I have a small double edge glaive blade sailing through the air faster than this prick can think. His hand and gun are on the way to the ground as I catch my returning blade and toss my leg over my bike.
“Tell whoever sent you, I’m coming for them,” I bark as the motherfucker screams over his severed hand.
Before anyone can make me out in the shadows, I’m ghost. Just like the winged reaper I am. Some unlucky bastards are going to learn how I earned my patch and my tat.
Chapter 25
Report
Brick
I pulled over halfway back home. I need to fill King in on what I’ve found out. I pull my phone out and dial while still straddling my bike.
All exhaustion is forgotten as rage and adrenaline pump through my body. I’ve been turning this information over and over. Clayton’s voice ringing in my head.
“What have you got for me?” King says as he answers the phone.
I don’t waste time in my answer. “We’re looking at a few problems. Finch doesn’t want or can’t clear his debt so he’s selling us out so he doesn’t have to pay.”
“Son of a bitch. I’d been showing him a courtesy because of my old man. He’s done,” he grates out.
“I feel you. I’m on that one as soon as you give the word,” I reply. “Someone’s lurking in the shadows. Trying to take you and the club down. They want everything dear to you to burn.”
“What the fuck?”
I blow out a heavy breath. “I couldn’t get names. No one has one for me yet, but trust me, I’ll get it or them. Whoever’s behind this has my full attention now.”
“What else have you got? I hear it in your voice,” King says tightly.
“First, Mags has shaken some shit loose with her games. She’s a bigger player in this. Her problem, it’s ours, but ours is aware of her problem and wants it to be ours. You feel me?”
“Yeah, I got you. It’s time to handle her ass. We remove her and that clears a path,” he replies.
“Yeah, but something’s incomplete. I’m not ready to move her off the board. Soon brother,” I say thoughtfully. “I think it’s better to keep her close for now.”
“I’m trusting your judgment, but you know how I feel. Reel that shit in.”
I grunt and move onto the other part of the night that has my attention. “Second, I was attacked outside the club. I sent a warning, but it’s clear these motherfuckers are bold.”
King starts to curse, and I believe he throws something across the room as the mushing sound rings out over the phone. I can hear the rage building inside him over the line. I know the feeling all too well. I’ve been trying to ride it off on my way back to South Carolina.
That hasn’t happened yet.
“Get your ass back here. We need to strategize.” The line goes dead.
Chapter 26
Mine
Owen
The rest of the ride back still doesn’t help to release the tightness in my chest or the rage coursing through my veins. The more I think about it the more pissed I get. The open road has done nothing to clear my mind this time around either.
What I need is in the form of a little brown, five foot four package. I need to get my hands on Eva. In this moment, seeing her sweet face would be enough to soothe my soul.
My mama died when I was five and that’s what caused my daddy to move close to his sister in South Carolina. Before she died, my mama was my place of comfort. She was always gentle with me. Always had a smile for me.
I guess that’s what draws me to Eva. I can’t remember a time when she hasn’t had a smile for me, well, with the exception of the night I left her here at the clubhouse.
I climb off my bike, the exhaustion returning, but the first thing on my mind is to find my way to Eva. My room here at the club is nowhere near hers. Cage made sure that the girls’ rooms here were off on their own end of the club. Nowhere near the brothers’ bedrooms.
Any brother awake who gives two shits will see me making my way to her, but at this point, I don’t care. As has become the norm, I have no value for my life over hers. I need to make things right. I’d been too tied up while I was gone to give her a call.
As I drag my tired body toward the clubhouse, I pull out my phone with the intention to send Eva a text to let her know we need to talk. I curse under my breath. It’s nearly five in the morning. I rode hard to get here as soon as I could, but it’s still the middle of the night.
“I should probably mind my own business,” I hear someone say, causing me to look up.
I grin when I find Misty looking back at me. Misty is one gorgeous girl. She and Eva have always been able to find trouble with their looks. Only difference is, Misty knows what she’s working with and will intentionally bring a man to his knees without batting a lash.
“Is that right?” I murmur.
“You and I both know it is. I’m just making things worse for myself. He hasn’t told Mix, yet. I know he’s still struggling with the age thing. This thing with you and Eva is going to set us all back.” She frowns.
“I take it she told you.” I lift a brow at her.
Misty nods. “We’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”
“Really?” I ask and watch for her reaction.
I know this not to be a fact. Misty’s face falls as she looks down at the ground. She begins playing with the hem of the oversized T-shirt she has on. I make a mental note of who the T-shirt most likely belongs to.
“I want to tell her. I will soon. With everything going on, it’s not like I’ll be able to hide things for much longer,” Misty says quietly.
I nod in understanding. “What are you doing out here anyway?” I ask.
“Waiting on you.” She shrugs her little shoulders. “Besides, I needed the fresh air.”
“What can I do for you?” I say tiredly as I prop a shoulder against the side of the clubhouse.
“Actually, it’s what I can do for you.” She perks up again. She reaches under her oversized shirt into her shorts pocket and holds out her hand. Dangling from her fingers is a key, on a heart shaped keychain.
