by Nella Tyler
“Oh, I am. Trust me, please,” he begs. “I never wanted the life that my father put upon me.”
“And I always wanted inside,” I divulge.
“I can imagine, the Dragons are nothing like the Deathdealers – nothing. In the Dragons, it feels like a family atmosphere. In the Deathdealers, it feels like a freakin’ war zone.”
“When was the last time you were there?” I ask.
“I was there today, in Hayleyville,” he reveals. “My father nearly choked me to death.”
“He what?!” I exclaim.
“He wrapped his hand around my throat and held me up against a wall.”
“What in the hell?”
“That’s the way he is,” Rodney says.
“That is fucking crazy,” I say, feeling sympathetically for Rodney. “What did he want?”
“Information on the Dragons. He said I’ve gone soft and I had to play along or risk my neck.”
“Why did you go there in the first place?” I inquire.
“To see if they have any information on your sister,” he tells me.
“And did they?” I ask.
“No, my father says he has no idea about Sasha’s disappearance, but he says I should help find her and then write down the names of club members who would switch over to their side.”
“I won’t say anything, but we shouldn’t close that avenue off to our investigation just yet. That part of it will stay between us. Just as long as you promise that you had nothing to do with Sasha’s disappearance.”
“I didn’t, I promise,” he says assuredly.
“You’re a changed man since coming to the Dragons?” I push.
“I’ve never been a thug like my father. He didn’t even know if he was sending me into harm’s way and I’m his only son.”
“Wow, that’s pretty rough.”
“Yeah, there are boundaries even in clubs like my fathers and one is that you don’t mess with family. Family members are off limits, always.”
“Would he break the rules?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“I’m so glad you’re nothing like your father,” I tell him, my hand firmly grasping his.
“I could never hurt you or anyone you care about.”
His eyes feel like they’re burning a hole into my soul. I feel his warmth draw closer to me and I tremble. He reaches his hand to my cheek and gently rubs it.
“Since meeting you, my life has never been the same,” he tells me as he brushes his hand in a downward motion. I look downward as if to ignore the compliment, but he says, “ Truly, my life has changed for the better.”
My cheeks redden and he moves his lips to mine. I don’t budge. I realize that I need this attention. I’m hurting because my sister is gone and he is the only one who is there for me.
I lean into his face and press my lips on his and feel a tingle deep down. I part my lips and I feel his fingers running through my hair. He kisses me passionately and deeply and it sends shivers through to my very core.
I feel warm and sedate as I await the movements of his hands on my body. I want this and now, there is no turning back.
I sit there on his bed with the anticipation building inside of me slowly.
He locks eyes with mine and says, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod to indicate that I consent and he presses those plump lips into mine before invading my mouth with his tongue. I take a deep breath while he moves his lips from my mouth to my neck. His warm breath tickles my neck and I jump, so he moves to my ear and nibbles on it gently.
A smile graces my face and he takes that as a sign that he’s doing something right.
He moves in front of me and lifts my arms up. He slips my shirt off of my body and casts it aside. I sit there in my lacy black bra looking at him, welcoming him to me.
He trails his fingers down the outline of my cleavage and massages both of my breasts with his warm, rough hands. He draws closer and his tongue slips inside my mouth. His hands move from my breasts to the area around the small of my back. He reaches up and unclasps my bra, leaving it to fall free.
He takes the bra and throws it over to where my clothes are making a new pile in his floor. I sit there completely topless and he looks me up and down. He tweaks my nipples between his fingers and his thumbs and I feel a moisture building up in between my legs.
Rodney brings his lips down to one of my nipples and suckles it gently in his mouth. That sends a warm sensation directly to my clit and I feel hot for him instantly.
He flicks my nipple with his tongue while his other hand occupies itself massaging my other nipple. I look at him in the eyes and bring my face to his so I can taste his lips on mine.
With a swift motion, he gently lays me on the bed so he can bring my legs up in the air. He takes my shoes off and sets them to the side. He repeats the action with my socks and then tugs at both of my pant legs to whip them off of my body. With a firm tug, he yanks them and throws them to the pile of clothes.
He hovers over me with his warm body and I can feel the bulge in his pants desperate to make its escape. I feel a pool of warm wetness in my middle and I bring his body closer to mine.
His hands wander toward my sex and massage it gently through my black lace panties. Up and down, his fingers move as his lips once again find mine. He slides his fingers into my panties as I lay there squirming underneath him.
His fingers find my clit and he rubs it gently in a circular motion. The hood of my clit rises under the friction of my wetness combined with his smooth touch. His tongue invades my mouth and the motion of his fingers nearly sends me into overdrive.
I exhale deeply as his lips move to my ear, my neck and then my breasts. I feel his breath on my skin as he drags his tongue across one nipple. When my body quakes underneath him, he moves to the other nipple and flicks it.
He moves his body downward and then gets off of the bed. Standing before me, I look up to see him taking in all of me. I bite my lip in anticipation and he moves closer to me long enough to slide my panties off of my body. He throws them on the pile and then pulls my legs so my ass is flush with the edge of the bed.
