“Oh, please,” she whispered. “I bet you had all of the girls chasing after you.”
My hands traveled down her body and around to her ass. “None like you, beautiful. Never had anyone like you.”
She laid a finger to my lips. “Keep talking and a lot more is going to happen than a blow job.”
She dropped to her knees, and her fingers popped open the button on my pants.
The fantasy of every high school boy was about to happen to me. A blow job in between the stacks of books in the library.
Raven tugged down the zipper of my jeans and pulled my pants and underwear down until my dick bobbed out. Her hand wrapped around the shaft, and she spit on my dick as she stroked up and down.
My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest, and my breathing was short and shallow.
Her mouth wrapped around my dick, and I watched her head bob up and down on me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
She tapped her fingers against my thigh and gently shook her head.
Here I thought she was going to be the loud one, and I was the one who couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
I threaded my fingers through her hair and controlled the speed. She moaned as I pulled her hair and tipped her head back to look up at me.
My dick slid in and out of her mouth, and I watched every second of it.
“That fucking mouth is mine,” I whispered harshly.
Her eyes heated with desire, and her hand on my thigh tightened. She slid my dick down her throat further than she had before and gagged slightly. Her eyes watered, and she backed off.
“Mother fucking shit,” I moaned.
The feel of her throat tightening against my dick was fucking heaven.
She pulled off my dick and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Again,” she whispered.
Her mouth was back on my dick before I could ask what she meant. Again, she took me deep but this time, she relaxed her throat and didn’t gag. She continued to take me deep and suck hard with each pull up. Her head bobbed faster, and her hand on my shaft slid down to my balls.
She rolled and tugged my balls, and my head lolled back. I was ready to blow my load straight down her throat. She doubled her efforts, sensing I was close to coming. Her hand moved faster. Her mouth sucked harder.
My balls tightened in her hand, and a low moan escaped my lips.
Cum spurted from my dick, and she drank down every last drop. Even when I didn’t have any more to give, she lazily sucked on my dick with her eyes locked on mine.
She pulled her head back ‘til my dick fell from her mouth and her hand continued to stroke me. “That was nice,” she whispered.
She tucked me back into my boxers, pulled up my pants, and buttoned them.
I was too spent to even help her.
She stood and wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger. “I think we’ve done everything we can here today.”
I pushed her up against the shelf behind her and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, and I delved my fingers back into her hair.
She just drained my dick but that little move of wiping her mouth already had me hard again, and this time, I wanted her pussy.
“Pack your shit and let’s go,” I ordered against her lips.
“Sure thing, warden,” she whispered. She pressed a swift kiss to my lips. “It’s my turn when we get to the hotel.” She winked and slipped from my arms. She strutted away and glanced at me over her shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
She disappeared from sight, and I tipped my head back. I closed my eyes and repeated the alphabet backward in my head until my dick went down and my hands weren’t clenched at my sides.
Raven was the hottest chick I had ever been with, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
Hopefully, she felt the same way and I wasn’t just something to help pass the time ‘til she got away from the club.
*
Chapter Nineteen
Raven
“How much would it cost to rent this place until I can move into my house?”
Clash pulled his shirt over his head and sat down on the bed. “Weren’t you the one who said you needed to work your ass off to pay for said house? I’m pretty sure paying for a hotel room for a month would probably tap into all of that money you need for the house.” He pulled on his boots and turned to look at me. “Though I have to say, I do like the hotel better than your room at the clubhouse. A much smaller chance of Wrecker knocking on the door while I’m trying to give you the D.”
I rolled my eyes and hitched my computer bag over my shoulder. “Who would have thought you would be the voice of reason?”
He shrugged. “I’m just as surprised at it as you.”
He grabbed his cut off the back of the chair and pulled it on.
“You really do wear that all of the time, don’t you?”
“It’s part of who I am, beautiful.”
Yesterday, we had gotten to the hotel and hadn’t surfaced from bed until we were both exhausted and needed sustenance. A large pizza and breadsticks were ordered and then we were back at it for rounds three and four before the sun rose.
We had slept until noon, and as much as I wanted to never return to the clubhouse and see Wrecker, that was exactly what we were doing.
“Do you have actual family?”
“Yeah, beautiful. My mom and dad are still alive.”
That was surprising to me. I had always thought the guys in clubs were a bunch of misfits who didn’t have much in the way of family and were looking for a brotherhood like Wrecker had.
“Then why are you part of the club?”
He tipped his head to the side. “Because I like knowing I belong to something. These guys are my brothers and will have my back, no matter what.”
“What do your parents think about it?”
Before my mom and dad had passed away, I had to think they wouldn’t be so accepting of Wrecker being the president of an MC.
“They’re good with it.” He grabbed his keys off the dresser and the duffel bag off the floor.
“That’s it? They’re just good with it?” I laughed. “Do they really get what the Fallen Lords is?”
