Raising her arms, she palms the wall, spewing fuck me between her moans. Watching her tits bounce adds to my arousal, and a moment later, reaching my orgasm, I drop her leg and lean over her as the pleasure courses through me. Another orgasm makes her pussy spasm around my dick, and I can’t help smirking at the equally exhausted and pleasured expression on her face.
“Next time, I’m coming in this tight ass.”
Using the wetness from her pussy, I finger her hole. Spreading her legs wider, she gives me better access. With her wayward grin, there’s no denying she wants me to stick my dick where my finger is. Closing her eyes, she indulges in the pleasure I’m giving her. With each stroke of my finger, I swipe my thumb over her clit, and her body shudders. The more I finger her hole, the more she moans, her body stretching. Fisting my cock, I work up another erection as I add another finger in her ass.
“Can you handle me, baby?”
Hazel eyes glance down at my growing erection, a questioning thought furrowing her brow.
“Yes. Just go slow at first, your cock is fucking colossal.”
Laughter rumbles out of my chest. Withdrawing my fingers, I take her thighs and flip her over. At first, I slide into her pussy, taking her from behind, massaging her back and ass cheeks as I thrust slowly. Pulling out, I hold the head to her ass, pushing in gently, then pull out when I feel her tense. Several more times, I ease in, stretching her, the friction already pumping blood to my cock, teasing at another orgasm.
Moans progressing, her body relaxes, taking me fully. With my cock buried to my balls, I fist her hair, pulling her head back. Sucking at her neck, the skin puckers after my bite. With her breathing heightened and her ass squeezing my cock, I quicken my pace, the tight, ribbed friction making me groan as my cock swells inside her. The sound of her ass slaps against my pelvic bone, and my eyes close, the rush of ecstasy taking over my body as I cum inside her.
My body falls above her, my arms on either side of her as I pull out and kiss her shoulder.
“Fuck… your ass feels even better, and I thought your pussy was incredible.”
Beneath me, she rolls onto her back, her beautiful smile etched into my memory.
“That felt so damn good. We need to make it a regular thing.”
My chin drops, the high of sex still lingering in every limb as a smirk curls the corner of my mouth.
“This is why you’re mine. You’re beautiful, strong, and kinky as fuck. You’ve reminded me what it feels like to want something good again.”
“You’re not broken.” She leans up on her elbow as I drop to my side, my fingers tracing the tip of a tattooed feather on her hip. “You might be scarred, but you’re still capable of having happiness.”
My fingers stop, my eyes jumping to hers.
“I’m not the same man I was. Losing Jenna did break me. There’s only one thing left that can give me closure.”
“You and the Kings... you’re planning to retaliate, aren’t you?”
“That’s club business, and club business is private.”
“Yet you discussed it in front of me. I believe you know you can trust me.”
Lifting her fingers, I bring them to my lips.
“I do, but that doesn’t change the fact I want you kept away from certain things.”
“Am I truly better left in the dark or better off being prepared for what’s to come?”
Rolling onto my back, I place my arm behind my head, staring up at the ceiling panel and the tiny nick in the corner, wondering what the right answer is. Turning my face to hers, I place my thumb on her tender lips, and she kisses it, her gaze as penetrating as it was before.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I don’t want to lose you too. I need you. Which is why I won’t ever share the worst of me. I don’t want you to ever stop looking at me the way you are now.”
Leaning over my chest, she cups my jaw in her hand.
“I want to be with you, which means accepting all of you. If we’re going to do this, we need to let each other in.”
Raising my head, my lips press to hers, my affection for her escaping between each breath of passion.
