by Jessie Cooke
She rolled her eyes, but he got a little smile out of her. “You’re just kissing up...but keep doing it, I like it. Come on, I’ll fix you a plate.” He followed her fine ass into the kitchen and when she stopped at the stove he grabbed a handful of it. Seeing and touching her was making him begin to feel re-energized. He might just have the energy for a marathon round of fucking his old lady after all. “Uh-uh! No sampling the goods!”
He slapped her ass and said, “They’re my goods, I’ll sample them if I want.” She turned around and put a plate in his hand.
“Go sit down. I’ll get your beer.” Wolf leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Her look softened once more but she said, “Go. Sit.”
He winked at her and carried his plate into the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he turned on the television and tuned it to the Sports Channel. As soon as she walked into the room and looked at the TV, he switched it off. She smiled smugly and sat down next to him, popping the top on his beer and handing it to him. “Thank you, my love.”
“You’re welcome. Baby, I can’t stay in this house one more day. I’m losing my mind.”
“We have to keep a low profile until we figure out who this piece of shit was that walked in and shot me, baby. I can’t risk losing you. You know I wouldn’t be worth a shit without you.”
“No one is going to shoot me.”
“I wish I knew that for sure. That’s my worst nightmare. I’d rather die a thousand deaths than even imagine anything happening to you...but until we know...”
She sighed. “When will we know? He’s dead...don’t they know who he is by now?”
“We got a name today, it means nothing to me.”
“What is it?”
“Jerry Brown.” She raised both her eyebrows.
“Do you know him?”
“No. It might as well be John Smith,” she said. “What else do they know about him?”
“Not much, but he did spend a lot of time at that speakeasy place you used to like so much.”
“The Library? We haven’t been there in so long! You should take me there. You never take me out anymore.” Another thing he loved about Amara was her childlike ability to switch topics when one bored or disinterested her. She was finished talking about the shooter, and Wolf was okay with that.
“I’m sorry, baby, you’re right. It’s just been so damned busy getting the gym up and running.” He realized his mistake as soon as he said it. Another sore topic.
“Papa is still so angry with you about that.”
“Angry enough to hire someone to kill me?” He grinned when he said it, but she didn’t smile back. She narrowed her pretty eyes and said:
“You joke about this, but once you have a crack in the foundation that family is built on, it’s almost impossible to repair.”
Wolf sighed and took another bite of his burrito. He tried her tactic when he swallowed it and said, “Damn, baby, that’s good chili verde.”
She folded her arms again. “Why are you changing the subject?”
“Because we’ve been through this and I don’t want to fight with you. I want to eat this delicious food you made me and then take you in the bedroom and ravish that gorgeous body.”
“You only want me for my body.”
“No, baby, I like your chili verde too.” She picked up a pillow and hit him with it, but she was smiling. They managed to leave the touchy topics alone while he finished his dinner and beer. Amara sent him in to shower and change his bandages while she cleaned up the kitchen. He thought he heard her on the phone when he was drying off but found her sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and gloriously naked when he came out of the bathroom. Suddenly he wasn’t tired at all. His cock was standing at attention. He forgot the shooter, her father, and the phone call. “Jesus you’re hot.”
She smiled and crooked a finger at him. He dropped the towel he had around his waist and went toward her. The only thing he did like about their verbal sparring was how passionate it made her...not that she wasn’t passionate about almost everything she did. He’d be lucky if she didn’t give him a heart attack by the time he was forty. He went over and sat down next to her. Wrapping his fingers up in those silky curls, he drove his tongue into her mouth. He was never a fan of kissing until he met her. He fucking loved kissing Amara. She had the sweetest mouth that he’d ever tasted. While they kissed, his hand was on the move, sliding in between her thick, silky thighs and searching for that wet pussy. She kept her thighs together at first, but he used his hand to push them apart far enough so that his finger could find her soaking-wet slit. He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her face. “I should punish you for leaving me alone here all day and not let you fuck me.”
