Whiskey: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 1)

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by Chelsea Handcock


  “We have a crap load of shitty history, babe, and I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive me for the part I played in it. But you need to know I’m not that scared little boy that ran away from his feelings all those years ago, I’m a man who takes what I want, when I want it, and right now I want you.”

  Addy looked up to him with tears in her eyes.

  “That’s the problem, Aiden, for how long. Do you only want me for the here and now to work this thing out between us, or do you want me for the long haul?”

  “Can’t answer that, babe, neither of us know how all this will play out. Right now, at this very moment, I can tell you that I want forever, but I don’t know what the future holds. Shit, babe, I live in a dangerous world, we might be the good guys, but that doesn’t mean we always do good things. Hell, tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, all I know is, right now, I am right where I want to be, you are a part of me. I never really had a home, but somehow, when I’m with you, I feel that way; you, Addison Sinclair, are my home.”

  Those walls Addy built around her heart crumbled and crashed. Aiden was saying everything she had wanted him to say all those years ago. He was choosing a life with her; that he considered her his home warmed her in ways she couldn’t even start to explain. This strong, confident man was laying himself out on a silver platter, all she had to do was accept him for who he was and forgive him for what he had done.

  “I’m laying it all out for you, now you need to decide if you can forgive me enough to move forward. I can’t tell you I would have changed how things went down, I don’t think I would have. The baby, you, me leaving, I wasn’t in the right place to take care of any that, I was so angry it took me years to realize I was trying to live my life to impress some nameless, faceless people, and move on. The question is can you or will you move on with me?”

  “Yeah, I think I will.”

  “Glad to hear it, babe, because I wasn’t going to accept any other answer. Now sleep, we have a hell of a lot of shit to figure out and I for one am dogged tired.”

  Whiskey pulled her in a little closer, and Addy had never felt more loved or safe. The kiss to her forehead was like the cherry on top of a sundae, not needed, but savored just the same. Addy knew her love for Aiden had never died, it just took a detour, and she was liking the direction it was heading now, after all this time. She fell asleep for the first time in years looking forward to what was to come. She should have known things would change because real life wasn’t a fairytale.

  Addy woke up feeling very warm and trapped. It took a moment for her mind to get online, and then she remembered she was in Whiskey’s bed and the warmth she was feeling was coming from him. She thought about everything that had happened and the things that were still yet to come, and for the first time in a long while, she felt excited.

  Her life wasn’t a bad one, but it was lonely. She had friends, but running the farm took up most of her time. If she wasn’t tending to the animals, then she was tending to the crops. It was never-ending hard and dirty work, and for the most part, she loved it, but something had always been missing from her life.

  Laying there in Whiskey’s arms, she realized what that was. He said she felt like home to him, and at first, she hadn’t really understood. Her home was the old farmhouse she grew up in, or at least that was what she had thought, until now. Now, she understood, they say home is where your heart is, and Whiskey invaded every inch of hers.

  She wanted him. Not only that, she wanted whatever this was that was building between the two of them. Addy loved the feel of his hands on her and craved more kisses, not to mention other things. She wanted that moment where they came together and everything exploded into lights and fireworks like she had read in romance novels. It might have been a simple thought, but damn this man made her want to dream again. To be free and wild like he was and live for the moment. Having spent so much time living in the past, she was ready to escape the box she had built for herself.

  Running her hand over his rock-hard abs, Addy was tempted to take it further, she wanted to follow that little line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxer briefs and explore the man he had become. Taking a chance, she couldn’t resist the temptation, Addy brushed her finger down the line of fine springy hair. She was almost to her goal when a big hand stopped her movement.

  “Morning, babe, I see you still like to play with fire,” Whiskey’s gravelly deep, morning voice greeted her and sparked the fire in her panties to inferno levels. Damn, his regular voice always caused a reaction in her body, but hearing him in the morning, after spending the night being held close, that was something she wanted to feel and hear every day for the rest of her life.

