by Sarah Bale
People move around us. If they think this is odd, they don’t say anything. I start to feel guilty about what we’re doing. It’s one thing to have an arrangement with Bash and Razor. It’s another to be making out with King.
King nips my bottom lip hard enough that I taste blood. “Stop thinking. Just fucking feel.”
“But Bash and Razor…”
“They’ll understand.”
His hand works under my shirt and I moan when he cups my breast. He’s not gentle as he squeezes, but I love it. When his fingernail scrapes over my nipple, I shatter, crying out his name. Hot breath hits my ear right before he sucks my earlobe.
“That’s right, Olivia. Fucking scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel good.”
Looking up at him, he’s like a wild apparition of a war god or something. His long hair is mussed, making him look ferocious. His lips are swollen from kissing me. And his eyes -oh god- his eyes are on fire as he looks at me.
“Your choice. We can fuck here or I can take you back where no one will see us.”
My pulse pounds as I look over his shoulder. No one is paying us any attention because they’re too busy getting off in their own way. Moistening my lips, I reach between us and unbuckle his belt. He lets out a growl as I unbutton his jeans, and catches my lips with his.
“You’re so god damn perfect,” he breathes.
This time his hands go between us, to my shorts. He has them unbuttoned a minute later and slips his hand into my panties.
“You’re fucking drenched. You like knowing people are watching, don’t you?”
I moan as he rubs a slow circle around my clit.
“King.”
My plea makes him smile. He shoves my shorts and panties down my legs, leaving me exposed. The warm air licks my skin, but it is nothing compared to the fire raging inside of me. He pulls a condom from his pocket, putting it on. Then he gives me a look, letting me know exactly what’s going to happen next.
He lifts me and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. The head of his cock brushes my opening right before he slides into me. We both moan when he’s fully inside of me.
“How did you know?” At his look I clarify, “About the website.”
This is probably a bad time to ask, but I need to know.
His cock twitches inside of me. “The Oklahoma boys recommended the site. You pinged as someone nearby.”
“Did you watch any of the videos?”
He thrusts. “Yeah.”
“Which one?”
“The one where you masturbated. Got me going so good.” His lips brush mine. “You’re a fucking vixen, Olivia.”
Our words fall away as our bodies take over. He pounds into me, against the tree, and I hold on, enjoying every moment of it. I’m so close to coming when I look over his shoulder and see Saint watching me. I swear to god I can feel the heat coming off his body, even though he’s at least fifty feet away from me.
King’s thrusts become shallow and we both rock against each other, trying to find our release. I never break eye contact with Saint, though. When King reaches between us and rubs my clit, I come, crying out his name. But Saint is the one I watch. The one I want, to be honest. He doesn’t move until King pulls out and puts me on my feet.
It’s in that moment that I know I need to come clean to all of them. About who I am. Who I’m working for. And who I think is out to get their club.
Saint
I’ve never wanted to hit King more in my life than I do right now. What in the actual fuck is he thinking? Fucking Olivia. Against a tree. Fuck.
Her face crosses my mind. She knew I was watching and she fucking liked it. Hell, I liked it. Taking a swig from the bottle, I pray that the alcohol will do it’s fucking job and make me forget about her.
There’s a tap on the door to my camper and I open it. Mama Bear is there, a plate of food in hand.
“Thought you might be hungry.”
“You’re a lifesaver”
I step aside so she can come in.
“Everything okay out there?”
“You know how it goes, Prez. The later it gets, the more idiotic they all act.” She grins. “Sure miss those fucking days.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
“Let me know if you’re taking any meetings so I can have the girls stock you up on booze or whatnot.”
“Thanks. I don’t have any formal meetings for a few days.” I think. “Keep an eye on the girls from the strip club.”
She makes a face. “Will do.”
The girls from the strip club tend to get overwhelmed at rallies. They’re not used to this kind of partying and I really don’t want to have to take care of the body of some bitch that can’t handle her coke.
“Anything else?”
“No. Go and enjoy yourself, Mama Bear.”
She smiles. “I’m going to call it a night, but you should take your own advice. There’s a lot of pretty girls walking around.”
But the only girl I want is currently fucking three of my officers. I bite back a groan and hold door as she leaves. When she’s gone, I go to my little table and eat by myself. Because when it comes down to it, I don’t have anyone. Not really.
24
Saint
The rally site is a whole different world in the morning. Trash litters the grass, waiting for some unlucky Prospect to dispose of it properly. I step over a used condom. Damn glad I don’t have to do that kind of shit anymore. The bonfire is still going, but isn’t as impressive as it is at night.
