Deceived (Frontier Reapers MC Book 1)

by Brook Wilder

  All because of my wife, the love of my fucking life. Hell, I couldn't imagine loving someone more than I loved her right now.

  "Babe. Babe!"

  I turned toward my wife, looking at her arched brow.

  "Yes?"

  She motioned to the couple she was talking with.

  "I'm trying to introduce you, and you aren't paying me the slightest bit of attention."

  I slid in next to her and slipped my arm around her waist, pressing a kiss on brow.

  "I'm sorry. Please continue."

  She gave me a smile and made the introductions, some long-lost cousin that her mom had invited. I gave them my best grin before looking around the room, at the people who had gathered to celebrate our wedding. The entire club was here, all wearing their club vests that matched the one I was wearing. Laura had let me do so without question, laughing as she talked about how we had done the entire life thing backwards, with the pregnancy and all.

  I really didn't care. If she had said that she wanted to wait to get married, I would have waited forever. I wasn't going anywhere. I was happy where I was at, with her. The guys could rile me all they wanted to, but they would find out one day. My brothers would find out one day and understand my infatuation with my wife. Hell, I loved her more than my bikes, the club, all of it, and that was saying something.

  I spied Colby a few feet away, a beer in his hand as he conversed with a pretty redhead next to him. Something was vaguely familiar about her, something that I couldn't put my finger on at first.

  But then. Shit! That was a Blood Eagle. How the hell did a Blood Eagle get into my fucking wedding? For months, there had been no sign of Hector, though the club's presence was still in Paradise. We kept our distance, and I knew that Hector was not gone but biding his time until he could make my life a living hell again.

  Well the moment he decided that he would touch Laura was the day he became a dead man to me. And it was going to happen.

  But right now, I had to figure out who the girl was and what the hell she was doing here, with my brother. Didn't he know he was talking to the enemy? Had he brought her?

  "Brendan!"

  I turned at the sound of Laura's hiss, seeing that the couple we were talking with were staring at me expectedly.

  "What?"

  She glared at me, her irritation only making her look sexier in my eyes.

  "Rich was asking about your bike."

  I squeezed her waist and started in on my bike, all but forgetting for now about the woman I had seen talking with my brother.

  I would address that later.

  Epilogue

  Laura

  I sighed as I pulled my hair down from the bun, rubbing my head lightly to relieve the pressure. After a night of partying to the wee hours of the morning, and then the flight to Mexico, I was looking forward to having a few relaxing days with my new husband. Cancun was gorgeous, the resort even better, considering it was all inclusive. Rick and mom had surprised us with the honeymoon and I was excited about exploring.

  Tomorrow. We would explore tomorrow.

  Brendan came out of the bathroom and I giggled as he strode across the room, butt-ass naked, wearing nothing but a grin.

  "What?"

  "You are a mess," I said, my eyes roving over his body appreciatively. "It's not fair."

  "What's not fair?" he asked, looking down at his own body, his cock jutting out from his body in anticipation.

  I pulled my own robe off, showing off my pregnant body.

  "That I already feel like a beached whale and you look like a Greek god."

  He laughed as he closed the gap between us, his hands reaching to cup my full breasts. I was still learning about the sensitively of my body during pregnancy and gasped out loud as his hands touched them.

  "I am the one that is jealous," he said softly, his thumbs rubbing over my erect nipples. "Your body, fuck Laura, it's fucking gorgeous. I find myself wanting you all the fucking time. Do you know how fucking hard it is to ride on a bike with a permanent hard on?"

  I laughed this time, thinking about him shifting constantly.

  "That is a funny thought."

  "I'm glad you think so," he growled, his hands travelling down my sides and leaving little goosebumps in their wake.

  When they reached the apex of my thighs, I sighed, moving closer so he would touch the aching center.

  "Slowly," he said, his hands brushing over my mound. "We have all night."

  "I'm impatient," I groaned, my body on fire. "It's not polite to make a pregnant woman wait."

  He chuckled as he kissed the side of my neck, nibbling on my earlobe before moving his lips to my shoulder.

  "But it's fun to watch you squirm."

