When she felt Gaige’s hands come down against her ass hard, the pain was sent through her body, mixing with the pleasure. Gaige gripped her hips tight and started to pump at her. The deep and thorough thrusts brought Emily to orgasm within seconds. As she squeezed and pulled at Gaige, he groaned.
“Fuck, beautiful, you’re going to make come already,” Gaige said.
“Then do it,” Emily said.
She thrust herself back at Gaige. The sex became hotter, faster, and harder. The sound of Gaige’s body colliding with her was almost as intoxicating as the whiskey shots. Each time Gaige came forward Emily had no choice but to scream. The pleasure was just too much to let go to waste.
Emily had her head down, her eyes shut, taking Gaige over and over. The whiskey had her drunk and Gaige fucking her made her feel high. As Gaige sped up even more, she felt him thickening, ready to explode.
Gaige groaned and suddenly pulled himself from Emily’s body. Gaige’s cock began to spill all over her. She felt the warm thickness spread across her ass as tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Gaige continued to groan as he stroked himself, releasing more and more of himself onto her body.
“Oh, fuck,” Gaige finally said with an exhaled. “That was fucking great.”
Emily nodded. She sucked in air and knew it was a dead giveaway that she was crying.
“Look at me, beautiful,” Gaige said.
Emily shook her head.
Gaige reached for Emily’s shoulders and pulled her up. Emily felt Gaige’s warm release run down her ass. It tickled yet felt good at the same time. Gaige turned her around and looked shocked.
“You’re crying,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Emily whispered.
He tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. He then rushed for a towel and gave it to Emily to clean herself up with. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as she wiped Gaige’s orgasm off her ass. It was extremely awkward, but Emily couldn’t control it. Gaige stood with his arms folded, watching Emily lift her jeans over her bare ass since he destroyed her panties.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just everything got to me at once,” Emily said. “The whiskey. The thoughts. You inside me.”
“Fuck, you are an emotional drunk, beautiful,” Gaige said. He gently touched Emily’s waist and pulled her close. “I don’t know what to say right now. This is because of that shooting.”
“It’s everything,” Emily said. “I saw two people die… one of them my best friend. Her father is going to hurt you, probably me too. And then Max…”
“No, this is bullshit,” Gaige said. He held Emily out by her shoulders. “This is fucking bullshit. Nobody is going to make you live in fear.”
“Too late,” Emily said as she forced a tearful laugh of disgust. “I can’t stop thinking or seeing or…”
Gaige put a hand to Emily’s mouth and he growled. He slowly slid his thumb along her lips. Emily saw the intensity in his eyes. She had started to cross a delicate line, challenging Gaige’s ability to protect her.
“If you don’t fucking trust me, then you need to go. I’ll have Blaine take you home and I’ll keep someone near you. But I’m not going to listen to this. I’m sorry for what happened today but that’s our business. People want to hurt us, kill us, all because of who we are. We fucking deal with it. Same goes for you, if you’re going to be here with us.”
Emily nodded. “I’m so sorry… I ruined this… with us…”
Emily’s head was still spinning. Her body tingled with a pleasure filled warmth, thanks to Gaige, yet her mind kept finding ways to ruin it.
Gaige finally pulled Emily close and held her tight. She continued to cry, unable to control herself. This was going to take time, whether she had it or not, that didn’t matter.
When Gaige released his hold on Emily, he sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hands to his face and took a deep breath.
“I wish I could tell you it gets easier with each bullet. Each death. But it doesn’t. I’m swinging fists to stay alive. It’s not about looking cool and having fun. This is what I have to offer the world.” Gaige sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I lost the care to cry a long time ago, so I’m sorry if I can’t sympathize with you, Emily, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. Because I do. Fucking hell, beautiful, I care about you. You have the comfort of my bed and my arms. My two wheels to take us away when we need to ride. It’s my world and I want you in it. But you have to fully trust me and you have to trust the club. There’s going to be bullets and blood, Emily, I can’t control that.”
