Whiskey Neat (The Uncertain Saints MC Book 1)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I called it the room that made me feel claustrophobic with the wood planked walls and the hard wood floors.

  I stopped with my hand on the handle.

  “You’re sure?” I asked softly.

  Peek came up to me and placed one hand on my shoulder.

  “We wouldn’t joke about something like this,” Peek said as he pushed me slightly to the side and exited the door.

  Wolf was next to my side, and he looked at me with fire in his eyes.

  “We won’t let anything happen to her,” he told me.

  I knew that.

  Rationally anyway.

  My heart.

  The mother fucker.

  My heart didn’t know that to be true, though.

  “How do they even know about her?” I said roughly. “I’ve spent the equivalent of three fucking days with her so far. They’ve had to have someone on me twenty-four seven to get that.”

  “Or an informant,” Wolf said, exiting the door just as Peek said something about cocks and wieners.

  I was the last to exit the room, which meant I’d missed why they were talking about cocks.

  Lenore had a smile on her face, though, and that meant that whatever they were talking about wasn’t that bad.

  Lenore was a blusher, and right now she just looked flushed with happiness, not embarrassment.

  I hated that I was about to ruin that good mood she was in.

  I walked to her, finding it increasingly hard to smile in the wake of what I’d just heard, but with the way Lenore was sitting on the couch, her shoulders shaking in laughter, I found my first smile.

  Albeit reluctantly.

  I fell into the seat beside her, causing her body to roll into mine.

  She removed her hands from her face and smiled at me, causing my stomach to flip.

  “Have a nice talk?” She asked.

  I shook my head.

  “We need to talk,” I muttered as she looked at me.

  I just kept looking at her, unsure where to start, causing her impatience to win out.

  “So talk,” she snapped.

  “We have an informant who excels in the underground criminal network,” I hesitated. “He can get to places we can’t. We pay him for what he hears, and if it’s good enough, we do him favors.”

  “So…what?” She asked softly.

  “We owe him a favor,” I told her.

  Her eyes widened. “What kind of information did he give you to get you to bring me here?”

  “The kind of information that the man who was partially responsible for killing my son put two and two together to get twelve,” I said cryptically.

  Peek snorted.

  I flicked my gaze to Peek for a brief second before it settled back on Lenore and her worried eyes.

  “So what does that mean?” she asked.

  “The other day I made a mistake in going to my ex-wife’s house to get some information from her husband. He recently changed his mind and decided to back a bill that will dramatically impact the way law enforcement in this state is allowed to execute duties. He had originally been against this bill, and then he changed his mind, which happened to occur right after my son was murdered. I wanted to know why he changed his vote, and more importantly, who was behind this change,” I explained. “I assumed that being roughed up a bit and scaring the shit out of him would be enough to prevent him from doing anything stupid. But it didn’t, and I am now forced to deal with the mistaken assumptions I made.”

  She blinked.

  “Okay,” she replied, confusion clear in her voice. “So what did he do?”

  “Three hours ago, Justin Hayes made a call that put plans into motion to have me killed,” I told her.

  Her mouth dropped open.

  “You’re fucking kidding,” she gasped.

  I shook my head.

  “No. Not even a little bit,” I growled, leaning back into the couch and placing both hands on my head, working my hands through my hair.

  “So what…you’re going to go into hiding?” She asked.

  I shook my head. “No. I’m not going to hide out. I still have a job to do. I’ll just have to be more careful.”

  Her eyes started to burn with anger.

  “And you’re a fucking superhero? Do you think that whomever he called to have you killed won’t just bring in a sniper to take you out from a thousand yards away?” She hissed.

  “A thousand yards is unlikely to ever happen,” I told her. “But yeah, a sniper has crossed my mind.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “So what are you going to do?”

  “Find the fucker before he finds me,” I snapped.

  “What does that have to do with me?” She asked slowly, sensing there was something else.

  “It means that I’m going to have to let you go…and hope that they didn’t find out about you in the short time that I’ve been with you,” I said slowly, willing her to understand.

  She looked like I’d punched her in the gut.

  “You’re… you’re letting m-me g-go?” She asked softly.

  I felt like the biggest asshole in the world.

  Doors opened, signaling the club members leaving as quietly as they could, and I hated myself for wishing they were still here.

  Lenore would’ve tried harder not to break down had they still been here.

  But now with the room empty of just her and me, she started to cry, ripping a motherfucking hole in my chest the size of China.

  “God,” she whispered. “God.”

  “I don’t know if they’ve even found out about you…this may all be for nothing. But I have to try. I want you to be safe. I need you to be safe,” I told her. “Nothing will happen to you.”

  Her lips tightened.

  “And if they do find out we were together? What then?” She replied.