“You’re already in, deeper than I was prepared for.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DOMINIC
It’s been a while since I’ve shed blood. I can’t deny I’ve missed it. It’s why my cousin, Jake was my only choice for backup. If things go south, I know I can rely on him to handle the situation and do what it takes for us to survive. Crouching behind the wooded vegetation, twenty yards out from the Royals’ campsite, we watch them throw back hard liquor and listen to the sounds of their boisterous partying. Sitting on the edge of a truck tailgate is a thickly bearded man I’ve come to know as Rex. His legs are spread, his dick hanging out as a bike bunny blows his load. She must do something to piss him off. He shoves her off him and backhands her. She drops on her ass, her fists digging into the dirt. Dropping down from the tailgate, he fists her hair and shoves his cock down her throat as he tips his beer bottle back.
“That fucker. He’s the one,” Jake snarls. “He’s on the inside. He’ll have the information we need, and he’s a woman-beating drunk, who owes me blood.”
“Get comfortable. We’ll wait until they’re passed out, then take him.”
It doesn’t take that long. Twenty minutes or so after Rex forces the bike bunny to finish the job, he walks toward the woods to take a leak. We got lucky with this dumb fuck. Signaling to Jake, I motion for us to move through the woods after him. Pulling the knife from its sheath on my belt loop, I step as quietly as my boots allow. The blade of my knife tucks under the base of Rex’s shaft as my arm whips around from behind and covers his mouth. The man jolts, and Jake is there in front of him, the barrel of a gun pointed at his head.
“If you ever want to feel another pussy, you’ll keep your mouth shut.” Rex opens his mouth against my palm as if he’s going to shout, and I tighten the blade on his dick. A hoarse whimper vibrates against my fingers. “Be smart. Don’t test me. I’ll cut it off, slit your throat, and leave you here, drowning in your own blood.”
Jake puts a boot forward, pressing the gun deeper into Rex’s forehead.
“By the time the gunshot registers to your brothers we’ll be long gone. Cooperate, and you live.” Jake uses his free hand and pulls a set of cuffs out of his jeans pocket. “Put these on.”
Rex catches them and makes an “oomph” sound when my blade tightens on his balls. Complying, Rex cuffs his own wrist, and Jake fastens the other. Clasping his palm over the cuffs, Jake jerks Rex, and I shove the blade against his throat as we march forward. Several feet ahead, we lose the light of the campfire, so I flick on my cell phone flashlight to guide us.
“What the fuck is this, Castle?”
Gripping the back of his neck, I shove him forward, and he glances over his shoulder, glaring at me.
“Unless we ask you a question, don’t make a fucking sound.”
Behind us, a male voice calls out Rex’s name. Rex turns toward the voice, his lips moving as if he’s going to shout for help. The butt of Jake’s gun slams into Rex’s skull, and the man’s body twists awkwardly before collapsing on the ground.
Without having to say anything, Jake holsters his gun and tucks his arms under Rex’s as I tuck my hands under the man’s knees. Together, we carry him out of the woods, my cell dangling from my mouth, lighting our path.
* * *
—NIX—
Synne’s body is half covering me, her leg wrapped around mine like two snakes mating. Stretching my arm out, I do my best to reach for my vibrating cell without waking her.
“What’s the report?” I whisper to Max.
“Job’s done. Dom and Jake are on their way back. We’re meeting by Axel’s tailgate.”
The call disconnects, and I set the phone aside as I attempt to slide out from under Synne. My efforts are futile as she mumbles inaudible words, then her eyes blink a couple of times as she raises her head
to look at me.
“I need to meet with the Kings. I’ll be back soon.”
“What time is it?”
“Three-thirty.”
“Where are you guys going?” Her bottom lip puckers as I sit up and drop my legs off the side of the bed.
“Nowhere. We need to talk about some things.”
“About the job Dom and Jake were doing?”
“Don’t ask questions I can’t give answers to.” Leaning over, I kiss her, and she drops back down on the bed, the silver glow of the moonlight highlighting the round shape of her tits. Palming one, I caress over her nipple, and it hardens under my thumb. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
Wrapping her hand over mine, she moves it between her legs, and I rub at her clit until she’s breathing harder.
“That’s a promise.”
A shadow of a smile dances over her lips.
