With Us (Next Generation Book 2)

by J. M. Walker

  Sunny’s head snapped up from where he was sitting at the large table. “Both of you.”

  Sunny saluted him.

  “How did you know?” I asked him.

  A short laugh escaped Greyson. “Because I’m not stupid and also, my son told me that my dogs were sniffing around her.” A dark shadow passed over his face. “Doesn’t matter. Listen, we need to figure out what the hell is going on and what happened tonight so I can go back and give my wife something. Anything. We need fucking answers.”

  I nodded, clapping his shoulder. “We’re here for you, boss. Both of you. All of us are.”

  “I know.” Greyson cupped my nape, leaned his forehead against mine, and blew out a slow breath. “I wish Butcher were here.”

  My chest tightened. John Butcher had been one of the original members of Hell’s Harlem when Sunny and I were just prospects. He was a large beast of a man but had the kindest heart. I had always looked up to him, but never got a chance to tell him that when he was shot and killed during a raid at the clubhouse.

  “Me too,” I murmured.

  “Alright.” He gave my shoulder a squeeze before releasing me. “You joining us for the meeting?”

  “I was going to show Meadow where our room is and then…” I looked at Sunny.

  He nodded once.

  “Sunny can fill me in,” I added.

  Greyson sighed. “Fine. Usually I’d argue but I’m too damn tired to do that. Go do your thing and we’ll get this shit done and over with.”

  “Greyson?”

  Both of us turned as Eve came toward us.

  My heart stuttered.

  Bags sat beneath her eyes, her hands wringing together in front of her.

  “Eve.” Greyson closed the distance between them. “I thought you were sleeping.”

  “I…” Her chin wobbled. “I couldn’t sleep. I need to know what’s going on with Jaron. Is he going to jail?”

  Greyson’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, I think he is, baby.”

  A sob escaped her as she collapsed.

  “Shit.” Greyson caught her, pulling her into his arms. “Catch,” he bellowed.

  Catch Hunter, the vice president, poked his head out of the meeting room. “Yeah, boss?”

  “Start without me,” Greyson demanded, his voice rough. “I need to take care of my wife.” He lifted her in his arms, cradled her against his chest like a child, and headed up the stairs to their part of the house. A door slammed shut a moment later, sucking away all the air in the room.

  “Fucking hell.” I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair. Tension filled the house. It was so damn thick; a knife couldn’t even cut it.

  “Shade.” A gentle hand landed on my shoulder.

  My head snapped up. In a quick move, I pulled Meadow into my arms, crushing her against me.

  She snaked her arms around my neck. “I’m here. I’m here for both of you. All of you.”

  My body shook.

  “Hey.” She leaned back, brushing her fingers down my cheek. “Show me where your room is.”

  I nodded, grabbed her hand and led her to a door that headed down to the basement. Black and white pictures lined the dark walls. Some were of old members of the club, people who died or retired or just decided to move on with their lives. Which didn’t happen often. Once you were a member, you remained a member for life. If you were a good boy at least.

  “Is that Cyrus and Sammy? The twins I met tonight?” Meadow asked, stopping in front of a picture of a woman, a large man and two small boys.

  “Yeah.” Sammy was sitting on his dad’s shoulders while Cyrus stood in front of his mom with her arms wrapped around him. She was kissing his cheek and Greyson had caught the moment he laughed. My chest tightened. “That’s Butcher and Trixie. Cyrus and Sammy’s parents. They were murdered a year apart from each other when the twins were just boys.”

  Meadow shook her head. “That’s awful.”

  “It was. Sunny and I were just prospects at the time. We didn’t know them for long, but they were good people. Really good people.”

  “That’s so sad.” Meadow squeezed my hand. “No wonder they have that look.”

  “What look?” I tilted my head.

  “I don’t know exactly.” Meadow chewed her bottom lip. “But I can feel it. It’s the same thing with Aiden. Something happened and now he drinks. A lot.”

