Lean Into It (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 2)

by Winter Travers

  I sipped on my wine but grabbed my fork.

  Kimber cleared her throat and managed to pick her jaw off the floor. “Did you want to try to watch that movie again tonight?”

  My eyes darted to Dyno whose focus was on his plate now.

  “I was thinking of calling it a night early tonight. It was a long day at work.”

  A smirk curled the ends of Dyno’s mouth.

  “Right,” Kimber drawled. “Definitely a long day.”

  I bugged my eyes out at her and tried not to laugh.

  Kimber pointed her fork at me. “I’m surprised you’re even keeping your eyes open right now.”

  Quinn walked through the front door and over to the table. He looked from Kimber and me, trying to figure out why it looked like I was trying to mentally strangle Kimber. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

  “Oh, nothing,” Kimber replied sweetly. “Fancy had a really long day today, and she was just talking about going to bed early.”

  Quinn nodded. “Something tells me there is way more to what you are saying, but I honestly don’t want to get into whatever you two have going on.”

  “Oh,” Kimber laughed, “I’m not part of the two this time.”

  I shoveled a forkful of food into my mouth. If I managed to keep food or wine in my mouth, I wasn’t going to have to be a part of this conversation.

  Quinn filled his plate and sat down next to Kimber. “How’d things go today?” he asked.

  Dyno wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Good. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary.”

  “How would you know it was out of the ordinary?” Kimber asked.

  Dyno shrugged. “I don’t really know, but I’d know if it happened.”

  How completely vague of Dyno. Kimber eyed him cautiously. She wasn’t buying a single word he was saying. She hadn’t really talked to me about it, but she wasn’t falling for the lame excuses Quinn and Dyno were telling her about why one of the guys always had to be with us.

  “Anything happen with Petra today?” she asked.

  Quinn shook his head. “No, babe. And that is a good thing.”

  “So, are you guys going to tell me what the hell is going on, or do I get to dream up some crazy reason why you’re watching us like hawks?”

  Dyno glanced at Quinn.

  I took a sip of wine and smiled wide. The wine was doing its job. “I, for one, don’t know either, but with this serial killer hanging around the clubhouse, I’m kind of glad to have my own personal bodyguard.”

  “What do you mean hanging around?” Quinn asked.

  “Oh,” Kimber exclaimed. “You remember what we talked about this morning about the killer leaving bodies leading to the clubhouse. The guy has to be around.”

  “That doesn’t mean he’s hanging around,” Quinn pointed out. “It’s just a coincidence he’s dropping the bodies around here.”

  I wasn’t too sure about that. If this guy was killing women and placing them strategically in empty parking lots one street over each time, he obviously had some type of plan.

  Kimber took over the conversation, talking about various serial killers and how and why they did what they did.

  “Should I be concerned that you know all of that?” Quinn asked her after she went on a five minute tirade about Ted Bundy.

  “What do you mean?” she asked dumbly.

  Quinn grabbed his empty plate and dropped it in the sink. “I’m gonna wake up with a sock in my mouth and trussed up like a turkey.”

  Dyno choked on the last bite of his food, and a giggle escaped my lips.

  “Oh, please,” Kimber protested. “If I planned on doing that, I wouldn’t be talking about all of this out loud.” She stood up and grabbed her empty plate. “That would be dumb of me.”

  Quinn grabbed her plate from her and dropped it in the sink. “Right. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be sleeping with one eye open for the next few nights.” He turned on the water and stopped up the sink. “I got the dishes since you made dinner.”

  “Aww,” Kimber gushed. She leaned toward him and licked his cheek. “Your skin is going to make a great addition to my lampshade.”

  Quinn backed up, planted a shoulder in her stomach, and hoisted her over his head.

  “Quinn,” she squealed. “You’re going to drop me.” She was face to his ass and had her arms wrapped around his waist.

  “Hush, woman,” he warned. He stalked over to the couch and dumped her next Rhino. “Sit there and try not to plot anyone’s murder.”

  She flipped around so her head wasn’t by Rhino’s butt and smiled wide at him. “I’m really not the serial killer. I can barely lift two gallons of milk over my head. There is no way I could heft a body in and out of a car.”

  “The fact that you’ve had time to think about that is slightly concerning.” Rhino scooted away from Kimber.

  Kimber smiled wide. “Thanks.”

  “Jesus,” Quinn muttered.

  Dyno tapped his fork against my almost empty glass. “You still good?”

  “Good for what?” I asked softly.

  Dyno grabbed both of our plates and set them next to the sink. “You need help with this?” he asked Quinn.

  Quinn shook his head. “Nah. I was going to do them, but now that I thought about it, I’m going to have Point and Sledge do them while Kimber and I go buy a dishwasher.”

  “Bullshit,” Sledge called.

  “I second that,” Point agreed.

  Petra walked out of the hallway and grabbed a plate.

  “Hey, girl,” Kimber called. “I was wondering if you heard me call that dinner was ready.”

  Petra plopped a spoonful of ziti on her plate and shook her head. “I would have to be deaf and in the next county to have not heard you yell.” She grabbed two slices of bread and a fork. “I was just waiting for the line to clear out.”