  I ignored him, my eyes fluttering closed as his fingers sought out the swollen nub between my folds. The pressure was delightful, and I whimpered when his lips found my aching nipple, tugging on it gently. All of my sensations were heightened, my nerves scattered, as his lips travelled down my stomach. I opened my eyes to watch him drop to his knees before me, my hands in his hair as I guided his lips to the area that needed his attention.

  "You want me there?" he whispered against my skin.

  "Yes," I sighed happily, my fingers clutching his hair. "Please, Mr. Morrison."

  He chuckled and blew on my mound lightly.

  "Yes, Mrs. Morrison. I aim to please."

  I whimpered as his tongue stroked my swollen nub, wondering if one day my legs would just collapse under the sweet, intense pressure. There was also something very erotic to see Brendan, my strong biker, on his knees, worshipping my body like there was no tomorrow.

  "I'm going to… oh!" I said, unable to form the words as the pressure increased along with his touch, as he stroked me with his tongue.

  "Come for me," he said softly, his fingers taking over as he looked up at me.

  I bit my lip and moaned as I let go, throwing my head back in ecstasy. The orgasm shook me to my core and I felt Brendan encircle me in his arms to keep me from ending up on the tiled floor.

  After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and pressed my flushed body to his, feeling his own need against my stomach.

  "What are you waiting for, Mr. Morrison?"

  He grinned and scooped me up in his arms, a squeal leaving me as he carried me over to the bed, depositing me carefully on the feather bedding.

  "I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Morrison."

  My body went flush with desire, my lower half instantly wet as he gave me a feral grin, climbing over me while stroking his cock lightly. For the rest of my days, I would never get used to this, never take this for granted. I reached up and touched his face with my fingers.

  "I love you."

  He smiled and entered me with one push, burying himself to the hilt.

  "Fuck!"

  I whimpered and wrapped my legs around his waist, angling my hips so that he could go deeper. Brendan groaned as he grabbed my hips and moved inside me, bringing me to another crashing orgasm, where I was screaming his name.

  "Fuck, yes!" he said roughly, picking up the pace. "Give it to me Laura."

  I clenched the sheets with my hands, taking him thrust for thrust. I wanted it all, everything he could give me and more, so much more. He pumped faster, and I clung to the sheets, screaming as he pushed me over the edge, before he went there himself, his harsh cry matching my own.

  For a moment we stayed there, suspended in the love and passion that was going to be our lives together, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, before Brendan pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me.

  "Damn!"

  "I second it," I said, my voice still shaky, my heart pounding. "What a way to start off our honeymoon."

  He chuckled and pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist.

  "I love you too."

  I grinned as my eyes drifted close.

  "I know."

  END OF BOOK 1

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  VERONICA

  Tony heaved one more time before collapsing on top of me, his sweaty body sticking uncomfortably to mine. I forced myself to think of another place than this, that I wasn’t lying on a cheap comforter under the heavy biker but instead somewhere warm, like Florida. I would be enjoying the sun as it soaked into my skin, cushioned by sugary white sand, without a care in the world.

  But that was just a silly dream, a way for me to escape what was the reality of my life.

  “Fuck,” Tony breathed by my ear, his sweat pooling against my chest. There was going to come a day when the overweight biker keeled over from a heart attack, but I could only hope and pray it wasn’t while I was under him. “You never fail to disappoint.”

  “Just doing my job,” I muttered. “Can you get off of me? I can’t breathe.”

  He grunted but complied, pushing off of me and standing, his dark eyes raking down my naked body. I rolled my eyes as his hand went to his cock, sitting up on the bed.

  “Your time is over Tony.”

  “I could go again.”

  I ignored him, pushing myself off the bed and brushing past him. I didn’t like to linger with any of them. That wasn’t my job. My job was to fuck them and leave them, moving on to the next one without so much as a thought to what I was doing. After four years, I had programmed myself to do just that.

  “Hey, come on Veronica,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me against him, his fetid breath causing my stomach to roll. While Tony wasn’t my favorite, he didn’t leave bruises like the rest, and if he wasn’t so big, I might have actually enjoyed the act. “We’ve got time for another round.”

  I pushed at his chest.

