by Emily Minton
As he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds me up with one hand and the power of his body. He moves his other hand between us and pulls my shirt over my head before sliding his hand between my legs. Within seconds, I am moaning my need against his lips.
“Thank God,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He moves his hand to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and dragging down his zipper. A second later, his already hard cock is nestled between my wet lips. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t bother to ask permission, just slams into me.
My head flies back, banging into the door, as pleasure and pain zip through my body. I tighten my legs around his hips, letting him do all the work. He glides in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot with each and every thrust.
Within minutes, I am panting with anticipation. He doesn’t touch me, nothing more than his hand cupping my ass against the door. His hard length is doing all the work. Every time he draws out of me, he pulls another moan from me. When he thrusts in again, I cry out in ecstasy, knowing my orgasm is just around the corner.
I try to hold back as long as I can, but I don’t think I will be able to. His need for me combined with the feel of him inside me is almost too much to take. Looking down at him, I see he’s staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes.
I reach up and fist his auburn locks, running the strands through my fingers. Van releases his hold on my ass long enough to lower the front of my bra, the cups pushing my breasts into his face. Lowering his head, he takes my nipple into his mouth, pulling and sucking on the hardened peak. Each tug brings me closer and closer to release.
Moving to the other side, giving it the same torturous pleasure, he brings his hand back between our bodies. As he caresses my swollen clit, I feel my pussy start to clamp down on his cock. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, the pressure building so high within me, he gives it a hard pinch, and I come undone.
Screaming out his name, I ride out the intense waves of my orgasm. Van groans as my pussy tightens around his hardness. He powers through, giving a couple more thrusts before following me over the edge.
Catching our breaths while the aftershocks fade away, I pull Van close, holding him to me. “That was fucking amazing.”
Holding me until my legs aren’t so shaky, he says, “I don’t think there will ever be a time between us that isn’t amazing.”
Knowing we don’t have much time before Cline comes home, I pull out of his arms and walk over to my clothes. Picking up my shirt, I pull it over my head and then bend down to get my panties and shorts. As I stand back up to fix my clothes where they were turned inside out, I notice that there isn’t much movement from Van.
I turn my head to look at him, wondering why he isn’t in a bigger rush to get dressed and see the look of lust on his face as he stares at my naked ass. Even though we just had sex, he looks like he’s seconds from grabbing me again. I turn around and look down his body, seeing that he is standing at attention once again.
“Did you not get enough the first time?” I ask, shocked that he is ready and willing to go another round, especially when there’s no time for it. Not that his body has much to do with that, but he’s not even trying to get dressed.
Van moves his eyes back up to my face before answering. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
I shake my head, raising my hand up and reminding him of something he already knows. “Cline will be home in just a minute.”
He walks over to me, reaches out, and pulls me to him. “With you bent over, my cum dripping down your leg, it made me hard all over again. All I could think about is bending you over something and taking you hard.”
I’ll admit, that does sound really good. “Well, you’ll just have to bend me over something later.”
A smile covers his lips as he says, “Oh, you better believe that’s something I plan on doing real soon.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Veronica
My eyes scan the clubhouse, looking around to make sure everything is just right. The old ladies went all out, making sure there is food for everyone. Cline and I did our fair share of cooking, making five side dishes and three desserts. Luckily, the brothers are handling the meat on the grill. They are cooking hotdogs, burgers, chicken, ribs, and even steak.
Brass has gone to pick up Dad. He’s finally coming home today, and I want everything to be perfect. I haven’t seen him in months. I haven’t even talked to him in weeks, not since before he went to jail when we talked about me coming here. Today, I will finally be able to wrap my arms around my daddy and let him know how much he means to me.
“You need to calm the fuck down, baby,” Van says as I move the side dishes around for the tenth time.
“I’m nervous,” I tell him, letting him hear my fear.
“I know, but you still need to calm down,” he states, sounding exasperated.
I want to see my dad, can’t wait to see him, but a part of me is scared out of my mind. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him about Van and me. If he’s pissed that I’m with Van, I’m not sure what I will do. There is no doubt in my mind; I would not turn my back on Van and Cline. I just don’t know how I will handle whatever shit he might throw our way. Even worse, I have no idea how Van will react.
As a member of the Riot MC, I know he has to listen to his President. If Dad doesn’t allow him to claim me, he won’t have any choice but to turn his back on me. If he doesn’t, he won’t have his cut anymore. That is something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
“What if Dad makes you let me go?” I ask, the question having been weighing on me for more days than I can count.
Before Van can answer, Dad walks in the door. All my worries disappear. I rush toward him, throwing myself into his arms. He pulls me in close, placing a kiss on the top of my head. No matter how old I get, I will always feel like a little girl when I am in my Daddy’s arms.
“I missed you, Daddy,” I whisper, not wanting anyone else to hear. “I missed you so much more than you can imagine.”
