by E. C. Land
“About fuckin’ time,” Ice mutters, holding a beer out to me.
Taking it, I narrow my gaze on him. “Yeah, however, you and I got problems. You should’ve told me.”
Ice cocks his head to the side, eyeing me cautiously. “True, but then again, you shouldn’t have let the Torpedoes suck you off. Doesn’t matter if you fucked ’em or not. Still cheatin’. I figure we’re even now.”
“Not by a long shot,” I growl.”
“Prez, think about it. Did you ask me anything specific about Fawn? If she was fuckin’ the guys she went out with? Whose grave was I visiting when I went to my mom’s? I made a promise to her that I’d keep my mouth shut. I’m loyal to this club, but sometimes there are things a man needs to figure out for himself.” Ice shrugs.
Fuck. He’s right. I didn’t question him when I should’ve.
“Wish you would’ve told me,” I grumble, lifting the beer to my lips.
“Same here, it pissed me off having to let you make your own mistakes, just like Fawn, but in the end, everything worked out,” Ice says, nodding in Fawn’s direction.
“Yeah, guess it did,” I murmur, eyeing my woman as she laughs and talks with Apricot and now Sabrina whose joined them. This is how it should’ve been this entire time.
“Hey baby,” Hurricane purrs, coming up next to me, and presses herself against my chest. “I missed you and that big cock of yours the past two days.”
“Back off, Hurricane,” I grunt, glaring at her. I know what game she’s playing. It’s one she’ll lose when it comes down to it.
“But you seem so tense. Let me help you relax,” she suggests, not getting the hint.
Keeping my eyes on her, I gently shove Hurricane back. “Don’t need or want you, Hurricane. Not anymore.”
“What? Why?” she pouts, sticking out her lip.
“Because he has me,” Fawn snaps, planting herself in front of Hurricane. “Now, keep your grimy hands and lips off my man.”
“Who the hell are you?” Hurricane demands not even paying attention to what Fawn’s wearing.
“None of your business, Torpedo. Just know you need to stay the hell away from Viking from now on,” Fawn sneers.
Grinning, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her flush with my front. I dip down and plant a kiss on the side of her neck.
Hurricane sees that and sharpens her glare, but doesn’t say anything else. Fawn’s done her job making her statement clear.
“Please tell me again you didn’t do anything with her?” Fawn asks, turning in my arms to face me.
“Promise you, Dollface, the only thing that happened was me getting my cock sucked. I’ve been a man deprived of eating pussy for seven years.” I smirk and slide my hands down, palming her ass cheeks. “I’m a starved man who’s addicted to only one cunt and refuses to get near any other.”
“How romantic,” Fawn snarks, swatting at my chest. “Just to let you know, you let any of them come near your cock again, I’ll not only rip their hair out, but I’ll make sure you can never use him again.”
Chuckling, I press my forehead to hers. “Nothing for you to worry about. I’ve got you back, and I ain’t about to do shit to ruin what we have. Remember, fresh start. Means it’s you and me. No one else.”
“Promise?” she whispers.
“Fuckin’ promise you, baby,” I utter and capture her mouth in yet another heated kiss right there in the middle of the cookout, ignoring everyone around us.
Chapter Eleven
Fawn
Over the past few weeks, Viking and I’ve gotten into a rhythm. In the morning, I’d wake up with his mouth between my legs—his tongue working its magic. After he’d fuck me until I’d screamed. He was right about being a starved man.
After the cookout, Viking ended up getting the prospects to bring all of his stuff he’d kept in storage over to the house. He officially moved in without us discussing it. I didn’t mind.
During the days, once we’d finished our bedroom activities and showered, Viking left to go to the club and I’d go into my office. I’ve made headway on the charity event, I ironically found out is being hosted by the Toxic Warriors MC. Go figure they’d get me in on it. I also was able to get everything together for a birthday party and wedding. I’m excited to say it’s all going excellently well.