  “I’m not sure if the twins drink.” They were almost as secretive as Jaron and his father. But I had noticed that Cyrus was smoking more and having sex was his thing. Same with his brother.

  Meadow continued walking down the hall, her eyes scanning the pictures. “Hey, it’s you and Sunny.”

  I stepped up beside her. “It is.” I remembered that day like it were yesterday. “Sunny and I had just been patched in. The party was so fucking huge and lasted all weekend. I don’t remember much of it.”

  Meadow laughed. “Sounds like a good time.”

  “It was.” I waggled my eyebrows.

  Her laugh hardened. “I can’t say that I’ve ever partied like that before. Even with all of the parties my sister has thrown over the years. I’m not really a drinker but I do like my weed.”

  Our eyes locked.

  My heart thumped, my body humming all of a sudden.

  A sly grin spread on her face. “Take me to your room, baby boy.”

  My cock twitched. Fucking hell.

  ***

  (Sunny)

  While Greyson paced back and forth, the rest of us waited. For instructions, for what to do next, for something. Hell, anything. We needed him to guide us. Watching one of the strongest men I knew break in front of us, set us all on edge.

  “Have you heard anything from Jaron?” Catch asked, sitting on the edge of the large windowsill that looked out into the driveway in front of the house.

  “Not yet. I imagine he called Piper first.” Greyson rubbed the back of his neck, tilting his head from side to side. “Listen.” He moved in front of the table, leaning on his knuckles and peering at the rest of us. “The mayor is going to try and eat my son alive. I talked to Cyrus and Sammy.” His gaze flicked to the twins who were standing off to the side before continuing. “And was informed that it was all self-defense tonight. But you know because Brody was the son of the mayor, this shit isn’t going to go away. So, whatever happens, we have to stick together. We need to be there for Jaron. For Piper.” A dark shadow passed over Greyson’s face. “And for my fucking wife.”

  Grunts and words of agreement sounded throughout the room.

  “I have a feeling that Jaron is going to go away for as long as the mayor can make it happen.” Greyson sighed.

  “Jaron needs to try and stay safe,” Catch added, leaning forward in his chair. “Some of Tanner’s crew is in jail.”

  My stomach twisted.

  “Fuck.” Greyson ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot. Call everyone you fucking know. Make sure my son stays as safe as he can. He needs to keep his nose clean. If he’s in jail for years, it’ll kill my wife. And Piper…I don’t know what’s going on there but she’s my son’s girl. That’s all I know.” Greyson landed a fist hard on the table. “We need to keep him safe.”

  “I know one of the jail guards.” One of the newest members, Twitch, stated. “I’ll make a call and get him to keep an eye out. But…”

  Greyson frowned. “What?”

  “I just…we all know that Jaron is going to have to do shit to stay alive.” Twitch paused. “It could fuck him up.”

  “He’s right.” Tray Lister ran two fingers over the gray scruff on his jaw. “You know he’s right, Grey.”

  Greyson looked at Catch before looking at each of us. “If my son dies while in jail, I will make it my sole mission to burn this mother fucking world down. And if he dies by one of Tanner’s men, there will be a war. I need to know now that you will be in this with me if it comes to that.”

  “Yes.”

  “Of course.”

  �
�You got it, boss.”

  More words of agreement and encouragement sounded around the room but what wasn’t said was that we all hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t come to that.

  “He’s right though,” Tray said, clapping Greyson’s shoulder. “Jaron is going to have to do shit to survive. He’s a big guy. People are going to try and throw their weight around and also try challenging him.” A dark shadow passed over his face. “But he’s strong.”

  Greyson nodded. “Cyrus. Sammy.”

  The twins stood taller.

  “You need to watch Piper,” was all he said.

  “On it,” Sammy told him.

  Cyrus only grunted, sticking an unlit smoke in his mouth.

  “Alright.” Greyson let out another hard sigh. “I need to go check on my wife.”

