Rebels (Nomad Devils Motorcycle Club Book 2)

by Faye, Carmen

  “Sorry,” Andy swallowed and managed to answer. “I had a long weekend and I’m not feeling very well.”

  “Sitting at home hardly qualifies as a long weekend, Wallaby,” Logan rolled his eyes.

  “I…I’m sorry…Wait... what?” Andy was terrified. How did Logan know?

  “Sitting at home,” Logan waved his hand as if to dismiss the topic. “Isn’t that what you always do? I mean when was the last time you had a drink with friends? Do you even have any friends?”

  It was only in that moment that Andy realized that Logan was picking on him. That whole I’m better than you mentality that many of the guys had. He wasn’t being watched, and Logan didn’t know anything. He was just being the same dick he always was.

  “Oh,” Andy managed a forced laugh. “Yes I guess I do sit at home a lot.”

  “Anyway,” Logan continued as if Andy wasn’t important. “The thing is, the Fuller situation is out of control and I have to do something about it.”

  Andy’s body froze again. Situation. Out of control? Do something about it? Was Logan planning to get rid of Agent Fuller? Was there something he was trying to bring Andy to do or say. Something to help him slip past any kind of problems for what he did.

  “I don’t understand.”

  Logan began to laugh which only made Andy feel more uncomfortable.

  “For a smart guy, you sure are clueless,” Logan continued to laugh. “I’m talking about her kidnapping.”

  Andy nodded.

  “So, my ass is on the line here. I’m sure you know that. One of our own goes on a mission. Inside. She has the wrong information. She gets kidnapped. She escapes. We didn’t solve the problem. In fact, we created it.”

  “Yes,” Andy agreed wholeheartedly. It was about time someone gave a damn about the shit that had happened.

  “My boss wants to know what the fuck happened and how it happened,” Logan continued.

  Andy was finally getting the idea. Logan wanted a uniform story to tell the higher ups. Something that kept the ATF running smoothly without anyone losing their job. He nodded and waited on the rest. He’d go along with whatever he had to. It was important to keep Logan happy.

  “I really didn’t want this to come back on you.” Logan looked up again at the surprise on Andy’s face. “I hope you know that.”

  “Of course,” Andy was hesitant to agree at this point.

  “Fact is, someone has to take the heat. And those plans you handed her weren’t accurate at all.” You bastard. “And leaving the mike.” He shook his head. “That can’t happen when one of ours is out there in danger,” he spoke softly.

  “But I didn’t…” Andy started to say something and then stopped. He realized by the look on Logan’s face that there was no point in arguing.

  “I went to bat for you,” Logan kept talking. “I tried to get by with a short suspension.”

  “I see,” it was all Andy could muster.

  “But they aren’t having any of that. They want you gone,” Logan set his arms on the desk. “I’m really sorry. If it’s any consolation, I’ll give you a terrific reference.”

  “You know that I didn’t give her the plans.” Andy said as Logan stared at him. “I didn’t leave the mike of my accord either,” he tossed in. “I’m just the scapegoat.”

  “Even if that were true,” Logan said calmly. “It wouldn’t matter. You were responsible for checking the details. You were responsible for sitting on that mike no matter what. It would still come back on you.”

  “I see,” Andy replied. “Guess that would depend on who actually did it.”

  “Andy.” Logan leaned across the desk. “You really should watch what that smart mouth of yours is saying. Might piss off the wrong person one day.

  “Think of it as a vacation,” Logan smiled. “You get a severance package. You have some time off. You can spend it doing whatever personal research has you so occupied lately.” Logan’s face tightened and his expression changed. “Provided that it’s not work related. That would be very unprofessional, Wallaby. “

  “No sir,” Andy began. “I guess I do need some time on my own. Go make some friends, like you said.”

  “Good,” Logan relaxed and smiled again. “You can leave now.”

  Andy walked slowly out of the office and to his own. Drawer by drawer, he cleaned out his desk and packed the belongings into a box to take home. It was at that moment that he realized just how pathetic his life was. He had just been fired from the only job he’d ever known and he had no one to talk to about it.

  Logan had been right. Andy Wallaby had no friends. He glanced around the office to try and determine if anyone there would like to get a drink. He realized they wouldn’t. They didn’t like him. They weren’t his friends.

  He wondered if there was someone he could go to with the information he’d been gathering. He realized that was a no-go as well. Even though Logan was less popular than he was among the team, he wrote all their paychecks. Andy was just the nerdy guy—a drone in the background. Replaceable.

  Fuller might care. But he didn’t know her well enough to be sure. He just knew she’d changed after her time at Hudson’s. She was quieter. Less inclined to mouth off or tell what was going on. She kept her casework to herself.

