End Game (Sinners MC Book 2)

by Jennifer Hanks

  He worked his way down my body, his beard brushing along my sensitive skin, causing my hips to snap up, craving his hardness when he shifted away.

  “Hang on, baby.”

  I slowly opened my eyes when my jeans were pushed down over my hips. He worked quickly, ridding me of my jeans and underwear and leaving me completely nude. He fell back on top of me and pressed his lips to mine, his kiss hard and bruising while he ran his hands over my hot skin. Reaching down, I reached into his jeans, hanging low on his hips, and wrapped my hand around his cock.

  He groaned and reached down, shoving his jeans and underwear over his hips. After he had them down, he pushed back up and leaned on his elbows, his eyes on mine. “Say it,” he growled.

  I knew what he wanted to hear. He wanted the words. He wanted me to admit how much I wanted him. Pushing up onto my elbows, I put my face close to his and licked my lips. When his eyes dropped to my lips, I barely held back the grin. “You say it.”

  He tilted his head to the side and shifted slightly back when I pushed to sit. We were both stubborn and had been battling since we met, but we both wanted the same thing this time. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he put his hands on my hips to lift me. With his eyes locked on mine, he slid us until my back hit the armrest.

  “I’m not asking you again, Josie.”

  Tired of this dance, I crushed my lips to his and slid my wetness over his hard cock. He groaned and reached between us, lined up his cock, and started to slide in. Tearing my lips from his, I dropped my head back, and I moaned long and loud when I felt the tip of his cock stretching me. I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and I’d never been with a man this size, but I still couldn’t remember a time it felt this good.

  “Fuck.” He cursed and shifted back.

  My head snapped forward, and I watched him pull out his wallet. “What are you doing?”

  “Condom.” He quickly slipped one from his wallet and tore it open with his teeth.

  I ran my hands over his chest while he slid it on, more aroused by watching and gasped when he lifted my hips and slid into me. There were no sweet words. I was lost in the pleasure he was giving me with his hard, rough thrusts over and over again. We kissed while he shifted the angle of my hips and hit a place inside me that I’d heard about, but no one had ever found.

  I moaned and tore my lips from his, but he didn’t move his face away. He liked to be close and intimate. That was obvious when he laid his forehead against mine.

  “Need you to come.” He pulled out and pushed into me with a sharp thrust.

  When I didn’t respond, he pulled out, flipped me over, and drove back in. My back arched at the change of angle, and I grabbed the armrest of the sofa when he lifted my hips and drove in deeper and harder than before.

  That was all it took.

  I threw my head back and called out his name, lost in the oblivion of my own orgasm but alert enough to feel him thrust two more times before dropping his mouth to my shoulder. I didn’t protest when I felt a sting along the top of my shoulder. I couldn’t. I felt the same need, and at that moment, I knew he’d destroyed me for other men.

  Slowly coming down, I dropped my head to the armrest and felt him slide to the side of me. I hated this part. I hated feeling awkward and unsure of where we were supposed to go from here.

  A cold rush of air floated over my skin a second before a slap landed on my ass, and I squealed. Looking to my side, I met his eyes, and he lifted his eyebrows as if challenging me to say something.

  I met that challenge. “What the hell was that?”

  “Don’t ever do that shit again.” When my eyes widened, he continued. “The stunt you pulled tonight could’ve gotten you hurt or killed.”

  I jerked my head back. I guess I didn’t have to worry about the awkwardness after sex because this would be easy. I was throwing him out. Sliding my knees off the couch and onto the floor, I grabbed a blanket from the chair and wrapped it around my shoulders before standing. I needed to gain some footing, and I wasn’t going to do that standing naked in front of him. Looking around, I found my panties, snatched them off the floor, and pulled them on, all while he lay on the couch watching.

  “Time for you to go.” I gestured toward the door, where my shirt and bra still lay.

  His eyebrows rose slowly. “That’s not what you want.”

  “You don’t know me well enough to know what I want.” I pulled the blanket tighter around myself.

  He snorted. “Think I know you pretty well now, sweetheart.”

  “Then you know that I don’t like you and that”—I pointed at the couch—“was a mistake.”

  He stood slowly, and I tried not to watch while he slid off the condom. I tried, but I was still a woman, and he was incredibly sexy. “Bathroom?”

  I pointed toward the hallway behind the kitchen, and he turned, heading in that direction, only stopping to grab his shirt from the floor. I watched while he swaggered back the hallway, unsure how the hell his jeans just didn’t slide completely off, considering he hadn’t snapped them yet. A shiver ran through my body just as he turned into the bathroom, and I rushed around the room, grabbing my clothes. I was dressed and in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water before he even returned.

  I heard my cell phone alerting me of a text and glanced around the room, finally seeing my purse underneath the small table by the door. I had no idea how it had gotten there unless one of us had kicked it. I set my glass on the counter and walked toward the door, grabbed my purse and pulled my cell from inside.

  Bull: Home yet

  Glancing at the screen, I saw it was a little after eleven. Dammit. What was I supposed to tell him?

  “Who’s that?”

