What He Wants (Book 3 after Phantom Riders MC-Hawk and No Mercy)

by Tory Richards

  I’d already decided on that, adding, “I’ll put eyes on his house, too. I’ve been thinking about something else.” Hawk narrowed his eyes, waiting for me to continue. “Been thinking about using bait to draw them out.” I felt gazes snap my way, because we all knew that the only bait that would draw Shooter and Whistler out was me. I shrugged.

  “Normally I’d tell you to do what you need to do, brother, but not sure I’m on board with this” Hawk objected.

  “Well, I’m not on board with sitting around twiddling my fucking thumbs while we wait. It’s not like he’s going to make a move while we’re on lockdown.”

  “What do you have in mind, brother?” BK asked from the opposite end of the table.

  “Shooter knows me. He made it easy to find him because he knew that I’d come after him. When he’s healed up enough he’ll do it again. He doesn’t like to fail. He had it all planned out how he was going to take me out, but my getting the drop on him will eat away at him like a cancer inside him.”

  “Let’s not forget he’s had years in prison to cultivate his hate for you.” I nodded in agreement with Ned. “A man doesn’t let that kind of shit go easily.”

  “I’m open to hearing what Big John has on his mind because, fuck, my old lady being here twenty-four-seven is making me crazy!” Snake said with a mixture of annoyance and humor. I wondered if he included his and Robin’s four kids, two of which were twins, in that statement.

  “You can keep the kids, but do you want me to take Robin off your hands for ya, brother?” Painter joked, getting a dark scowl for a response. Painter shrugged good naturedly.

  “Wait until you have an old lady of your own,” BK laughed.

  “Me? No way!” Painter was a die-hard manwhore and made no apologies for it. “I like variety too fucking much.”

  “Enough!” Hawk barked. “Unlike some of you, I don’t mind my old lady and kids being here. But let’s get back on track.” He turned his glare on me. “So, what do you have in mind?”

  “Nothing too complex. He knows I’m looking for him. I’ll just make finding me easier for him, while not being obvious about it.”

  “How is that different than what just went down?” The question came from Rock.

  “I make it so that he comes to me. He’s not the only one who can plan an ambush.”

  “Why don’t you just set up a meeting with him and then have an old-fashioned shootout?” Painter grumbled around his cigarette.

  “Yeah, that would only work if it was just Shooter, asshole.” Ned sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, shooting a meaningful glower at Painter. “But Shooter’s got a whole fucking club behind him.”

  “Speaking of which, what’s going on with that? Where are they?”

  Hawk’s remark made everyone turn their heads toward Fox, the club security expert and computer guru who investigated shit. “Me?” he grinned. “I’ve been waiting for my turn to speak.”

  “Talk, asshole,” Rock grumbled, before Hawk could. “What did you find out?”

  “Word is, the Trouble Makers are very slowly making their way back to Greenbush. The few who know that Shooter is out of prison have shown up back at their clubhouse. The others? Well, seems they spread out over the years, some moved out of state. Locating them has been difficult because Shooter’s secretary died of cancer a couple of years ago, and no one’s been able to find the records he kept of the members’ whereabouts.”

  Snorts sounded throughout the room at that news.

  “So how the fuck are they locating them?” Hawk snarled.

  Fox shrugged. “Guess some of them kept in touch with the members in prison. I don’t know. They had about fifty when the raid went down. So far it looks like around twenty have been rounded up. A few have patched in with other MC’s or become nomads. Who the fuck knows about the rest? They may never find them. My source tells me the clubhouse in Greenbush is being cleaned out and readied for business.”

  “So, it appears Shooter wants to tie up loose ends before getting back to running his MC,” Hawk concluded, turning to me. “He really wants you dead.”

  Yeah, it sure as fuck appeared that way, and it was a personal vendetta, as personal as it got. He wanted to see me ended by his own fucking hands because we’d been friends and he was sure I had betrayed him. Shit. “His personal grudge towards me could work out to our advantage. That kind of shit makes people reckless.”

