Grabbing Doc by the head, I ask, “You want to die? I need to know, brother. I’ll put you down, or I can drop your shit ass off at the hospital. What’s it gonna be?”
His brown eyes look wild and his skin is covered in a cold sweat. “Hospital, you dick. You know I won’t talk.” I shove his sorry ass away. “Load him up. Who did you call to help us clean this shit up?”
Ryder stares down at Doc then grabs him and tosses him in the back with the other two. They all groan as if their bones hurt, but that’s the first response I hear from the two prospects so that’s positive for them.
“George and Mickey are on their way,” Ryder says. “If it was anyone other than Doc…” He lets it go at that. I nod as he climbs in the pickup truck and takes off toward town. Axel and Ox come out carrying plastic bags full of what I assume are drugs. This is serious and is going to cost a fortune in bribes. Along with the very real fact that the two prospects could talk. I almost text Ryder and tell him to get rid of them, but at this point, the whole lab is getting destroyed. As long as there’s no evidence, I guess it’s their word against ours. And I have guys who can take them out if need be.
I look around at the puffs of dirt coming closer. Mickey and George are the best at cleaning up—it’s why I keep them here.
“You get it all? We need everything. I’m not about to let Doc bring us down any more than he already has.”
“We got as much as we could find. It looks like he’s been living here.”
I light up a cigarette and hand it to Axel. He takes it and his eyes search the shithole lab. “Jesus Christ, had we not come today…”
“Burn it—make sure there’s nothing left.” The loud thunder of bikes explodes as I stop Ox from entering again, his eyes wild and breathing harsh. “Get some air, man. Let Mickey and George check it out.”
“Prez.” George gets off his bike. “Jesus, what the fuck has Doc been cooking?” He pulls his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose.
“You tell me. Why do I show up and no one but sluts and junkies are at the house? Then I find two prospects OD’d and Doc ready to blow himself up.”
George drops his shirt, and fear enters his eyes. He’s been with the club for five years and also served in the military, but this is a major fuckup.
He swallows and looks at Ox, who is panting like a dog with rabies, and Axel. His calmness always unnerves people.
“I was here four days ago. Doc was here with the prospects and Sandy.”
Mickey walks up. “I was here two days ago. Everything was normal.”
I look at Mickey, a six-foot-four bear of a man. “Go and take care of the fire department and police. Give them what they want until this place is gone.” He rubs his head. Fuck, whatever he was cooking is strong. “Where is Sandy? This must have just gone down.”
“No shit, it just went down. Otherwise they’d be dead.”
I spit out the fumes.
Mickey gets on his bike. “I’ll take care of it.”
I turn to George. “Go in and make one final sweep then light this bitch up.”
“Got it, Prez.”
Ox paces back and forth, his fist clenching as dirt follows him.
“Take it easy, Ox.” The force of my voice makes his head snap in my direction.
“We light this place up, we’re fucked.” He spits and a small amount stays on his chin. “Do you know how much money we’re going to lose?”
“I do. We’ll deal with that later.” My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Ryder with a thumbs-up: code for he dropped them off and is on his way back. This is how we’ve all stayed alive. We’re a team. Not for the first time do I hate that we’re too big. It makes us sloppy.
George runs out. “It’s clean. Fuck, that kitchen was not like that days ago.” His eyes water.
“Burn it down.” I watch as Axel, George, and a screaming Ox throw lit T-shirts in the house and on the porch. The garbage lights up like a bonfire and flames continue to crawl up the columns and the dry wooden door.
Almost mesmerized, we all straddle our bikes as we start our iron horses up. I go first and my men follow. We’re not that far when the explosion sends the heat flowing past us. Reflected in the mirror on my bike, flames and sparks cover the landscape, making me feel as though I’m in a Mad Max movie. The end of the world is coming.
A bloodcurdling scream blasts around us and I know it’s Ox letting out his demons. Colors and heat: that’s what I feel. That and my ears are ringing, and for a moment, I’m confused as to where I am.
“Jesus Christ.” I turn to watch the billowing black smoke fill the sky. The massive amount of ashes causes me to move forward and my chest actually aches.