“I’m holding you to it.”
Before my cock gets any harder, I pull my hand away and comb the floor until I find my jeans and boots. With them on, I leave the camper, using my cell phone as a flashlight. Around the tailgate of Axel’s truck are my crew, and in the moonlit distance are two familiar figures walking toward us. Axel leaves his flashlight on and sets the phone on his tailgate, giving us more light.
Jake and Dom approach, my eyes dropping to the bloody knuckles of Dom’s fist.
“I’m glad you’re back, brothers. How’d it go?”
Jake hops onto the tailgate and removes his ball cap, rubbing the back of his head as he lets out a tired breath.
“We left him with his clutch and throttle hands, minus half a digit.”
Dom chuckles, then accepts a bottle of water Ink hands him. Moving between our circle, Ink hands one to Jake too.
“We got the information we needed,” Dom tells me, twisting the cap off the bottle and chugging half of it. “Their largest drug supply is being held in a repair shop. It’s distributed, loaded into vehicles, then driven to the drop points. It’s perfect for our plans.”
“Good. And the Royal?” I question.
“Rex won’t be talking, texting, or writing for at least six weeks. We broke his jaw and several fingers.”
“Fuck,” Ink mumbles, twisting one hand over the other.
Dom glances at Ink and grunts as if Ink needs to toughen up.
“Where is he now?”
“Unconscious and lying in a ditch outside a bar,” Dom shares. “It’ll look like he got in a drunken bar fight.”
“You guys did damn good. Get a good night’s rest. Tomorrow, we’ll begin plans for stage two.”
“Where’s Peach?” Jake asks, hopping down from the tailgate.
“In the spare tent,” I point toward it, and Jake veers off, his mind set on one thing now, his woman.
The crew splits, and I return to Synne, who’s half-covered under the blanket. Once I’m naked, she lifts the blanket for me to join her.
CHAPTER SEVETEEN
NIX
With Jake’s help, we roll my reaper onto the patch of pavement for the badass bike show. With the kickstand down and the Custom Ride tag hanging from the handlebars, I take the key and leave the bike. Three motorcycles down, Trevor and Max have prepared Trevor’s red devil for the show. Leaving the bike row, we move to the side of the crowd and rejoin the rest of our crew. Once the announcer says the show has started, our crew weaves in and out of the show bikes, admiring the custom work put into each road machine.
A familiar trike with custom front and rear tires, custom handlebar grips, and a killer black and blue teardrop paint job catches my attention, and that’s because I did every inch of bodywork on that bike. The owner, Jim, is standing behind it, answering questions from a fellow rider, and when he sees me, a grin slices through his lips and curves his mouth. Jim’s white-haired ponytail flops off his shoulder as he turns his head toward me, opening his tattooed arm out as I approach.
“This is the guy who did all the custom work. If you want anything done right, you go see Nix at Custom Ride,” he tells the man. “No one does a better job.”
Shaking the older man’s hand, I enter into a conversation about what he rides and what he’s looking to upgrade on it. My crew doesn’t go far, keeping an eye on my back as I’m busy talking business. In my periphery, I catch Royal back patches and the cold stare of Reed glaring at me over his shoulder as he and a few Royals pass by. My gaze follows Reed’s as he looks Synne up and down. She flicks him off, never peeling her gaze from his for a second. That’s my girl.
Reed motions to one of his guys, and under his arm is Angela, her expression sullen, her eyes full of fear. Reed blows a mocking kiss at me, then grabs Angela, jerks her to him, and grabs her ass. She doesn’t fight it like the woman I knew would. Reed shoves her back at the other Royal, and he puts his tongue down her throat. My stomach lurches when I see him pass her to another Royal, and that son of a bitch does the same thing. They’re passing her around like she’s the whole club’s pussy. Evidently, she got back together with Rex, and with him missing or in the hospital, she probably thinks it’s her only way to remain protected.
