by Brook Wilder
Besides, I couldn’t very well be an outlaw married to the chief of police.
“Seth,” she breathed. “I can’t… I can’t believe you would do that.”
I pulled her close, breathing in her shampoo. “I did and it’s over with.” I couldn’t be Chuckler and be her husband at the same time. Maybe I had been looking for a reason to get out for years, and though the Jesters would always be my family, it was time for me to grow this one with Alisha.
She needed me alive to do that.
She slid her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek to my chest. “But I was attracted to Chuckler.”
I chuckled. “I guess I will have to introduce you to plain old Seth Owens then.”
***
We barely made it back to the hotel room the club had provided for us. I kicked the door closed with my boot so I wouldn’t have to quit kissing my wife.
Her hands were all over me, tugging at my shirt and forcing it off while I worked on her dress, finally succeeding in getting it off her body. Alisha’s hands went to my belt buckle and I stilled them, stopping her progress.
“What?” she breathed. “What is it?”
I pushed her back gently, taking in the woman now bound to me for all eternity. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I could look at you all day.”
She flushed. “How about not tonight, okay?”
My hands found her shoulders, sliding them down her arms to grip her hands. “Mrs. Owens, you are a demanding woman.”
Alisha took a step forward, bringing our hands up between us. “Well, Mr. Owens, I haven’t slept with you for almost forty-eight hours. That’s far too long in my opinion.”
“You got that right,” I growled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had been a long fucking night without her.
She nibbled my jawline, and I groaned, allowing her to release my hands so hers could roam over my bare chest.
“You will be the death of me,” I whispered, my hands sliding down her sides.
“I hope not tonight,” she responded, reaching for my belt buckle once more. I let her strip me of my jeans and boots, until I stood naked before her, only her small scrap of lace panties standing in my way.
Carefully, I walked down her body with my lips, caressing her scented skin from her chin to her breasts, then dropping to one knee to kiss her stomach.
“What are you doing, Seth?” she asked, her hands in my hair.
I grinned up at her. “You know what I’m doing.”
She took in a breath as I hooked her panties with my thumb and pushed them aside, covering her with my mouth instead. Alisha jerked, her hands tightening in my hair, but she didn’t move as I feasted on my wife, stroking her with my tongue until she screamed my name.
I caught her right before she collapsed, carrying her to the bed and placing her there before I covered her body with mine. Her eyes were glazed with passion and I smiled tenderly, not believing that she was my wife.
We had done it. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said drowsily. “And you will always be Chuckler to me.”
I didn’t care about the nickname, or the fact that I was no longer a Rough Jester. I had done my time, spent my years searching for something in the club that wasn’t there.
It was Alisha I had been searching for and my future was her, not the club.
“I’m Seth,” I said softly. “Just Seth.”
“Fuck me, Seth.”
God, I loved her.
Entering her slowly, I watched as her expression changed, knowing she was feeling the same thing I was. I wanted to take my time, to make love to Alisha for the first time as my wife.
But damn, her body was tight.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I groaned, gripping her hips.
She rotated her hips, a naughty glint in her eye. “You better. I can still get an annulment you know.”
I choked on my laughter, arching a brow. “Babe, I’m buried deep inside you. I think that negates any annulment.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Then you better change my mind.”
Oh, I planned to.
Epilogue
Crankshaft
“I would send someone else, but hell, there’s very few volunteers these days. I think everyone is tired of fighting.”
I drummed my fingers along the tabletop, irritated anyone in this club would be tired of fighting. Hell, that had been all I had known since joining the Rough Jesters five years ago. The battle between the Aztecas and the Jesters had taken many twists and turns since then, but it was much the same.
Kill or be killed.
I preferred to kill. It didn’t bother me to take out a few Aztecas along the way, especially since they liked to prey on women and young girls.
They made it damn easy to hate them. “Alright, boss. I’m in.”
Rex ‘Chains’ Harper arched a brow. “That was quick. Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Sure, why not. I don’t have anything to live for these days.” I knew why they asked me. All the council was shacking up and playing house. I had just been promoted after Chuckler Owens did the same three months ago, and rumor was that his chief of police wife kept him busy helping her take down the bad guys of Castillo.
She largely left the Jesters alone, a homage to where she and her husband had started, I guess.
Me, I didn’t give a shit, really. “What’s the plan?”
Chains dropped into the chair across from me. “I need for you to go to El Paso. There’s an Aztecas commander there causing a major shit show. The cops are looking the other way on this one and I need him dead so we can gain control of the Aztecas. They are running rampant without a captain.”
Since their whole chain of command had been mauled in the last year, I imagined they were going a bit crazy. “I’ll take care of it. I’m assuming you need it low key?”
He chuckled. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, Crankshaft. Don’t make it messy, alright? I am kind of liking the quietness of our club right now.”
I stood, wishing I could echo his sentiment. I hated lying low, stepping out of the fight to make peace with the new chief of police. “I’ll do the best I can.”
Chains nodded. “You’ll be going by yourself, but I’m sure you don’t care about that detail.”
“Best way to travel,” I winked before walking toward the door. “You can count on me, Boss.”
I knew this could be a suicide mission for me, but those were my favorite. Need something cleaned up? Call in Harrison ‘Crankshaft’ Parker.
That’s what I did best.
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Thank you for reading CORRUPT HONOR. I hope you liked it as much as I did writing it. The story of the Rough Jesters and the Hell’s Bitches continues in a series of fast paced standalone romances that will take Rex, Kristina, and many other characters you’ve yet to meet to places that neither you nor they will have expected.
Book four, RUINED MERCY, will follow Harrison “Crankshaft” Parker after he fails to kill an important accountant for the Los Aztecas, and returns instead with his target’s daughter, who holds a secret that threatens to plunge the already chaotic region into all-out war. Available to read August 31st.
Book five, SINFUL HAVEN, will follow Damian “Machine Gun” Gibson as he finds his paths crossing with his dead best friend’s little sister in the midst of an all-out war. Available to read September 30th.
There will be ten total books in this series and the fun is just getting started. So what are you waiting for? Once you ride along with the Rough Jesters, you won’t be able to stop…
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