  “Look--” Hawk leaned forward, making no bones about who he was addressing his next words to. “You do what you need to, but you bring backup and you make fucking sure I know what your plans are first in case shit goes south and we have to come looking for you.” He paused, giving me the look, the one that said that if I didn’t follow orders my cut was at stake.

  Prez didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t about to fuck up, I had too much invested. I’d been a member a fucking long time, and I planned on dying a member. He knew how I felt, and I’d known him long enough to realize that he meant exactly what he said. I gave him a chin lift, my jaw clamped. In a way that kind of response said way more than fucking words.

  “So we stay on lockdown until Shooter and Whistler are taken out of the equation?”

  “We want to take a chance those fuckers don’t come after anyone close to us to use as leverage against us?” our VP, Rock, snarled.

  Clay held his hands up in the air. “Hey, just askin’ brother. I don’t mind keeping my woman here where I can fuck her all day and night.”

  More than one brother snorted.

  “Christ, we have no idea how long that will be. What about our responsibilities outside the club?”

  BK was referring to the businesses we owned. Most of us had reliable people running them, and we tried not to make it obvious that we owned anything outside of the bars and strip joints, but word eventually got out. We had our fingers in a lot of shit in Solon and the surrounding areas--Garages, tattoo shops, gun ranges. Hell, a couple of the old ladies owned a bakery in town.

  I took a deep breath and exhaled it loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. “The fact that Shooter hasn’t involved his club in this tells me that he’s focused on me and nothing else.” I shrugged. “I make myself visible to him, that takes the heat off everyone else.”

  “What if he loses his patience? Gets desperate?” Snake asked. For all his complaining about Robin being underfoot, he loved the shit out of her, and of all the members he had the most kids to worry about. “Not sure I want to give him a chance to snatch up one of my brats or Robin just to get to you, brother.”

  I nodded in understanding.

  “I have the same fucking worries,” Rock grumbled. “Allie and Sam have been through enough shit lately.” He had to also have been thinking about the unborn baby she was carrying. Hawk was in the same predicament with Audra.

  “Let’s compromise.” All eyes went to our president, who wasn’t known for compromising when it came to club safety. “Lockdown is ended. Any brothers who want to keep your families here can, but they’ll need to stay in the rooms upstairs. The restaurant will be open for business.” Murmurs followed among the brothers as they digested his suggestion. Most of their expressions revealed that they were good with his comments. “We’ll take a vote, because I don’t want shit falling back on Big John if something happens outside the clubhouse.” Nods followed. “Those in agreement with my decision?”

  All hands went up.

  I wondered how many would send their families home.

  “Church is over except for Big John, Jumper, and Clay.” Hawk waited until the last man had walked out, closing the door behind them, before putting eyes on me. “Knowing you, you already have a fucking plan. What is it?”

  I grinned. “I want this shit over fast. I’m going back to Pleasure Me to shake Talbot down, see if he knows where Shooter and Whistler are holed up.”

  “He did the first time,” Clay added.

  “Thought you were going to make him come to you,” Hawk reminded me.

>   “Oh, he will, Prez. I’ll be sure to drop info to Talbot about where I’ll be heading. I figure if Shooter gets wind that I’m on my way to Last Hope for a fight, he’ll want to meet me there. That way whatever goes down won’t be anywhere near here.”

  I saw satisfaction in his eyes. “Good plan. But be careful. He could ambush you anywhere along the way.” He was talking about the back roads that we normally took to New Hampshire.

  I shook my head. “Not the route I plan to take. He won’t make a move on a public highway. I want to make sure the fucker has to wait and make his move at Last Hope.”

  “Covacks might not like us bringing trouble to him.”

  I swung my gaze to Clay. “Already thought of that, brother. That’s why you and Cooper will take the usual route there a day early. I don’t want him to know about you lying in wait. Shooter will expect me to have backup, so Jumper will travel with me.” I looked at Hawk. “Once Shooter and Whistler see me, they’ll make their move. Clay and Cooper will stay low and hopefully get the jump on them at the fights before any trouble breaks out.”

