by A. Lynn
“I guess, since you asked so nicely,” I say, sliding my shorts off my hips to pool at my feet. I raise my head just before getting in the bed to see her eyes glued to my stiffening cock. “Who’s the creeper, now?”
“Shut up, stupid-head. Unlike you, I am not afraid to admit when I see something I like.”
“Is that right?”
“Well, it isn’t wrong.”
“Maybe I will just take what I want now,” I say as I slide into the bed and pull her against me.
I drop my mouth to hers and run my tongue across her lip, demanding the access she immediately grants. As I ravage her mouth, my hand is making a beeline for her perfect tits. When my palm makes contact with the supple flesh, she hisses and pulls away from me.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
She goes beet red. “They are so sensitive. Just be easy, it feels like they are bruised.”
“Okay,” I say and drop my lips to her neck and work my way to her pussy.
My hand keeps working lower until I am sinking a finger into her tight slit. Adding another finger in the mix, she arches her back, groaning. I lick around one nipple and lightly flick my tongue on the tip, and when she doesn’t make any sign of discomfort, I suck the stiff peak into my mouth.
“Kane, baby, that feels so good.”
With my fingers still pushing in and out of her, I move to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment as the other. Kissing my way down her belly, I spread her legs and lay between them, preparing to feast on the sweetest pussy I have ever had. She spreads her legs wider to give me an unobstructed view of my prize.
I give her a long lick—from slit to clit and back again. I use my thumbs to separate her folds and go to town. I flick my tongue across that tiny little bundle of nerves over and over again before sucking it into my mouth and biting down on it.
“I’m going to come, Kane. Don’t stop.”
I push in two fingers and feel her walls clenching and trying to suck my fingers in deeper. My dick is hard enough to pound nails right now, I need for her to come so I can drive home and catch my own nut. I turn my hand palm up and bend my fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing over her G-spot.
She flies off the cliff screaming my name. “Oh, Kane! Fuck! Just like that!”
I pull my fingers out of her and put them straight into my mouth then smirk at her. “You okay, baby?”
“No,” she pouts. “I think I died. Saw the white light and everything.”
“That’s not funny,” I say as I climb up her body and plant my lips on hers. I have my cock in my hand, getting ready to thrust home before she stops me.
“Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” She blushes and looks away from me, but I bring her face right back and lock eyes with her. “Baby?”
“Were you with anyone while I was away?”
“No.”
“I’m serious, Kane, I don’t want to put our child at risk. I won’t be mad, I just need to know if we should use a condom or not.”
“I haven’t been with anyone. Have you?”
“No.”
“We are good to go, then?”
“Definitely, Polly has been waiting to see Willy again,” she says with a smile.
“Who is Polly?”
She is outright laughing now. “My vagina’s name is Polly Pocket.”
“I wasn’t aware that she had a name.”
“She’s a classy bitch, Kane. Why wouldn’t she have a name? You don’t own the corner market on genital names,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me.
“I guess we shouldn’t make them wait any longer,” I say as I push in slowly. “Damn, baby, it has been too long.”
“Yes, it has,” she moans as I feel her walls fluttering. “Harder, please.”
I slide my hands under her back and grip her shoulders and drive all the way in on the next stroke. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!”
The fluttering of her walls increases, squeezing my cock like a vice. I drop one of my hands from her shoulder and grip her calf, bringing her leg up over my shoulder to hit a new depth. “Fuck, babe, you are squeezing my cock so tight. I don’t think I can last,” I say, driving faster.
She reaches up to sealing our mouths together with a ferocity that almost has me coming on the spot. Breaking the kiss, she says, “I’m ready. Keep fucking me just like that I will race you to the finish line.”
I grunt and drive faster. I feel that tingle at the base of my spine and know it will be very soon and start rubbing her clit to get her there. “Finish with me.”
“It’s coming, Kane. Are you ready?”
“Now, Reagan,” I groan blowing my load deep inside of her just as she reaches hers.
“Kane! Oh, fuck, Kane! Don’t stop.”
My hips slow without me agreeing to it, so I continue to rub her clit until she places her hand over mine and collapses back on the bed. I place gentle kisses on her stomach, each tit, and finally her lips before getting out of the bed to get a warm washcloth. “Be right back, baby.”
After cleaning myself up, I grab another for Reagan and wet it before heading back to bed. I sit at her waist and spread her legs and move to clean her when she says, “I can do that.”
I push her hand away and give her a little glare. “So can I.”
She raises her hands in acquiescence. “Okay… sheesh.”
I blow her a kiss. “Love you, baby.”
“I love your cheeky ass,” she smarts, making me smile. “Remember that while I ask a favor.”
I take the rag back to the bathroom to give myself a second to prepare for whatever it might be that she wants to talk about. Sliding in the bed beside her, I pull her into my arms and place a tender kiss on her lips. “What do you need?”
She starts to fidget with her engagement ring, showing her nerves. Either she thinks that I am going to be pissed about it or that I am going to flat out refuse. “Well…”
“Just spit it out, babe. I’m sure whatever it is isn’t as bad as you are thinking it will be.”
