Sheer terror froze like ice in her veins. “Why? You think whoever did this will come after me and Kadence? We barely know you.”
The corded muscles in his neck pulsed as his grit his teeth. He waited a few seconds before answering, as though trying to gain composure. “We’re involved, Grace, whether or not you’ve accepted it yet. You’ve been seen with me. Both of you have been to the clubhouse. I’m not taking any chances. It will only be for a few days, tops.”
She didn’t like the idea of being locked up with Zeke. Her plan of avoiding him wouldn’t work in close physical proximity. Living with him and his crew would make resisting him almost impossible. Not to mention the bomb that had just exploded. What would she be getting them into? “And if I say no?”
He flashed her a stony look. “Then I’ll drag you there and tie you to my fucking bed.”
The nonchalant tone belied the darkness in his eyes. He would do exactly what he promised.
Desire unfurled in her stomach. Despite her initial indignation, she knew she’d enjoy it as much as he would. But now was not the time to be thinking about sex. Practicality was the key. She had no way to protect herself and Kadence. Not like the Knights could. He was right. They were potentially in danger. She had to think of Kadence.
She nodded her agreement. “We need to pick up a few things from my house.”
Zeke exhaled and his muscles relaxed as tension left his body. “Tiny will go with you. I’ll see you back at the clubhouse.”
As he turned to leave, she touched his arm. He stopped and flashed her a quizzical look.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to go figure out who the fuck is trying to kill my crew.”
Concern for his safety gnawed her insides.
Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry about me, Doc.”
As he walked away, she didn’t feel very reassured.
* * * * *
Zeke slammed his fist against the corrugated iron shutter. “What the fuck just happened?” He’d convened a meeting in an abandoned warehouse they used as a stash house in between moving products.
Jay shrugged, running a hand over his ponytail. “Got no idea, Prez. No one has any info on this.”
The rest of his crew were protecting the women and kids, getting them on lockdown at the clubhouse. He’d called in extra muscle from other charters and nomads. If they were under attack, he wanted to be prepared.
Apart from him and Jay, the warehouse was deserted. He needed time to process. Time away from everyone looking at him to have all the fucking answers.
“It’s a fucking shit-storm.” He whirled on Jay. “Did we have any intel on this? I thought our guy at the agency would have been all over something like this.”
Jay shook his head. “All quiet apparently.”
Zeke’s temper bubbled. “What is the use of having a contact in the CIA if the fucker doesn’t know anything!”
He knew shit didn’t work like that. Deep down, he was just looking for someone to blame. The rage he’d felt when he’d seen smoke billowing out of the tattoo store stayed with him. The blood of one of his crew, of his family, burrowed into his heart. A few minutes earlier and Grace would have been standing by the window—right in the path of the blast.
Stone cold fear lodged in his gut.
If anything happened to her...
It was all his fault. The Chinese would pay for this. It was tantamount to a declaration of war.
Jay coughed and spit on the floor before saying, “What if it wasn’t Chang?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying it’s a risky move. They know we’ll hit back. Hard. Would he risk taking them into a war over a few drug runs?”
Zeke rubbed a hand over his face, scrubbing at his beard. “Then who was it? Who would be bold enough to hit us there?” His mind raced. Maybe Jay had a point. They needed more intel.
Jay shrugged again. “Dunno. But it’s worth looking into.”
Zeke nodded. “Get Sammy any it. I want security feeds from any of the local stores. Check for anything suspicious in the last forty-eight hours.”
“I’m on it, Boss.”
As Jay pulled out his phone to make the call, Zeke took a calming breath. He pushed his rage deep down into a box and locked that shit away. For now. The last thing he needed was to start a war with the fucking Chinese. It would get bloody and he didn’t want to drag his family or Grace into something like that. Not when he was so close to getting out.
So he’d be smart, and he would wait. But whoever had attacked his family was as good as dead.
* * * * *
Six hours later, with their overnight bags stashed in one of the larger clubhouse bedrooms, Grace and Kadence milled around the bar, helping women and children prepare the feast.
Grace looked up from mixing the bread dough, her gaze wandering to the large conference room at the end of the bar. She couldn’t see inside as all the windows had blinds drawn, but about twenty patched Knights of Hell had been holed up in there for over two hours.
Reports from the hospital said Rafe was out of surgery and doing well. He’d make a full recovery. When she’d asked for permission to visit him, Zeke denied her request. Her restricted freedom grated on her. She understood why it was necessary, but it raised her hackles. Being around this many people made her antsy. She already had a heavy dose of cabin fever.
Kadence on the other hand, loved people. She was currently helping a few of the older women make the biggest portion of potato salad she’d ever seen.
The door to the conference room opened. Men piled out, grim expressions etched on their faces. Zeke was the last one to exit. He finished his conversation with a portly older guy sporting a long grey beard by clapping him on the back. Finally alone, he leaned back against the door frame for a few seconds, raked a hand through his blond hair, and closed his eyes. His aura screamed tension. She’d never really thought about it before, but being the leader of a MC must be tiring.
So many people to take care of. So many problems.