People sleep in tents, but some are in the same spots they passed out at last night. Ahead, I see the man I’m looking for. He’s taking a piss on a tree, a bottle of Jack in his free hand.
“Should have known I’d find you with your cock out.”
Grey turns, still pissing. “Saint Massacre. As I fucking live and breathe.”
I wait until he’s finished before moving closer.
“I was shocked when I got your text. Thought for sure you’d be passed out by now.”
I’ve known Grey for years. He’s a member of the Oklahoma chapter of the Devil’s Regents, but we spent a lot of time together in our youth. Hell, he’s practically a brother. We hug and he shoves my shoulder.
“When you going to get your ass to Oklahoma? It’s been too long.”
“It has. I’ll get there one of these days.”
But I we both know I won’t, because there are too many ghosts in Oklahoma.
“We’ve got this new strand of weed.” He kisses his fingers to his lips. “It’s the best shit I’ve smoked in a long time.”
“Bring some by my trailer tonight. We can catch up.”
“Deal.” He looks around. “Where’s the rest of your bitch squad?”
I laugh. “I assume they’re sleeping it off.”
“Saw King banging a new chick last night. She a new whore?”
I fight down the rage I feel whenever anyone refers to Olivia as a whore and shake my head.
“No. She’s our bartender. She’s dating Bash and Razor.”
“Fuck me with a candlestick. Looks like she’s seeing King, too.” He eyes me. “How do you feel about that?”
“Doesn’t matter what I feel.”
“Sure, man. Whatever you say.”
“Were you able to set the meeting up?”
“Emma said she’ll meet up with you. Not sure about the stick in the mud that she’s dating.” He shakes his head. “Still not sure how that whole thing works out. She is with all of the Thompson boys plus that tool.”
“To each their own.”
“Guess so.” He slaps my shoulder. “Be at the bonfire at noon.”
“Thanks, brother.”
Grey stumbles off and I head back to my camper. It’s a longshot talking to Emma Webb’s beau, but it’s all I have going for me right now.
King strolls into my trailer right before noon. He looks more rested than he has in months and I kind of hate him for it.
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“Do you have a minute?”
I knew this was coming and there’s not a god damn thing I can do to avoid it. I point to the empty chair on the other side of the table.
He sits. “Something happened last night.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not even sure how it happened. There’s just something about these fucking rallies.”
He’s not wrong there. Hell, that’s how I met my first wife. Her sweet face crosses my mind and I shove her memory away. I can’t think about her. Not today and certainly not right now.
“King?”
“Right.” He sits a bit taller. “Olivia and I had sex last night.”
“And?”
He looks at me. “I- that’s all you’re going to say?”
“What would you like me to say?”
“Fuck, I don’t know.”
I stand. “We have a meeting to be at.”
“Saint-”
I’m already going out the door.
I make my way to the bonfire and see Emma Webb surrounded by the Thompson boys and a man I don’t recognize. Anyone can see by the scowl on his face that he’s not happy to be here. He scans the crowd and makes eye contact with me. Neither of us look away. He’s trained not to and I won’t give him the satisfaction.
If he recognizes me, it doesn’t show on his face, or he could just be that good. His lips move as he says something. Emma follows his gaze and I give her a little wave. Her eyes light up and she comes toward me.
“Saint! How in the heck are you?”
If anyone else said this, it would sound cheesy, but Emma’s always done things her own way. I pull her into my arms for a hug.
“I’m good. I’m sorry I couldn’t be at your Daddy’s funeral.”
She pulls back. “No need to apologize. There were a lot of people who couldn’t make it, for many different reasons. Aunt Ruby loved the flowers your club sent, though.”
I wasn’t aware that we’d sent flowers, but I nod. “I’m glad. How is she? And your mom?”
A look flickers across her face. “Momma’s not doing very well, but we’re trying to make her comfortable. Aunt Ruby and Aunt Carolyn are taking good care of her.”
“I’m glad to hear it. How’s the new business going?”
She grins. “Dimp sure surprised us all by setting the business up before he passed away. I never thought so many people would want to legally buy moonshine, but we can barely keep enough in stock.”
“Your old man’s brew is the best I’ve ever had,” I say, telling the truth. “It doesn’t surprise me at all that you’re doing so good.”
“We almost didn’t come to the rally. Jasper’s not sure this is the image we want the company to have, but the boys reminded him that this is where Dimp got his start.”