  Whiskey rubbed her arm and back, waiting for a reply, but when she wasn’t fast enough, he pulled her body up until she was laying on top of him, straddling him and his very hard erection. Addy couldn’t have stopped her next move if her life depended on it. She ground hips down over him and moaned at the contact. Looking into his eyes, she kissed him long, deep, and hard, bringing her hands up to hold his face in place for the best possible exploration of her tongue.

  Addy should have known better than to try to take control. Whiskey wasn’t a man to let her just have her way. He was dominant, always had been, always would be. He flipped their positions, and took over the kiss, placing his covered cock in the very place she needed him most; Addy couldn’t help but arch her back at the sensation. It felt so good, his weight, his dick at her core, the heat, and the frantic kiss. He was moving his hips in a way that she wished the clothes they both had on would spontaneously combust, so she could feel him deep within her body. She wanted nothing separating them anymore, she wanted it all.

  “Are you ready to beg baby, are you willing to trust me to give you what we both need and want?” Whiskey asked between kisses and grinds. Addy was so close to coming, she couldn’t say a word, only nodding in response. “Not good enough, babe, you need to say the words. Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me if you want it hard and rough or soft and sweet.”

  Addy moaned when his dick made another pass at her extended clit, she was so close just a little more friction, and she would fly. But she didn’t want to come without him being inside of her, she wanted to feel him penetrating her body like he had her heart. She wanted it all or nothing.

  “Please, Whiskey, please.”

  “Not good enough, babe, you know what I want to hear. Say it, Addison.”

  Addy had heard the rip of fabric before she felt the sting on her hips. Whiskey had literally torn her underwear off, now she was bared to him, but he was still covered. Moving her hands down his back Addy pushed the offending fabric over his ass then moved one hand around to the front of him and releasing the monster he had hidden from the fabric’s grasp. He was so much larger than she remembered and so very hot. She wanted to flip him back over and devour him, but she wanted something else even more.

  “Say it, Addison, make us both happy, give me what I want.”

  Addy knew what he wanted her to say. She wasn't sure she could say it. He didn’t simply want her to beg for him to fuck her, he wanted her to give him everything. To forgive him for the past and move forward. To accept the man he was today as well as the boy he had once been. God, she wanted to.

  “Please, Whiskey, fuck me!”

  “Say it, Addison, give me what I want, what I need.”

  Addy didn’t have a choice and couldn’t deny him or herself any further.

  “Oh God, please, Aiden, I need you, please!”

  “Damn right, baby, beg me!” Whiskey growled as he plunged into her without stopping.

  “Fuck, Addison, you feel so damn good. Shit, babe this is going to be quick, I’m so sorry. Damn, I didn’t want this, I wanted to make up for the last time, but, baby, shit, you’re so tight and wet for me. I didn’t believe it, Addison, I thought I remembered it wrong, made things up in my mind, made it better than it actually was, but, hell babe, this is
everything.”

  Addy was overwhelmed, the feel of him being inside her so full and intense, it was like they were one person. Her body was tingling, and she knew she was going to go over the edge, but she couldn’t seem to get there.

  “Aiden, please, harder, please do something, do anything, please!”

  Whiskey picked up speed, thrusting into her body like the bats of hell were on his ass, and Addy loved every second of it. The headboard was hitting the wall, and she was moaning and screaming so loudly, she knew her voice was going to give out.

  “I got you, babe, I know what you need.” Changing his angle and thrusting harder, Whiskey hit the spot within her body that made tingles run up her body and curled her toes. The feeling was so intense, she couldn’t breathe; her body was strung so tight, she was afraid to do anything.

  “Let go, baby, come for me.”

  Addy exploded, bright lights, fireworks, and everything in between. She felt like she was in a place between time and space where everything stopped, and it was only her and Aiden.

