamond is a former Russian mob princess. She’s not connected any more but does still have some acquaintances who she can contact to ask a few questions without raising any flags in that world. Wait. Did he say Bee’s pregnant?

  “Congratulations, Prez,” I mutter and he gives me a chin lift, both our heads are still with the crazy turnaround in this case. And it makes me question, “Baton still has no clue as to what’s going on?”

  Archer groans. “He’s starting to suspect shit. I’m afraid we can’t keep this from him any longer. This is turning into something bigger and two cases flowed into one clusterfuck. He’s obsessed with the mayor’s daughter and I’m getting the feeling the fucker wanted Baton away fro
m his daughter for a reason.”

  I nod thoughtfully and voice my suspicions. “Think about it…if they first approached the mayor and he didn’t want anything to do with the cartel, they would lash out to force his hand. And if the kidnapping was something to put pressure on the mayor…it makes sense he reached out to the government for help and they hired us to get the daughter back, keeping it all off the record.”

  “And then they might have had something else on him or whatever and now he’s in bed with them. Maybe they threatened his daughter again. The stalker shit proves they have something on him and his daughter isn’t safe,” Archer finishes.

  “The stalker shit wouldn’t have come to light if it wasn’t for Baton and the girl reaching out to him. Pretty sure Ellory doesn’t know what her father is involved in. And she’s still out of the country. Do we know where she is?” I question.

  “We made sure no one knew where she was, but when the stalker was apprehended, her father went out of the country to pick Ellory up but the fucker returned home without her.”

  “That’s fucking concerning now that we know a cartel is involved.” I rub my beard and release a deep sigh. “She could be in the hands of the cartel for all we know. Hell, the cartel could have given us a guy to take the fall as a stalker and make us go away, allowing them free range to do what they want to the mayor and Ellory. Baton would never forgive us if we kept him out, especially if she’s still at risk.”

  “Fuck,” Archer snaps, stands, and stalks to the door to swing it open before he bellows, “Baton. In here. Now.”

  Archer walks back to his seat and I shove the papers scattered out on the table back into the file. I hear the door close and Baton rounds the table to take a seat across from me.

  “I need you to keep a clear head and not rush out of here like a madman, understood?” Archer warns.

  Baton only narrows his eyes and stays frozen, as if he’s bracing for impact. Archer gives me a nod to take over. I lean back in my chair and cross my arms in front of my chest.