  Maybe it was the lack of trust. They had just kind of left her there for dead. But maybe she knew something. Spending enough time with Hudson would lead to information. At least he would assume so.

  He debated on whether or not he should call her. Meet with her. He wanted to share this with someone, but he wasn’t sure she was trustworthy. She still worked for Logan. Would her paycheck override her moral compass?

  He’d learned of her past. Her lack of family. Lack of friends. They were a lot alike for different reasons. He had gone into the ATF for similar reasons as she had. He wanted to take out the bad guys. Not because he’d lost someone close, but because his father had been one of them. And his father had never had to pay for what he’d done.

  But when it came down to it, would she believe him? It was hard for those who tended to uphold the laws to realize that the people they worked with, the ones vowing to do the same, were the ones breaking them.

  He knew she had no love for Logan since day one. Maybe he could give her a call and she’d listen. Hell, maybe she had answers he didn’t.

  Finally a smile erupted. Andy Wallaby had a plan. He’d talk to Agent Fuller. They’d compile what they needed and they’d take down Brent Logan once and for all. Then she could move on with her life and he could get his job back.

  Something was going to work out this time. Andy was going to get the karma he deserved and not the karma that everyone else deserved. His mom would be proud of him and he’d be able to step out and get the life he’d just that minute decided he wanted.

  Most of all, justice would prevail. Because that’s the way it was supposed to work. That was what led him to being an agent and led him to discovering what he’d been finding out. He was never fired for false information. He was fired because Logan knew. He may as well use that to get the truth out.

  Agent Logan had set up one of his own for a suicide mission yet she left from Asher Hudson unharmed. Why? That was the part that Wallaby needed to know to finish the puzzle. That was what would tell him how deep into this mess his boss had been.

  CHAPTER 8

  “I admit it doll,” Hudson smiled, “I didn’t expect you to come back to me.”

  “It’s not what you think,” she rolled her eyes. “I need help with work.”

  “Obviously.” He turned and walked towards the cheap sofa in the corner. “And I’m the only one you trust. Not long ago you were here because taking me in was your work. Now you want me to trust you?”

  “Why wouldn’t you trust me?” Melissa was offended at the implication.

  “You had me confide in you. Then you left.”

  “You think that was a game? That any of…this…was a game?”

  “What would you
call this? Do you often seduce your suspects?”

  “I did not seduce you.”

  “But you still want me.”

  “What?”

  “You still want me.”

  “And why do you think that?”

  “Because you dressed differently,” he began. “Sexier. You have cleavage showing. Lots of it. Your jeans are a bit tighter. The way you stand. The way you run your tongue along your lip when you think I’m not looking. The way your right hand is rubbing against your thigh. Just far enough away to not draw attention to how damn sexy you look. You have makeup on. Not too much. But enough to show off your eyes and…”

  “I don’t know what…”

  “Even as you argue, you’re shaking. You can’t resist, can you? The sound of my voice. The look on my face. Whenever my eyes drop to those sexy tits, your knees buckle. Of course, there’s also the telltale sign.”

  “And what is that Hudson,” she asked.

  “When I walk towards you,” he spoke in sultry voice, “I can hear you breathe faster, I can see your face turn just a shade redder under your makeup. Your hand are shaking, look at them. Your body tilts just a touch. Your nipples…” He looked at her breasts as he approached her, letting the word dangle in the air.

  “Stop.” She spoke but it came out breathless.

  “Is that what you want, Agent Fuller? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as his body came within inches of hers. “Your body is saying otherwise.”

  “What do you want?” she asked with a crack in her voice.

  “To bend you over my knee,” he leaned in towards her and began to whisper. “To bare your ass,” his voice vibrated against her ear. “To spank you for thinking it was okay to leave me.”

  As the words came out, Melissa felt herself gasp. “This is business, Hudson,” she managed to squeak out past the desire building in her body.

  “It can be both,” he offered. “Business and pleasure. Or is someone else giving you pleasure now?”

  “N…no,” she stammered. “Only you. Or you were. But not now. Well you could. If you tried. But no. You aren’t pleasing me. No one is. Just me. But… no, there’s no one else.” She saw the smile on his face as he leaned in and placed his lips almost on hers. He wasn’t going to kiss her. He would wait on her to kiss him.

  “I think it’s sexy when you stumble for what to say,” he snickered a little.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I already told you,” he took a breath. “The question is, Agent Fuller, what do you want from me?”

  Her mind wandered to the case. The kid that was shot. The gangs with their new assault rifles. The fact that a Mexican cartel leader was in town. Her kidnapping. His words about her. Logan’s potential involvement in several if not all of those things. The fact that she felt like she might have been set up. Everything that had been on her mind over the past week came flooding back in an instant.