  “Then we’ll go from there. Our informant said he hasn’t heard so much as a whisper about you yet. So we’re going to go on the fact that they don’t know we were together. Because they’d use you to get to me. They’re going to try to lure me out by taking my ex, first. When that doesn’t work, they’re going to go for something else. Look for a current girlfriend in hopes that I’ll come out for you. But when they don’t find one, they’ll have to think of something else. And I’m hoping with that time, it’ll allow me to find them before they get to me.”

  “That’s insane,” she whispered, moving until she was straddling my thighs.

  My hands went to her hips, and I tried extremely hard not to stare at her unbound breasts.

  “That’s all I’ve got for now,” I said. “We don’t know enough yet to get him.”

  “You know who he is?” She whispered, leaning forward.

  Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I had to close my eyes at the look of need in her eyes.

  “Yeah, we have a fairly good idea who he is,” I answered evasively.

  The less she knew, the better.

  “So what…we’re just done? Until when?” She asked, tears forming once again in her eyes.

  “For now,” I told her, cupping her face.

  Her head leaned forward until it rested against mine.

  Forehead to forehead.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “If I’d known it was going to be like that, I would’ve never gone over there.”

  “Did you get the information you needed to get to the next step?” She asked.

  I nodded.

  Her head moved with mine, and our lips brushed.

  “Yeah.”

  “Then it was worth it.”

  I wasn’t so sure.

  I could’ve found that out in a different way.

  Maybe not threatened Justin as I had.

  But I had, and look where that led me.

  “So what are we going to do? Do I get to go home?” She asked.

  I nodded, leaning my head to the side and taking her mouth wit
h mine.

  Her tongue ran along mine, and her eyes darkened.

  I wasn’t usually an eye open kind of kisser, but I wanted to see Lenore.

  Wanted to absorb everything that was her.

  Our kiss was explosive.

  And quite honestly, it got a little bit out of hand.

  Once I found the strength to end the kiss, we were both panting.

  “You get to go home,” I confirmed.

  “And what about you? Can you spend the night?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  Her eyes closed, and she leaned her face forward.

  “What if I need you?” She asked.

  “Then call me. If I don’t answer, then call one of the members,” I told her. “I’ll program their information into your phone before you leave tonight.”

  “You’re going to let me ride on the back of someone else’s bike?” She asked, surprised.

  I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “No. I was going to have Alison take you home in her Jeep,” I explained.

  “When will I see you again?” She whispered.

  “I’ll come by when I’m sure I’m not being followed. And we can meet here, too,” I told her.

  “So…” she hesitated. “We only have tonight before you act like you don’t know me?”

  I pressed my lips against hers. “Yeah.”

  “Then make me remember you,” she whispered.

  Chapter 12

  If a week goes by and your man isn’t confused or scared by something you’ve done over the past week, then you’re being a woman wrong.

  -Lenore’s secret thoughts.

  Griffin

  Then make me remember you.

  I growled when I smashed my lips against hers.

  “You’ll have no problem remembering me, honey,” I declared between kisses.

  I held her face close to mine, keeping her in place while I ravaged her mouth.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” I told her, figuring I’d get that out there now.

  “Shit,” she breathed. “Shit.”

  I snorted and stood up, keeping my lips on anything I could reach as I walked to my room.

  Her mouth.

  Her lips.

  Her neck.

  She moaned loudly when I got into my room.

  “I’m putty in your hands when you do that,” she panted, arching her neck and gasping in gulping breaths of air as I ran my beard along her collarbone.

  I shucked her shirt off over her head roughly, moving my lips down, coming to an abrupt stop when my exploring lips met something different under the skin of her chest.

  “What’s that?” I asked, lifting my hand up and circling the patch of skin that looked like it had something underneath it.

  “A med-port. When I was getting my treatments, they would shoot the stuff into my veins by placing a needle into this right here,” she said, picking my hand up and pressing down on her chest. “It’s like a spongy thing or something. It’s meant for caustic drugs, like chemo, to go into my veins without tearing them up.”

  I bent down and placed a soft kiss on the area, wishing she didn’t have something like that that she had to worry about.

  It was a reminder every day that she wasn’t a hundred percent.

  That something could happen to her tomorrow and she’d have zero control over it.

  That’s when I knew…right then…that I would do everything to make Lenore’s life one of happiness. I would help her live life like it was her last day. And I hoped she’d make me do the same.

  Because I knew better than anybody how life could change in the blink of an eye.

  I knew that one second, you could be standing outside waiting to be picked up, and the next you could be laying on the ground, leaking your life blood on the concrete you were playing Hop-Scotch on only an hour before.

  Because that was what my son had experienced.

  I’d dropped him off at school that day with every intention of picking him up later that afternoon.

  I’d promised to take him to a movie, one he’d been begging me to see for a week.

  Then put his lamp together that I’d bought him the week prior that I hadn’t gotten around to doing yet.

  Afterwards, we were going to have his favorite meal of spaghetti and meatballs.

