Take Aim and Reload (Forgotten Rebels MC Book 3)

by Beth D. Carter

  “I should get to bed,” she said to Abbott. “Been a long day.”

  “Of course,” Abbott replied. “Good night.”

  She headed down the stairs and Cherry turned back to the room she now shared with Heart. Aimed with a new plan, she hurried into the small bathroom that adjoined the room to take a hot shower.

  Chapter Nine

  When Heart got back to the room, he heard the shower running. The tiny bathroom left no room for hardly anything, but he damned if he was going to let that stop him. He peaked into the room and saw Cherry’s vague silhouette through the frosted glass. As quickly as possible, he stripped.

  Hot water sluiced over Heart’s skin as he stepped into the shower. Cherry gave a started gasp at his presence, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she stared at him with big, round eyes, and her apprehension was like a huge neon sign pointing right at her. The area wasn’t large, just barely big enough to fit both of them, so he didn’t have far to reach to cup her face.

  “I-I’m scared.”

  “I know. Trust me.”

  He pulled her in to kiss him soundly on the mouth. Cherry sighed into the embrace as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to slide in and caress her own. The electricity between them, ever lingering just under the surface, flared to life.

  “I want you to suck my cock,” Heart murmured in her ear. That fantasy had been playing through his head ever since he’d tasted her sweet essence, and the idea was driving him bat-shit crazy.

  “I don’t know how.”

  “Get on your knees, take hold of my dick,” he explained softly. “Explore me with your tongue. No teeth. Suck me. Lick me. Fuck me with your mouth.”

  Cherry licked her lips and then did as he ordered. She fell to her knees before him and placed her hands on his thighs. He sucked in a harsh bit of breath, waiting. Her fingers brushed over his snake tattoo before trailing her fingers up to cup him. Just having her tiny hand wrapped around his shaft was a visual kick in the gut, and he had to rain in his desire. The beast inside him wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless, ram her until his spunk marked her as his, but he didn’t want her to be taken like that when he was so overworked he could almost come from skin-to-skin contact. She deserved more, so he took a deep, steadying breath.

  Cherry bent over and licked the cock tip with one long, slow slide of her tongue from under the base to the slit. Heart had to bite back his moan as he placed a hand on the tiled wall for support to keep his knees from buckling. Fuck, the woman hadn’t even started the blowjob and here he was, about to come.

  She slipped her mouth around the large head and traced each curve with her tongue. Although he wanted to guide her, teach her what to do, he knew this first time it would be better if she took it at her own pace. Down she went, going slowly, until he hit the back of her throat. She made a slight gagging motion and eased back. She tried again, careful of the descent, and then it seemed like she got the hang of it because she started to go a little faster.

  “Try to take me as deep in your throat as you can,” he told her a bit breathlessly.

  She began to lengthen how she pumped him with her mouth, allowing his cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat muscles relax. She wasn’t able to deep throat him too much, or for a long period of time, but by this time Heart didn’t fucking care. Her mouth was heaven and he was quickly losing his mind.

  “Touch my balls, darlin’. Caress them.”

  Obeying, she cupped his heavy sack and simply rolled the balls around as if playing with them through the thin skin. Heart moaned and his hips pumped a little into her hands and mouth, twitching under the small thread of restraint he was holding onto.

  “When I come, I want you to swallow it,” he said. It was getting difficult to talk with the orgasm rising through his body.

  He placed one hand on her head, unable to stop himself. He was past the point of stopping, or slowing down. She seemed to understand because she relaxed her mouth and let him take over. Pleasure rose sharply, consumed him, and he slammed into her mouth as he came. Her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks as he poured his spunk down her throat and nothing was sexier than feeling her swallow him down.

  When the orgasm was over, he let go of her and leaned against the wall. She looked up at him, her lips red from the friction he just put her through. He tugged her up to stand and then kissed her on the mouth. A salty taste lingered on her tongue and he knew it was his own seed. The knowledge that he’d marked her in a way no other man had done made his caveman tendencies rise.