Giving the potential client one of my cards, I excuse myself and motion to my crew. Jake and Max flank my sides as I walk along the bike row.
“They’re using Angela as their club whore now that Rex is out.”
“Think they suspect us of fucking Rex up?” Max asks, his tone uneasy.
Keeping a distance, I pretend to look at the motorcycles while watching Reed and his crew.
“Nah,” Jake replies. “Unless he used his toes to spell Kings, they don’t know who beat the shit out of him.”
“I agree. That shit with Angela is a show of dominance. He has the woman who used to be mine.”
“What do you want us to do?” Jake stops next to me, glances over his shoulder to check on Liz, then leans back on his heels, arms crossed as he awaits my answer.
“Get one of our girls to follow Angela into a bathroom. We’ll offer her protection and cash to get out of town.”
“What about tonight’s job?” Max tucks his thumbs into his vest as he looks at me questioningly. “We can’t escort her out of town and get done what we need to.”
Running a hand over my facial hair, I click my tongue in frustration.
“You’re right. We’ll tell her to meet us tomorrow night.”
* * *
“It can’t be me,” Liz shakes her head, the lines around her mouth tight. “The moment she sees me enter the bathroom, she’ll bolt.”
“She’s right.” Jake shrugs his shoulders. “Angela will think Liz is coming at her to fight.”
At the edge of the massive crowd of motorcycle enthusiasts, our crew has claimed a picnic table, and I’m standing at the end next to Jake, Liz, Erika, and Dom. Glancing at Erika, I consider her as a choice, especially after what happened to her sister.
“What about you, Erika? Could you talk to her?”
Erika starts to speak, but Dom puts an arm around her. Her words fade, and she looks up at him with questioning eyes as he shakes his head no.
“She’s not getting involved.”
“All right. Fair enough.”
Synne, who’s been listening to our discussion, lowers her beer and stands from the end of the picnic table.
“I’ll do it. I’ll talk to this chick.”
My back goes rigid, and I nearly bite the inside of my cheek as my jaw clenches.
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Why?” Synne raises a brow, her lips thinning as she frowns. “Because she’s your ex?” My crew watches as Synne squares off to me. “Doesn’t matter. She needs help, so I’ll talk to her, let her know what you’re offering. I’m not going to lose my shit because you used to fuck her.”
Coming forward, I jerk her to me and rest my hands on her lower back. She softens, her tough exterior melting a coat. Dom, Erika, Jake, and Liz move away to give us space.
“I don’t like the idea of you
being anywhere near her. She’s a conniving bitch and will probably say something to piss you off or make you upset with me.” With her hands on my arms, she slips them under my T-shirt sleeves and caresses my biceps, the sensation easing some of my tension. “Plus, I feel like shit sending my girl in to talk to my ex.”
“Don’t overthink it. I’m just taking a message to her. Having run from the Sons, I can offer her some decent advice. And if the Royals see me follow her in, it’ll look like the new girl is threatened by the ex.”
Leaning my head against hers, I caress her back, and her muscles relax.
“I’ll never be able to say no to you, will I?”
Breathy laughter escapes her lips, and she licks them, leaving a sheen of moisture on my lips after I’ve kissed her.
“Not if I can help it.”
Lifting her chin, I stare back at the intricate blend of colors in her eyes.
“To be clear, I don’t have any love for that woman, but I don’t want to see her used and abused either.”
Eliminating the space between us, she slips her tongue between my lips, the passion she exudes stretching my cock.
“I know. It’s why you’re the amazing man you are.”
Putting my hand through her hair, I kiss along her cheek and throat, leaving an imprint of my lips on her neck.
“Be careful,” I whisper. “Max and Axel will stay with you. Don’t go anywhere without them.” I nibble her earlobe, and she releases a pleasured sigh. “I’m going to be a stressed-out motherfucker until you return to me. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers back. “But I love how much you care.”
With my fingers wound in her soft crimson waves, I kiss her temple. “I care a lot… more than you know.”
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