  “Smart girl,” I muttered. I drained the rest of my glass and held it up in the air.

  Dyno plucked it from my hand and set it by the sink.

  “Wow,” Petra laughed. “You have managed to train a biker.”

  Dyno grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. “Bedtime,” he said lowly.

  “If only he was potty trained.” I peeled off into a fit of giggles, and Petra barked with laughter. Maybe the wine had gone to my head a little bit.

  Dyno lead my down the hallway and stopped in front of our door. “What’s eight times eleven?”

  “Eight-eight.” I tipped my head to the side. “I didn’t know there was going to be a pop quiz.”

  Dyno opened the door and flipped on the lights. “Just making sure you’re all there.”

  I catapulted myself onto the bed and flopped down. I stretched my arms over my head and sighed. “I’m all here. Just slightly tipsy.” I pointed to the deflated air mattress on the floor. “I didn’t think you wanted to do this on that.”

  Dyno pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.

  Sweet mother of Jesus.

  He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off.

  Whoa.

  Dyno was not messing around. Not that I minded him standing in front of me in just his underwear.

  He planted his knees on the bed and crawled over me. “Pretty sure I’d do this with you anywhere.” He nodded to the deflated mattress. “Even on there, though the bed seems a hell of a lot more comfortable.”

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. “Kiss me, Dyno.”

  A growl escaped his lips at my words. “You know where kissing is going to lead, Fancy.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Are you ready for that?”

  I nodded and ran my fingers down his chest. I had been ready for this since Dyno had kissed me on his bike. I wanted to feel the weight of his body on me while he pounded his dick into me and I called out his name. “More than ready.”

  Dyno and I may not know everything about each other, but I knew what was about to happen was exactly what I wanted
.

  “Right answer, baby.” His hands grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His fingers went to the waist of my pants and worked them over my hips and off. “Now we’re on even turf.”

  His hands roamed over my body, and he pressed warm kisses over my collarbone.

  “Dyno,” I gasped.

  He tugged down the cups of my bra and cupped my breasts in his hands. “You are fucking perfect, Fancy.”

  That was very debatable, but if Dyno wanted to think that while his lips were pressed against my skin, then I wasn’t going to argue with him.

  I arched my back off the bed, and he reached around to unhook my bra. He slid the straps over my arms and tossed it on the floor with the rest of our clothes. He cupped my breast with one hand and covered the other with his mouth.

  He teased and nipped my nipple while my hands roamed all over his back. “God, yes,” I moaned.

  While I had dated a lot, I hadn’t done this a lot. It had been a pretty long dry spell before Dyno.

  He lifted his head and he smirked. “Is this better than watching a movie with Kimber tonight?”

  My fingers delved into his hair, and I lifted my head. He moved up my body and pressed his lips to mine. “More than better,” I whispered.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about, baby.”

  “I should be telling you my name is Fancy, but there’s something about the way you call me baby that just works.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Though everything about you seems to work for me.”

  “Same, baby. Fucking same,” he growled.

  His kiss devoured me. Giving and taking all at once. Our tongues danced, tasting and drinking each other in.

  My hands grabbed the waistband of his underwear and worked them over his ass. He leaned back, pulled them all the way off, and sat back on his heels. He slowly stroked his cock, his eyes never leaving mine.

  His arms were covered in colorful ink, and a huge set of wings spread across his chest. My fingers itched to trace every line and color. I didn’t know how I had gotten so lucky to be lying here with him, but I was damn thankful.

  “Take your panties off, baby.”

  I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my panties before the words were completely out of his mouth, and I pulled them down and over my knees. They sailed through the air and landed at the foot of the bed. “Ready,” I chirped.

  Dyno chuckled. He hooked his arms behind my knees and pulled me down the bed so my ass was touching his knees. He leaned forward, his body over me, and planted a hand in the bed by my head. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  His hand pressed against my pussy, and swear to Christ, I could have come right then and there.

  “Uh, more than ready,” I whispered. “It’s been awhile.”

  His eyes heated with desire. “No shit.” His fingers parted the lips of my pussy. “How long has it been, Fancy?”

  I racked my brain trying to do the math. “Uh, I think about nine months?” Though with Dyno between my legs, I couldn’t think of anyone but him.

  His finger stroked my clit, and I about levitated off the bed.

  “Holy sweet mother of Jesus,” I gasped.

  My toys had gotten a workout the past few months, and they normally satisfied me, but my toys had nothing on this man touching me.

  He leaned over me and pressed his lips to my ear. “You wanna come on my hand or my dick, baby?”

  “Your hand.” I gulped and sighed as his finger moved. “And then your dick.”

  Dyno growled in my ear and nipped my earlobe between his teeth. “You are so fucking hot.”

  His finger flicked my clit, and stars flashed before me.

  I gasped his name and planted my heels into the soft mattress. “Yes. Yes, Dyno.”

  His fingers moved faster, my pussy flooding with my desire for him. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand.”

  A low moan escaped my lips, and my hips came off the bed. My orgasm washed over me, and I shouted his name. “Dyno!”

  He pressed his lips against mine, and he covered my body with his as tremors rocked through me.