I tilt my head and eye the key. “It’s the key to her room. She always keeps it locked. I have a feeling she’s in her feelings about something that can be explained. Eva doesn’t know how gorgeous she is. She doesn’t get that someone like you could want her.” Her voice sounds sad as she speaks of her friend.
“She let you in. That’s big. I know she’s had a crush on you for forever. She tried to hide it, but I know her too well. Don’t make me regret this, Brick. You two are going to make my life hell, but I think it’ll be worth it in the end.”
I reach for the key and push off the wall. “Thanks, and for what it’s worth. She means the world to me. Your shit will work out too. He’s stubborn, but he cares about you. He’s not going to let anything get in the way of that,” I offer.
“Yeah, I know. Things are intense around here. I can feel it all coming to a head. Something big is brewing and it’s going to take us all for a ride.” She sighs.
“We’ll handle it just fine. We live for the ride.” I chuckle and wrap an arm around her shoulder to lead her into the clubhouse.
She shouldn’t have been sitting out here alone in the first place. I note the prospects patrolling the perimeters, but Misty is best safe inside. I welcome the warmth of the clubhouse as we step in.
One thing is on my mind as I see the clear path to the hall leading to Eva’s room. My woman, Eva. I’m finally going to get to make this right.
Eva
I can feel him all over me. His heat, his hands, his mouth, there isn’t a place left unconsumed by him. It feels so real. My heartache is forgotten as I get lost in his touch.
Right here, right now, all is forgotten and forgiven. The last three days of mourning are a thing of the past. All I want, all I need is him. I moan as my skin burns beneath his hot, wet kisses.
I can trust him here. It’s not real. It’s a dream m
y heart yearns for so much I can feel it all throughout my body. Even in my sleep.
When his tongue runs through my folds I feel my body quake like only Owen can make it. I whimper out in desperate hope this never ends. He’s devouring my honey with such hunger. My thighs are quivering on his shoulders.
I clench the sheets in my fingertips and arch off the bed. My hips rock to a rhythm of their own as he clamps a hand over one thigh and the other over my belly. His huge warm hand pressing down on my flesh warms my whole body and wraps me in a heat that makes me feel safe and free.
His groans fill the room and create a sonic quake that booms through me. Yes, I can trust him here. I can allow this feeling here. It’s what I need most. To feel, not to think, not to worry, not to cry. My only cries are cries of pleasure.
When my body explodes and I gush in his mouth, it is all too real. The feel of him latching on to claim my juices, the wetness between my cheeks, and my toes curling—it all sends me spiraling.
I bolt upright and blink the sleep away, my body is humming a song for the one man it knows. Only as I blink yet again, I’m startled by what comes into view. How the hell did he even get in here?
Owen’s green eyes are glowing hungrily back at me. I compress my brows as I try to process whether or not I’m awake. I watch his bare broad chest and shoulders as he stalks up my body like a panther. He glides his hands up from my ankles, over my calves, to my thighs, up my sides, to stop right under my heaving breasts.
I’m stuck, my brain is still scrambled from the orgasm that’s still rocking my body with aftershocks. I look down at his pale hands on my brown skin. My chest pangs because they look like they belong there.
I usually keep my door locked because I sleep in the nude or in my underwear. I know I locked that door. I flicker my eyes back up to his with questions in them.
He ignores the look and dips his head to wrap his warm mouth around my nipple. He draws it deep into his mouth as he rubs his rough thumb over the other tight peak.
I drop my head back as I gasp and whimper. I shake away the cobwebs and gain the strength to press a hand to his chest to push him away.
“Brick,” I call out.
My nipple pops free from his mouth and he looks up at me with a loud growl. I eye him warily and get ready to tell him to get out of my room, but he has other plans.
He slides his large hand to span my back. I part my lips on a stolen breath as his thick tip pushes through my entrance. I sob. He covers my mouth with his heated one to absorb my cries. He moves his hips slowly as he thrusts in and out of me.
He kisses me for what must be a full five minutes, while keeping the same pace, before he breaks the kiss and locks his green eyes with my brown. I have to close my eyes to block out the intensity I see there. He places his forehead to mine.
I’m so confused. I don’t understand how he can make love to me like this if I mean so little to him. I turn my head to break the connection.
I should know better. He’s not having it. Brick grasps my face with his fingertips and turns me back to him.
He nips my bottom lip, then kisses the sting away. A single tear slips free and I’m so angry at myself. I push harder at his chest.
“Brick, stop,” I say weakly.
“You’re mine, Eva,” he growls. “You know damn fucking well how I feel about you. And stop calling me Brick before I spank your ass.”
I go from feeling sorry for myself to being pissed off. I reach to shove my hands in his hair. I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles at the small of his back.
He growls as I start to rock my hips on him. He slides his hand lower to cup my ass. He squeezes my cheek and lifts me from the mattress. Just what I needed to take over.
I stare him in the eyes as I start to grind my hips and fuck him like I own him. His nostrils begin to flare like they always do when it’s getting really good for him. He grits his teeth as I drip all over him.