Kneeling down, he moves his thumb to my throbbing clit and rubs it in a small circle.
“You’re so wet,” he says with a devilishly handsome grin at the foot of the bed. He dips a finger inside of me and a sudden feeling of lust and wanting takes over me. His hands push my legs open and he takes his finger out of me.
“I bet your pussy tastes so sweet,” he tells me as he nears my sex with his mouth. He plants little kisses on each of my thighs, building up the anticipation even more. His warm breath teases me between my legs and I feel ready.
He dips his head to my clit and lathers it up with his warm, wet tongue. My nub feels tingly and the tension is building up. I need release. His tongue licks me as he dips two fingers inside of me to explore my depths.
“It’s tight and sweet,” he says, stopping for the moment. He dives right back in and licks me until I can hardly stand it. I quake on his bed as he finally offers me the release I so desperately need.
He concentrates his licking solely on my clit as his fingers dive in and out of my wet hole. I arch my back as he hits the spot over and over. I convulse and am momentarily blind with the sensation. I burst out into an orgasmic scream that’s been dying to get out of me.
I let out a series of moans as he continues his tongue lashing on my clit. I gasp in ecstasy and he finally relents. His fingers move back down to drain me of any euphoric sensations. With another touch and I’m quivering and my legs are shaking.
He stands in front of the bed and pulls his shirt off of his body. Casting it aside, he undoes his belt buckle and pulls it through his belt loops. Once that’s off, he unbuttons the top button of his jeans. I watch intently to see what he’s working with. It felt long and strong when he was rubbing up against me, but I wasn’t feeling shy about stealing a glance upon its reveal.
“I can’t wait to fuck you hard in that tight little pussy of yours,” he tells me as he unzips his pants and pulls them off of his body. In his blue checkered boxer shorts, I notice his manhood springing forward. He slides his boxers off of his muscular legs and his cock jumps forward.
I take a deep breath. It’s long and full of girth.
Once again, he hovers over me and begins kissing my lips. He slips his tongue inside of my mouth and twists it around mine. I feel his giant piece forcing its way onto my body from his. He moves down and spreads my legs. He gingerly places his cock inside of my pussy and I tense up at the sensation. He’s large and I feel his penetration deeply.
He slowly moves himself in and out of me as his abs teeter back up and down with his thrusting movements. I lay back and he thrusts a little harder. He raises my legs and bends them at the knees. He pulls my body closer to his and thrusts into me harder and faster.
I reach to the side of the bed and clench his sheets tightly in my hand. He pushes his dick further inside of me and feels his rhythm. Now at a stead pacing, I feel my insides clenching around his rod as he pulses it in and out of me.
After building up a faster pace, I feel closer and closer to euphoria.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I plead. He pounds into me with a higher intensity and I can tell he is close to coming, too.
Minutes later, we both come and he collapses on top of me. He gives me a smile and then moves to my side.
“What was that?” He asks.
“What was what?” I say back.
“That thing where you clenched your muscles around my cock.”
“Oh that? I guess Kegels really pay off.”
“Fuck yes they do,” he says breathlessly.
We lay there in silence and I resist the urge to cuddle or anything else that might throw him off. Sex with Rodney is magical and my body is still aching for his touch.
“Was it good for you?” He jokes.
“Fuck yeah,” I tell him.
“I meant what I said when I told you I’d never hurt you. And I meant it when I said that I’m loyal to the Dragons.”
“I know, babe.”
“Maybe I should just come clean to your father. It’s not good to keep secrets. Fuck, I should’ve done that from the start.”
“If you would’ve, he probably would’ve kicked your ass right out of the place. My dad holds family above all else and he probably would’ve thought badly of you for betraying your father.”
“How can I change his mind about that then? Isn’t he still going to think that if I come clean?” He asks. He props himself on one arm and looks over at me like he’s tempted to sex me up again.
I raise my body up a bit and match his glance.
“I can back you up,” I blurt out.
“You would do that?”
“Of course I would,” I tell him.
“You really are a wonderful woman, Trish. I mean that.”
He caresses my face and moves the hair from the side of my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“I’m glad you told me everything,” I say. “Are you really going to tell my dad everything?”
“I don’t see any other way. I hope he’s as welcoming as you are.”
“I hope so, too. With everything that’s going on, he might brush it off and deal with it later.”
“Either way, he deserves to know the truth. I can’t live in secrecy any more. I can’t work for my father, he’s a monster. He’d sell us both down the river for some guns and beer.”
“Family has no meaning to him?” I quiz him.
“Not really.”
“Damn,” I utter under my breath.
“We should go, I need to do this now.”
I feel the urgency in his inflection. I snatch up my clothes and dress myself, watching him as he does the same. I walk to the mirror on the wall and run my fingers through my hair.
“You look beautiful,” he chides me.
“I don’t want to go to the club with sex hair,” I tell him, running my fingers through a knot that resulted from our fucking.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and says, “We’ll go when you’re ready then.”