Evenings are my favorite time, I have to say. Viking and I would curl up together on the back porch and talk.
A couple nights, he had taken me out on the bike. We rode around for hours, just enjoying the ride. The only part to suck was when he’d asked me about Reid. Together we looked at the album I’d created, but haven’t opened since. I’ve never seen Viking tear up, but that night he did. He then took me out to the cemetery where our son’s buried. Holding my hand, he apologized more than once, saying he should’ve been there. I’d ended up sobbing in his arms and telling him how sorry I was for being scared.
When he got us back to the house, Viking took me to our room, where he made love to me in a way I’d never known possible.
The rest of the time went by in nothing but pure bliss.
The best part, Viking’s sent flowers with a sweet little message attached every day. I love he’s being so sweet, though he doesn’t need to spend so much on me. Then again, I find them on the porch when I go out to check the mail.
Checking the time, I decide to head out and do just that. When I talked to my friend Brielle the last time, she’d told me she was sending something, but I’ve yet to get it. If it doesn’t come in soon, I’ll give her a call and make sure she’d sent it.
I step out on the front porch and immediately hear the sound of children’s laughter. Glancing across the street, I smile at the sight of a bunch of little boys running around chasing each other. Guess I have new neighbors. I wave to the parents as I make my way to the mailbox.
The man waves, and the woman smiles. There’re a few other girls helping them unload, but none of them look in my direction.
Grabbing the mail, I head back up to the house and flip through the envelopes. All of them are bills except for the last one. Thinking it’s from Brielle, I open it. I barely catch the contents in time.
I frown as I read it.
What in the world?
Beautiful,
I can’t wait to have you. Seeing you like this has me yearning to touch you. Soon my lovely Fawn, you’ll be mine.
Placing the piece of paper on the table, I glance at what else was in the envelope. Nausea threatens to come up. Someone had taken a picture of Viking and me. Not just any type of picture, but one of him thrusting into me while holding me against the wall in the living room.
Heart thudding in my ears, I snatch up the paper, snag my keys and rush out of the house, not even worrying about grabbing a coat. I dart to my car, get in, and start the engine. I don’t waste time putting the car in gear. Punching the gas, I pull out of the driveway and head to the clubhouse. This scares the hell out of me, and I don’t know what else to do.
Right now, the only safe place is at the clubhouse with Viking.
Viking
Sitting at the head of the table in church, I listen to my brothers talking about what’s going on with our Oregon Charter. Rock and Hydra have been getting them under control. With Rocky and the other traitorous bastards who were stupid enough to follow a stupid ass like him are out of the club—out of commission—they think everyone else will follow the rules.
Trusting Hydra’s opinion on this, I’d agreed, and the rest of the clubs voted on it. With the situation handled, both Hydra and Rock were coming home. This is good since Ice’s little brother is really starting to miss his pops.
“Does anyone else have anything else to discuss?” I ask, leaning back in my chair.
“Yeah, who’s on rotation this week coming up?” Maverick queries.
Besides our legit business, we’ve got the pussy that we take care of. Technically we’re not their pimps. We protect and take the money from the assholes th
ey fuck every night. We also give them a safe place. Each of the brothers rotates working security for the building.
“Rampage, Wrath, Grimm, and Pirate are up this week for rotation,” Ice grumbles.
Maverick nods and sits back in his seat.
“Anything else?” I ask, scanning over each of my brother’s faces. No one says anything, and I bang the gavel on the table, dismissing everyone.
Standing, I make my way out to the main room of the clubhouse. The prospects are already getting beers out for the members of the club when the front door is thrown open.
What the hell?
Fawn rushes into the room, looking scared out of her mind. She finds me right away and darts across the room straight into my arms.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, holding her tight.
Fuck, she’s shaking.
“The hell’s going on?” Ice demands. “Fawn, are you okay?”
