by KB Winters
Maybe the outlaw life wasn’t so bad.
When a black haired dude with a goatee shouted, “Hey Rizzoli,” that got my attention because that name had been an earwig of the worst type. I held my breath and watched the screen, waiting for Rizzoli to enter the frame and hoping like hell it was the guy from the photo. It wasn’t him, but this guy was clearly his brother. Maybe even his twin.
“What’s up, man?” Other Rizzoli had a wide grin as he greeted everyone with an overeager hug and handshake.
“Where’s Big Rizzoli?”
Other Rizzoli frowned but it only lasted a nanosecond. I knew they couldn’t show emotions in this kind of toxic, excessively masculine, environment. It was actually quite sad. “He’ll be here soon, said he had some business to take care of.”
“Yeah, probably meeting with the Feds,” I said to the screen, in the silent, air conditioned-comfort of my rental. I listened and made notes on everything I thought I might need to know about these guys. But mostly I was biding my time until the real Rizzoli showed up, the one from the pictures.
More than an hour had passed and the blonde wig I wore was starting to make me sweat even with the A/C on but finally the real Rizzoli appeared on the scene. Not in a red pickup truck but I didn’t expect it to be quite that easy. I was hopeful but definitely not expectant. I snapped a few photos of the car, the plates and the man. Lots of close ups in hopes that maybe Peaches could work her magic. He didn’t stay long, just long enough to take a duffel bag to a room in the back, drink a beer, grope a few girls and then he was gone.
There was a knock at my window and I jumped. I had a feeling I knew who it was, so I schooled my emotions and opened the window halfway. “Yes?”
Jag leaned down, forearms resting on the window’s edge. “What are you doing here? And what’s with the wig?”
“I’m doing recon. And Barbara has blonde hair.” He smirked and then slid into the passenger seat.
“Why are you doing recon here?”
I shrugged, staring off in the distance because I still didn’t know if the beef between Roadkill MC and Reckless Bastards was legitimate or for show. “Why not?”
“Come on, Vivi. You don’t really think Slauson sent me to kill you, do you?”
No, I didn’t. But Jag didn’t need to know that. “I don’t know, Jag. All I know is that I’ve been trying to get in touch with her and she hasn’t called me back.”
“And those two things equal me being a contract killer?” He was trying not to smile. I could hear it even though I wasn’t looking at him.
“It means we don’t tell each other everything and that’s how it should stay.”
“That’s not good enough. Tell me why you’re checking out Roadkill MC or I’ll go in there and ask them.” He was getting angry and even though my brain wanted to hurl insults at him, my nipples puckered and my clit swelled with desire. It was a real fucking conundrum.
“Because you’re such good friends? Go ahead.”
“So you can take off the minute I get out? I don’t think so, babe.”
“What are you doing here?” I was curious how he found me since I used an alias at the hotel and the car rental place, but I’d never ask. I knew he had the skills.
“You left in the middle of the night. Are you really that surprised?”
“My camper is at your place, Jag. I would have been back.” Eventually. Probably in the middle of the night. Again. “Someone who owns a red truck is a known associate of a member of this club. Happy?” That was sort of true.
He sighed and rested a hand on top of mine. “I should have told you even though I haven’t done any work for them in over six months. I called Slauson to see if she knew anything about your problem and the first I heard from her was that phone call.”
I held up a hand to stop him. “You know what? I shouldn’t have come to you. Let’s chalk it up to childish nostalgia.”
“Bullshit.” He bit the word out, hard and angry.
I sucked in a breath to give Jag a piece of my mind but a bullet pierced the windshield, whizzing between us and lodging in the backseat cupholder. “Shit.” I turned over the engine but the damn thing was so silent, I forgot it was running. “What the fuck?”
“Drive! Keep your head down!”
I had at least enough presence of mind to stomp on the accelerator. The moves were instinctive, just a way to put some distance between us and the source of the bullets. “It’s kind of hard to do both!” Driving with my head down kind of impeded my ability to see but with every stop sign I ignored, the sounds quieted until they stopped. “Holy fuck!”