When I was in boarding school, the kids used to pick on me for calling my father Daddy. Not liking the constant teasing, I forced myself to think of him as Dad. The next time he came for a visit, I called him Dad for the first time. The pain in his eyes, a look that tore my heart apart, made me realize all those kids and their bullshit didn’t mean shit to me. He was my Daddy and would be until the day I die.
“I missed you, too, sweetheart,” He whispers, tightening his arms around me. “I’m hoping I won’t have to miss you again.”
I instantly know what he’s saying. Dad doesn’t want me leaving Cotton Plains, doesn’t want me living in Chicago anymore. He wants me close, wants to be part of my life on a regular basis. Well, I couldn’t agree with him more.
“You will never have to miss me again,” I promise, giving him a tight squeeze.
He finally pushes me back, not quite letting me go. He looks over my shoulder, lifting his chin to someone. A second later, Van’s arms are wrapped around me, pulling me away from my father.
As soon as his arms are empty, Cline rushes him. He has her off the ground a second later, laughing as she peppers his face with kisses. Seeing them together, I’m reminded of myself as a little girl. A knot forms in my throat as a wave of love crashes through me.
Cline isn’t usually allowed in the clubhouse. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever see her here. Today is different. This isn’t a regular club party; today is about family. Van let all the boys know to keep their shit to a minimum and made sure all the club women stayed away.
Dad and Cline start talking. He listens to every word as she tells him everything she has done while he was away. He laughs when she tells him about feeding Denver cupcakes. He places a kiss on her cheek when she promises to make him some soon.
“I never would’ve thought that this would be a good idea,” Dad says, looking at Van and me. “Never im
agined it before, but I have to say, if anyone is the right person for my little girl, it’s you.”
I look back to Van and whisper, “What is he talking about?”
Van smiles down at me but doesn’t answer my question. “Just listen, darlin’.”
“When he told me he was claiming you, I wasn’t sure what to think. I was pissed any man thought they were good enough for you. You’re my baby girl, too fucking perfect for any man.” Dad smiles at me. “Then, I realized that if anyone could make you happy, it would be him and Cline. Also realized you’d be staying in Cotton Plains. Gotta admit, I love that thought.”
I didn’t have a clue that Dad even knew anything about Van and me. I should’ve known that Van would tell him about us. Not only because I am the President’s daughter, but because Van respects him so much and wouldn’t want to go behind his back.
Cline wiggles out of my dad’s arms and rushes over to me, wrapping her arms around my thigh. “Are you staying, Ronni?”
When I first got here, Van explained that I would only be staying with them a little while then would be heading back to Chicago. She was okay with that at first, but over the last week, Cline has asked me to stay a million times. I haven’t known what to say, because I wasn’t sure how Dad would react to Van and me being together. Guess that just changed.
I pull out of Van’s hold and bend down to Cline. “Is it okay with you if I stay with you and your daddy?”
“Yes!” She wraps her arms around me and shouts, “I love you, Ronni.”
Tears fill my eyes as I hug her tight. “I love you, too, sweetie.”
When she finally pulls away, I realize Dad and Van are no longer standing beside us. I was so lost in the moment, I didn’t even notice them walking away. My eyes scan the room, wondering where the hell they went.
Cline taps me on the leg. “Where did Gramps and Daddy go?”
“They had something they had to do,” I answer, not knowing what else to say. “They’ll be back in a little bit, honey.”
Before she can ask anything else, I see a couple of prospects bringing in trays filled with meat off the grill. Everyone flocks to the food, filling their plates as if they were starving. My stomach lets out a noise, reminding me I haven’t eaten anything today.
“Do you want to go with me and grab something to eat?” I ask, not willing to wait for Dad and Van to get back.
She nods her head and grabs my hand. “I want some peach cobbler.”
Cline and I made four cobblers last night: one apple, a cherry, and two peaches, since that is both her and Van’s favorite. We ate one last night but made her wait to tear into the other one. She has been asking for some since we got here.
“How about we grab a burger first?” I say, knowing she needs something other than sweets. “Then, you can have some cobbler.”
She agrees, and we make our way to the food. It only takes a minute to fill our plates. When we’re done, I realize all the tables are filled with bikers and their families eating. I look around the room, trying to find a place for us to sit down.
“Over here,” Milly shouts from the other side of the room.
Cline runs to her, already digging into her food before I can even reach the table. I take my seat, looking around the table to see it filled with old ladies. I’ve only met a few of them, some nice and some not, but I still feel comfortable. These are my people now. They always have been really, since Riot MC blood runs through my veins.
Looking down, I realize that Cline has only taken one bite of her burger and hasn’t even touched either of the sides I put on her place, while she has nearly eaten all of the peach cobbler she got.
“I know you love peaches, but you need to eat a little more of your burger or some of the macaroni and cheese,” I instruct, knowing it is not going to make her happy.
“Fine,” she mumbles, wearing an adorable little girl pout.
A minute or two passes before Milly leans over and whispers, “Glad you’ve decided to stay. That little girl needs a momma to watch over her.”
