by Parker, Ali
My man.
He took hold of his shaft and began working himself over. I moaned in frustration and tried to touch myself again. He arched an eyebrow and gave me a stern look. So I cupped my tits instead.
I needed a distraction. I spun myself around to let my head hang off the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth and watched Rhys upside down. He was still stroking himself, but he was smiling at me.
“What are you doing down there, baby?”
I ran my tongue along my upper lip. “Come fuck my mouth.”
He smirked.
I squeezed my tits together harder and spread my legs. “Please?”
He stepped toward me. I reached for him as he leaned over me and braced himself on the bed with a hand on either side of me. His cock hovered in front of my face for a split second before I took it in my mouth and drew him all the way into the back of my throat. His breathing immediately sharpened.
Good.
I worked him over, keeping my mouth opened wide so my teeth didn’t graze him. I only paused to catch my breath. That was when he reached down between my legs and started rubbing me again.
My clit was so swollen and sensitive that his touch had my eyes rolling back in my head. I let out a moan that I was sure Owen and Nancy heard in the living room. Rhys silenced me by putting his dick back in my mouth. I moaned around it when he put his fingers inside me.
Then he fucked my mouth. I gripped the sheets and relaxed my throat. He plunged in and out, and my body strained against the pleasure. He decided when I needed air, and he made me work for it.
When I was about to come, he stopped rubbing me. He massaged my tits and worked himself slowly in and out of my mouth. I held him for one long draw, and when he pulled out, I gasped for air.
He turned me around and slapped my ass.
I wiggled it in the air for him and went down on all fours.
“No, baby,” he said, pushing me down on my side. He grabbed my hips and pulled me over to him before rolling me onto my back. “I want to see you.”
Rhys walked around the bed and opened his nightstand. He climbed up between my legs once he’d grabbed the condom, tore open the wrapper, and eased it on.
He leaned over me and pushed my legs back, practically folding me in half. Then he dipped his hips down to mine, and his cock slid into me.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. The pressure was incredible. And wonderful. I closed my eyes and took all of him on the first thrust. He held himself there, and I opened my eyes, gritting my teeth as the first burst of spasms raced through me.
“Don’t come until I say you can,” Rhys said.
“I can’t hold back,” I whispered.
He pulled out and slid back in. I gripped his wrists and held on for dear life. “Yes you can, baby. We’ll take it slow. Then we come together.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. I would always do what he said.
He maintained a slow, perfect, torturous rhythm. My pussy grew wetter and wetter, and I knew he could feel it. He was having a hard time keeping it together, too.
I let out a shaky moan, and my back arched. My climax was right there. One more pump and I would come.
He stopped.
I was paralyzed with need. I couldn’t move. I whimpered, and Rhys bent over me to kiss me. It was hot and needy, and no words were necessary. We were both so close. He made me wait and distracted me with more kisses.
Then he stroked my hair off my forehead. “Let it go.”
“They’re going to hear us,” I said shakily.
“Let them,” he grated out, and then he buried his cock inside me.
I screamed. He clamped his hand over my mouth to silence me as he fucked me hard and fast. My whole body shook with spasms as I lost control and gave in to the pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
Rhys kept his hand sealed firmly over my mouth as he fucked me until the sound of my juices became too much for him. Then he shuddered and came too. His hand fell from my mouth, and he crushed his lips against mine. I clung to him as he fucked me until we were both spent and dazed from the rush of pleasure.
He collapsed beside me.
I stared up at the ceiling. My whole body was still singing with delight. “Holy shit.”
He chuckled and wiped his brow. “Yeah.”
“Do you think they heard me?”
He glanced over at me, smiling. He looked so fucking handsome. And happy. Almost like his old self. “If they didn’t, they need to get their ears checked.”
I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. But then I started to laugh. He pulled my hands away from my face and pulled me up against his chest. We stayed there, nestled together, until our breathing slowed and our heart rates returned to normal.
I kissed his chest, and he held me tighter. “Be careful tonight,” I whispered.
His voice was a deep rumble in his chest. “I’ll make it back here to you, Quinn. I promise.”
Chapter 23
Rhys
Aiden and Liam were on either side of me as we walked up the driveway to Ryder’s front door. Aiden put his hand on my shoulder, and we all stopped walking a couple feet before the motion sensor light would turn on above the garage door and cast us all into bright white light. It was eight thirty at night, and it was time to handle Kyle. Properly.
“You sure this is how you want to handle this?” Aiden asked.
I nodded. “I’m sure. Things are different now. We can’t just go off doing whatever we damn well please. I’m not your president anymore.”
Aiden looked up at the house. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did it bother him that I had to ask permission to go after Kyle and his three stooges?
Liam shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Can we just go and get this over with? He’s not going to say no.”
“And if he does?” Aiden asked.
“He won’t,” Liam said simply.
They both looked expectantly at me. I ran my hand over my head and scratched the back of my neck. “He won’t say no, but if he does, we have other options.”