She wanted to go over and hug him. That wouldn’t be appropriate. One, she didn’t want him to appear weak in front of his crew. That could get him killed. Even she knew that. Two, they weren’t dating. It wasn’t her place to comfort him. They were just screwing around. Nothing more.
Nothing serious enough that involved soothing his pain.
As though feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped open. When they connected, other people in the room faded away. Her heart rate sped as he scorched her with a look of pure, molten desire. Zeke pushed off from the door, and stalked through the crowd to the table where she was preparing the dough. There were a number of things she could have done—wiped her hands to get rid of the excessive flour, turned on her heel and ran for cover, but she stood frozen to the spot. Desire made blood pulse heavy and languid through her veins.
He stopped directly in front of her. Her chest heaved as her breathing became labored and her breasts swelled. He hadn’t even touched her and she was primed, ready for action. She’d gone from zero to a hundred miles per hour in less than a few seconds.
Zeke cupped her cheek and crashed his lips on hers. The kiss was full of frustration and desire. It was hard and fast. He didn’t give her time to get with the program. Not that she needed it. She opened for him, her tongue dueling with his as she matched his intensity.
Not caring about making a mess of his patch, she fisted her hands in the leather, drawing him closer. She was vaguely aware of numerous cat-calls, whistles and clapping sounds, but she dared not stop. All that mattered was the taste of him in her mouth—tequila, spice and pure male—sparking her hormones into overdrive.
Her panties were soaked. What man could do that with a kiss?
He growled, “Now,” before shackling her wrist and pulling her behind him towards the conference room.
She stumbled after him, heart hammering, clit throbbing for attention.<
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When they reached the Knights inner sanctum, he bellowed to the clubhouse, “No one comes in here. I don’t care if the world fucking ends, anyone comes in here and I’ll cut off your dick.”
He pushed her inside and slammed the door. He leaned back against it, folding his arms over his impressive chest. She took an involuntary step back at the predatory look in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour her, and didn’t that just make her cream her panties. No man had ever looked at her with such hunger.
“Rough day, huh?” She babbled, continually backing up until her ass hit the huge hand carved table in the middle of the room.
“Strip,” he said, the commanding tone raising gooseflesh on her arms.
A part of her wanted to obey, to strip off her clothes and lay herself at his feet. If she did that there would be no going back. No keeping things casual. No guarding her already melting heart.
She hitched up her chin and crossed her arms, mirroring his stance. “No.”
Bratty. She knew it, but she refused to let this man have complete command.
The growl rumbled from his throat, startling her. “Quit the games, Grace. As you said, it’s been a rough fucking day.” He pushed off from the door and stalked towards her. “My dick’s been hard for you for days. I’m done waiting. I’m going to fuck you on that table. You’re not leaving this room until you scream my name while you come on my cock.” He stopped directly in front of her, looming over her like a conquering warrior. “Now strip.”
Her slick pussy throbbed. A tingling sensation ran through her, electrifying her skin to super sensitive level. The rational part of her mind wanted to disobey. The slutty, feminine part of her that had been neglected for many years began to unbutton her blouse.
Without meeting his gaze, she shimmed the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples tightened into epically hard buds as the cool air hit them. She hadn’t known they could get so hard or be so sensitive.
“Pants next.” He moved back slightly giving her room to work.
She toed off her loafers. This time she stared directly into his whiskey orbs.
There was no mistaking his desire. It burned like a volcano, the intensity scorching her.
Wow.
She opened her pants and kicked them off. Standing semi-naked in front of Zeke, heat bloomed on her cheeks. She’d seen some of the women and girls who hung around the MC. They had amazing bodies. At thirty-five she was longer in the tooth and enjoyed pastries too much to ever be described as toned. It was an anxiety that kept reoccurring every time she got naked around him.
“Fuck, Grace.” She snapped her gaze back to his. The longing in those words called to her soul.
Zeke rubbed a hand over his stubble. “I could come in my pants just looking at you.”
Her pulse quickened. She could taste the beat of it in her mouth as he raked his gaze up and down, lingering on her breasts.
“Zeke…” Her mouth went dry and she licked her lips, unable to convey the sheer need she had for him. Touch me, she screamed in her mind. If he didn’t, she’d combust right here and set the whole place on fire.
Hearing the plea in her voice, Zeke shrugged off his patch, reached for his t-shirt and yanked it over his head in one swift movement. His tanned torso was covered with a light dusting of hair and those tattoos. The intricate ink was unlike anything she’d seen before. Beautiful and frightening. She wanted to trace every design, every pattern, and know the story behind each one.
While she admired his ink, Zeke fished out a condom before releasing the zipper on his jeans, kicking off his boots and shoving off the denim. His cock sprang free and Grace whimpered. He was huge. Longer and thicker than she’d ever seen, even in porn videos. The shaft jutted out from his groin. His balls, high and tight, as though he was desperate to come.
He reached for her again, unsnapping her bra clasp so her breasts tumbled into his palms. “I’ve been dreaming about my dick in your mouth. I really want to fuck your throat,” he grunted as he flicked and twisted her sensitive nipples.