  “Mine,” he murmured as he reached around her to turn off the shower.

  He stepped out from the shower and pulled her along. They took only minutes to dry before he swept her up in his arms and took her to the bed. He’d been satisfied, now it was her turn.

  ****

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he crooned as he laid her onto the bed. “I want to lick you and eat you until you come on my tongue. Will you let me pleasure you, darlin’?”

  She whimpered and her hips surged upward in wordless agreement. Excitement blossomed through her as she remembered the pleasure he’d given her earlier. It was no longer a question of if she wanted this to happen because Cherry now only wanted to experience that mindless bliss again. He buried his mouth between her legs and grasped her ass cheeks to lift her up to his plundering. A stream of cool air blew over her core just before his tongue swiped over her, settling on her clit.

  “Oh my God.” Her hands clutched the sheets so she wouldn’t dig her fingernails into his back.

  Slow licks from bottom to top had Cherry writhing in sweet agony as he entered her with a finger to massage the inside of her walls. She grew hot as her skin speckled with sweat.

  “You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, darlin’?”

  “Yes! Oh, Heart! Yes!” She squirmed, unable to stop bucking against his fingers.

  “You want more?”

  She gasped. “Please, Heart! Please … I need…”

  “I know what you need.”

  He inserted another finger and curled them, hitting something deep inside her that had her nearly bucking off the bed, moaning intensely. Digging her heels into the bed, she lifted her hips, offering him more, wanting more, and in response to her silent plea, he increased the speed of his pumping fingers while he continued to lick and kiss her clit. Cherry stood on that precipice once more and all she wanted to do was fly off it.

  Then something brushed her anus and she squirmed away at first, unsure of what his intentions were, but Heart was relentless. He continued his mind-blowing ministrations as he slipped a finger into her back hole. Far from hurting or diminishing her pleasure, it enhanced everything he was doing. All her muscles tightened as her orgasm approached and bliss wrapped around her. With a guttural groan, she came, embracing the white-hot lightning shooting through her body. Spasms reverberated along every nerve ending.

  When it was over, Heart withdrew from her body and went to the bathroom. The faucet turned on and the sound of water had her cracking her eyes open. She still panted as her heart thundered from the force of the orgasm she’d just experienced. The feeling was addictive. Heart came back to the bed and wrapped his arms around her to pull her in close. She was glad he didn’t say anything.

  She must have fallen asleep because sometime later she was jostled back to awareness as Heart rose from the bed to leave the bedroom. Thoughts played through her mind, and every emotion under the sun suddenly slammed into her, led by the most powerful one of all.

  Guilt.

  Perhaps she understood her mother a little more. If what she and Heart had done had only been the tip of the iceberg, just teasing, as he had put it, she could only imagine how good making love would be. And that thought really scared her. Heart had the power to change her and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that change.

  She rose and dressed, wanting to talk to her sister about what she’d just experienced with Heart.
Everything was quiet in the house as she opened the bedroom door and eased out into the hallway. Her nerves were strung tight as she descended the stairs. Snores came from one of the couches in the large family room. Her goal was the door, but the sounds of footsteps had her scurrying to a closet. She did not want to be caught sneaking about.

  “Did Cherry tell you anything?”

  Her name caught her attention.

  “Not yet,” Heart replied. “Give me a few more days with her and she’ll be tellin’ me everything.”

  “We need that evidence,” Wick said. “We may not always agree with Kix and The White Death’s motives, but they are family.”

  “What happens if she doesn’t turn that flash drive over? If we’re forced to back away from Kix?”

  Wick sighed. “Then I guess we need to reevaluate our priorities. Take a step back and reload the values that founded this club. Aim for a way to give our old timers a peaceful retirement and our younger generation a reason to stay.”

  “Are you sure we shouldn’t be doing that now?”

  There was a slight pause and Cherry strained to hear Wick’s answer.