  ***

  (Meadow)

  Shade and I were sitting on the bed, watching a movie on the large TV they had mounted on the wall. The movie was old, and I wasn’t really watching it, but it was distracting. Just not enough. And it wasn’t what I wanted but it felt odd hinting for more from Shade when Sunny wasn’t with us. Would it be considered cheating? No. Not when I told them to do their own thing whether I was with them or not.

  I chewed my bottom lip, unsure as to what the rules were for this type of relationship.

  “Hey.” Shade pinched my chin, pulling my lip from my teeth. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing really.” I leaned my head against his shoulder.

  “Meadow.”

  “I don’t know, Shade.” I huffed. “I really don’t know.”

  “Fine. I’ll leave it alone for now, but you will talk to us.”

  I knew that I would. It was a given. I just didn’t know how to broach the subject with them.

  When Shade had brought me to the room he shared with Sunny, I was almost expecting two beds but instead, there was one large king-sized bed. He had told me they never really stayed at the clubhouse. I had assumed they just brought women here and that was it.

  The door suddenly opened, revealing Sunny.

  I sat up straighter. “Hey.”

  He didn’t meet my gaze. He just closed the door, clicked the lock into place, and pulled off his jacket. Throwing it onto the chair that sat in the corner, he reached behind him and pulled a gun out of the back of his pants.

  My heart jumped, not realizing he had been packing this whole time.

  He placed the pistol on top of his jacket and came toward the bed.

  “Sunny?” I reached out, wanting to comfort him for whatever it was going on. I wanted to help him take the edge off.

  But instead, he crawled onto the bed and much to my surprise, right into my arms. He moved between my legs, spreading them more with his rough hands and laid on his stomach.

  “Sunny?” I repeated, my body tingling with anticipation of what was to come next.

  Resting his head against my chest, his body relaxed some, but I could still feel the tension rolling off of him in waves.

  “What happened?” Shade asked, reaching out to brush his finger along Sunny’s hand.

  “Some of Tanner’s boys are in jail. Greyson’s worried they’re going to try and start something with Jaron.” Sunny wrapped his one arm tighter around me while linking his hand with Shade’s.

  Brushing my fingers through the back of his hair, I waited for him to continue.

  “Sammy and Cyrus are going to watch Piper.” Sunny lifted his head. “We all need to watch her but Jaron’s closest with them, so I know he’ll trust them more to take care of her.”

  Shade nodded, turning onto his side. He leaned his head against my shoulder. “Anything else?”

  “The mayor has always had it out for us. I don’t fucking know why either,” Sunny’s voice hardened. “Tanner’s crew, I could understand.”

  “How come?” I asked softly.

  Sunny lifted his head, inching the hand Shade wasn’t holding, beneath my shirt. His calloused fingers brushed over my stomach, pushing the fabric to just below my chest. “Have you heard of one-percenters?”

  I nodded, my skin tingling.

  “Tanner’s crew is just that but while most one-percenters will do anything to make their money and gain power and control, the only thing Tanner won’t do, is hurt an animal. The fucker is a walking contradiction.” Sunny’s brows narrowed. “He’ll destroy a human’s life but save an animal.”

  They had mentioned something to me about that before. I wondered what Tanner had been through for him to turn out that way.

  “He’s an odd one,” Shade added. “He had to force his way to the top. Rumor is, he ripped out the previous president’s tongue and broke each of his fingers and toes while two of his guys held him down. And then while he screamed in pain, Tanner fucked his wife. In front of him.”

  “Wow.” I shook my head. “Nice guy.”

  They only grunted.

  “So, now what?” I asked, my body buzzing at the way Sunny was looking at me.

  His eyes darkened. They dropped to my waist, his tongue peeking out to lick along his bottom lip. “There’s not much we can do, so right now, we wait.” Sunny lifted my shirt even higher, revealing my black bra. It had tiny donuts of all different colors on it. “Donuts?”

  I laughed lightly. “Yeah. My panties match too.”

  A slow grin spread on his face. “Show us.”

  My heart jumped. Pushing him back, I undid the button to my jeans and pushed them all the way down, removing them completely. Tossing them over the edge of the bed, I sat back against the headboard.