  Addy vaguely remembered hearing Aiden grunt out her name and move off of her body. He was still holding her tight, his arms around her waist, his head pillowed on her breast. She wanted to move her hand up and run it through his hair, offer him the same comfort and affection he was giving her, but she couldn’t move. Her body was on fire, every few seconds another spasm would rack her body, bring her more and more pleasure. Damn, this was everything she had hoped for and more. Aiden looked up at her with the emerald green eyes, the ones that were so familiar, yet so foreign.

  “Babe, are you okay did I hurt you?”

  Finally, finding her strength, Addy brought her hands up and sifted them through his hair.

  “Oh, Aiden, I am more than okay.”

  “Then why are you crying?”

  Addy hadn’t even realized she was crying, everything had been so intense, so powerful that she got caught up in the moment. Even if Aiden walked away, she knew he would always be the only man she ever loved.

  “Just happy, that was incredible.”

  “Yeah, it wasn’t that bad,” Aiden teased. Addy was about to get really pissed, but then he got a big, shit-eating grin on his face and sucked her nipple into his mouth, hard. Addy pushed him away.

  “No boobs for you, mister. I was basking in the glow, and you had to ruin it with your smart mouth.”

  “Oh, think I have a smart mouth? How about a sexy mouth, maybe even a tantalizing mouth?”

  “Oh, Aiden talk dirty to me, tantalizing is such a naughty word, big, too, I’m surprised it's in your vocabulary,” Addy teased, trying not to laugh.

  “I’ll show you tantalizing.” Whiskey started laying open mouth kisses all over her body and Addy was nearly at her breaking point once again when suddenly, the door to his room flew open and Cinny walked in.

  “Oh, this is going to be fun, how about I pull up a chair? I love a good show.”

  Addy was mortified and scrambled to find something to cover her body. They had destroyed the bed, so her only option was Aiden. Yeah, probably not the best choice; having him on top her only made her want to continue what they had started, regardless of Cinny's presence.

  “Get out Cinnamon,” Whiskey yelled.

  “No can do, Whiskey, you have a meeting in ten and Addy needs to get up and get dressed. Breakfast isn’t going to make itself, and we all know I can’t cook.”

  Both Addy and Whiskey groaned. Shit, she didn’t want to get out of bed and make breakfast. She wanted to stay in bed and eat Aiden for breakfast.

  “Out Cinnamon. Now,” Whiskey grunted.

  “Damn, you claimed boys take all the fun out of everything. You two have five minutes and then I’m coming back in whether you like it or not.” Seconds later, Addy heard the door slam. Whiskey brushed his hand over her cheeks.

  “Morning, baby,” he murmured and kissed her, which turned into a lot more, but the pounding on the door for the minute countdown wasn’t helping either of them.

  “Damn, okay babe, I got to go.” Grinding his hips forward, he said, “Shit, I really don’t want to go. Think Tuck would beat the shit out of me if I blow him off and stay here instead of going to Church?”

  “Think your Brothers will make themselves breakfast and not throw a fit?” Addy laughed.

  “Damn.”

  Chapter 13

  Whiskey walked into Church for the first time not wanting to be there. He wanted to be back in bed with Addison. Shit, what they had done was more sex. They made love, and it changed him. He knew he had wanted her before, shit, even craved her, but now he wanted everything. The jacket, the tattoo, the ring, and the paper. He wanted to own every single part of Addison Sinclair.

  “What up, asshole,” Brass was the first one in his face. “You look like you’re not happy to be sharing this quality time with your Brothers, what could possibly be up with that. Hmm? Could it have anything to do with that quality pussy you found yourself in this morning?”

  “Shut it, asshole.”

  “Dude, I’m just saying maybe you should send Doc to your room to check Addy out. Damn, I was sure we were having an earthquake right here in Defiance, even jumped out of bed and ran for the doorway to save myself. After all that screaming and shaking, I thought the world was ending. Once I woke up and figured out what was going on, I still stood in the damn doorway cuz I thought you two were going to break through. Damn, now do you see what I mean about quality, nothing like that shit,” Brass said slapping him on the back. Whiskey couldn’t help it, he laughed along with the other guys sitting at the table.