“Oh god.” She held onto his upper arms as pleasure ripped through her. Her fingernails digging into the muscle.
“But I can’t wait. Not now. Not today.” He palmed her ass and sat her on the edge of the table.
He pushed her down and she lay on her back. She opened her legs and put her arms over her head, clasping her hands together in submission, giving herself to him completely. Something in him changed. He switched from coiled predator to beast in the blink of an eye. His nostrils flared. The muscles in his neck corded as he fisted her panties and ripped them from her, baring her pussy.
She sat up on her elbows so she could watch this magnificent man.
“Jesus, Grace. You’re fucking soaked.” He palmed his huge shaft, pumped his hand up and down a few times before dragging the thick tip through her drenched folds. They moaned in unison.
“Tell me you want this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Beg me.”
“Please, Zeke, fuck me. Fuck me now.” She’d never felt like this—desperate and aware. Blood coursed through her veins. Every nerve ending sparked with intense desire and need, crackling with a need to be taken.
He ripped open the foil packed and roiled it down his length before climbing onto the table. He braced himself over her and lowered down, his rock hard cock brushing against her, demanding entrance. She arched her hips up to meet him.
As he slid into her, inch by slow inch, she moaned, begging him to fill her. He stretched her inner walls until she was so full, she couldn’t breathe. She inhaled and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, reveling in the sheer pleasure of the crisp hairs on the back of his taut thighs tickling her skin. The feel of his broad shoulders under her hands sent a shiver down her spine.
His cock was so big it took a few seconds for her body to adjust each time he surged forward.
When he slid home all the way to his balls, he groaned. “Your pussy feels amazing.”
As though preening at the compliment, her inner walls clenched and rippled, taking him in further. He was so damn big. She wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow. But right now she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he fucked her.
She squeezed her thighs and whispered, “Please fuck me, Zeke.”
He started into her eyes for a brief moment, his lid hooded with unspent lust. Zeke kissed her. A hot, brain melting kiss. His lips were so soft and pillowy. A stark contrast to the rest of his hardness. She practically mewled in his mouth, squirmed her hips under him, silently willing him to fucking move.
He pulled out and slammed home. The force of the thrust almost pushed her back across the table, but she dug her nails into his shoulders and held on as he set a frenzied pace. He fucked like an animal, his cock hitting sensitive places inside her she never knew existed. He took exactly what he wanted and she held on for the amazing ride.
Panting in his ear, she murmured, “Yes, yes. Just like that.” She raked her nails down his back and dug then into his butt.
He hissed. “You’ll pay for that later.”
A thrill of anticipation shot down her spine. She hoped so. She hoped he took her over his knee and smacked the shit out of her ass. Just the thought of him striking her fleshy globes, and the hard strokes of him in her wet pussy, pushed her closer to the edge.
“Oh god, Zeke…” Her world focused on the tingling sensation in her clit. Just a little more pressure, a little more friction and she’d come.
As though completely aware of how close she was, Zeke buried his face in her neck and said, “Come for me.”
His teeth sank into the delicate curve of her collarbone and she came in a flash of blinding light. She arched her back, screwed her eyes shut and screamed as waves after wave of pleasure exploded over her. Her skin prickled. Her pussy contracted so tightly she almost forced him out.
The orgasm subsided and she felt boneless. Her muscles lax and tired.
She opened her eyes and focused on him. The look of primal need nearly sent her barreling into another orgasm.
“You’re so hot,” he said as he continued pushing his shaft into her. “Your tits blush so beautifully when you come. I’m gonna fuck them. I’m gonna fuck every damn part of you and you’re going to love every second.”
He thrust harder, deeper, faster. He conquered her body. Took ownership. She knew she’d be ruined for other men. They would never compare to Zeke Knight but she didn’t care. His cock swelled and her clit throbbed, their sweat slicked bodies moving together like silk.
“Ahhh, Jesus,” he cursed before throwing back his head, bowing his spine and spilling hot jets of come. The intensity of his orgasm sent aftershocks rippling deep in her pussy.
She moaned as he continued to come. She dug her nails into his delectable ass and felt his blood well.
After his orgasm finally ended, he collapsed on top of her.
She couldn’t stop her smile. She’d just had the most erotic experience of her life and she wanted to do it all over again.
Breathing hard, Grace let her arms fall from Zeke’s neck. Now the flush of desire and the intense orgasm had passed, her body began to ache deliciously. Muscles in her legs cramped and twitched. There was a soreness between her legs and a stinging where he’d bit her.
She didn’t want to move. They clung to each other. Sweat mingling from their furious sex. They were still joined and the stickiness from their encounter coated her thighs.
She’d known he’d be good in bed but this was another level. It had been mind-blowingly-fan-fucking-tastic.
He’d owned her body, drove her higher than she’d ever been before. It was intoxicating. Addictive. He was addictive. Like a habit she’d never be able to break.
She shifted, trying to get comfortable as the table pressed into her spine but not wanting to relinquish his weight on her just yet.
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