  “I like it, even if I don’t like that you brothers will be too far away if you need our help.”

  “Two against four,” Jumper said with a smirk.

  Hawk’s brows shot up. “Don’t underestimate a man with revenge on his mind, brother. I don’t want to lose anyone on this run. I’m going to put in a call to Covacks to let him know what’s planned. Tell him to make sure his men don’t interfere.”

  “Since I’m gonna be on the road, I want Jasmine here,” Clay insisted.

  Hawk nodded. “If she wants to stay.” He looked at me then, a question in his eyes.

  I shrugged. “I don’t have a woman.”

  “That’s cold, brother,” Clay smirked.

  “So, you’re just fucking her?” Hawk snorted with disbelief. His expression revealed that he clearly thought that it was more.

  Normally I would have just avoided talking about this kind of shit. It was no one’s business what went on between me and Daisy, but something in the way that Hawk had said ‘so you’re just fucking her’ rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t care for my sake, but Daisy didn’t deserve to be thought of as just an easy lay.

  “I don’t know what we’re doing,” I said honestly. “The second I saw her I wanted her. Can’t explain it. Don’t know where it’s going.” Maybe all I’d wanted was to fuck her, but one thing I did know, it had never been this intense before, not with any woman. Christ, my dick was getting hard now just thinking about her. I reached down, not giving a fuck if my brothers saw me adjusting it. I gave Clay a knowing look. “I want you and Cooper on the road today. So get in a last fuck with your girl and get gone.”

  “Cooper’s not going to be very happy,” Jumper quipped with a grin around his smoke. “He kind of just started a thing with Sheryl.” Sheryl was Snake and Robin’s live-in nanny, a quiet, young woman who was finishing up her college degree, while engraining herself into the club with her uncanny ability to handle children in any given situation. Especially when one needed an attitude adjustment.

  “Too bad.” I didn’t give a fuck about his love life. We all had problems. “He can take up where he left off when we get back.” Our president stood, bringing us all to our feet. “Jumper and I will get on the road tomorrow, after we make a stop at Pleasure Me.”

  That was that.

  Now it was time to seek out Daisy and let her know that she could return home if she wanted to.

  Chapter 14

  Daisy

  Dinner was over. The mess had been cleaned up, except for some of the food that had been left out for the men who’d disappeared earlier and hadn’t yet eaten. As the women with children readied their little ones for bed, I made my way upstairs to Big John’s room. I figured that now was a good time to get in a shower without being disturbed. So, I’d quickly stripped, adjusted the water to where I liked it, and stepped inside.

  It had been a long day, and I was tired. With Big John back, I wondered what it would mean for our sleeping arrangements. Would he insist on sleeping with me? The thought of being close to his big, warm body, his powerful arms around me protectively, gave me a good feeling. Of course, I wasn’t fooling myself by thinking that sleeping in his arms wouldn’t involve sex. Probably a lot of sex. A pleasant quiver rushed through me as I recalled his hands and mouth on me, his cock sinking into my willing body.

  I closed my eyes tightly and brought the image forward of us fucking. Wild abandon had been my reaction to his claiming me. I hadn’t hesitated to let him explore every inch of me, probing my most intimate parts, giving me more pleasure than I’d been able to handle. I remembered what it had felt like running my hands over his sculptured muscles, his washboard abs and rock-hard pecs, how his muscles had flexed beneath my caresses, how taut the cheeks of his butt had felt as I clenched my fingers into him, holding him closer.

  I remembered what his thick, muscular thighs had felt like between mine as he pounded into me like there was no tomorrow, giving as well as taking, consuming me completely. Before I knew it, my fingers were searching out my clit, which I found swollen and sensitive with arousal. Further exploration revealed that I was slick inside. And why not? That’s what Big John did to me. I whimpered, playing with my clit, feeling my orgasm build deep in my core. The image of Big John, naked and thrusting into me, caused me to shudder wildly. I leaned against the tile wall, mouth open and breathing harshly, letting the water spray down on me as I masturbated.