  “Damn, dude, Addy’s a screamer, I heard her myself,” Tuck said shaking his head, “just proves you can’t judge a book by its cover, an angel on the arm and a demon between the sheets, Congratulations, Bro.” Whiskey didn’t need to look at any of his Brothers sitting around the table, all of them were snickering and trying to hold back their laughter. Damn.

  “Yeah, laugh it up boys, at least I know how to please my girl, you're just jealous.”

  “I don’t know about that, man, I timed that shit start to finish, maybe five minutes and I’m being generous. Starting to think Link’s teeny weeny syndrome isn’t the only thing that is going to bring the Frost name down. Stamina, Bro, that’s the key, they even have pills for that shit now,” Talon joked.

  “Okay, assholes, simmer down,” Tuck said slamming the gavel against the table. “I realize Whiskey’s sex life will be the topic of conversation for, shit, God only knows how long, but we have more important things to discuss.

  “Crank has confirmed that the Satan Vultures are responsible for the attack on him and Cathy, as well as Addy. They weren’t wearing their cuts during any of the attacks, but some of the guys had loose lips, thinking Crank wouldn’t make it through his stay with them. Those assholes have been on our radar for a while now, so we know their MO; snatch, keep, and distribution. They are strictly muscle, someone else is always pulling the strings. Addy heard them mention a boss, so did Crank.

  “We need to figure out who that boss is, and why they have decided to start a war with us. Going after Addy and the farm was one thing, but the shit they did to Cathy and Cranks puts this on a whole different level. Last night, two Vultures tried to finish the job by getting into Cathy’s hospital room. Crank was able to stop them, but he sustained some more damage he didn’t need. I posted Creed and Crash on the door until further notice.

  “Here are the questions we need answered, like yesterday. Are these fuckers coming after the RBMC specifically, and if so, why? We fucked-up one of their transfers, took down their guys, but even that doesn’t warrant this kind of retaliation. Two—Why did they want the farm so badly, and how do they have detailed maps of the caves? Shit, I’ve lived here most of my life and didn’t know about those caves. Three—What was up with that wire Addy was wearing when she came here, it wasn’t even transmitting? We have enough security in and around the Clubhouse that it would have picked up on that before s
he even hit the door.”

  “Oh, hell no, you don’t think Addy is involved with those fuckers,” Whiskey growled, slapping his hand down on the table.

  “Shut the fuck up, Whisk, no one thinks Addy is involved with the Vultures. It doesn’t make sense, they had to know she would ask us for help instead of doing their bidding. Why go to such elaborate means to make sure she ended up here?” Link admonished.

  Made sense, Whiskey thought, and it was true Addison had a good head on her shoulders and even scared, she would work out the best way to help everyone involved. Their past wouldn’t have even played into it.

  “I’ve done some digging, and I’m not coming up with a whole lot, so I gave Peyton a call. Her and Wyatt were able to track down an order on the dark web. It’s pretty vague, but the gist of it is, someone seems to want our attention diverted elsewhere for a while,” Talon explained.

  “My sources are confirming that. A couple of junkies and some gang bangers have been paid bank to keep our focus on the Club and the Club alone. Of course, I changed their minds about going through with whatever they had planned,” Tank boasted, cracking his split knuckles.

  Whiskey might not like Tank, but the Dude was a badass, and one mean motherfucker. It was almost like he’d lost the switch that tells a person the difference between right and wrong somewhere along the way. No, that wasn’t exactly true, he knew what was right, but chose to do wrong. Several of the Brothers have had the pleasure of dragging him out of one of his spins. Not a fun time, but his aggression and ability to get the answers the Club needed was why the guy was next in line for the Enforcer’s position if Crank ever decided to step down.

  “I checked out our new FBI handler, and I’m not liking what I’m seeing, the guy is status hungry. He wants to make a name for himself, and he doesn’t care how that happens. Washington sent him this way because he has already screwed up two major cases. Funny thing is, he also became a pretty rich man when those cases were flushed down the toilet,” Jinx added.

 

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