Emily wiped her eyes and slowly sat down next to Gaige. The seriousness of the conversation didn’t make Emily feel any more sober. If anything, though, it her Emily feel closer to him. Falling for him meant falling hard and fast. Falling for him meant pain.
Emily laid her head on Gaige’s shoulder. He reached and touched her cheek.
“I can’t believe you’re so fucking drunk right now,” Gaige said.
Emily laughed. “Blame Blaine.”
“I do. You’re lucky you didn’t end up in his bed.”
“I think that’s the scariest place in the world.”
“Yeah, probably.” Gaige turned and looked at Emily. “I will kill Max for you. But I have something else I want to tell you…”
“What?”
Gaige’s face was stern as he looked at Emily. “You’re going to be there. You’re going to see it happen.”
Emily wasn’t sure how to actually process those words. She felt dumbfounded. She blinked and a stray tear fell from her eye.
“I’m going to…”
Gaige nodded. “Yes. I’m going to show you that Max is dead. I’m going to prove my promise to you, beautiful.”
“I believe you,” Emily said. “I don’t need…”
“You do,” Gaige said. He took Emily’s hand. “I want you to look into his eyes and see the fear he made you feel, because when his life ends, so does the fear. For good. Got it?”
Emily slowly nodded. This man was going to kill someone for her.
“Now fucking kiss me,” Gaige said.
Emily moved to Gaige and kissed him. Hard. Fast. Drunk kisses that were filled with passion and emotion that Gaige may not have understood, but Emily did.
She was in love with him.
twenty.
Gaige lined up the eight ball with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Blaine stood at the corner pocket, slowly unzipping his pants. Gaige smiled and shook his head.
“Does nothing for me,” Gaige said. “Or to me.”
“Fine,” Blaine said.
Gaige eyed Blaine as he snapped his fingers at a reliever on the couch. She took her shirt off and turned around, cupping her bare breasts. She walked to the pool table and bent down. She pinched her own nipples and tried to tease Gaige with a show.
Focused on the eight ball, Gaige shot and the ball hit and sunk with ease.
“Game,” Gaige said.
He tossed the pool stick to the table and took the cigarette from his mouth. He grabbed his beer resting on another corner pocket of the table and drank from it.
“Fuck, bro,” Blaine said. He put his arm around the reliever and pointed to Gaige. “You’re in love, bro. That’s what this shit is.”
“Say that again?” Gaige asked.
“I’ve got a fucking sexy bitch here, shaking her tits, and you manage to make the shot. What the fuck is that?”
“Focus,” Gaige said.
“Fuck that. You’re pussy whipped.”
Gaige opened his mouth and from the corner of his eye he saw Emily at the bar next to Nate. She was sipping a beer. He smiled when he saw her.
“Look at that face,” Blaine said. “Pussy whipped.”
“I have a pussy you could whip,” the reliever chimed in.
Gaige laughed and watched Blaine grab her by the mout
h and smile. “Yeah? You want me to take care of that pussy?”
They retreated to wherever they were going. Gaige leaned against the pool table and finished his smoke and beer. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Emily. Yeah, she was fucking beautiful. Yeah, he really felt for her, but he wasn’t fucking pussy whipped. That wasn’t Gaige’s style. Not now and certainly not ever. So why did he suddenly want to kill for her?
Gaige finished his beer and left it on the pool table. Someone would clean it up for him. Gaige walked to Nate and gave him a shove. Nate and Emily looked back at Gaige.
“Need to talk to you, bro,” Gaige said. He looked at Emily. “Stay here.”
Emily nodded.
Nate stood and Gaige started to walk. He led the way to the meeting room. When he opened the door, the table was empty. To think about the lives spared and the lives taken based on the decisions that had been made in was intense.
Gaige leaned against the corner of the table and crossed his arms.
“We need to fucking take care of this now,” Gaige said.
“Take care of what?” Nate asked.
“This Eight Under problem. I can’t let this go right now. Not after they tried to shoot us. They gunned down one of their own like he was nothing. That’s dangerous territory for a crew.”
