by K E Osborn
Moving over to the bean bag sofa that Steel loved so much, I take a seat and huff folding my arms over my chest as I stare into my lap. I don’t want to go to bed just yet, that will only remind me of what I could be doing right now with Stealth, and I don’t want to be thinking of that right now. As I take a deep breath, a pair of killer Louis Vuitton sequin-embroidered satin from red to black heels appear at my feet. If there is one thing I know, it’s shoes. But these are to die for, and could only belong to one woman.
“Hey, Jess.”
“You turning into a horse or something?” she asks.
I glance up at her furrowing my brows wondering what the hell that means. “Umm… what?”
“Why the long face, honey?” she asks turning and sitting down next to me with a slight smirk like she thinks she made the best joke ever.
Sighing, I shake my head. “No, it’s nothing really.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Ah-huh. Wouldn’t have something to do with that hunk of a man dragging you off to his room… giant boner and all… and now you’re out here not five minutes later?”
Slumping my body into the sofa, I nod. “I like Stealth, I really do. But I don’t think he’s attracted to me or something.”
Jess scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re dreaming! I see the way he stares at you when he thinks no one’s looking. He likes you, and wants you. He just has issues. There’s a lot more to Stealth that we don’t know. He’s hiding something, of that I am sure, I just don’t know what. Be careful with him, but follow your heart. If you like him, tell him. Lay it all on the line, and just let him know that you’re there for him.”
“It’s complicated… he’s getting over his ex-wife.”
Jess shakes her head and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “His wife won’t take him back. You need to show him that you’re better, and you’re here and willing. Once he sees the real you, and that you’re willing to go all in with him, how could he resist?”
Turning my lips to the side, I shrug. “I suppose.”
Jess pulls me to her and squeezes tightly. “Hey, why don’t you go back into his room now and show him that you care about him. You don’t have to fuck Stealth, just be with him. Let him hold you, tell him you’re there for him. Be there for him until he’s ready to give himself to you.”
Nodding and smiling, my stomach unknots itself and my heart starts to flutter back to a normal rhythm. “That’s a great idea.” I lean in kissing Jess on the cheek and she nods.
“I know, I came up with it.”
Laughing, I stand up to take a deep breath while straightening out my skirt ready to head back to Stealth’s room. Not knowing what I’ll find when I get there, I don’t want to go to bed tonight leaving things the way they are. It’s eating me up, and I’m sure he feels just as off about it as I do. Putting one foot in front of the other, I trek back down toward Stealth’s room. My heart is beating frantically as I gnaw on my bottom lip. I just hope he doesn’t send me away because that would hurt even more. Reaching his door, I take a deep breath and knock twice gently.
“Come in,” his deep deflated voice murmurs from behind the door.
I centre myself, then turn the door handle opening the door and poking my head through it. He looks over at me and then sits up on the bed dramatically and half-smiles. It’s an awkward smile like he’s happy to see me but wary of why I’m back.
He tilts his head gesturing for me to come in, so I walk inside and close the door behind me gently. I stay standing by the door. There’s an awkward silence in the room for a moment before I gain the courage to talk.
My heart beats so fast I feel a little sick. I open my mouth, my voice cracks slightly, but I get the words out. “I’m sorry for leaving like I did.”
He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. “No, I apologise for freaking out.”
Sighing, I nod. “Would it be okay if… I stayed and you… just… held me?”
He smiles wide and his body slumps like he’s relieved. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
My chest tightens at the thought of spending the entire night with him cuddled up in bed. I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, and hopefully, we can last the night but I won’t push him. If he asks me to leave, I will.