  “Do you like them?” I asked, trailing my finger along the waist of my thong.

  “I’ve never been much of a guy for sweets but this…” Sunny’s nostrils flared. “This is fucking better.”

  I laughed.

  Shade inched closer to me. “I agree with him,” he murmured in my ear. “Take off your top, Little Lamb. You’re going to make us feel better.”

  I did as I was told, throwing my shirt over the side of the bed. Spreading my legs, I waited for these men to do what they did best and use my body to give us what we all needed.

  Tonight had been a shitshow. Our friends were hurting. Jaron’s parents even more so.

  “Use me,” I told Sunny and Shade.

  Sunny smirked, placing a soft peck on my bent knee.

  Shade cupped my right breast. “I’ve never been much of a tit man but yours have definitely changed my mind.”

  A husky laugh escaped me.

  Shade ran his hand down my stomach, slowly trailing his fingers beneath the triangle of my thong.

  Sunny hooked his fingers in the sides and pulled the tiny fabric down my legs. He stuffed the thong into his jeans pocket. “For later.”

  I blew him a kiss.

  He winked.

  Shade chuckled. “Spread your legs, Meadow.” He kissed my shoulder. “We’re going to use you good and hard. Tell us if we get to be too much.”

  I cupped his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth. “I will.”

  He smiled against my lips. “Good girl.”

  My stomach tumbled at those two little words.

  “You want to please your men, pet?”

  I looked back at Sunny. “Yes.”

  “Good.” He glanced at Shade, giving him a slight nod. “Kiss her.”

  Shade wrapped his arm around my shoulders, cupped my jaw, and crushed his mouth to mine.

  Something soft, warm and wet starting stroking along my clit. It was so damn gentle, the ache growing between my thighs became more pronounced as time wore on.

  I whimpered, my hips undulating against Sunny’s face.

  He growled, cupping my inner thighs and continuing to lick and stroke along my throbbing clit. He pushed my thighs farther apart, the scratchiness of his beard tickling my center.

  Shade released my mouth with a wet smack, staring down at me. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

  My chest rose and fell. “God, I…”

 
; Sunny chuckled, sucking my clit between his teeth.

  I yelped, a low moan following soon after.

  “You like that pain, baby?” he asked, locking his eyes with mine and licking along the swollen nub.

  I chewed my bottom lip, nodding.

  “You a little slut for pain, pet?” Shade whispered in my ear.

  I watched his fingers disappear between my legs.

  “You like when he bites your clit?” He licked along the shell of my ear. “Tell me.” He thrust two fingers inside of me.

  “Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, I like it.”

  “Good.” He sat up, turning toward me and pumping his hand between my legs.

  Sunny continued sucking on my clit, sliding two fingers into my pussy alongside Shade’s.

  I moaned, their fingers stretching and owning me completely.

  “More,” I blurted. I couldn’t control this need for them. This want for everything they had to give me. I needed them to take me away. Out of my head. And to just fuck my brains out. “Please.”

  Sunny pulled his hand from between my legs, gave my clit a soft peck, and slid off the bed.

  Shade did the same.

  My body burned with the lack of release.

  When both of them started undressing, they looked at each other, then back at me and grinned.

  I swallowed hard.

  “She wants more,” Sunny said, finally standing naked before me.

  “She does,” Shade added, pulling off the rest of his clothes and crawling back onto the bed. “Should we give her more?” he asked, reaching for my arms and pulling me onto his lap.

  “Think she’s been a good girl?” Sunny knelt on the bed behind me, kissing the back of my neck. “Think she deserves it?”

  “Well, if I get any say in this, I think I deserve it.” I wrapped my arms around Shade’s broad shoulders.

  He gave me a cocky grin. “Is that so?”

  Sunny unhooked my bra. “I want to fuck your pussy, baby girl. With him.” He pulled the bra off me and threw it to the floor, leaving me naked between them.

  When his words finally registered, my eyes widened. “Wait, you want to do what?”