  Then I was going to read him his bedtime story, like I did every night, and watch an episode of Scooby Doo as I laid in bed with him.

  “Griff,” Lenore whispered. “You okay?”

  “When this is all over…” I hesitated, looking down into her eyes. Studying the way her beautiful red hair, in her long, thick braid, curled around her head like a snake. “I don’t want to fuck around anymore. And I want you to make sure I don’t. I need you to know who Tanner was. Who he still is to me.”

  She brought my face down closer to hers by placing two hands on both of my cheeks.

  “I can’t wait to learn more about him,” she whispered, placing a soft, gentle kiss on my mouth.

  The spark that I’d pushed away when I started thinking about my son reignited with just a brush of her soft, sweet lips.

  My mouth moved from her lips, traveling back down her neck.

  I licked a line from the tip of her chin all the way down to the top of one beautiful swell of her breast.

  She shivered and started to squirm.

  I looked up at her face as I trailed a finger down the middle of her chest.

  Then I rubbed my lips slowly over the hardened tip of her nipple while I watched her eyes flare.

  She had perfect breasts.

  So perfect.

  They were smaller than I usually went for, but when I took the entire nipple into my mouth and sucked, I decided I didn’t need any more than what she had.

  The rest was just overkill when sucking on her nipples got her screaming in excitement.

  “Griff!” She gasped, arching up into my mouth.

  My free hand traveled over to the other side and tugged roughly.

  When my fingers found her other breast, I smiled when she couldn’t decide which direction she wanted to arch her body.

  I chuckled as I switched to the other side, gently circling the tip of her nipple with my tongue.

  She grabbed my hair and held on for dear life as her hips started to move up and down in agitation.

  “Do I make you hot?” I asked her, rubbing my lips along her nipple.

  “You know you do,” she breathed, her hands moving from my hair to run along my neck and shoulders.

  Then, with a movement so sudden, I found her out from under me as she ripped her shorts off her legs.

  “Get naked!” She ordered as I watched her in surprise.

  I smiled as I followed the little queen’s orders.

  Her panties followed her shorts, and I was left with a very enticing, naked Lenore.

  Her pubic hair matched her hair, and paired up with her porcelain white skin, I was left salivating.

  The light in the store earlier hadn’t been enough to let me see all of her, and this was my first time seeing her from the front without clothes on with the lights blazing…and I liked it.

  “You really are a Queen Bee, aren’t you?” I asked her teasingly.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “And don’t you forget it.”

  I placed my gun on the bedside table before I let my pants drop to the floor.

  Stepping out of my boots one by one, I held my hands out to her.

  “Now what, my Queen?” I lifted my eyebrows at her.

  She smiled and patted the bed.

  The movement let her breasts hang, and the dusky points of her nipples rasped against her arm as she leaned forward to rip the comforter on the bed.

  “What was that for?” I asked as I let my body fall to the bed.

  “Well,” she said, “you said you don’t have a condom…and all the other things I can think of doing a
re kind of… messy,” she said as she climbed onto the bed between my legs.

  That was true.

  Then, without further ado, she swallowed my stiff cock.

  Whole.

  “Jesus,” I growled, arching my back without conscious thought. “Warn me next time you go swallowing me to the root.”

  She giggled as she started to work herself down my length, sucking, licking, and flicking as she went.

  “God,” I groaned, throwing my hand out on the bed to clutch the sheets underneath me.

  Instead of sheet, I found the braid of her hair, and grasped it tightly.

  My erection was about three seconds from exploding when I roughly yanked her off my cock by pulling her hair, causing her to laugh.

  “That’s not what that is for,” she teased.

  Her lips were puffy and red from her ministrations, and I did the only thing I could at that moment in time.

  I pulled her on top of me and took her mouth with mine once again.

  She straddled my hips with her thighs, and started to undulate on my erection.

  My previously blocked orgasm started to creep back up, but the way Lenore started to frantically rub her clit against my hard cock meant I wouldn’t have to hold out much longer.

  Keeping her lips against mine with my hand in her hair, I let my free hand sneak down her back, curve over her beautiful ass, to finally stop at the entrance of her pussy.

  It wasn’t long before she was trying to go both ways, to urge my fingers into her tight sheath as well as work her clit against my cock, making me smile as I finally sank three fingers inside of her.

  She moaned into my mouth and I picked up the pace, letting her pussy lips frame my cock as we moved together.

  She yanked her lips away from mine with a gasp and screamed.

  Her nipples pebbled impossibly harder, and a red blush started from her chest and moved up her shoulders to her face.

  I watched her explode, and only when she was finished and collapsed on my chest did I start to come.

  I used the pressure of the two of our bodies pushed together to pump my release out of my cock.

  Grunting with each spurt, I coated our lower bodies with my release, and I found it oddly satisfying to know she was covered in me.

  “Who said we’d need a condom anyway,” Lenore said sluggishly, exhaustion hanging heavily in her voice.