“I guess we’ll see how good our bribe money is. That’s a lot of smoke.” Axel rubs a hand through his sweaty hair.
“We stay until we’re sure everything is gone.”
“Or until we hear sirens.” Axel stares at me deadpan. His confidence in us getting out of this unscathed seems pretty negative.
I grin. “Or that.” The longer it burns, the lighter my chest gets, and I’m feeling better already.
“Should we do something about Ox?” George interrupts Axel and me.
“Nah, let him rage,” I say, barely glancing at the wild beast that is Ox. He’s doing donuts in the dirt with his Harley, which is impressive in itself. The amount of dust kicking up around us is somewhat welcome. Better dust than chemical smoke. I look down at my phone and calculate that if we’re lucky, the lab will explode again and we can get the fuck out of town.
“We head back to LA at night. Hopefully no one saw us when we came in this morning. Besides the junkies, we should be fine.” Axel nods.
“We’re fucked. I have no idea if Doc is in any condition to start over anytime soon.” My head is already pounding. “Round up the guys and bring them to the clubhouse.”
George nods and takes one more inhale, snuffing it out but putting it in his back pocket. “I’ll have them there.”
I don’t watch him leave. I stare at the shithole that made us rich burn to the ground. “Call it in, man, and let’s go to the clubhouse. I want to be back in LA tonight.” I start my bike and hear my brothers follow.
BLADE/JASON
I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted a shower as much as I do right now. We just pulled into LA and it’s two in the morning. The lights are on and the front door swings open. Pete and Edge stand and wait for us to enter. Axel says nothing and goes straight upstairs. Not that I blame him. After we called the fire in, it has been nothing but one fucked-up thing after another.
“I’m going to bed. I want all my officers here at ten a.m.,” I say gruffly to Edge who hands me a bottle of Jack. Grateful, I grab it and guzzle at once. For a split second, the spicy, stinging warmth actually gets rid of the chemical taste that no amount of water seems to remove. The stench seems attached to my throat, and I want to drink the whole bottle. Instead I take one more swig and decide to go to my room and let the shower and Eve rid me of the last twelve hours of hell.
“You need anything else, Prez?” Edge is on alert. I’m sure he’s heard everything.
“No, I’m going to bed. Don’t disturb me unless someone’s dead.”
Ryder enters along with Ox who promptly demands a woman and booze. I climb the stairs two at a time, turning at the top.
“Edge?”
“Yeah, Blade?”
“Everything go okay today?”
He nods. “Yeah, she spent a couple of hours at the pool then helped Amy in the kitchen.” I frown. For some reason I don’t like her working at all. Brushing aside my caveman thoughts, I nod at him and stand at my door. She’d know to lock it, right? I reach into my pocket for the key. It opens right up, and my hands clench. I’ll discuss this with her in the morning. Again, I don’t trust anyone but my brothers. Even with them, I would expect her to lock the door. Entering, I take in the darkness although she seems to like the curtains open and the moonlight spills inside. W
hat the fuck? The first thing I do is shut them—I can’t stand them open—and force myself to walk past her. I stink and if I get too close, I’ll want to touch her.
I start the shower and besides my cut, I throw every single article of clothing away. When I enter my blue rock shower, I turn the water so hot it scorches my back and allows my tense muscles to relax. My mind replays the day; I can’t seem to turn it off. Closing my eyes, I see the faces of my members concerned about what exactly the loss of our lab means. I lower my head and let the water massage my neck as I go over the night. Half the guys were drunk and high or both and I’m sure some guys will show up at the LA compound tomorrow. Most of them have jobs and families in Hemet, so they’ll stay, but the younger ones couldn’t wait to pack up.
Maybe I’ll take Eve to my private house, keep her away from all this crap getting ready to go down. My eyes pop open—I have never let any woman besides my mother walk into that house. That’s the house I use when I want to forget, feel normal, be normal. Reaching for my soap, I hesitate. The hole that holds my shampoo and soap is now filled with different bottles of what seem to be shampoos, conditioners, shower gels, girl’s shaving cream, and a pink razor. I pick up a tube that says cleansing mask. My AXE shampoo is in the back and I have no idea where my bar of Irish Spring went. Instead there’s a green bar that says Dove on it.