“Did you see who was shooting at us?”
“Hell no but my guess is one of your Roadkill buddies.”
“Oh that’s right, find a way to blame me.”
“If you hadn’t distracted me then I would have been paying attention! Dammit!” I needed some time and some space to think. To figure out what to do next. “Where am I taking you?”
“Wherever it is you think you’re going.”
“I need to be alone. To think. Alone.”
“Too damn bad, girl. You’re not going to be alone for one damn minute until we figure out who the hell is behind these attempts on your life. Don’t like it, I don’t give a shit. Be pissed all you want but I’ll be glued to your side. Get used to it.”
Is that all it took to get me all hot and bothered? A hot biker bossing me around?
Sadly, yes it was.
“Say you understand, Vivi.”
I turned to Jag with a pissed off look. “You understand, Vivi.”
He smirked. “Smart ass.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jag
Since Vivi wasn’t eager to give me all the details of what the fuck was going on, I decided to do some digging on my own. I knew Roadkill had a few guys who did freelance wet work, but I still couldn’t find any connection to any of those assholes and Governor Blaise. Three hours and I couldn’t find shit. Less than shit and the person who had all the answers was two feet away from me. Vivi sat beside me with expensive white and gold headphones blaring a tinny guitar sound and that was the only sound she made. Other than the rapid click of her fingers over the keyboard.
“You’re staring.” She didn’t look up and her fingers never stopped. “Stop.”
“I’m not staring. I’m trying to see what you’re doing.” I laid my head on her shoulder and chuckled when she tried to shove me away. “What are you doing?”
“Working. What are you doing?”
“Trying to get this stubborn woman to tell me what she’s hiding from me.”
“What a bitch,” she deadpanned and turned the volume up on her music. I would have pushed the issue, but the doorbell rang.
I wasn’t expecting any company and I didn’t think anyone in Vivi’s life knew where she was. Then again, I had no idea if she even had anyone in her life. “I’ll get that, don’t worry yourself.”
“I won’t,” she shouted over the music in her ears.
“What’s so funny,” Gunnar asked when I opened the door with a chuckle, his adorable little sister smiling up at me from her car seat.
“Nothing. Come on in.”
“Thanks. Take this,” he shoved a frilly looking diaper bag into my arms with a grunt. “Damn kid needs a lot of shit.”
“Wait until she’s a teenager.”
“Yeah, thanks for that asshole.”
“Anytime. Beer? Should you be drinking with a kid?”
Gunnar grunted again and set the baby carrier down on the coffee table. “I don’t drink with her. She watches me drink and I wipe her ass. It’s kind of our thing.”
“So?”
“Beer me,” he said, bent over his sister and removing at least ten thousand different straps that kept her safe in that wicked contraption.
I was already on my way to the kitchen. “Any preference?”
“Something dark,” he shouted back.
“What about you, Vivi?”
“She’s gone,” Gunnar called out, sounding amused.
With two beers in hand, I went back to the living room and found that Vivi had slipped out. “She say anything?”
“Not one word.”
Figured. I wasn’t worried that she’d run off, mostly because I had her key fob. And her steering wheel. “What brings you by?”
“Cross says he might have a lead on those burned out pot fields. Needs you to dig and see if you can find any link to Roadkill.” Cross had been sure it was Roadkill MC from the start, but we had no proof. Yet. “Just do your digital voodoo shit.”
“I’m on it. How are things going with Maisie?” I nodded to the little girl, kicking and squirming in her seat when Gunnar picked her up and plunked her my arms.
“Being a single parent is hard as fuck, man. I give respect to women who do this shit, but I get it. She’s adorable and I fell in love with her the minute Mom put her in my arms. Every day something is different.” Gunnar sighed and his shoulders fell. “It would be nice if I could find someone trustworthy and not afraid of the MC to look after her.”