  “I never wanted to get into bed with meth running,” Wick finally replied. “It’s too dangerous nowadays. Addiction is a high priority now for the Feds, and it doesn’t take much for the ATF to come seeking a fire if smoke is being blown. But we put it to a vote and at the time, most wanted the easy money.”

  “I’m not quite sure if that’s what they want now.”

  “Nope, I’m thinking you’re right. Darrell has been talking to many of them and he’s adamant we need to break ties.”

  “Cherry might just be the excuse you need. Especially if Mac can’t erase the data.”

  “I think he’ll be able to do that, but she’ll still have hard physical evidence linking Kix’s name. For my sister’s sake, I want that gone.”

  “I hear you,” Heart replied. “I’m thinkin’ Cherry must have stashed that flash drive in the cabin. We didn’t go anywhere else, so she didn’t have the opportunity.”

  “Come back to my office,” Wick said. “Let’s make a back-up game plan.”

  Cherry waited until they were gone before opening the closet door. Ignoring the snores sill echoing in the room, she hurried out of the house toward the garage, making sure to stick with the shadows. The garage was dark, but the moon provided enough light to help her find her sister, wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping on a dilapidated couch that was pushed into a corner.

  “Church,” she whispered, shaking her sister’s shoulder.

  “Cherry? What is it?” Her sister half sat up, grogginess in her voice.

  “I think we should leave.”

  “What?”

  By now, the sleep was fading from Church. She scrambled to her feet.

  “I think we should leave here,” Cherry reiterated.

  “You got the flash drive?”

  Cherry patted her pocket and nodded.

  “Good girl,” Church murmured. “We need to go to St. Louis. It’s the closest FBI satellite station.”

  “All right,” Cherry said. “But before we turn this over, I want to do some editing.”

  “Editing?”

  “Yes. I want to protect The Forgotten Rebels and The White Death.”

  “Why?” Church demanded. “They’re ready to kill you.”

  “No, they aren’t. They’re good people, Church, who are trying to help their people. I don’t want to hurt them. Will you help me first before we turn the flash drive over?”

  Slowly, Church nodded and Cherry grasped her sister’s hand. She didn’t want to leave Heart, but what other choice did she have? Wait until he seduced the flash drive from her? She’d had it in her pocket the whole time, of course, but she followed Church’s lead in saying it was hidden. Perhaps part of her knew Heart’s apparent interest in her was all made up. A ruse to get her to turn over the evidence. She tried hard to ignore the fact her own heart was bleeding from the knowledge that he really didn’t have any feelings toward her.

  Regardless, however, it was good to have her sister happy with her once more.

  Chapter Ten

  Warren Cabot drummed impatiently on his desk. He had a shit ton of work to do, and a meeting in about half an hour, but none of that seemed to matter as he thought about his ex-secretary, Cherry, and the serious shit power she held in her tiny hands. Masterson had missed in his second assassin attempt, and now, all Warren could do was sit and wait for an update on her location.

  Fuck!

  How could he possibly work with knowing at any moment everything he’d worked for, his entire life, could come crashing down around his feet? Damn Cherry and her moral streak of goodness. Perhaps it was time to accelerate his plans and retire early to the Marshall Islands. He could enjoy his millions sitting on a beach, sipping tropical cocktails, and not giving a shit over profit margins and DEA restrictions.

  Only Cherry had taken evidence he’d hadn’t yet destroyed, thus proving his hands had in fact, dipped in the cookie jar. He hadn’t trusted Kix Rockwood one bit with his cut, so he’d wanted to go over the transactions with a fine-tooth comb to make sure he wasn’t being cheated. Well, he’d learned his fucking lesson. Never give a password to his fucking secretary. Yes, he could simply walk away right then and there, but the thought of how much money he could make from his partnership with The White Death lured him back from the retirement fantasy time. Just a few more lucrative runs and he’d have enough money to live happily in the Pacific Islands being catered on hands and feet. Yet in order to bring that happily-ever-after to life, he had to get that evidence from Cherry and eliminate her threat. Of course, if worse came to worse, it was comforting to know there was no extradition treaty between the States and the Marshall Islands. A win-win situation all around, but first, he wanted that money.