Clash laughed. “I think they’ve seen a few episodes of Sons of Anarchy.” Mom asked me if we had a guy like Chucky.”
“She didn’t,” I laughed.
“She sure did.” Clash dropped his sunglasses over his eyes and moved to the door. “She doesn’t believe me so I plan on having her and Dad come out to the club sometime. That’s the only way she is ever going to believe, if she sees it for herself.”
He opened the door and motioned for me to go out.
“You have just completely blown my mind. I have no idea what your parents are actually like, but all I picture is your everyday average Midwest couple that really has no idea what an MC is.”
Clash shrugged. “That’s about right. My dad is an engineer and my mom works at the local bakery.”
“They live here?”
“Nah. About an hour away. I try to visit when I can. That’s where I was about a month ago when Freak kept an eye on you.” He hitched his thumb toward the parking lot. “Let’s get a move on it, beautiful. I don’t want to hear later how you didn’t get any work done because I distracted you all day.”
I glanced around the hotel room to make sure we had everything. “You always seem to distract me,” I mumbled.
“You know you like it.”
I slid my sunglasses onto my face and walked out of the room. I did like it. That was part of the problem. I could have a mountain to work to do, and all Clash had to do was look at me and I would be next to him in a heartbeat.
Clash had taken the time to get to know me and to understand me. I never had someone like that in my life before.
I liked it so much, I was absolutely terrified I was going to lose it.
Clash stashed everything in the saddle bags of the bike, and I climbed on behind him.
He g
lanced over his shoulder at me before he started the engine. “You done running, beautiful?”
I knew what he was talking about.
I knew he was right about everything he had said about Wrecker and me.
The problem I had was actually accepting it and moving on.
“I think so, but if I do run, will you chase me again?”
“As long as you let me.”
“I guess I’ll just take you with me the next time I run,” I whispered.
“Now that is something I can get behind.”
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Take me back to my home for the next month, warden,” I whispered.
Clash nodded and cranked up the bike.
I could take another month living in the Fallen Lords Clubhouse.
It was what would happen to Clash and me after I moved out I was worried about. He was with me now because I was plopped down in the middle of his world.
What would happen when I wasn’t in the room right next to him?
Would he really still want me, or were we playing with borrowed time?
*
Chapter Twenty
Clash
“Where were you?”
Brinks was leaning against his door once again, shirtless and looking like he had just rolled out of bed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Last I knew, Brinks was in River Valley indefinitely so he could keep an eye on Jenkins.
“Shit is so fucked up in River Valley. I was there for a week and never saw Jenkins. It was like the guy had fucking disappeared.”
“That’s fucking fishy.” That wasn’t good at all. “You go by the clubhouse?”
“Did. The three guys that were still part of the club were basically packing up their shit and getting out of dodge. It appears that the original Fallen Lords MC chapter is no more.” Clash nodded toward Raven’s door. “It appears while I was gone things changed with the pissed off one.”
I glanced at her door. “She’s not really the pissed off one anymore. At least, not with me anymore.”
“That’s surprising as hell.”
It was. Raven still had some shit she had to work through, but I wanted to be the one there for her while she figured it out.
“Not saying she isn’t sassy as fuck anymore, but I get her now.”
“Guess that’s all any relationship really is.”
I glanced at Brinks. “What the hell are you doing looking like you just rolled out of bed?”
It was four o’clock in the afternoon. I was all for sleeping in but four was a little bit ridiculous.
A shit-eating grin spread across his lips. “I did just get out of bed but I wasn’t sleeping.”
“You dog,” I laughed.
“A man has needs, brother.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “And that woman knows how to satisfy each and every one of them.”
“You’re gonna be the exception, aren’t you? Finding your chick without having her needing saving or some bullshit.”
Brinks chuckled. “Everyone needs saving, Clash. It’s just that sometimes the only person who can save them is themselves.”
That was sort of what Raven was. I was there for her, but for her to actually move on and become happy, she was going to have to be the one to make those changes.
“That’s pretty fucking accurate.”
Brinks nodded and ducked back into his room. I tried to sneak a peek into his room but he blocked my view and closed the door.
“You think you could have grabbed your beer?” Raven walked up to me and pressed my open beer into my chest. “Honestly, man,” she scoffed.
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. “You always gonna call me on my shit?”
“It seems like someone needs to do it, so it might as well be me.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and Raven pulled it out. She wrinkled her nose and held it up for me to read.
“My brother beckons you.”
“Figured that was coming.”
With shit going sideways with Jenkins, I figured it was only a matter of time before Wrecker called a meeting.
“You know I want to know what is going on, but I know you can’t tell me, so I’m going to work on a new design job and not think about how bullshitty it is that I can’t know what you know.”
“That was a lot of knowing,” I laughed.
“Not really since I don’t know what you know.” She tried to keep a straight face but her lips curled up into a smile. “Maybe Alice put a bit too much Malibu in my drink.”