“We can’t go behind Ryder’s back and kick their asses,” Liam warned.
“That wasn’t what I was talking about.”
“What were you talking about then?” Liam asked, sounding worried.
I shrugged. “We call the police.”
Aiden scoffed. “You? Call the police instead of delivering the beatdown yourself? Yeah, right.”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter because it’s not going to be an issue. Come on. Let’s get moving.”
“In a hurry to get back to my cousin?” Aiden teased.
I looked him straight in the eyes. “Absolutely.”
Aiden blinked in surprise, and I walked away from them. They jogged up the drive to catch up with me as I raised my first to the door and knocked.
Derek opened the door. He smirked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “What are you fuckers doing here?”
“We could ask you the same thing,” I said.
Derek shrugged. “Dani’s been cooking up a storm to distract herself from the pregnancy, and they invited me over.” He stepped aside and waved us in. “Yo, Ryder! Rhys is here for you.”
Derek brought the three of us into Ryder and Dani’s living room. Ryder was sitting in his usual recliner by the window, and Dani was sitting on the sofa. She had her feet up on the coffee table. Her belly was somehow bigger than the last time I’d seen her.
She gave us all a strained smile as she ran her hand over her swollen tummy. “Have more of you caught wind of my cooking spree?”
I shook my head. “Uh, no. We came to talk to Ryder about business.”
Dani shot Ryder a look before she said, “Go ahead and talk. It took me forever to get comfortable. I’m not moving.”
Ryder nodded for us to sit down. We took up spots on the sofas, and Derek stayed on his feet, standing behind Dani’s sofa.
“What’s goin
g on?” Ryder asked me.
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. “You know about the guys I went after in Chicago last week? They were the reason I had to bail the other night and drive back there.”
Ryder nodded and then pointed at his neck. “I assume they’re the ones who gave you those?”
I kept forgetting about the bruising around my throat, my busted lip, and split eyebrow. “Yeah.”
“What about those guys?” Ryder asked.
“They tailed me all the way from Chicago.”
Ryder didn’t react. His expression remained neutral. “And?”
“And I’m here to ask your permission to go beat the shit out of them.”
Ryder looked at Derek, who shrugged. “Don’t look at me, boss.”
Ryder cocked his head to the side. “You understand that I’m not interested in starting another war, don’t you? Things have been quiet for us. They’ve been good. And with my child coming along in the next few weeks, I don’t want there to be someone else gunning for the Lost Breed.”
“This isn’t like Isaac Reed,” I assured him.
“How do I know that?”
I scratched my jaw. “You just have to trust me.”
Ryder looked at Dani. She was gazing at me with her brows furrowed.
I sighed. “I don’t want to start anything either, Ryder. Seriously. But these pieces of shit? They’re hellbent on hurting my girl. They’ve already attacked her more than once. It’s just a matter of time before they make another move, and I want to beat them to it and make sure they know that this city is off limits for them.”
“And where is this girl of yours?” Ryder asked.
“Back at my house. Owen is with her.”
“Good,” Ryder said.
“Is that a yes?”
Ryder studied me. “Yes, it is. So long as you’re not starting something we can’t finish in one night, I don’t give a damn. Kick their fucking teeth in.”
I stood up, and Aiden and Liam followed suit. “Thank you, Ryder.”
Ryder nodded his head to the door. “Now get the hell out of here. Dani needs some peace and quiet, and you clowns keep disrupting her.”
“I’m fine, really,” Dani said, lifting her hand up.
“Get out,” Ryder said. “You too, Derek.”
We didn’t need to be told again. We said goodbye to Dani, who was giving the president a knowing smile. I caught her mouthing the words “thank you” to him as I slipped out the front door. She was probably exhausted, and having us dropping by all the time was more than likely starting to wear her down. She needed some downtime, and she was more than entitled to that. She was nine months pregnant, and it was her own damn house.
Derek slid his hands in his jacket pockets as he fell into step beside me. “Need a fourth?”
“We can handle it.”
“Come on, man. I’m itching for a fight. I haven’t seen any real action since, well, Isaac Reed. I’m going a little stir crazy.”
I stopped walking and arched an eyebrow at him. “Is your woman going to allow that?”
He popped me roughly in the shoulder. “Fuck off, man. She’s not the boss of me.”
“Liar.”
Derek chuckled. “Okay, fine. But what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I just need a little taste of action, you know? And these guys fucked with Quinn. Your Quinn. Cut me in on this, and I’ll make them fucking regret it. You know I’m good for it.”
I shrugged. “Another set of fists couldn’t hurt.”
He grinned. “Like the old days.”
“Yeah, like the old days.”
“So what’s the plan?” he asked.
Liam and Aiden had gathered around. Our bikes were just behind us, and they were all looking expectantly at me. It really felt like the old days, like the days when I called the shots. When the boys called me President.
“Aiden tracked them down,” I said. “They’re holed up in a shitty motel not too far from here. A twenty-minute ride, tops. He’ll take the lead and get us there. Then we go in and mess them up. We’ll teach them who they’re fucking with.”