He smiled and ran two fingers down her slit. She shivered, and he said, “You want me to stop, baby?”
“Yes,” she said. He flicked her clit with his thumb and her body convulsed and then he started to pull his hand away. Suddenly hers was on his wrist. “Never mind, we’ll fight later.” She lay back on the bed and spread her legs open wide. “Lick it,” she demanded in her sexy little accent. Wolf smiled and slid his body off the edge of the bed. He pushed her legs open even further and delved into that sweet pussy...licking, sucking, and sipping at her hot juices. God, he loved this woman. Her anger or annoyance at him...or whatever it was...was gone. She had her long fingers twisted up in his long hair and she was forcing his head down deeper into her pussy. She flexed her hips and rocked them up and down while he ate her pussy. Every once in a while she’d let out a wild moan, or scream something out in Spanish. He fucking loved when she talked in Spanish when they were having sex. He had no idea what she was saying, but it was hot.
Wolf slid both of his hands underneath her butt and lifted her up so that he was holding her to his face and then he began to concentrate on her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked it against his tongue. He swirled it around while she cried out to Jesus in her native tongue, and finally when she was ready to come, he bit down on it lightly and shivered as her screams ran through him.
As soon as Amara was finished having her orgasm, she used her hold on his hair to pull his face up. He slithered up her body, making sure his chest felt every inch of her on the way up and stopping to kiss and lick her big, hard, dark nipples. When he reached her mouth, she gave him a long, hot kiss. She sucked at his tongue and licked his lips and when she let him breathe he said:
“You like the way you taste on me, baby?”
“You know I do.”
“You like licking your own pussy juices off my face and out of my beard?”
“Yes. I like it. You better not ever have another woman’s pussy juice on your face.”
“Are you kidding? I’d have to be crazy to even think about another woman when I have the hottest one on the planet.” For just a fraction of a second, the woman from the speakeasy popped into his head, but his woman pulled him into another passionate kiss and just like that, the other one was gone. He used one of his legs to push hers apart again, and then as if it had a radar of its own, his cock was pressed against the soft, warm, wet opening to her pussy. He thrust forward and filled her up with it. Once again she cried out in Spanish and pulled hard at his hair. He started moving in and out of her, fucking her hard, deep, and fast. He loved the way she moved with him, completely in sync, like they were made for each other. He fucking loved everything about her...and unfortunately, if he had to argue with her until he was blue in the face to keep her at home where she was safe until he found out who was gunning for him, that was what he was going to do. It would kill him if anything ever happened to her.
He came faster than he would have liked, but he was tired and Amara didn’t seem disappointed. When he pulled her into him, she rested her head against the bandage on his chest, planting a sweet kiss into it. Before long, sleep claimed him and he slept a long, dreamless sleep, only waking when he felt her stirring next to him and saw the light coming in through the slats in the
blinds on the newly installed glass doors. “What time is it, baby?”
“Early,” she said. “I’m going to fix you a big breakfast.”
He smiled up at her. She was still naked, and his cock stirred under the sheet. He reached down and grabbed it and she laughed and said, “Oh no, later we’ll do that...all night tonight, I think. Right now, I’m hungry.”
“I’ll feed you,” he said, wickedly.
“Hungry for eggs Benedict, you naughty boy. I’ll go get it started. When you’re finished playing with that thing come on out and help me.”
“That thing?” He was chuckling as she left the room. She was too much sometimes. Still with a smile on his face he rolled out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts out of the nightstand. Then he went over and pulled open the blinds. He liked looking out at the big shop and clubhouse and knowing that they were thriving in large part thanks to his efforts. The sun hadn’t been up long, but it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Hopefully a more productive one than the day before. He suddenly realized that he hadn’t heard back from Vic yet about Sabrina’s mother. He leaned down to get his phone out of the jeans he’d worn the night before and just as he did, the sun caught a glint off something on top of the shop...and then his new glass doors exploded. Motherfucker.