That was a problem for pretty much everything when you were in an MC. Girlfriends, housekeepers and any other personal care help was hard to come by because people feared the lifestyle. Feared retaliation from criminal wrongdoing and all other variety of bullshit that had no bearing on our lives. Mostly. “You need a professional agency or a personal recommendation.”
“Yeah thanks, Sherlock. I just need to fucking find someone but enough talking about me. How are things with you and Vivi?”
I took a long pull from my beer and told him what I knew. And what I didn’t. “She thinks I’m either working the government against her, or with Roadkill, but I can’t figure out how they’re involved or why she even thinks they are.” It was getting under my fucking skin that she wouldn’t tell me. Hell, she shared my bed but couldn’t share this.
“Do what you gotta do to find out, man. It could help figure out what the fuck Roadkill has been up to.” I knew Gunnar wasn’t trying to be a mercenary, that the club always came first. But it still pissed me off. “And the bullet in the windshield of that hippie mobile?”
I’d told him about our escape from the stakeout. “Another story involving Vivi spying on Roadkill at their HQ.” I wanted to be pissed off at her, but she probably had a point that my presence hadn’t helped in that situation. “Can’t confirm or deny it was Roadkill but it’s a safe bet.”
Gunnar nodded thoughtfully but I knew what was on his mind. He wanted me to do whatever it took to get that information from Vivi. And I would but it would be on my own time. “Keep her close. And get that info however you can.”
“It doesn’t work that like with Vivi.” A guy like Gunnar wouldn’t understand because he was a black and white kind of guy.
“I thought you said you didn’t know her.” Ignoring his accusatory tone, I switched Maisie into my other arm.
“Not since we were kids but there are some things I do know about her and this is one of them. If she doesn’t trust me then I won’t be able to trust any info she gives me. Bad intel is worse than no intel at all.”
“Then make her trust you,” he insisted.
I glared his way. “Hire a damned nanny.”
Gunnar’s scowled deepened before morphing into a smile. “Easier to say, right?”
I nodded and turned Maisie around to face me. She was so damn cute, it made me wonder if I’d ever have kids of my own. I figured it was unlikely, but I still had plenty of time to worry about that. For now I just enjoyed the feel of the baby in my arms. “You can always come stare at my handsome face when your brother’s ugly mug gets to be too much.” She grinned, kicking her chubby little legs as she kissed my nose, though in fairness it felt more like she was gnawing on it, but I didn’t care. Not even when drool ran down my face.
“You wish. No man will stack up to all this.”
We shared a laugh but soon Maisie began to fall asleep and Gunnar stood to leave. “I’ll get with Cross tomorrow if I find anything.”
He nodded and strapped the little girl back into her prison and lifted the seat and the bag. “Sounds good. Get that intel, Jag.”
As soon as Gunnar was gone, my shoulders relaxed. He had me feeling tense and angry and I didn’t like it. Dammit. But there was something, or rather, someone else on my mind and I went in search of her.
The garage and the camper were quiet. Too quiet, so I knocked. Vivi didn’t answer but I knew she was in there because all the doors and windows were locked. I knocked harder. “Open up, Vivi! I know you’re in there!” She still didn’t answer and after a few minutes, I gave up.
About an hour later, I was in my own lab digging through Roadkill MC records, and a text came through from Vivi.
Come back later. For sex.
I laughed and got back to work until the elusive later arrived.
***
Vivi crept into my bed, crawling up from the foot, dotting soft kisses along my skin. She tried to be quiet, stealthy, but I heard her the second she opened the garage door. I guessed her later was sooner than I thought. I heard her as she crept up the stairs, but it was more fun to see what she had planned than to interrupt her.
Her lips touched down on my abs, my hips and up to my pecs where she swiped a tongue across each nipple and it took all of my willpower to keep quiet. That mouth kept crawling up, licking across my collarbone and up my neck until she nibbled my bottom lip and kissed her way over to my ear. “I like this game. Let’s keep it up and see how long it takes you to admit you’re awake.”