“Christ.” I pick up the soap and smell it. It has a fruity kind of smell. Whatever—I need soap so I use it to lather my filthy body. I do this twice and wash my hair. All I want is Eve and my bed. Stepping out, I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my toothbrush. After what seems like ten minutes, I can do no more to rid my mouth of the chemicals and smoke. I shut the light off and toss my towel on the floor. I’m tired, fucking exhausted, and instead of climbing into my comfortable bed, I stare down at golden wild hair on a dark pillow. Light and dark… her ripe puffy lips are slightly parted as her chest rises softly. She’s so exquisite it’s almost startling. She sleeps in one of my T-shirts and my whole body tightens. The need to sink into this woman and claim her is overwhelming.
I sit down and peel the sheet off her and she rolls over toward my already hard cock. I reach for her, and she blinks her eyes open. Long lashes flutter as she sleepily smiles. My rough hand caresses her soft cheek.
“Angel.” She looks at me and I lean down and take her lips. It’s soft and slow, almost sensual in a way I’ve never experienced. My tongue finds hers as we both groan. I lower my body onto hers and the day is gone: the fire, the drugs, all gone.
I pull back almost startled. My eyes search her face in the darkness. The moonlight peeks through a slit in the curtains, and I kiss her again because I can’t stop drinking in her sweetness. Her tongue touches mine as we both deepen it.
“Eve.” I trail my tongue to her long neck and pull the T-shirt off her.
“Lift up, baby.” It comes out as a growl. She shudders as she raises her hips, and I slip her panties off. Her body shines in the tiny stream of remaining light, which reveals a tease of her tan line.
“You’re beautiful.” She exhales and licks her swollen lips.
“I have to eat your pussy.” I lean down as I spread her legs and dive into her honey core. She’s slick and wet and her clit gets plump as I suck on it. My stomach tightens as her body arches into my mouth and I add a finger deep inside her. Her body starts to jerk and I lay my hand on her stomach to keep her still as she moans her pleasure into the dark room.
One more suck and rub with my finger and her sex grabs my finger and pulls it in, pulsing and clenching. A surge of glory comes over me, which is stupid because I’m acting like this is the first woman I’ve made come. Far from it, but this is the first woman I want to make come over and over. She’s screaming my name and my balls tighten. My name. Not Blade, not Prez; she’s screaming Jason and that about makes me jet off like a fucking punk. I climb back over her, my hands touching her full breasts. Wish I could suck on her nipples, but if I don’t bury my cock inside her now, I might go crazy. My frantic brain has channeled everything into how good she feels. I reach for my cock and rub her swollen, slick clit with the tip and she moans loudly. I can’t wait any longer… can’t remember a time I wanted a woman more.
As I thrust into her, those silken walls are still so tight they grip me. Each time I bury myself deeper, she moves with me until the room is filled with our bodies smacking and my muscles tightening.
“Fuck, I’m close. Touch yourself, Angel.”
“What?” Her voice is breathy and I don’t have time to explain, teach—all that can come later. I reach down and rub her clit hard as my thick cock thrusts into her and her pussy pulsates on its way to a climax.
“Oh my God… Jason… I’m coming.” Her fingernails dig into my back as she scratches her nails all the way down toward my ass. The sting burns and I fucking love it. I let my body be fulfilled in a way that I’ve never done before. And when I come, I call out her name and can’t stop. She reaches up to kiss me as my orgasm rocks me all the way to my toes. I don’t say anything; I don’t even pull out, yet I pull her onto me and let my breath calm and my mind go blank.
EVE
I smell smoke, leather, and fresh clean something. Whatever it is, I love it and need to sink deeper into it. I open my eyes and the smell I was dreaming about is actually Jason’s neck and chest. Not moving, I’m frozen. What the hell is happening to me? My cheeks burn and my mouth parts so that I can let some much-needed air into my lungs. The room is dark save for the slit in the curtain allowing one bright line of sunlight on the edge of the bed. I know I’m an innocent when it comes to sex, but what the hell? I want to groan and bury my head in his neck yet I’m mortified. What I’m doing with Jason is way too intense, too connected and I can’t have that. I slowly move back, but his arm tightens around me, almost like he doesn’t want me to move.