Moving my hands to the side of my skirt, I grab the zipper and draw it down letting my skirt fall to the floor. He swallows hard as I amble toward his bed, kicking off my heels. Bringing my hands up to the bottom of my tank top, I lift it up over my head and throw it down next to my skirt leaving me in my underwear. He gulps looking at my semi-naked frame. I saunter to the edge of the bed and look down at him. He smiles pulling back the bed covers showing me he’s lying in bed in just his boxer briefs. I smile thanking my lucky stars he isn’t naked. I don’t know how I could have kept my hands to myself if he were. I slide into bed with him and lay down, my back to his front. He wraps his arms around me and the warmth from him sends a spark running right through my back straight into my heart. I know I’m falling for him, even with his flaws. Turning my head, he brings his face up in line with mine and I smile at him.
“Thank you.”
He shakes his head. “No, thank you for coming back. You’re too good to me,” he says and then leans down planting his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I relish in his kiss. His tongue dances with mine and I bring my hand up holding his cheek. He pulls back, and I think maybe he’s going to freak out again but his eyes are soft and he smiles. “Really, thank you for coming back. I was going crazy thinking I’d ruined us.”
I turn in his grip to face him and caress his cheek. “It’s already forgotten.” I lean up kissing him again, our tongues dancing with each other’s, as all memory of tonight’s freak out moves to the back of my mind. I kiss him pressing my body against his as he holds me tightly, hopefully for the rest of the night.
STEALTH’S POV
Movement on my arm slowly pulls me from a blissful sleep. It’s the first night in a long while I’ve actually slept through the entire night, and damn does it feel good. The movement takes my attention again, and my eyes slowly open to see a beautiful blonde nestled in between my arm and my chest. Her head resting in the nook of my shoulder. Smiling as she murmurs in her sleep and jerking slightly from an apparent dream she’s having, I bring my hand up to her delicate face and gently wipe some stray hairs from her cheek. She really is stunning, and as she settles down and stops moving, her eyes begin to flutter as she takes in a deep breath lazily opening her eyes.
“Morning gorgeous.”
She looks up at me and smiles wide. “Morning handsome.”
Leaning down, I touch her lips for a morning kiss. She kisses me back without hesitation and with a hard vigour. It makes my cock twitch instantly, but I’m not going to think about that right now. Pulling back, she gazes at me with a smirk.
“You surprise me, you know that.”
I purse my lips. “I do? How so?”
She giggles slightly and rests her head back on my chest like it’s meant to have always been there. “I actually would’ve pictured you as a snorer, but not one single sound came from you last night, except for breathing. You were really out to it.”
Stealth by name, stealth by nature.
“I’m quiet in everything I do, gorgeous.”
She looks up at me with a glimmer in her eyes and a smirk on her face, like she’s thinking about something but doesn’t want to say.
Furrowing my brows, I put my finger on her forehead. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
She leans in kissing my chest quickly before sitting up in the bed, the sheets falling from her breasts swiftly making me want to remove her bra to take her nipples into my mouth.
Shaking my head from my wayward thoughts, I look up at her face to see her grinning at me. “Enjoying the view, you perv?”
Smiling, I nod. “Very much. Can you just turn around and bend over for me slightly?” I tease.
She scoffs, rolling he
r eyes, and gets out of bed picking up her tank top off the floor and pulling it on. Chuckling to myself, I follow her and her eyes snap to my naked chest and her mouth drops open slightly.
“Oh, now who’s enjoying the view, huh?” I tease reaching out and tweaking her nipple through her top. She giggles slapping at my hand and bends down for her skirt.
“So, breakfast?”
I nod and grab my shirt off the chair and pull it over my head. “Sounds good, I’m starved.”
“Yeah, you need to eat some greasy bacon, those abs are growing their own abs. Eat some fat, damn it!” She pokes at my toned stomach.
Chuckling, I pull her to me and she smiles as I lean down to kiss her again. “But then you wouldn’t want to look at me if I had a beer gut like the Prez.”
She opens her eyes wide in mock shock and giggles. “Talking bad about the Prez behind his back, Stealth. Bad form. I might have to tell him about your delinquent behaviour.”