  She knew what she wanted from him. Help. She wanted him to give her the information she needed and help her solve this case. Get justice for that little boy. But when she opened her mouth, none of that came out.

  “I want you to kiss me.” She breathed.

  “Is that all?” he pouted.

  “We have to start somewhere,” she answered.

  With those words, Asher slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. With vigor and power he placed his lips against hers, slipping his tongue in between them. Melissa lost all control as she let her body melt into his.

  Tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, he slipped both hands under the waistband of her top and began to pull it over her head. A deep and guttural sigh came from her as he tossed it across the room. His hands worked feverishly to remove the bra she had recently purchased. A red number that helped lift and show off her cleavage.

  “I like this,” he commented as he tossed it with the shirt. “It’s sexy as hell.”

  Before moving on, Hudson took both of her arms by the wrist and pulled them straight above her head and removed his own hands.

  “Don’t move your arms,” he instructed.

  Melissa did as he said. His lips lowered to the nape of her neck and he slowly ran his tongue along the skin, causing her to shudder with excitement. As his mouth moved down, he knelt before her.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he commented as his lips moved towards a nipple. “I have special ways of punishing naughty girls,” and with that he took the bud into his mouth.

  For what seemed like forever, Melissa groaned as Hudson tormented and teased her nipples. Nibbling, twisting, and sucking just hard enough to send spasms of ecstasy through her body.

  His hands reached to the side and within moments he pulled out a pair of clamps. Sucking and licking each nipple to make it stiff, he placed a clamp over them one at a time and tightened it.

  “Oh!” Melissa cried out as her knees trembled.

  Hudson’s fingers slipped into the waistband of her jeans and flipped the button from the hole with a practiced touch. He pressed his head towards her as he slid the jeans slowly across her hips and down her legs. She could feel the moisture from his lips against her panties as he leaned in to slip her legs out of the pants.

  She wanted more.

  Hudson began to kiss the triangle of her panties, slipping his tongue along the fabric between her thighs every so often. She could feel the heat between her legs and the familiar throb of her clit pounding against the fabric.

  “Oh god,” her ache deepened as he teased her through the last remaining piece of clothing. “Oh god, don’t stop.”

  She felt her breath catch in her throat as Asher reached down to the waistband of his own pants. He was going to get undressed and satisfy her. He was going to give her what she wanted.

  Her heart rate increased as she watched him unbuckle the belt he was wearing and begin to slip it through the loops.

  “Mmm…Mmm…Mmm,” he spoke as if he were a parent. “I expect better behavior,” he stood and ran his hand from her crotch, across her abdomen and to her nipples.

  His hand slid up her neck and to her chin.

  “Look at me,” he instructed. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

  Melissa could barely breathe. She saw the fire burning deep inside his eyes. He wanted her in a way she wasn’t sure anyone ever had and it turned her on. Watching him fold the belt and knowing she was about to be disciplined made her quiver. She wasn’t sure she could speak, so she nodded.

  “And?” he asked. She should have known he was going to expect the words.

  “I…I left,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry, one more time.” He responded as his hand slid around her waist and squeezed her ass.

  “I left,” she stated, her voice steadier.

  “Very good,” he pressed his fingertips hard into the fold of skin just under her buttocks. Melissa moaned from the desire in her body. “Leaving me left me unhappy,” he spoke sternly, but softly. “Do you want me to be unhappy?”

  Melissa watched as his body walked around behind her. She felt his hand grasp her ass and give it one more squeeze. Then she felt fingertips in the waistband of her panties and felt the fabric in back being pulled down. Her ass was exposed for him. “No.”

  “What do you want?” He asked as he traced her buttocks with his hand.

  “To please you,” she answered.

  Asher felt his cock harden at her words. She was a natural submissive and it turned him on greatly. Everything in his body wanted to bend her over and fuck her. Give himself the release that he needed so desperately. But that wasn’t how it worked and he knew that. He had to maintain control.

  His hand rubbed her ass as he spoke. Preparing the soft flesh for what was coming was part of the job.

  “I wasn’t pleased,” he said to her. “So what do I do now?”

  Melissa felt the lump in her throat. The urges in her body were out of control. She had totally forgotten about work or anything remotely related to
it. She was here in this moment and wanted to experience every second.

  “Punish me,” she offered as she stood before him, almost completely naked and her arms above her head.

  “Under one condition,” he spoke against her ear as she felt the bulge of his jeans press hard against her ass.

  By natural reaction, her back arched. She wanted this man desperately. “What is that?”

  “Only if you’re mine,” he whispered. “I can’t punish you for going if you don’t belong to me,” his words sounded sexier than she would have ever imagined.