  “I should be embarrassed about how quickly that happened.”

  Dyno chuckled and trailed his fingers up and down my side. “Nothing embarrassing about that, baby. It was fucking hot.”

  His lips pressed against mine, and he kissed me ‘til I was nothing but Jell-O beneath him. I was his to do whatever he wanted with.

  His dick lay heavy against my thigh, and I bucked my hips, eager for him to fill me. He sat back, leaned over the edge of the bed, and grabbed his pants off the floor. He grabbed a square foil packet from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom over his length, and I bit my lip as I watched him.

  He stroked his dick slowly and growled my name. “Ready to go for a ride, baby?”

  I was more than ready. I had been primed for him since the kiss in the elevator earlier. I nodded and spread my legs wide.

  He laid his hand on the top of my pussy and pressed his thumb against my clit. He flicked the tiny bud as he slowly pushed his thick cock into me.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  He slowly stretched me open, and by the time he was planted to the root inside me, my eyes were clamped shut and my back was arched off the bed.

  “Breath, baby,” Dyno whispered. He snaked his arms under my back and lifted me up ‘til I was sitting on top of him with his dick buried inside me. “This okay?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  I opened my eyes and nodded. “More than okay.”

  My voice was strained, and all I wanted him to do was start moving. My knees were planted on the bed, and I managed to have enough leverage to push myself up and then lower myself back onto him.

  “Fucking hell,” he mumbled.

  I planted my hands on his shoulders, giving myself more leverage to go faster and harder.

  “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

  I slammed down onto his dick and moaned his name. I was going to embarrass myself again because in about thirty seconds and four more deep thrusts of his dick, I was going to come all over him.

  His hands were splayed on my waist, and a bead of sweat sat on his upper lip. On a downward thrust, I leaned forward and sealed my lips to his. The salty taste of his sweat mingled with the sweet taste of his mouth.

  Desire took over, and I slammed up and down on him, reaching for my orgasm.

  “Take it, baby. Fuck me.” His fingers delved into my hair, and he yanked my head back. His teeth sunk into my neck, and I shouted his name at the sweet taste of pain and pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me, and my body went limp.

  Dyno thrust two more times then grunted my name into my hair. He emptied his cum into me and collapsed backward, taking me with him. I draped my body over him and sighed contently.

  Our labored breathing mingled, and our bodies melted into each other.

  “Now that is how you go to bed early.”

  A chuckle rumbled through his body, and he pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “I have to agree with that, baby. It’s also a good way to break in a bed.”

  “So true,” I whispered.

  “A nap and then round two?” he asked.

  I nodded sleepily and sighed. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”

  “Then hold on tight, baby, because I’ve got a whole ton of ideas just like that one.”

  I closed my eyes and limply held up my thumb. “Then start telling them to me, Dyno. I want all of your ideas.”

  ✽✽✽

  Chapter Twenty

  Lumber yards and lunch…

  Dyno

  “You’re sure this is all you need?”

  “For now.” I handed over my credit card and leaned against the counter. “I have our first job lined up. We start next week.”

  “Shit.” Quinn folded his arms over his chest. “You think we’re actually ready for it?”

  We were at the local lumber yard picking u
p four ladders, a set of scaffolding, and a new radial saw. Also known as exercising my credit card some more.

  I nodded to the woman running my card. “As soon as that goes through and we load up the truck, we will be.”

  “You got a lot of fucking faith in us.”

  I shrugged and pulled out my phone. Rhino had driven Petra to work today, and Point had taken Fancy and Kimber. All week, I had been staying at the hospital with the girls, but today, I needed to get some stuff done for the club. “We killed redoing the clubhouse. Everything we did there is basically all we are going to be doing on jobs.”

  “You texting Point?” Quinn asked.

  “Maybe.” I looked up from my phone.

  “Or Fancy?” he smirked.

  I shook my head. “Already texted her.”

  I did send off a quick message to Point asking how the day was going. Neither Fancy nor I had warned him about the shit lunch in the cafeteria. I was waiting to hear him bitch about how shitty the food was.

  “So you gonna tell me what the hell is going on with you two?”

  The cashier handed me back my credit card and a long receipt. “Have a good day,” she chirped.

  I put my card back in my wallet handed the receipt to Quinn. “Add that to the tab for the club.”

  He grabbed it and cringed. “I haven’t added all of these up yet because I’m pretty terrified about how big that number is going to be.”

  It was a pretty terrifying number, but I had no doubt it would only be a year before the club had everything paid back and would be in the black. “Gotta start somewhere, brother. Plus, I’m not charging you interest on that big number.”

  “You can head around to the lumber yard to pick everything up. They’ll tell you where to go at the gate.” The cashier smiled quickly at me, and her eyes darted to Quinn. Her gaze kept going to him the whole time she had been ringing us up, and Quinn had no fucking clue. The guy really only had eyes for Kimber.

  We walked out to the truck, and I slid my sunglasses over my eyes. “You notice the cashier was trying to get your attention the whole time?”

  Quinn chuckled. “I might have noticed it. That’s why I didn’t talk to her. No point in having her think she’s got a shot with me. I figured maybe she would set her sights on you then.”