“They’re assholes, man,” Nate said. “That shouldn’t surprise you.”
“This Vinny guy needs to go. He’s the one who pulled that trigger…”
“Fuck,” Nate said. He took out a smoke and lit it. “You’re so worried about this because of Emily.”
“Fuck yeah I am,” Gaige said. “She’s afraid and it’s not fair.”
“We have a plan. Miller is waiting for a call…”
“I’m going there,” Gaige said. “I’ll go alone if I have to.”
“Go where?”
“Eight Under compound. Settle this shit. They have to know what he did. And if Eight Under was in agreement of it, then we have a war on our hands. If it wasn’t agreed upon, then we are doing them a favor by taking him out.”
“Christ, man,” Nate said. “You want just the two of us riding up on that shit?”
“We’ll take Blaine,” Gaige said. “He’s fucked up enough to trust this.”
“What about me?”
“You’re the closest thing I’ve got to a real brother, Nate. You know how my mind works.”
“Right now, bro,” Nate said with a smile, “you’re acting like a man in love.”
“Fuck you.”
Gaige pushed from the table and went to the door. He touched the handle and stopped. He let the silence in the room settle for a little bit before speaking again.
“I can’t let her go,” Gaige said. “Call it what you want, man, but I can’t let her go. I can’t relax knowing she’s worried. I want her to understand all of this. What we do. Why we do it. I want her to see it… and to see if she can survive it.”
Gaige opened the door and Nate whistled. Gaige turned. Nate took a deep drag of his smoke. He exhaled with a smokey sigh.
“I’ll be outside waiting,” Nate said. “I’m taking your lead, brother.”
Gaige nodded and left the room. He walked down the hallway and stopped at Blaine’s door. He found it unlocked and opened it to a typical Blaine scene. The reliever who tried to distract Gaige was handcuffed to the bed and propped up doggie style with Blaine behind her. He was wearing nothing but his leather cut. Gaige could see Blaine’s ass cheeks flexing as he pumped hard and fast into the girl cuffed to his bed. The entire bed shook as the woman groaned and cried out.
When Gaige saw what was on the woman’s back, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Blaine had a magazine balanced perfectly on the small of the woman’s back. He flipped a page in the magazine and grunted.
Gage cleared his throat and Blaine looked at him. Blaine smiled but didn’t stop fucking the woman. Blaine pointed to the magazine and smiled.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Gaige asked.
The woman looked back at Gaige. She smiled with pleasure filled eyes.
“I’m reading the articles, bro,” Blaine said. “Don’t worry I’m almost done here.”
Gaige folded his arms. “Fuck, man, we’ve got to go. You, me, and Nate are riding.”
“Nice,” Blaine said. He thrust hard and the woman’s head hit the headboard. He slapped her ass. “Face forward and take it.”
“Can you hurry up here?” Gaige asked.
“I’ll come right now,” Blaine said. “You want to see that?”
Gaige shook his head. “I’ll be outside waiting.”
Before Gaige could turn, Blaine smacked the magazine off the woman’s back and then gripped her waist. His teeth were gritted and he grunted as he started to move faster. Gaige shut the door and then heard a wild cry come from Blaine. He was finishing…
It made Gaige cringe.
He walked through the clubhouse and minded his own business until he got to Emily. Griffin sat next to her now and it was exactly what Gaige had been hoping to find. He positioned himself between Emily and Griffin.
“I’m riding with Nate and Blaine,” Gaige said. “Business.”
“Trouble,” Griffin said.
“Maybe so.”
Emily touched Gaige’s arm. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Gaige said. “I’m fixing problems. That’s all.”
“Jesus Christ,” Griffin said. “Don’t…”
“What I need is for you two to stay together,” Gaige said. He looked at Emily and nodded. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Emily whispered.
Gaige looked at Griffin. “Can you do this for me?”
“I’ve got it, brother,” Griffin said. He punched Gaige in the arm. “Come back in one piece, okay?”