I start to remind her I’m not Cline’s momma, but the words just won’t come out. I may not have given birth to her, may have missed the first six years of her life, but I’m the closest thing she has to a mother right now. Until her mom gets her head out of her ass, I’m going to enjoy every minute of filling that role.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Van
We make our way to Tito’s office, all of the officers following us. Tito takes his seat behind the desk, and I plop down in one of the empty chairs. One by one, all the officers enter the room ‘til Brass finally comes in and shuts the door.
“It’s fucking good to be home,” Tito says, leaning back in his chair. “Right now, I want nothing more than a cold beer and some warm pussy, but that’s gonna have to wait. We have shit that needs to be dealt with.”
“Can’t help you with the pussy, but I can’t get you a beer,” Taz says as he walks over to the fridge and pulls out a beer, tossing it Tito’s way.
He immediately pops the top and takes a drink, downing half of it in one long gulp. By the look on his face, it must taste like liquid gold. I get it, been there before. I understand how it feels and get the need that is eating him alive right now.
Last year, I had to spend ninety days inside for a piss ant assault and battery charge. The first thing Brass did when he picked me up was hand me a joint. By the time we got to the clubhouse, I was flying high. I spent the next few hours with one of the club whores then spent the rest of the night sitting at the bar.
I’m not an addict. I may like to drink and enjoy a good smoke, may even feel the need to do a line now and again, but I don’t have to have any of it to survive. For me, it was all about doing what I want to do, when I want to do it.
“That covers one of my thirsts,” Tito says, setting the beer down on the desk.
The brothers and I share a laugh before I move on to business. “Erin taught Ram how to make our phones untraceable.”
Ram explains how the phones work, using words I don’t even understand. He goes on and on, making me want to use my fist to shut him up. By the time he’s done, Tito is rolling his eyes.
“I know what you mean, brother, so I don’t need a blow by blow,” he says, motioning for someone to bring him another cold one. “We can talk about all this shit later. I want to hear about the fucking asshole that thinks he can just kill off my girl.”
Walker quickly updates Tito on everything we learned from Miles. He goes into detail about the drug dealer, letting me know that he has a good handle on the shit. He tells him about the guy he paid to take Ronni out then explains the shit with the loan shark. We all throw ideas back and forth, finally deciding to send Taz to Chicago and put a bullet in the drug dealer that took money to kill Ronni.
“The loan shark is a different story,” Walker states with a shake of his head. “Getting rid of some drug slinging piece of shit may be simple, but we’re not gonna be able to take out Benny Gillespie that easily.”
“He’s right about that,” Ram agrees, lighting up a smoke. “I did some research on the man when we found out he was looking for Veronica to pay her brother’s debt.”
“That fucker isn’t her brother,” Tito growls before I can get the words out.
Ram simply nods then goes on to explain what he has learned. “Gillespie’s not a made man, but he has connections to some powerful families. Those connections seem to have his back every time he gets his ass in a sling.”
“Care to explain?” Walker asks, his voice hard.
“He’s been indicted on five different murder charges, in three different states, but not one of them has stuck. He’s a person of interest in over a dozen more,” Ram explains, taking a drag off his smoke. “I couldn’t even count how many other charges he’s had against him, but he’s never spent one fucking night in jail.”
“You got any suggestions?” I ask, tension filling my body
.
Ever since he told me about the loan shark, I have been racking my brain trying to figure out a way around this shit. I’ve come up with a million ideas, but none of them are really going to fix shit. I realize we can’t go to him guns blazing, but that’s what I want to do. Every instinct in me is screaming for me to do anything I have to do to make sure my woman is safe.
“We can go to war with the bastard, but as much as I hate to admit it, I don’t think it’s a war we’re gonna win,” Walker says, walking over and propping himself against the corner of the desk. “I fucking hate to say it, but I really think we should pay this fucker off. That’s the only way we’re gonna know for sure he and his men will leave Veronica alone.”
I can see the anger on my brother’s face as he says his piece. It’s got to be killing him, even considering letting this asshole go again. Gillespie killed his brother and beat his mom. Walker has to want to take his ass out in the worst way.
“Even if we pull together all the club’s money, there is no way we could cover that dickhead’s debt,” Brass says from his spot on the couch.
“No, but Ronni could, or she will be able to soon, when she turns twenty-five,” I say, finally seeing a way out of this shit. “She’ll be able to cover it, with interest. Hopefully, that interest will keep Gillespie off her back until her birthday.
“Fuck,” Tito grumbles, twisting the top of the beer Brass just handed him. “She’ll do it, no questions asked, but I hate for her to even get involved in this shit.”
I agree with Tito. Ronni doesn’t need to be part of this. She’s been through enough already. I don’t talk to her about it, not unless she brings it up. Even then, I cut her off as quickly as I can. I don’t want her to spend another minute thinking about her stepbrother or the rest of her fucked up family. She has us now; she doesn’t even need to think about them.