11
“How the fuck does this keep happening?” Wolf’s voice bounced off the walls, and everyone within range cringed. He was pissed. For the second time in a week someone had breached the so-called “wall” that he’d built to protect his club and its members and tried to cause him harm...when his wife was in the house as well. When he got his hands on the fucker responsible for this, Wolf was going to make sure he’d never forget this day. “Nobody? Nobody got any fucking answers for me?” Bruf was the first one to step forward, as usual. Wolf knew his SA carried more guilt around with him than any man should...although he hadn’t figured out why just yet. Bruf looked as pissed as Wolf was, but the club president could also hear in his voice that he felt responsible as he said:
“It won’t happen again. We’re going to have enforcers out twenty-four/seven, patrolling the perimeter outside, and I’m calling Coast Security to get them out here to install some motion detectors on top of the buildings. I don’t know how the hell that bastard got on top of the shop. By the time we got out there he was just gone, no ladder, no vehicle...nothing.”
“What about the security cameras?” Manson asked. The club had cameras inside every room in every building, except for Wolf’s private office, and on top of the shop, pointing toward the clubhouse, and on top of the clubhouse, pointing toward the shop. Bruf was in charge of reviewing the tapes.
“I haven’t had a chance to look at them yet. Hopefully we’ll be able to get an idea of what the shooter looked like, and how he got up there, when I do.”
“Go look at them now,” Wolf told him, “and report back right away. Where’s Shark and Newton?” Shark and Newton were both enforcers.
“They went to look after the folks that Vic is helping out, Boss,” Bruf told him as he was headed toward the door.
“Fuck,” Wolf muttered. Once again, he’d forgotten about his new sister and her mother. At least he knew with Newton and Shark on them, they’d be safe. He still hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Vic, so he wasn’t even sure if the mom was out of jail yet or not. Wolf looked around the room again and realized Smoke was missing too. Bruf was halfway out the door when Wolf said, “Smoke too?”
Bruf leaned back in and cleared his throat before saying, “Checking out the frat boys.”
Wolf nodded at him as he went out and closed the door. As soon as he was gone Manson leaned in and said, “What was that all about?”
“We’ll talk after,” he told him. Looking back at the other men in the room he said, “First order of business is keeping this club locked down tight...no one in or out without my okay. Second order of business, I want to know who the fuck Jerry Brown was...the real man, the one that would put his own life on the line to take me out.”
“You want us to toss his place, Boss?” a brother named Buster asked him.
“Yeah, if the cops left anything worth tossing...and speaking of the cops, make sure you don’t get spotted going in or out—the last thing I need is more shit from them. Take two of the prospects and Jiffy and Boy Toy with you.” Those men were moving out when Manson said:
“We canceling the meet and greet tomorrow night?”
“Fuck no. Life goes on as usual here, just more carefully. Today’s Friday?” Wolf had lost track of the days with so much going on. He was supposed to meet with the woman at the speakeasy and her staff that evening.
“Yep,” Manson said.
“Shit. You think there’s any chance the Southies will loan us a few guys?”
“Maybe. I can call and talk to Marshall if you want me to. What do we want them for, security?”
“I have to go back to the Library tonight to talk to the staff about the dead shooter. I’ll need a couple to ride with me. I want all hands on deck here in case another one of these assholes shows up gunning, and I want Amara watched like a hawk. I do not want her in the line of fire.”
“You got it, Boss.” Wolf issued a few more orders and the meeting broke up. He realized, as the last of the men were filing out, Manson was still there. As soon as they were alone, Manson said, “You want to tell me now what’s going on that Smoke and the other enforcers are taking care of? I got the feeling it was separate from all this.”
Wolf sighed and dropped down in his chair. “Yeah, it is.” Manson sat on the edge of the desk and Wolf told him the story that he’d gotten from Sabrina the night before. When he finished Manson whistled through his teeth and said:
“Damn, this week just keeps getting better.”
“You think I should have run it by the rest of the guys...this thing with Sabrina?”