“I think that might be a good assumption, beautiful.”
After we had gotten home from the hotel, Raven worked for a few hours before Alice knocked and announced that she was ordering Mexican food and our attendance was mandatory.
While Wrecker was there, he had kept his distance from Raven. I think he finally got that he couldn’t come at her like a fucking freight train and roll right over her.
Alice had ordered a fuck-ton of tacos, fajitas, rice, beans, and nachos, and she thought the perfect accompaniment to all of that was Malibu and pineapple cocktails.
“It just tasted like Hawaii though.”
“Hawaii?” I chuckled. Raven was definitely tipsy. “Maybe you should just take a nap while I’m in my meeting.”
She pressed her finger to my lips. “That might be better than me trying to design a logo for a florist.”
I pressed a kiss to the pad of her finger. “Probably. It’s early enough that you can sleep it off for a bit and work on the logo later.”
“So smart,” she slurred.
I helped Raven into bed and turned on a movie before heading to the meeting. Raven’s eyelids were fluttering shut before I walked out of the room, and I knew she would be snoring by the time I was two feet from the door.
Almost everyone was sitting around the table when I walked in. “Brinks behind you?” Nickel asked.
I shook my head. “Nah. I did see him right before you texted. He’s gotta get dressed so I’m sure he’s on the way.”
“What the hell do you mean he had to get dressed?” Pipe asked.
I sat down in my chair and shrugged. This had nothing to do with me. If Brinks wanted to tell everyone he was banging some chick, he could be the one to do it.
“Think you could give a little bit more notice?” Brinks grumbled. He skidded into the room and plopped down next to me.
“I’m sorry. Did club business interrupt your reunion with whatever chick you’re banging now?” Wrecker growled.
Brinks glared at Wrecker, but he didn’t say anything.
“Where's the gavel?” Freak asked.
Everyone looked at him.
“That your main concern?” Slayer laughed.
Freak shrugged. “I just liked it the last time.”
“I’ll take note of the fact Freak would like the gavel for the next meeting,” Pipe snickered.
Wrecker slammed his fist down on the table.
“How’s that for you?” Boink whispered to Freak. “No gavel, but you get Wrecker’s fist of pissedoffness.”
“Can you fucking idiots shut the hell up?” Wrecker thundered.
We all sobered and shut our mouths.
“As you can see, Brinks and Freak are back from River Valley. It seems Jenkins took off, and no one knows where the hell he went.”
“Good riddance,” Maniac put in.
“It would be good if we knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to come back.” Wrecker sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “The thing with Jenkins is, I knew he’s not the type to disappear. He’s planning something. This happening makes sense with the rumblings I’ve heard about him. He’s trying to find allies and come back bigger.”
“No one is going to fucking work with Jenkins. Everyone within a four state radius knows he’s not someone you want to hitch your wagon to.” Nickel shook his head. “He was the reason I almost left the fucking club a couple of years ago
.”
“He was the reason we all almost left,” Brinks muttered.
“No one established will work with Jenkins, but it’s the new guys who are coming up in the muling and drug game that will be looking for a partner to help them. Jenkins maybe a fucking idiot, but he does know how shit works.” Wrecker pulled out his phone. “There are two new guys who are cooking in Ohio that are rumored to be looking for partners. Del Rink and Tray Bein.”
“Never fucking heard of them. You really think we need to worry about this? We’re fucking cuddled up with The Ultra and are buddies with the Banachi’s.” Slayer bumped fists with Maniac. “I mean, come on. We’re basically the fucking kings right now.”
“And Jenkins used to be the king. He wants that back. He’ll do anything and that’s what makes him dangerous.” Wrecker dropped his phone on the table.
Slayer dropped his chin to his chest. “Let me guess. Two of us are being sent to bumfuck Ohio to keep an eye on these newbie idiots.”
“No.”
Slayer’s head snapped up and his jaw dropped. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
Wrecker shook his head. “Jenkins is going to come after us. We don’t know where he is, but I know here, on our turf, this is where we are the strongest.”
“So, he’s coming, and we’re just going to wait?” Brinks steepled his fingers in front of him. “So, while we wait, we get stronger.”
Wrecker pointed at Brinks. “Right on. But there is also something we have that Jenkins might want.”
“Cora.”
We all looked at Freak.
“And that is why we patched you in.” Wrecker looked at Freak with approval. “He hasn’t shown any interest in Cora before, but I feel with him having basically no one with him that he might remember he has a sister.”
“So, we use her as bait?” I asked.
Brinks stirred next to me. “We’re really gonna use Cora to draw Jenkins in? That seems a bit stupid.”
I glanced over at him and saw he looked fucking tense. Brinks never looked tense. He always just went with the flow and figured shit out as it came at him.
“We’re not going to dangle her like a fucking carrot in front of him, but we have to realize he might come for her.”
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