That was my moment, to give up but I couldn’t. My jaws clamped tight when her tongue swirled around my earlobe before her teeth dug into my skin. Her laugh was deep and husky as tension snaked its way through my body, and then she fell silent again. The only sound was my heavy breathing, the quiet sound of her lips on my skin, moving down my chest, my abs as she quickly tugged on the waistband of my boxers. My cock was already semi-hard in her hands and getting harder with every slide up and down. The friction was driving me out of my fucking mind. “Ah, shit!”
Her tongue slicked across the slit of my cock and my hips bucked off the bed. She laughed and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sucking like a lollipop at first, using her lips and tongue to drive me crazy. Vivi had issued the challenge and I needed to be the victor but her mouth was a lethal weapon and would be the instrument of my demise.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she slid her lips slowly down the length of my cock until it hit the back of her throat and my body went tight again. Another laugh escaped, vibrating all around me. She did it again, took me so deep I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to her. And her mouth.
“Fuck, Vivi.” She swallowed around me and the friction sent a shiver of greedy desire through me. Her throat closing around the tip of my cock was all I needed to lose control. “Shit,” I groaned and thrust up into her mouth.
She grinned up at me, her gray eyes never leaving mine as she fucked me with her mouth, keeping my dick stiff and standing straight up. Another dare lit her gaze as she crossed her arms behind her back, daring me to fuck that pouty little mouth of hers. I wasn’t an animal, but a man could only take so much.
I couldn’t look away from the way she stuck her tongue out so the underside of my cock got increased friction with every stroke. Her eyes darkened, transformed as I fucked her mouth and slid my cock against her tongue. Melted gunmetal peered back at me, wicked with mischief as she dared me to lose control. “You getting’ wet Vivi, sucking me off?”
She nodded, taking me so deep my hips jerked on their own and she moaned.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. From deepthroating my cock.
“Vivi.” My hips began to move faster and faster and a voice in the back of my mind told me to slow down but I couldn’t. I was physically unable to stop fucking her mouth.
“Do it,” she dared me, her mouth around my dick as if she knew my control was close to snap
ping.
My fingertips barely held her as I cradled her face, stroking deep into her mouth and down her throat, moaning at the way she kept swallowing around me, adding more tongue and more moisture to send me out of my fucking mind.
“Fucking mouth,” I growled, strokes coming faster and deeper and then her name was on my lips as I shot my load onto her tongue and into her throat. My body jerked violently and Vivi, the little tease, didn’t let up at all. Her tongue and lips kept up a steady torture until every last aftershock left my body.
“That mouth of yours is trouble in more ways than one,” I said on a chuckle.
She laughed and released me with a pop. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
“Fuck no and you won’t. Now I know the perfect way to shut you up.” Before she could take another breath, I switched our position so my hips and my cock were cradled between her thighs.
Vivi’s creamy legs tightened around my waist. “Are you here for decoration or purpose?”
“Yes,” I told her, fisting my cock in my hand and pumping it twice before I pushed into her. “Fuck you’re always so fucking wet.”
“You might have something to do with that,” she purred back, pussy already fluttering with greed around me. My cock wasn’t fully erect yet, but her pussy dripped between us and he was almost there. She let out a sexy little gasp and I sank deep. Nine inches deep and growing hard as fuck. “Jag,” she moaned and swirled her hips. “More. Fuck me,” she whispered.
My control snapped at her words, her gritty command and I grabbed her ankles, placing them on my shoulders so I could sink even deeper into her hot, waiting body. My hips took on a mind of their own, pounding with a blind devotion I couldn’t describe.
“Jag, yes! Oh fuck yeah,” she shouted. “Please,” she said, gripping me close even while she tried to crawl away from me, and what a fucking heady feeling that was. Vivi’s walls clamped down hard at first, a jarringly violent motion that turned into tiny flutters that vibrated all around my cock while I mindlessly pounded into her.