Fawn shakes her head and steps back to meet my gaze. She doesn’t say anything, but rather reaches into her back pocket and pulls something out. “This came in the mail today.”
Frowning, I take it from her and read what it says. Anger starts boiling in my skin at the words. “Do you know who sent this?” I hold the paper up and look at her.
“No,” she whispers and pulls something else out of her pocket. “This also came with it.”
Plucking it from her hand, I flip it open to see it’s a picture of the two of us. “Motherfucker.”
This isn’t good.
“When did you get this, Fawn?”
“It was in the mailbox when I went to check it. I always check it around noon. Plus, I was looking for the flowers you’ve left for me every day,” she confesses, her brows creasing.
Flowers?
Shit, I’d noticed all the flowers, but I never asked her about them.
Pulling her to me, I hold her close. “Fawn, those flowers weren’t from me,” I murmur, breaking the news to her.
“What?” she gasps, clenching tighter to my shirt.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll handle this,” I say soothingly and turn to Ice. “Do me a favor, go get rid of all those flowers at the house.”
Ice nods and looks over to Maverick. The two of them silently communicate what I’m asking them. I need them to see what the fuck is going on.
Chapter Twelve
Ice
Stepping into Viking and Fawn’s house, I know immediately something’s not right. I can feel it in my gut. With Maverick at my back, we make our way through the front foyer into the living room. I notice the first set of flowers. Picking them up, I pluck the card from its holder and read it.
You look beautiful today.
Moving to another one, I do the same, seeing a similar message.
Fuck me. No wonder Fawn thought they were from Viking. Glancing over to Maverick, he sneers at the messages.
“Someone’s fuckin’ with Fawn,” he snarls.
“Yep.” I nod and head further into the house. When I get to the dining room, my steps falter.
Oh, fuck no.
Stalking over to the table, I pick up the first picture, then look at all of the rest on the table.
Holy shit.
“VP, this shit is fucked up,” Maverick mutters, the very same words swarming around in my head.
Whoever this is has been following my little cousin for years, from the looks of it, since middle school.
Pulling out my phone, I call Viking and place it on speaker.
“Yeah,” he answers on the second ring. “What do you have for me?”
“Someone came in here during the time it took Fawn to leave the house and come to the clubhouse. There’re pictures scattered all over the dining room table,” I report.
“Fuck, bring them to the clubhouse, I need to see this shit, but I’m not leaving her right now,” he growls.
“Wouldn’t expect you to. In fact, for the time being, I suggest Fawn not leave the clubhouse. I’ll grab her shit here and bring it back with me,” I say, picking up my phone as I head toward the kitchen—spotting another set of flowers. Picking them up, I peer at them, noticing something strange mixed in with the stems. Hanging up with Viking, I pull the flowers from the vase. “Maverick, check this out.”
Motioning to the flowers, I drop the flowers on the counter and pick up the little device.
“Is that a fuckin’ camera?” Maverick asks, taking it from my hand to examine it.
“That’s exactly what this is,” I confirm. “Check the other flowers for these and grab the cameras. I wanna see if Mayhem can get anything off them. I’m gonna bag up all those pictures.”
“You got it, VP,” Maverick says, spinning on his heel and heading in search of all the damn flowers.
Grabbing a trash bag, I shove all the pictures into it and go into my cousin’s bedroom to pack her shit. There’s no way in hell she’s coming back here. I’ll get what she needs clothes-wise along with her work.
I’m nearly done when I decide to make one more call. Opening the screen up, I find Sabotage’s name. Fawn’s dad needs to know what’s going on. He might be in the dark about a lot of shit, but he loves my cousin. She means everything to him.
Thanks to a bitch trying to trap him when he was prospecting for the club, or he wouldn’t have Fawn. Lucky for him, he was smarter than the woman and didn’t let her. Instead, she had dipped two days after giving birth leaving Sabotage a single parent. That doesn’t mean that Fawn’s mom didn’t try coming around, but it was always for money. I know Sabotage was more than thrilled the day he found out she’d overdosed. It meant that Fawn didn’t have to worry about her anymore.