She links her fingers with mine and exhales a heavy breath. “You know Christmas is this coming week, right?”
“Yeah.” Definitely not where I thought this was going. “What about it?”
“Just listen to me before you say anything, okay?”
“Okay.”
“It’s our first Christmas together, as a family, and I was hoping that you would be okay with us spending Christmas Eve at our house? The presents are wrapped and the tree is up, the only thing missing is us.”
“I don’t know, it’s a risk. What if something happens?”
“All of the renovations are done, Kane. With you and your father there, what could happen?”
“My parents are going to be there, too?”
“Not overnight but they will be there the next morning. Skylar and Sasha, too.”
“Okay, we can do that.”
“Thank you!” She gushes and wraps her arms around my neck, planting kisses all over my face. “What I have not been wanting to ask. Do you want to invite Dec or no?”
“Did my mother put you up to this?”
“Put me up to what, Kane? He’s your brother. If you don’t want him there it’s no skin off my nose, I just wanted to give you the option.”
“Sorry, Ma just brought him up to me before I came here. We sort of had this conversation and I am kind of pissed at her about it. No, I don’t want him around our kids. I don’t trust him.”
“Then he won’t be, enough said.”
“Thank you.”
“I heard about your brothers. Unit and Rock, right? I am so sorry you had to go through that.”
“It was so messed up, baby.”
“What happened?”
“I can’t tell you much, but the Rippers’ clubhouse blew up and they were on the porch.”
She smacks her hand over her mouth as tears pool in her eyes. “Oh my God, Kane.”
; “I know. It’s not something that is going to leave my mind anytime soon.”
“I’m so sorry, my love. What can I do? How can I help you?”
“Just love me. There is nothing else that can be done.” I scrub my hands down my face, wiping any evidence of tears from my face. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Of course, what do you want to talk about?”
“Anything.”
“Have you thought of any names for the baby?”
“I haven’t, have you?”
“Only for a girl. I thought maybe you would want to pick the name if it’s a boy.”
I nod. “What were you thinking for a girl?”
“I was thinking we could give her our mothers’ names. Olivia Estella or Estella Olivia. Not sure which order I want them in yet, but I do know I want to call her Olivia,” she smiles and drops a hand to her stomach. “Do you think that you want to give him your name?”
“Maybe Isaac, but I don’t want him to be a junior. What was your dad’s name?”
“James Mitchell, but he went by Mitch.”
“Isaac Mitchell… I like it.”
“I love that! Whichever this one isn’t, we will give the name to the next one.”
“How many kids do you want?”
“I love being a mom and I do want more, but I don’t know how many. How many do you want?”
“I don’t know, maybe three? Total.”
“So, J, this one, and one more?”
“I think so,” I say. “Maybe spread them out a bit.”
“Not too much, maybe just a couple of years. So birth control after this one?”
“Definitely,” I say through a yawn.
She nods. “Let’s go to sleep, we can talk more about this later.”
“Sounds like a plan. Love you, baby.”
I think I heard her reply, but I was out before my eyes closed.
Chapter 11
Crow
What seems like minutes later—but it’s been hours because the sun is up—I wake to my phone ringing. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I grab the offending bastard before it can disturb Reagan.
“Yeah?”
“Crow, meet me in Gunner’s office,” Axle says.
“On my way,” I say and end the call. I rush to put on clothes and brush my teeth. I kneel on the floor in front of Reagan. “Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“Open your eyes, baby.”
When she sees me dressed she frowns. “Where are you going?”
“I need to meet with Gunner. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay. Love you,” she says as her eyes close.
“Love you,” I say, dropping a kiss on her forehead before rushing out the door and down the stairs. “Killy! Get me a coffee, bring it to Gunner’s office.”
“On it!”
The door to the office is closed and as I raise my hand to knock, it is jerked open, revealing Axle.
“Here’s your coffee, Crow,” Killy says, coming around the corner.
“Bring some for me and Gunner, too,” Axle demands, shutting the door in his face.
“Did Moose talk to you, Axle? He pulled me aside after church last night and said that he thinks the laughing at the end is Dec.”
“I did. Do you think he is right?”
“I think he knows Dec better than I do,” I shrug. “And I sure as fuck don’t trust Dec.”
“I don’t think Moose would put it on Dec if he wasn’t confident. It had to have been hard coming to you with something that would be a death sentence to Dec,” Gunner offers.
I nod. “That’s why I told him to take it to Axle, so we could talk about it before it was taken to the table. I also advised him to keep it to himself.”
“I did, too,” Axle states.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. When I pull it out and see UNKNOWN NUMBER I freeze.
“What’s wrong?” Gunner asks.
I turn my phone around, letting them see the screen.
“Fuck.” Axle growls. “What does it say?”
UNKNOWN NUMBER: Do you know who I am yet? Maybe this will help.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: **Multimedia Message**
Gunner starts to speak when there is a knock on the door.