He’s never given me control like this and I’ve never tried to take it. I’m pissed but turned on by the power I have over him after feeling so helpless the last few days. I don’t take my eyes off his as I let all my emotions show. All my hurt, disappointment, and betrayal.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Damn, yes.”
“You like that?” I grunt. “Is this what you want? This is what I know O-wen.” I drag his name out. “I know you like fucking me. I know you can’t get enough of this pussy. That’s all I know.”
Brick growls loudly again. I’m shocked and more pissed off when he slaps the shit out of my ass. He grabs my waist and takes control, bringing me down on his shaft hard.
He arrests my lips in a searing kiss. “The fuck you say to me?” His breathing is harsh as it fans my lips. “I love you. I’m in… fucking… love with you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Not just your pussy, baby girl.”
He points to the center of my chest. “I love your heart.” He brushes my hair from my temple. “I love your mind.” He caresses my lip with his thumb. “I love your smile. I just love you, baby.”
I freeze, searching his eyes. It’s as if they are pleading with me to understand. I move my hands from his hair and cup his face. I noticed the small cut on his left cheek earlier. I run my finger right below it, allowing myself to care. He closes the distance to peck my lips.
“So, why are we hiding?” I whisper.
Owen sighs. “Eva, I want you wearing my brand as soon as I can get it on you. Things are fucked up. You know we did this wrong. I haven’t had a chance to tell King, but I have every intention to. I’m not giving you up. I told you that.”
“But you were only keeping me at your place as a favor. That hurt,” I say and watch his face for a reaction.
He frowns and reaches a hand into my hair. “King asked me to keep you with me, but not before I had already made up my mind to do so. You. Are. Mine,” he says huskily in between punctuating each word with kisses.
“You need to fix this, Owen.”
“Don’t tell me things I already know, baby girl.”
“Okay.” I nod and kiss him back. “Okay.”
“Okay, what, baby?” He groans as he starts to move me up and down on his length again.
“Okay, I love you, too. I’m yours.”
“Damn straight.” He gives me the sexiest grin. “You’re the one I need, Eva. You know you’re my woman. Don’t ever question that.”
A smile spreads across my face. I slide my fingers back into his hair. “Shut up and finish what you started,” I breathe against his lips.
“You sure that’s what you want?” he grunts teasingly.
“Yes,” I keen as he begins to thrust up into me.
“Damn, I’ve missed you. I’ll handle this shit. I don’t think I can handle not touching you,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Oh God, baby, I’m coming,” I gasp.
“Yes, baby girl, give me what I own.”
The rasp in his voice sends a shiver through me, sending me over. I give Owen all I have before I slump against his chest. I’ll have to ask about that scar later. Not that he’ll tell me. Something tells me it’s club business.
Owen
I cradle Eva to my chest as she slumps into me.
“I love you, baby girl,” I murmur and kiss the top of her head.
My heart swells at the thought of her saying it back only moments ago. From the moment I entered the room and saw her naked chocolate body stretched out on the bed, I needed to get my hands on her. I couldn’t think straight until I did.
I stripped right out of my suit and crawled between her thick thighs. I wanted to worship every part of her body. I must have licked and sucked on every inch of her before those pretty brown eyes opened to me. By then, I’d marked the sides of her breasts, inner thighs and ass with my mouth.
It was the only way I could mark and claim her the way I wanted to. It finally hit me hard. I love Eva.
Yeah, I said it. I love her. Finally, it’s no
longer a thought. Saying it has made it as real as it gets. I don’t know how that shit snuck up on me, but I’ve fallen like a ton of bricks. She’s what I want, what I need, what I crave.
I turn onto my back and lie down, pulling her body over mine. I miss falling asleep with her in my arms. First thing in the morning, I plan to fix this.
I’m shoving shit on the pile, but it is what it is. We’ll all just have to deal. I know I should get my ass up and go to my own room. I’ve been playing with fire as it is.
However, my lids are too heavy, and my body starts to bleed into the mattress. Eva’s warmth around me only pulls my exhausted body further under. Before I know it, I’m fast asleep with my woman in my arms.
Chapter 27
Something is Up
Owen
I woke to my phone buzzing on the nightstand, where I placed it last night before climbing between Eva’s thighs. I’m annoyed to be awakened from some of the best sleep I’ve had in days. For a split-second the feel of Eva’s heavy breasts on my bare chest has me considering ignoring the text chirping for my attention.
Once I crack my eyes open and reach for the phone, I wish I had. With a grunt, I smoothly pull from under Eva’s body. I find my clothes and tug them back on. As I button up my dress shirt, I bend and kiss Eva’s forehead, and because I simply can’t resist, I place a quick kiss on her lips.
I grumble under my breath, not wanting to wake her. Spotting her phone next to mine, I grab it and place it on the pillow beside her. When she wakes it’s sure to be the first thing she sees, and she’ll see my messages waiting.
Quietly, I slip out of her room and go to send her a text to let her know I have to handle some club business. I barely get to hit send when I stiffen as I hear, “Well, well, well, why am I not surprised to find you here?”
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