Warning bells are going off loud and clear. I need to put distance between us or I’m going to start falling for this man, god… Whatever he is, I’m out of my league. Sitting up, I look at him. He must be a heavy sleeper or he’s exhausted. My gentle movements make him stir and that’s about it. When I sit up quickly, all he does is move his arm under his head allowing me the ability to admire his bicep and tattoos. They’re beautiful. Most are black, but then there will be a splash of color like my favorite red rose, which seems to be bleeding blood and tears. They do something to me. Tempted to reach out and trace them with my fingers and tongue, I hungrily let my eyes take in his tan chest. So hot. He’s perfect. Power radiates off him, and it’s no wonder why every woman wants him. I get up to use the bathroom, my mind doing a one-eighty. I mean, why the fuck not? He wants me—that much is obvious, I reason. If I could actually do the unobtainable and make this man fall at my feet, I could be safe.
The key to this plan is making him love me while I only like him. Flushing the toilet, I reach to wash my hands and look at myself in the large mirror. I have never once cared about the way I look. In a way, it was a big problem as I got older. But as I stare at my reflection, I hear myself whispering, “Thank you, Mama,” because for the first time, I’m grateful I inherited her big blue eyes, high cheekbones, and puffy lips. I remember crying when my breasts started to grow. My poor dad looked almost helpless then told me to be grateful that I inherited my mother’s body. That’s all he said, and I stopped crying. I turn around and assess my reflection from behind. Long, thin legs—that’s good. My butt looks a little small, but hey, no one’s perfect. I smile at my tan lines. Actually, sunbathing for two days has already lightened my hair. If I keep at it, I’ll be a light blond. Reaching for my new sparkly pink toothbrush, I quickly brush my teeth, my mind scheming at how to get the hot god in the other room to keep me. It can’t be that hard, right?
I’m so engrossed in my thoughts I nearly scream when large tan hands snake around my waist pulling me back against his hard chest. He buries his head in my neck and my heart starts beating like a drum.
“You smell go
od,” he says, and I almost choke on the toothpaste in my mouth. I lean over to spit and his large, hard dick lines up at my ass. Quickly, I straighten. He looks up into the mirror and for one heart-stopping moment, the world is gone. All I see are his green eyes gazing at me as if I’m special.
“Jason.” My voice sounds raspy or maybe hoarse. His eyes narrow and change as if a curtain has closed over them. I look away then, wanting whatever we shared to come back. But it’s gone, the spell broken. His warm lips are at my neck sucking and licking, and I find myself staring at us in the mirror. His hands massage my full breasts.
“Christ, look at you. Look at these fucking tits.” He squeezes them and I can’t help but groan as he pinches my nipples taut and hard.
“God.” My voice sounds like someone else’s as one hand jerks me tightly back into his warm arms. I watch his tattooed hand slide down my flat stomach to my sex and I feel everything: his chest, his breath, his lips.
“Open,” he commands, and I gaze at him in the mirror. Those pretty eyes of his are mesmerizing. My legs spread open and his fingers glide right inside. In the back of my mind, I wonder if I should be embarrassed at how wet I get. But he groans and says, “God, I love that you are dripping for me. Watch me, Angel. Watch how fast I make you come.” And I do. His one hand that was playing with my breast is gone and holding my leg up so I have a direct view of my pink, wet pussy. His other hand rubs my clit roughly.
“Oh God,” I hiss at the sight of his fingers, covered in my slick wetness, rubbing my clit. I grab and latch onto his arms.
“Please… I can’t.” My cheeks and lips are red.
“You’re doing it, baby.”
As my body convulses, a burst of white light blinds me for a second. I latch onto his arms. “Jesus,” I pant.
He spins me around and the hand he used to rub my clit is on my neck, bringing me closer. He’s aggressive; whereas, last night he was gentle. Lifting me up, he dumps me on the sink and impales me with his thick cock before I can recover.
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