  My head snapped up when I saw Bear standing in front of my kitchen island with his hands on his hips. I wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but I also really wanted him to go. Telling him something wasn’t his business would most likely lead to yet another argument.

  “Bull,” I replied. “He told me to text him when I was home so he could come over.”

  His jaw hardened. “Where did you tell him you were?”

  “Out with a friend from work.”

  He shook his head. “And he believed you?”

  “I’m an honest person.”

  His scowl slowly turned into a smirk. “You lie to me all the time.”

  I knew he was referring to what I’d just said. I was starting to read Bear more clearly, and he wanted me to admit that I’d been lying when I told him I didn’t like him. But I hadn’t been lying. I still wasn’t sure I liked him. It didn’t matter that my body liked him as much as it did.

  I refused to play this game with him and lifted my cell to type out a message to Bull, not caring at all that Bear moved to stand behind my shoulder.

  Me: Just got here.

  Bull: On my way.

  Turning, I faced Bear and gestured toward the door. “You should go.”

  He tilted his head to the side. “You think I care if he knows I was here?”

  I shrugged. “Probably not, but Bull may not be the only person who knows that.”

  He studied me closely before he leaned down a little, putting his face closer to mine. “You afraid?”

  “Of you?” I asked, needing clarification. “Or the Widows?”

  He wrapped his hand around the side of my neck, and his thumb stroked the skin just below my chin. As much as I hated to admit it, that felt good, and his concern felt even better, but it would be short-lived, so I needed to end this now.

  “Either,” he replied quietly.

  I took a deep breath and exhaled. “No. Bull’s doing a great job of making sure I never feel fear.”

  He jerked back just as I suspected he would, but he continued to study me and kept his hand on my neck. After what felt like minutes but was probably only a moment, he spoke. “I know what you’re doing, and I’m gonna let you have this since you seem to need it, but just know this, Josie, w
hen I want something, nothing stands in my way.” He leaned down and brushed his lips slowly over mine before pulling back slightly. “I’ll see you later, honey.”

  He took a step back and dropped his hand, turning and heading for the door before I even got my bearings. “Don’t call me that.”

  He chuckled and yanked open my door only to come face-to-face with Bull, who grinned as soon as he saw Bear. They didn’t speak, just gave those manly chin-jerks before Bear was gone and Bull was walking into my apartment.

  He’d barely closed the door before I held up my hand. “Don’t say a word.” But then something occurred to me. “Wait, how’d you get here so fast?”

  “I was in the parking lot.”

  “You saw us come in together,” I surmised.

  He didn’t confirm that, but he didn’t need to. “Told you this was gonna get fucked.”

  I dropped my head back and took another deep breath before facing him again. “You have no idea.”

  “I have a pretty good idea.” His grin turned into a shitty smirk. “Want me to make the coffee?”

  Watching him, I couldn’t stop the small smile, but I did decide to end this conversation before I said too much. “I’m going to bed.”

  He didn’t say anything, but he chuckled again as I made my way back to my bedroom. He wasn’t wrong. He’d said weeks ago that this was going to go this way.

  But I’d naively thought I could stop it.

  I just never considered I wouldn’t want to.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  BEAR

  I pulled my bike into the parking lot of Hanks, found a spot, and parked. Looking around the lot, I only saw a few trucks and an SUV, which confirmed what I needed to know; we would have privacy. It was Sunday morning, and Hanks wouldn’t open for several more hours to the public, but the owner was good friends with the boys from Elite and always allowed us to use the bar even when it was officially closed. Pike also worked security at this bar, which helped pave the way for these meetings. He’d become something of our middleman over the years, and I appreciated it.

  I swung my leg over the seat of the bike and stood, enjoying the cool morning air and sun on my skin. I loved this time of year when it wasn’t so fucking hot that even riding my bike was impossible or so cold that I couldn’t. When my dad selected this town to relocate and set up the club, he’d chosen well. The winters weren’t usually too bad, so even if the bike had to be stored, it was short-lived. As I walked across the lot, my mind betrayed me by once again focusing on Josie and not the business at hand. I hadn’t talked to her since Friday night, and I’d avoided her yesterday. I had the club to think about right now, and Josie proved to be a distraction I didn’t need, but I couldn’t get thoughts of her following that kid out of my mind.

  When I heard another bike, I paused and watched as Gunner pulled in and parked in the spot next to mine. He was off his bike and walking across the lot in no time.

  “Get held up?” I asked.

  He grinned. “You could say that.”

  Shaking my head, I yanked open the door. I knew what that meant. It was Sunday morning, and he had a very warm and willing female in his bed. Fuck, I would’ve been late too.

  The door slammed closed behind me, and we walked toward the bar and the men waiting for us. I hadn’t involved Luke in this because I wanted to handle this on my own as much as I could. Luke wouldn’t have been involved when it came to Josie if we hadn’t needed to call an ambulance. There were things I didn’t need the police involved in, even if we were friendly.

  Pike was the first to step forward and held out his hand. “Heard you can’t keep outta shit.”

  Grinning, I shook his hand. “You heard right.”

  He stepped to the side, and I jerked up my chin in the direction of Chris, Brody, and Kyle. I’d purposely asked Brody to bring Chris along, considering we had a connection and a situation we needed to take control of.