“Hello,” Sabotage answers, using that deep baritone voice of his.
“Sabotage, time to come home,” I state. “Shits going down, and you need to be here.”
“Fawn?” I hide my grin, knowing it would be his first thought.
“Yeah, it’s gotta do with your baby girl. Now get back home,” I order, hanging up. I don’t need to hear him say it. I know he’ll be on his bike heading this way within the next thirty minutes, if not ten.
Family is everything, and I’m not about to let some sicko harm my cousin.
Fawn
Viking gets off the phone with Ice and looks at me. “We’re staying here for the time being,” he declares. From the look on his face, I don’t bother arguing. Not that I want to anyway.
After Ice left to go check out the house, Viking had brought me to his room and put me in the shower. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Fresh out of the shower, I put on one of his t-shirts and curl up in the middle of his bed, suddenly exhausted, mentally and physically exhausted.
“It’s gonna be okay, Dollface,” he murmurs, climbing on the bed and pulling me into his arms. “I’m not about to let some bastard get their hands on you.”
Nodding, I lift my head and kiss Viking. I trust him with everything, but right now, I need him to make me feel safe again.
Viking gets what I want and takes over the kiss, dominating my mouth. His tongue dances with mine, and one of his hands slips up my shirt to pinch a nipple. I moan into his mouth needing more. So much more.
Breaking the kiss, Viking whips the shirt over my head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Kissing my jaw, he kisses, licks, and nips his way down my body. Stopping at my breasts to give each one of them an ample amount of attention.
I arch my back, pressing further into his touch—needing more of his touch. “Roth,” I moan when he keeps his touch teasing.
Viking’s eyes come to mine and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth at the sight of his eyes. Dark brown eyes filled with love and adoration, but also desire.
Kissing his way down my body, he presses a kiss to the top of my apex. Nips at my clit and plunges into my pussy. His mouth working wonders as he fucks me with his tongue.
“Oh God, Roth, yes, please,” I pant, grinding my pussy against his face. Viking growls and grabs both my ass cheeks to hold me
still.
My release hits me hard, and I cry out his name. He doesn’t relent with just the one release. Viking adds two fingers and hits my G-spot at the same time, wetting another finger to rub against my back entrance. I tense slightly. He’s never touched me there, and I didn’t expect it.
Lifting his head, Viking meets my gaze. “Relax, baby, I’m not gonna take you there yet. You’re not ready for it.”
Holy smackeroo, the gruff sensual tone in his voice sends a shiver up my spine.
Viking keeps his eyes locked with mine as he goes back to devouring me with his mouth while using his fingers to drive me insane.
I’m on the verge of another release when he bolts upright, strips out of his jeans, and pulls me on top of him.
“Ride my cock, Fawn,” he commands, slamming my pussy onto his cock, filling me in one go.
“Roth,” I pant, bracing my hands on his chest.
“Fuck, baby, love the way you light up for me.” Viking’s hands tighten on my hips, his fingers dig in as I grind down on him—riding him like there’s no tomorrow.
I clench my fingers into his chest. God, the way he feels inside me is amazing. I love it. Viking hits me in just the right spot that sends me spiraling straight into oblivion. Viking flips us and starts plowing into my pussy, extending my release.
A gruff growling noise escapes my man’s lips as he joins me, finding his own release. With a ragged breath, Viking dips down and presses his mouth to mine. He gives me a passionate toe-curling kiss before lifting his head enough to lock eyes with me.
“No one is gonna get you, baby. I promise you that,” he states firmly.
“Okay, sweetie,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that.” He grins and reclaims my mouth once more. Viking’s showed me many times already how much he loves it when I call him ‘sweetie.’ But I only use it in moments like this when it’s just the two of us.
Viking pulls away and falls to his back, bringing me into his arms and settles me on his chest.