* * *
It was nearly ten o’clock when we parked our bikes across the street from Kyle’s motel. It was an old run-down place. The neon sign that read “Motel” hummed so loudly we could hear it from where we sat on our bikes. There was a sign beneath it that said “Vacancy”.
The building was falling apart. The puke green-colored siding needed a good power wash, and the pavement in the parking lot was cracked and patchy. The lines marking the parking spaces were faded to the point of being nonexistent. The pool out front was as green as the building itself.
“Well, this is a nice place,” Derek muttered. “Remind me to bring Evelyn here for a date some time.”
“I bet even their cockroaches are moldy,” I said.
Aiden’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “I can practically smell it from here. We’re all gonna end up with fucking fleas.”
Derek laughed. “They can keep your crabs company.”
Aiden shoved him. “Asshole.”
We all laughed, but when the humor faded, Liam looked down the line at the rest of us. We were all perched on our bikes, watching. “When are we going in?” he asked.
I scanned the building. “It’s too early. I want to wait until they’re in bed. Keep your eyes peeled. Maybe we’ll catch them coming out of their room, and we’ll know which one to go into.”
We only had to wait fifteen minutes before one of the guys came out of the room at the far-left end of the building on the ground floor. He walked down the cracked sidewalk to the ice machine, filled it up, and fished for change in his pocket to put into the vending machine. He purchased a soda and walked back to the room.
“That one of them?” Derek asked.
He must have known based on the way my eyes narrowed and my fingers tightened on the handlebars of my bike. “Yeah. That’s the fucker who tried to strangle me.”
Derek grinned. “Well, karma is about to bite him in the ass.”
We waited until midnight. Then we crossed the street and made our way quietly across the parking lot. The only sound was the steady hum of the neon sign and the occasional passing car.
Liam crouched down in front of me to pick the lock. We were lucky it was such an old building, rather than one that used key cards for entry.
I heard the bolt slide into the door. Liam turned the handle, and it gave way. He pushed the door gently inward.
The motel room stank like dirty feet and beer. The smell wafted out and slammed into us like a thick wall. Derek buried his mouth and nose into the crook of his elbow as we filed in, one by one, to be swallowed up by the dark belly of the old, musty room.
Chapter 24
Quinn
Owen had his back to me and Nancy as we sat on the sofa, sipping our tea. It was midnight, later than I wanted it to be. But Owen didn’t seem bothered. He was in high spirits as he stared out the back window of Rhys’s living room at the little yard outside and the line of trees.
“You know, I never thought this is where we’d end up,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Nancy asked, tucking her legs neatly beneath her as she held her mug in both hands. Her cheeks puffed out as she blew on it, and a little puff of steam wafted upward.
He shrugged. “Think of how things were just a year ago. So different than this. Different city. Different club. Different president. Now everything has changed. All because of one asshole.”
I glanced at Nancy. She shrugged.
“You’re talking about Reed?” I asked.
He nodded and looked over his shoulder at me. “‘Course I am. Did Rhys finally talk to you about everything?”
I stared into my tea. “He did.”
“Good,” Owen said. “It’s about damn time. I’ve been trying to get the bastard to talk to someone forever. So has Aiden. But he’s as private as they come. I knew there was one good thing that could come f
rom the whole mess with this Kyle guy. It gave him a chance to talk to you. To come clean. I’m glad he took it.”
“There was nothing to come clean about,” I said. “None of it was his fault. I think he finally sees that now.”
Owen left the window and went to a cabinet against the far wall of the living room. He tugged it open, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and three glasses, and brought them over. He filled them up and passed them around. I continued sipping my tea as he said, “If you’ve made him realize that he’s not to blame, then you’re a miracle worker, Quinn. And you deserve a real fucking drink.”
I stared at the dark liquid in the glass. Fuck it. I did deserve a drink. I plucked it off the table and replaced it with my tea mug before lifting it in the air. “To a fresh start.”
Owen grinned. “Hear, hear.”
Nancy picked up her glass too. “Oh, what the hell. I’m in.”
We sipped the whiskey, and Owen sat down on the floor beside the coffee table. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and braced himself on his hands planted behind him. “So what’s the plan after this?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know. Are you going back to Chicago or what?”
I hesitated. “I haven’t really thought about it yet.”
He nodded. “What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
Nancy reached out and put her hand on my knee. “You should stay here. With Rhys. You’re happier when he’s around. And he’s better when you’re around too. If you guys really were able to have that talk, then maybe it’s time to stop being so distant from each other. Maybe it’s time to make it work.”
I blushed. “It does sound like a lovely idea.”
“But?” Nancy asked.
“But I have obligations back in Chicago.”
“Obligations?” Nancy laughed. “The only thing you have there is your job. This is New York! You can get a gig here no problem, Quinn. You’re crazy talented.”
I frowned. “But you’re in Chicago.”
Nancy shrugged. “I don’t have to be.”