  His cell phone rang and he quickly grabbed it off his desk. The caller ID screen said Private Number.

  “Cabot here.”

  “I’ve located her,” Masterson said through the phone line. His gravelly voice seemed extra hoarse through the connection.

  Satisfaction sluiced through Warren. “Try not to lose her again. Have you taken care of it?”

  “Not yet but I’m watching her movements. She’s ensconced behind a concrete wall, surrounded by a biker group called The Forgotten Rebels, located in Stevens.”

  “Never heard of the place or of them, but I don’t rightly care. That woman has the potential of costing me a lot of money.”

  “You?” Masterson asked. “I thought she was a threat to the company, selling medicine formulas.”

  “Oh, right! Yes, yes. That’s what I meant by costing me, as in me of the company because if Cabot Pharmaceuticals goes bankrupt, then everyone loses their jobs.”

  “Hmm,” Master said noncommittally.

  “By the way, perhaps we need Cherry alive.”

  “Reason?”

  “What if she’s hidden the information? We need to find out where it is.”

  “Yes, that does make sense.”

  “If you can get her, then take her to CWS building and hold her until I can join you. I’ll take great pleasure in punishing my ex-secretary for crimes against me.”

  “And by that you mean ‘me as in the company’, right?”

  “Of course,” Warren assured. “After all, I’m the CEO of my grandfather’s company. I am the face of Cabot Pharmaceuticals.”

  Masterson didn’t say anything. He simply grunted in agreement and disconnected the call. As Warren slipped the phone into his pocket, he felt a little calmer knowing Cherry wasn’t actively pursuing turning over the evidence to the feds. And if she dared tried to leave the little haven she had placed herself in, Masterson would be there to escort her into his waiting arms. Warren grinned. With Cherry checked off, all he had to worry about was taking apart his hard drive and destroying it.

  No more evidence meant no more potential indictment.

  ****

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sp; Heart gave a huge yawn as he trudged up the stairs. His chit chat with Wick had lasted far longer than he had anticipated, going from one topic to another. They’d been good friends for a long time, far longer than their time in The Forgotten Rebels. Darrell had been their main topic, and Wick had opened up not only on the man’s contentious return but on the hell Abbott had gone through. He, personally, was on the fence about making and selling meth. He liked the money but he saw the downfalls of providing such a service. The Rebels were going to have to reevaluate the business proposition with The White Death, and it would have to be soon.

  As he approached the room, he couldn’t help but think about Cherry’s passionate response earlier. The woman had been made for fucking, specifically fucking him, and his blood heated up just thinking of what he’d introduce to her next. He respected her belief to not have sex until her wedding night, but he took it more as having vaginal sex. Just the thought of fucking her ass made him hard as concrete. He opened the bedroom door, expecting to find her sound asleep, but all he saw was an empty room.

  “Cherry?” he called out, knowing full well she wouldn’t be under the bed or in the closet. Still, he walked into the darkened bathroom, flipped on the light and looked in the empty shower stall.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. He left the room and stomped downstairs and out of the clubhouse toward the garage. One glancing sweep inside showed Church was gone, and if one was gone, they both were.

  He turned on his heel and headed back inside, this time heading directly to Wick’s office. The man wasn’t there, as he figured. Wick now slept at his house, apart from the clubhouse, which had been a condition of Abbott. Not that Heart blamed her. The poor girl had almost died from the drugs floating around the men, so the last thing she wanted to see was the substance that almost ruined her life. Heart pulled up the small surveillance video that Wick had installed after Abbott’s break in and scrolled through the footage. The camera was aimed at the front gate and it didn’t take long for Cherry and Church to appear on it, clearly leaving the compound and heading for a nearby parked car. Church hotwired the engine and seconds later they drove off.