  I cried out when I came, convulsing uncontrollably as a throbbing pleasure engulfed me. There was nothing I could do but ride out the storm, I was too weak to move. I did open my eyes, and suddenly froze like a deer caught in headlights when I saw Big John was standing there. I hadn’t heard him come in, but there he was, watching, a feral expression stamped across his face as I stood there with a finger buried inside my pussy.

  I was too embarrassed to acknowledge what I’d just done. Eyes locked, he began to peel his clothes off, revealing his magnificent, ripped body inch by mouthwatering inch. When he got down to his pants I lowered my gaze, eager to see my prize. I had no doubt that it would be plunging inside of me before we were done. I moaned low when he exposed his hard shaft, which was swollen and throbbing like a beast. A sliver of pre-cum adorned the knob-shaped head, causing me to lick my lips.

  I wondered what he would taste like.

  His low groan filled the room. My gaze shot back up to his. He palmed his cock and gave it a few pulls, stepping inside the shower with me. I leaned into the unyielding tile, trying to make more room for him. He reached out and cupped my breast, twisting the nipple. I whimpered with pleasure and arched further into his hand, silently yet eagerly encouraging him to continue. With his other hand, he reached for mine, bringing it to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him eagerly, in awe of the girth and hardness of him.

  “Move your hand, baby,” he rasped hoarsely, both of his hands on my breasts now.

  I moved my hand up and down his length, feeling the shudder go through him when I got to the root and tickled his balls. “Fuck, baby, you undo me.”

  I liked the sound of that. I liked the feeling of power I got from his weakened state. “What do you think you do to me?” I whispered back, reaching up with my free hand and running it over his defined chest. “I just masturbated with you on my mind.” I probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but in a time of high arousal words had a way of slipping out that you otherwise wouldn’t want to.

  Big John seemed to like my admission, his cock throbbing strongly in my palm. “Good to know you want me as much as I want you,” he admitted in a hoarse tone. He thrust into my hand, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth tightly. “Not going to last long once I get inside your cunt.”

  I grew weak at the image of that, and before he could stop me I sank to my knees. Giving blowjobs wasn’t my favorite thing to do, I’d done it a few times with Paul at his insistence, but for some reason I wante
d to taste Big John. I didn’t hesitate to lower my mouth over him, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. The taste of his pre-cum exploded in my mouth, and I began to run my tongue over his cock as if I were painting it.

  He threw his head back and howled, his hands falling upon my shoulders. “Fucking hell, woman!” I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside the slit for more pre-cum. “Shit!” As if he had no choice, he started to thrust his hips. His hand fell to my hair, twisting the wet strands until he could control my movements, deciding how deep he went. As his movements picked up, his cock went deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, not realizing until then how the muscles in my throat squeezed him even tighter.

  “Fuck!” He pulled out, breathing heavily, staring down at me with a look of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. His cock looked purple and angry. “Next time I’ll let you swallow my load, but right now I need inside your pussy.” He pulled me up, half by my hair and the other with a strong hand to my arm. “You want that?” I nodded in response. “Say it.”

  “I want it, Big John. I want your cock inside me.”

  He kissed me roughly, grinding his body against mine against the wall. The water pelted down on us, but nothing mattered but this. His mouth was attacking mine, taking what he wanted and making me his. Our tongues battled fiercely as we sucked and bit at each other’s lips. I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. The bathroom was filled with our heavy panting and groans of pleasure. Before we broke apart he lifted me, and I willingly wrapped my legs around his waist, anticipating his thrust. Then I felt one of his hands move down between our bodies, and grasp and align his cock up to my pussy.

  “Yes, Big John!” I gasped, moving my hips to impale myself on his shaft.

  Just when I thought he would penetrate me, he jerked away as if he’d been scalded, his eyes filled with shock and an emotion I couldn’t quite identify. Was it anger I saw there? What had happened?