  “How’s Becs?”

  I faced Brody, not surprised he’d asked. “Doin’ better, so is the baby.”

  “Good.”

  I shifted, and my stare landed on Kyle. I wanted to get right to business. “You find anything?”

  Kyle nodded and sat back on his stool. He was a genius, and not just when it came to technology. We’d used his skills before, and he never let us down, so I expected the information he had today to be worthwhile. I was just hoping the information wouldn’t fuel the fire already burning between our clubs.

  “I did,” he confirmed.

  I leaned my hip against the bar, and Gunner shifted to stand beside me. “What do we know?”

  “Hawk’s real name is Duncan McConnell. About two years ago, he left the Air Force, moved to Colorado, and joined the Black Widows MC.”

  “Family?” I inquired.

  “Yep,” Kyle confirmed. “Although I will tell you he was tough to find, considering he has no social media or credit cards, but when I did find him, I learned a lot.”

  “Why’d he join the Widows?”

  Kyle smirked. “That’s the exact question I wanted you to ask.”

  Gunner frowned. “Why?”

  “Because I have a feeling it’s the best part.” Kyle pushed forward and rested his elbows on the bar top. “Duncan’s father used to be a Widow back before the Widows were controlled by Viper. Duncan was known to the club until he was about five years old when his mother took him, changed both their names, and went into hiding.”

  “Why the fuck did she do that?”

  “Can’t say for sure, but my guess was she felt she needed to distance her only son from the club and the man who killed his father.”

  “Who was his father?” Gunner’s voice dropped when he asked the question we both needed the answer to.

  “His father’s name was Bryson Smith.”

  I looked at Gunner, but he shook his head. I didn’t know that name either, but most of the men we knew through the Widows, we only knew by their road names.

  “What was his road name?” I asked Kyle.

  Kyle sat up straight. “Stone.”

  “Fuck.” Gunner cursed loudly, and I dropped my head. That was the last name we needed to hear.

  “Figured that was important, but I couldn’t find out who killed him.”

  “Viper killed him,” Gunner answered, and I nodded when he glanced at me. These men were getting us the information we needed, so the least we could do was fill in the blanks so they could protect themselves while they helped us. “He was VP at the time and wanted to be president. The only problem was, Stone already held that position. Viper looked at him as the only obstacle. According to Pop, Viper also had big ideas about how to run the club, ideas that involved the shit he implemented once he became president, including selling women and kids to the highest fucking bidders. Stone didn’t like his ideas, and instead, he wanted to run a club much like we have.”

  “How’d he kill him?” Pike inquired.

  “Shot him during a raid by a rival club,” I explained. “A raid Pop’s pretty sure Viper set up with promises for markers owed. He tried to play it off as an accident, but the Sinners and a lot of other clubs distanced themselves after that. Seems they knew the direction Viper was headed and weren’t prepared to go that way.”

  “That’s pretty fucked, man,” Kyle said.

  I nodded and concentrated on Kyle, impressed he was able to get the information he was. “How the fuck did you find out this much?”

  Kyle grinned. “I was able to get a hold of some text messages between Hawk and his mom. She wasn’t happy he’d joined the club his father had died for, but she supported him and his plan.”

  “Did he talk about his plan?” I asked.

  “No,” Kyle answered. “So I dug into his mom a little bit. She remarried, had a couple of kids, and settled down in the suburbs. Duncan’s still close to her and his half-brother and sister, but he definitely seems to have unfinished business and plans to amend that.”

  “He ever ment
ion Viper?”

  “Not by name, but his mom did and often. She was worried Viper would find out who he was.” Kyle laughed. “Honest to God, her best text was when she heard Viper died in the clubhouse after Nick blew it up.”

  “They mention anyone else?” Gunner asked, and I slapped my hand across the back of his shoulder. Gunner was a target just by being Viper’s son, no matter how innocent he’d been.

  Kyle’s smile dropped, and he faced Gunner. “They both know you. Know you’re a Sinner now, but don’t seem to know how you got out or why.”

  Gunner ran his hand over his forehead. “This shit gets worse.”

  “He say why he was in North Carolina in any of the texts?”

  “Nope, and when mom asked, he told her that was club business. Seems to me he’s taking his new job very seriously.”

  “Where is he now?”

  I directed my question to Kyle, but Brody spoke up. “What are you thinking?”

  I ran my hand over my beard. “I have no fucking clue what he wants.” Dropping my hand, I exhaled heavily. “And I’m tired of fucking guessing.”

  Pike narrowed his eyes. “What does that mean?”

  “Means, I may just pay him a visit.” Focusing on Kyle, I asked what I’d been wondering. “Is he still in town?”

  “Not as far as I can tell,” Kyle replied. “But from what I’ve gathered, he’s coming back. I can keep watching his texts and bank shit, and let you know when he’s back.”

  “I’d appreciate it.”

  “You think approaching him is the best way to go?” Pike asked.

  “I need to know what I’m up against, and I can’t get anything from the local group. They’re hiding out and keeping quiet, which isn’t like them, so I’m concerned.”