“You got a minute, Gunner?” Moose calls through the door.
“Let him in, Axle.”
He opens the door wide enough for Moose to walk in, then hangs his head out the door and yells, “Killy! Where the fuck is our coffee?!”
“Right here,” he calls back.
“About damn time!” Axle says letting him set the tray on the desk.
“Sorry, sir,” Killy mumbles before walking out and closing the door behind him.
“Crow, what do you want to do? Watch it now or take it before the club in church? I think we both know what is on that video.”
“I don’t know, Gun. If it is Reagan, I don’t want everyone seeing that shit,” I sigh.
“It’s your call, man.”
“Another video?” Moose asks.
I nod. “Just call the officers and Pop.”
“You got it, I will send out word after we are done here,” Gunner says before turning his attention to Moose. “What’s up?”
“I reached out to Cash last night to see if he could give me any insight to what is up with Dec.”
“And?” Axle demands.
“He asked if he could have a sit-down.”
“What does he want?” I ask.
“He wouldn’t say. Just that he wanted a sit-down and if I could arrange it for him.”
“Let us get through this and I will put it to the members for a vote.”
“Sounds good,” Moose says, getting up and leaving the room.
“I wonder what he wants,” I say.
“Probably wants to come crawling back. Bitch,” Axle growls.
“Church in fifteen, guys.”
“I’m going to grab another cup of coffee and go on and head there,” I tell them and walk out the door. I walk into the kitchen and grab the pot when I feel little arms wrap around my legs.
“Hi, Daddy.”
“Hey, little man, you’re up early.”
“I’s stawbin’!”
“You are? Didn’t Nana feed you last night?”
“No! Can you’s bweeve dat?”
“Such a bad Nana,” I shake my finger at Ma. “You feed my boy, Nana!”
“On it, Crow,” she says with a sweet smile.
“I got to go, little man. I need to go talk with some of the brothers for a bit. I’ll come and find you and Moma later, okay?”
“Otay, Daddy. Hugs,” he says putting a death grip on my neck.
“How did you know I needed a hug?”
He shrugs. “A’cause I’s woves you’s.”
“I love you, little man.”
“Bye.”
I set him on his feet and kiss his head. “See you soon.”
When I walk into the chapel I see everyone is already seated and waiting for me. “Sorry, guys. Jordan stopped me in the kitchen for a minute.”
“No worries, man,” Axle replies.
“Give me your phone and I will put it on the flat screen so it is easier to see and hear,” Einstein says as I make my way to Gunner.
I hand it over and say, “Since Mase is the newest added to the officers, can he guard the door?”
“That’s probably a good idea. A brother hears something in here, he is liable to come in and investigate,” Gunner says. “Mase, will you stand in the hall and keep everyone out? Lowest man on the totem pole and all that.”
He shrugs and walks out the door.
Gunner smacks the gavel on the table—calling for order—and looks to me and says, “The floor is yours, brother.”
I nod. “I was talking with Gunner and Axle when I was sent a couple of messages.”
“Do we know who the video was from?” Rhys asks.
“It was sent from the same unknown number as yesterday,” I answer.
“What phone was it sent to?” Tex asks.
“To my burner.”
“Who all has that number?” Rhys follows up.
“Just the brothers,” I pause. “Ma probably does, too. There are never any secrets to be had if she is around.”
“I know that’s right,” Pop agrees. “It’s kind of eerie if you think about it.”
“Let’s just watch the video and see what we can figure out,” Gunner says.
The video starts with Reagan running up the stairs and to Ryan’s room, but when she doesn’t find her there she turns and runs headlong into two people in the hallway...
“What are you doing in my house?”
“I need for you to give your friends a message.”
“Who?”
“The Unsaintly Kings.”
“What kind of message?” All the color drained from her face.
“The painful kind.” He lunges forward and grabs her hair. He draws his fist back and drives it into her eye, it swells immediately. He drives his fist into her face three more times. One to her eye again, one to her nose sending blood free-falling down her face, the last one is a hook to the jaw. He’s laughing when he drops her to the floor.
“You’re fucking pathetic, defend your-fucking-self.” He is screaming at her as he lands two bone-breaking kicks to her ribs.
“Must be why Crow likes her so much,” the second man sneers.
My eyes widen and my nostrils flare when I look at Pop. “Einstein, rewind it to when the second person speaks and turn it up.”
“Must be why Crow likes her so much.”
“Pop, tell me that voice didn’t belong to Dec,” I plead. “That he wasn’t involved in beating the fuck out of my girl.”
“I can’t do that, son,” Pop chokes out.
“This can’t be fucking happening. Play the video, Einstein.”
He grabs her by the hair and drags her into Ryan’s room so he can bend her over the bed, pulling a knife out to cut the clothes off her body. She gives a fight but she is no match for the man torturing her right now. She screams out when he slices down her spine. When the shirt is flayed open I get a look at the slice that goes from her neck to her ass. When she is naked and fully bared, he uses the scraps of her shirt to tie her arms behind her back.