“I’ll be back,” Gaige said. He put a fist out to Griffin. “Thank you.”
Griffin touched his fist to Gaige’s. “No problem. I’ll keep her safe. You know that.”
“I know,” Gaige said. “I know.” Gaige turned to Emily. “Kiss me.”
Emily came close and Gaige put his hand to the back of her head. They kissed deep. The taste of Emily’s tongue made Gaige instantly hard. It made his heart race, too, which was something not many women could do. When the kiss ended he stared into Emily’s eyes and felt a burning throughout his body that he never knew could be real.
Fuck… he was falling for this woman…
“Stay with Griffin,” Gaige whispered. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
“You’re going into trouble,” Emily said.
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.”
“Gaige…”
“Beautiful,” Gaige said. “This is my job. Have a drink. Relax with Griffin.”
Gaige kissed Emily’s forehead and licked his lips as he walked away. He set his sights on the door and didn’t look back. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look back, it was because if he looked back and saw Emily he was sure he would completely fall in love with her.
Outside, Gaige got on his motorcycle and started it. Nate was next to him and nodded. Gaige pointed to door and a few seconds later the door opened and Blaine came rushing out. He was still zipping up his pants and hooking his belt buckle. He smelled his fingers and then gave a thumbs up.
Gaige shook his head.
What a sick fuck…
The three left with Gaige leading the thunderous fury of motorcycles. Their eyes were set on killing.
twenty-one.
Emily kept her eyes moving along the bar. Next to her Griffin had a folder full of papers. He opened the folder and began to scan the files. The clubhouse was getting loud and rowdy. Shay was throwing back shots like they were water. Landon and Erik were in a heated game of darts, playing for the company of a woman who sat on a couch with her legs crossed, looking at the two big bikers with starry eyes. Jace nursed a beer in the corner of the bar, causally looking at Emily, making her feel uncomfortable.
“I can’t work here like th
is,” Griffin finally said. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
Griffin stood and Emily had to follow. She met eyes with Jace and then hurried to catch up with Griffin. They went down the hall and Griffin stopped at a large set of doors.
“I would go in there,” he said, “but I can’t with you. The meeting room isn’t for relievers and old ladies.”
Old ladies?
Emily wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Is that was she was? An old lady to Gaige? What the hell did that mean?
He stopped at another door and opened it. It was another small bedroom. “I only have one chair and a desk,” Griffin said. “I need to work so help yourself to the bed to relax.”
Emily didn’t want to sit on a biker’s bed, unless it was Gaige’s. Griffin stared at her and sensed her worry. He walked to a nightstand and with the swing of his foot, he knocked over a lamp, empty beer bottles, and a frame. He then handed Emily the folder in his hand and he lifted the nightstand and walked it to the desk. He put it down and pointed to the empty chair.
“There, you can sit,” Griffin said.
“Thanks.”
“Now let me have that folder.”
Emily sat and put the folder down. Griffin sat on the nightstand and opened the folder.
“This is all the paperwork to keep us legit,” Griffin said. “It’s all our legit paperwork and club dues. We have dues to keep the clubhouse in order and to make it seem like we’re just some bad dudes looking to drink and fuck.”
Emily smiled.
“But you know it’s more than that,” Griffin said.
“I know,” Emily whispered.
“And it’s not about fighting and shooting each other. That’s the kind of shit we try to keep from happening. If it wasn’t for the MC, there would be more of that shit all around here. It’s too lucrative to just enjoy drugs and pussy, right?”
“I guess so.”
Griffin nodded. “It is. But we are grounded. If that’s what you call all this shit around us. The shooting at the fights… that was a step over the line. Big time. That’s going to get dealt with. Your friend should have never suffered that kind of death.”
“I’m more worried about her father now,” Emily said.
“Well, he can do what he has to do to get over the loss of his daughter. We won’t stand in the way. Hell, I’m sure Gaige would take a beating from him if it helped. We get pain. We get loss. We aren’t heartless people, we just have hardened hearts.”
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