“Fuck no,” Manson said. “Look...you’re our president, we do what you say. But I guarantee you that every one of these guys knows that you’d do the same for their sister, so not a one of them will be complaining about us doing this for yours. I’m gonna go call Dax. What time you need the guys?”
“Ask them to be here by seven.” Manson nodded, and on his way out the door he passed Bruf, who was coming back in. Bruf had a DVD in hand and Wolf watched him walk over and put it into the computer drive. He pressed play and they watched. Wolf could tell by the look on Bruf’s face that he’d already seen something on the tape that bothered him. When Wolf saw it too, he slammed his hand down on the desk and the whole thing shook. “I’ll be a son of a bitch!”
“We’ve got a mole, Boss.” A mole, a rat, a snitch...they were all words that no club president wanted to hear. Wolf had known of clubs that no longer existed because they had been killed from the inside out. He started the tape over. He fast-forwarded from five a.m. to five-fifty a.m., when someone dressed in dark clothing from head to toe entered the security room. The person was wearing black leather gloves and could be seen pressing a button on the system just before everything went black. The fact that someone got on top of the building outside was unbelievable...but Wolf couldn’t believe there was any fucking way that someone had gotten by the armed guards that stood at the doors of the clubhouse, walked through the great room, down the hall and into the security room, and turned off the tape that would have shown someone entering or leaving the shop. He looked at Bruf and said:
“Was anything else shut off?”
“Nope. At least not that I discovered yet.”
“Fuck.” He pressed play again and stared at the dark figure. Something about him, the way he carried himself or the way he moved, was familiar to Wolf. The man was tall and slender too...much too thin to be anyone he knew. “What about the top?”
Bruf opened the drive, took out the DVD, and popped another one in. They both watched for about five minutes before they saw a man, dressed all in black and wearing a mask, appear out of the vent hole that led down to the back ro
om of the shop. Either someone had let him in the shop and shared the layout with him...or they’d given him a key. “Fuck! Where’s the coverage of the outside of the front of the shop?”
Bruf looked guilty, again. “I had them focus on the clubhouse and the roll-up doors of the shop. That door just leads to the outdoor closet. I never even fucking thought about that vent. I’m sorry, Boss. This is on me.”
Wolf sighed and ran a hand roughly through his beard. “Bullshit. This is on the fucker that wants me dead. Get them out here to install more cameras. Manson is working on getting a couple guys from the Southside to ride with me to the Library tonight. Since they’re still in California, we may as well take advantage of it. Stay on my wife and keep in touch with the guys on Sabrina and her mom.”
Bruf nodded and picked up the DVDs. “Sorry,” he mumbled again as he headed toward the door. With another sigh Wolf said:
“Wait...there’s something else we need to talk about.”
Bruf turned around to face him. “Sure, Boss, what’s that?”
“Your relationship with my sister.”
Wolf watched Bruf’s Adam’s apple bob up and down in the front of his neck as he swallowed hard before he said, “There’s no relationship, Boss.”
Wolf raised an eyebrow. He’d never known Bruf to lie to him about anything, even when it was something he knew was going to get his ass chewed. “There’s something there.”
Bruf sighed and nodded. “Yeah, there is...but it’s just chemistry, Boss. I’m keeping it all business.” Something in his tone told Wolf that maybe there was a little more to it than “business,” but he was confident that if Bruf had fucked her, he’d admit to it. Wolf let the silence hang between them for a few seconds. He was sure he didn’t have to tell his best SA not to fuck with his little sister, but he had to make damned sure the point was driven home. He had been a dick himself when Sabrina first showed up, and maybe he didn’t have a right to tell Bruf or Sabrina who they could or couldn’t fuck...but there was a code in the brotherhood. There were a lot of unwritten rules, actually. But the one Wolf was thinking about at that moment was the one that forbade one of the guys from having sex with sisters, mothers, exes, and daughters. Bruf was an honorable man, but even the most honorable of men had thrown their life away impulsively for a taste of sweet young pussy.