“I’m ready,” I blather five seconds later.
“Alright, let’s hit it,” he says, racing down the stairs, out the door and to his motorcycle.
Chapter Nine
Rodney Vinton
I look in my side mirror to see Trish’s pink motorcycle hot on my tail. We wind through the pavement and make our way to the dirt roads that lead to the Lair. I park my bike out front and seconds later, she parks hers next to mine.
I take a deep breath and I can feel the anxiety and tension building up inside of me. At this moment, I have no idea what words I’m going to use or how he’s going to take the news. I know that if I’m in his place, I’d take my head off.
“You’re going to be fine,” Trish assures me with a rub of my shoulder.
“Here goes nothing,” I tell her as we walk inside the Lair.
With a deep sigh, I already feel pangs of regret. The place is full of members roaming around, drinking and sorting out clues on Sasha’s disappearance.
Ronan is at the head table wearing a look of complete misery. He holds his head as if he’s got a headache and I nearly backtrack to set things in motion another day.
“You’ve got this,” she tells me. “I’ll come with you.”
Walking next to me, we both approach her father as he’s flanked by officers of the club.
“Can we speak with you privately?” I ask him.
“Yeah sure, let’s go to my office,” he says.
He stands up with his domineering frame and weary face.
We follow him to his office and Trish closes the door once we’re inside. He motions to the chairs in front of the desk and we sit and wait for him to speak.
“What’s on your minds?” he asks.
“I have something to tell you and I know you’re not going to like it.”
“Is it about Sasha?” he questions me intently.
“No, this is about me,” I tell him.
“Alright, talk,” he says. He looks to the both of us and smiles and says, “Wait, are you two a thing?”
“That’s not what I need to tell you,” I object.
“Alright shoot,” he says as he kicks back in his seat.
“I wanted to be a man and come right out and tell you about who I am. I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but it just never came up.”
“Out with it already,” Ronan yelps.
“My name is Rodney Vinton,” I say intensely, as I study his reaction.
“Yeah. Whoopty fucking doo,” he says jokingly.
“I’m the son of Seth Vinton,” I tell him. His face immediately turns sour. He gets up in a rush and opens his office door.
He yells out, “Everyone get the fuck out!”
I can hear the place clearing out as he rumbles back to his seat and sits back down.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t fuck you up right here and now. You’ve got balls, kid, I’ll give you that.”
“I came to tell you this because I have found my home with the Dragons. My father is a fucking criminal and an evil man. I have never wanted to be associated with him and he forced me to come here.”
“Why did he force you to come here?” Ronan presses.
“He wanted me to come here for a possible takeover.”
Ronan laughs as if I speak the impossible. I want to laugh, too, but I don’t so I don’t offend him.
“Good fucking luck on that one,” he jokes.
“Your daughter put the pieces of the puzzle together, but she has given me the strength to come to you and tell you all of this.”
Ronan looks at Trish and shakes his head.
“I’m loyal to the patch of the Green Dragons through and through. I know none of this is what you wanted to hear, but there it is. I’ll take whatever punishment you feel I deserve. I
will still help find Sasha and tell you anything you want to know.”
“Are the Deathdealers involved in Sasha’s kidnapping?” Ronan asks me.
“I don’t know. I met up with my father yesterday at their club to ask them that. He plays like he’s ignorant, but I don’t know that for sure. It’s not something that I would put past my father. In reality, I’m pretty sure him and his goons have done shadier shit than kidnapping.”
“So you don’t know?” he questions me.
“No, I don’t. But I can go undercover for you and see what I can find.”
“You’d go to their club and sniff out information to help me find my daughter?”
I look him dead in the eyes and say, “Of course I would. Messing with someone’s family is just something you don’t do. With your daughter’s help, we can get this cracked.”
Ronan looks to Trish and tries to gauge whether or not he wants her to involve herself in this.
He nods his head in agreement.
“As penance for the deceit, I will help you in any way that I can,” I tell him.
“It’s going to get dangerous, especially if they find out you’re helping out the Dragons. You could always take your punishment and high-tail it to Hayleysville and let the chips fall where they may.”
“I need to stand up and face this like a man. I hope you’ll allow Trish to help. I won’t put her in any danger, I promise you that. And she was the one who gave me the courage to come forward.”
He nods in the affirmative and Trish smiles. I can tell that she likes being in on the inside loop.
I stand up and Ronan follows suit. I extend my hand and give him a firm handshake.
I believe this will make amends.
Before we can leave the office, Ronan says, “Set something up with your father to meet him. Tell him you’ve got names of some of the members and there’s a few who will switch sides.”
“He’ll eat that right up. We’ll come up with a list of fake names for him. When I call him, he’ll tell me to get my ass out there pronto,” I tell them.
“Good, good,” he says in response. “Get on that today. Let me know if you can sniff out anything about Sasha. I’m worried sick here and if Seth has anything to do with it, I’ll kick his ass from here to Ohio and back.”