Smirking, I raise an eyebrow. “Oh no, we can’t have you ratting on me gorgeous. I’ll just have to find a way to keep you quiet.”
She purses her lips and tries to back away from me, but I hold her tightly to me. “Oh yeah, like what.”
“I think I can find a way to keep your mouth shut,” I say and push my lips to hers strongly grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth to mine. Her body sags into me completely surrendering as her mouth opens and her tongue goes rogue with mine. I could seriously become addicted to kissing her like this. Heat builds inside of me, so I move in closer to her, our bodies moulding together. She wraps her arms around my neck as I kiss her deeply. Her leg lifts up and wraps around my waist and I grab hold, my fingers digging into her silky flesh as I grind my now fresh hard on into her pussy. Every inch of me is aching to be with her, but I need to calm this down a notch.
Do I want her? More than anything. But I have to take this at my pace, and if I know Skye like I think I do, she’ll walk the slow steps with me. Easing the kiss and softly pulling back, she moans in appreciation and licks her lips.
“You’re delicious, you know that?”
I smirk and shake my head. “I think I should be the one saying that.”
She shrugs and tilts her head. “I think your betrayal of Mad Dog is safe with me, you delinquent. If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll keep my mouth shut, or open as it were.” She winks pulling her leg down from my waist and finishes putting on her skirt.
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head. “You gorgeous, are trouble… with a capital fuck me you’re hot.”
She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Put your clothes on, Stealth, I need to feed your abs’ abs.”
Turning, I reach for my jeans and put them on as she steps into her heels. She really is amazingly sexy—her toned body is super fit—and even though I’ve never really been a fan of tattoos on women, I can’t imagine Skye without hers.
They suit her.
Perfectly.
Once we’re both decent, we walk out hand-in-hand toward the clubroom for a good feed from Boiler. His big breakfasts are the best. Skye is cuddled into my side as we step into the clubroom. My attention is drawn straight to Techie talking to Crash, they’re pulled together like they’re discussing something secret.
I wonder what’s going down.
Crash nods to Techie and they both start heading outside like their on a mission, storming fast like something’s actually going down. Turning to face Skye, I kiss her head and let go of her hand.
“Gorgeous, can you order breakfast and I’ll be right back? Just want to check on something.”
She smiles and sits down on a stool. “Sure thing, handsome.”
Turning I follow quietly outside to watch Techie stepping over Steel’s Hog. Furrowing my brows, I wonder what the hell he’s doing. Surely, that’s not allowed. Jigsaw must wonder the same thing as he rushes up to Techie grabbing his shirt. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but Techie’s shaking his head as Jigsaw lets him go. Jigsaw slumps his body and pounds his chest like he’s angry. I’m starting to contemplate whether I should go over when Jigsaw rushes across hopping on his Hog too. Crash jumps in a cage and the three of them take off out of the compound—Techie on Steel’s Hog. It’s really strange to me that Techie would get on another man’s bike, especially his best mates, who he knows wouldn’t let anyone else ride it. Something isn’t adding up for me. So I walk over to the gate and look up the post toward Sentinel.
“Yo, Sentinel, where are they going?”
He shrugs. “I have no idea. I don’t know anything that goes on around here. I’m just a lousy gatekeeper.”
Slumping my body and exhaling at his apparent care factor, I try to lighten his mood. “You’re there to keep an eye on everyone that comes and goes from the premises. That’s an important job.”
“It’s bullshit, is what it is. You’re doing all the good stuff. I just hope you’re reporting in everything you’re being told.”
I duck down in reaction to his words hoping like fuck no one is out here to hear him. “Keep that talk down will you, you cockhead.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go back to kissing arse.”
“Hey, don’t forget I’m the only friend you have in this joint. You don’t want to get me offside too do you?” I berate.
He huffs and flares his nostrils. “Stealth, I don’t think I have any friends in this joint, to be honest. You don’t have any loyalties, not from what I can see, not to the right people anymore. I don’t even know who you are right now.”