  “You can’t afford another round. Now let me go.”

  His cell vibrated on the table and he pushed me away with a growl, grabbing at it.

  “Go get cleaned up and get the hell out, then. I got work to do.”

  “Gladly,” I said, making my way to the bathroom where I had left my bag.

  Grabbing a wet cloth, I cleaned myself up, wiping down my body to get rid of Tony’s smell. I was a few hours from being able to shower the day’s stench, but the wet cloths I kept in my bag did enough of a trick to help me forget.

  Throwing the cloth in the trash, I stared at the woman in the mirror. The same freckled face stared back at me, with a riot of red curls that were thrown over my shoulder. I hated my long hair. It was thick and impossible to tame even on a good day, but the request – no, the demand – was that the guys liked it long, so I was unable to cut it the way I wanted to. Wide green eyes fringed by strawberry lashes seemed tired, impossibly tired, but there was nothing I could do about that now.

  I had a job to do.

  I gathered my clothes and slipped into them, before stepping into my boots. Today’s outfit: a pair of tight leather pants that hung low on my hips, complimented by a halter top that showed the expanse of my back. Some days I wore heels, but not today. My left ankle was killing me from a fall the night before and the boots seemed to protect it better.

  I fluffed out my curls and, after a few swipes of gloss, I grabbed my bag and stepped out, stopping short of the doorway as I heard my brother’s voice fill the air. Damn Tony. He couldn’t hear worth a damn, so he was forever putting his calls on speaker.

  “I told you to be ready tomorrow,” my brother said angrily as Tony wiped his face with his hand. “Screw this shipment up and I will gut you.”

  “I won’t screw it up,” Tony said, his hand shaking as he held the phone. “I know how important this is.”

  “Important?” my brother repeated. “This heroin shipment will bring millions to the club.”

  “I know, I know,” Tony reiterated.

  I edged along the doorway, mentally filing away everything I was hearing. Another heroin shipment. The Blood Eagles would be itching to get their hands on that kind of money.

  Tony swung his gaze over to me.

  “I got to go,” he said before ending the call.

  I straightened my shoulders and held out my hand.

  “My money, now.”

  His eyes grew hard as he threw the phone on the bed, but I refused to cower. The retaliation on his end would be ten times worse if he didn’t pay the club whore.

  “Yeah, whatever,” he finally said, reaching for his pants. “Next time I want double.”

  I laughed as he handed me a wad of bills, not bothering to count them.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “Get out,” he said, turning his back on me.

  I shouldered my bag and walked out of the room, stuffing the bills into my pocket. Tony would get over it and next week I would be back in his little hovel of a room, doing the same thing. Despite the fact I hated having sex with him, Tony was a regular customer, and he paid exactly what he was supposed to pay without giving any lip.

  I couldn’t say the same thing for the rest.

  The sun was shining as I stepped outside, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes as I started down the street. I fucking hated my life. The dreams about being on a beach… that was all crap. For four years I had been servicing the members of the Blood Eagles, passed around from member to member until they all became a blur. I had done things I wasn’t proud of, but now taking the money didn’t even bother me. I needed the money.

  Not that it was helping.

  Clearing my throat, I thought about my brother, Roger. He was the reason I was in this mess to begin with, selling his only sister to the club to settle his own debts. I had gone from a high school graduate with college on her mind to a prostitute. I had fought – oh, I had fought – the first few months. The bruises, the broken bones… they had taught me a valuable lesson quickly. I wasn’t going anywhere.

  So, I’d taken matters into my own hands. I’d started charging for my services, haggling with Hector Blackwood and the others on a price to buy my freedom and working on that goal. The problem was, they enjoyed changing their minds constantly. Just when I thought I was close on getting out, they would raise the price and I was stuck once more. I hated it. I hated them. I hated my brother.

  I turned down the alley, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders as I walked toward the small crappy apartment they let me have on the backside of the clubhouse. It was the only place I could get away for a while, forget who I was and how my life had ended up.

  But they were underestimating me as well. They might see me as a whore who did nothing but spread her legs, but I had been gathering their secrets for years.

  And now I was ready to sell them to their enemy in my own bid of freedom.

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