“Oi, stop with this bullshit. I know you want to fit in here too, but you keep pushing and prodding people and they’re getting suss of you. You’re the one going about this the wrong way, not me.”
“What the fuck ever, you sit in here in your fucked up make believe world thinking you’re in with these thugs and I’ll do the real work, how’s that?”
“Doug, I’m on your side.”
He huffs while shaking his head. “You sure have a fucking shithead way of showing it!” He turns his head away from me and closes the gate, not only on the compound but also on our conversation.
Taking a deep breath as my aggravation with him rises, I turn around marching back inside to have breakfast with a gorgeous girl. Then I plan on spending the rest of the day drinking beer.
Lots of beer.
CHAPTER SEVEN
My head is pounding from over drinking yesterday. Honestly, I’m taking this drinking like a biker thing to the extreme. I need to settle it down a bit. Dragging myself out of bed, I get dressed and wander out to the clubroom. The smell of the customary bacon wafts through the air, and for once it churns my stomach rather than making it grumble. I really did have too much to drink yesterday.
Licking my dry lips as I look around the clubroom, I notice Mad Dog talking to Chops. He spots me and nods his head toward me as if he wants me to go across to him. Stopping on the spot, I raise my eyebrow and tilt my head in question and he frowns.
“Get over here, dickhead,” he calls out waving his hands about.
My body reacts before my brain has time to engage, so I stride over to him wondering what’s going on. He smiles and slaps my shoulder.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“We’re heading in to sort out another shipment of guns and eccys to a local street gang. They’re new out there, and we want their business before anyone else can snatch them up. Can you get the brothers ready for a ride?”
Nodding my head, I rub my chin remembering Sentinel’s pep talk about reporting things in yesterday. The talk that made me drink like there’s no tomorrow. Wondering what kind of information I can get from Mad Dog, I decide to try. “Where’s the location of the meet taking place?”
Mad Dog smiles. “At an old abandoned factory about thirty klicks from here, on the outskirts of Gawler. It’s the old red building that the kids think is haunted. No one ever goes out there anymore. It’s the perfect place for a meet. Secluded, in the backwash, where no one can hear fucking anything.�
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Taking in all the information, I nod and half-smile taking a deep breath. “Right, I’ll get my brothers ready. When do we leave?”
“Now. The meet’s in forty minutes.”
Nodding, I turn quickly as my stomach churns trying to make a decision.
Do I report this intel, or do I let it slide? If I let it slide, Doug will be on my case. I can always say I didn’t know where the meet was taking place until I got there. Nodding my head to myself, I decide on that plan. I’m not reporting this in to Hudson. I know I’m supposed to, but I can’t find it in myself to have my brothers arrested, not yet anyway.
Strolling off, I make my way over to Jigsaw and Lookout, who are standing with Techie watching something on his tablet. Glancing over Techie’s shoulder, I see that they’re clearly watching porn, not to mention the sounds coming from the tablet confirm my suspicions. They all cheer as the woman deep throats the guy on the screen with the massive cock. Shaking my head, I clear my throat and they all turn to look at me with great big smirks on their faces.
“Oh, Stealth man, you gotta watch this.”
Shaking my head, I turn up my lip. “No, I’m good.”
“What? You don’t like porn, motherfucker?” Lookout asks raising his eyebrow.
Smirking, I shake my head and laugh. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… oh fuck it, I don’t know.”
Techie looks up to the ceiling and takes a deep breath. “A study found, that men watch porn that matches their own image of sexuality. Around ninety percent of consumption is on the internet, and single men watch porn for an average of forty minutes, three times a week. So this is perfectly normal, Stealth.”
Smirking, I nod my head and swallow hard. “I know it’s normal, but watching it with a group of guys… well, is kinda—”
“Gay?” Lookout asks and everyone smirks at him.