“Is Jasper the one who looks like he wants to rip my head off right now?”
She glances over her shoulder and laughs. “Yeah. That’s him. He’s not as bad as he seems, but it’s hard for him to hang the badge up when he’s not at work.”
“I imagine it’s hard being here then, with all the bad seeds walking around.”
“You’re not a bad seed, Saint.”
I frown. “Sometimes I wonder.”
Just then King saunters up and pulls Emma into his arms, twirling her around in a circle.
“Emma Webb, the love of my life.”
“King.” She actually giggles as she hugs him back.
King’s always had a way with the ladies. I scowl, thinking of him pounding into Olivia.
“How in the hell are you?”
“Good. I was just telling Saint how our business is taking off.”
“Did you bring any samples?”
She wags a finger at him. “We’re legal now, and that means we pay taxes.” Her voice lowers. “But, talk to Ezra. He’s got a few jars off the top for our best customers.”
King puts his hand over his heart. “Emma, I knew you were the one who got away.”
I say, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Emma laughs. “Better not say that too loud, King. My new guy won’t think it’s very funny.”
“The one who’s shooting daggers our way? I bet I can take him.” His voice lowers this time. “Think he’ll talk to us?”
She says, “I’m not sure if he will. He’s still very loyal to his old team, even though he’s not working with them anymore.”
King nods. “Of course. We’d just need a few moments of his time. See if he knows why someone might be targeting our club by feeding information to a rival club.”
Her eyes widen. “You really think it’s the Feds who are doing that?”
“We’ve had one guy confirm it.”
He doesn’t go into detail on how we got him to confirm, but she must know where he’s headed because she holds up her hand.
“I don’t want to know any more, King. But, I’ll see what I can do. Is your club staying onsite?”
I answer, “We’re near the tree line. Can’t miss us.”
She nods. “I’ll try my best. Grey will let you know Jasper’s answer one way or another.”
“Thank you, Em. That’s all we can ask for.”
When she’s gone, King and I head back to our camp. Things are already getting wild and the sun hasn’t even gone down yet. But, that’s what happens when you get over a thousand bikers in a secluded space. Anything goes.
My gaze goes to Olivia, whose sitting between Bash and Razor, where’s she’s semi-safe.
“You should go to her.”
I glare at him. “Fuck off.”
“Come on, man. If you’d stop being so fucking stubborn-”
“I’ll be in my camper. Let me know if Grey stops by.”
I slam the door behind me for good measure. Then I grab the biggest bottle of Hennessey I can find and go to the bedroom. Fuck this day.
Someone pounds on the door, jarring me from my drunken haze. The bottle in my hand crashes to the floor, spilling what little is left.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I’m up. Stop knocking.”
I pull on my pants and boots and go to the door, pushing it open. King stands there, smirking up at me.
“What?”
“Emma Webb came through for us.” He eyes me. “You look like shit.”
“Fuck off.”
I pull my t-shirt over my head and follow King from the camper. The moon is high in the sky, which means I’ve been passed out for a few hours.
“Why does he want to meet so late?”
“Who the fuck knows?”
We walk up to a truck. The Thompson boys are sitting next to it in lawn chairs, drinking.
Abel Thompson calls out, “Holy shit. Saint, how the hell are you?”
He slaps his hand into mine, shaking it.
Ezra stands and says, “Em said you wanted some off the top. We’ve got two jars for you.”
“I’ll take care of that,” King says with a grin.
Finn says, “Jasper will be back in a bit, if that’s who you’re looking for. He and Em are playing horseshoes.”
By the twinkle in his eyes, I’m guessing they’re playing another kind of game.
“How’s Cain?”
Cain is the only Thompson brother who didn’t stay in Broken Bow, Oklahoma. Last I heard he was living in Little Rock, practicing law.
Finn grins. “He’s around here somewhere.”
My surprise must show because Ezra adds, “He’s working in Broken Bow. Mostly, he keeps Abel out of jail.”
This causes the brothers to banter, while King and I watch. Growing up, I used to wish for this – for siblings to share a bond with. I didn’t get that until I joined the Devil’s Regents.
I say to King, “Reminds me of us when we were younger.”
King grins. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Much like siblings, this little conversation is enough for me to get over my anger toward King. We’ll be okay. We always are.
Soft laughter fi
lls the air as Emma walks up, arms wrapped around Jasper. He scowls when he sees me and she slaps his arm.
“Now don’t be like that, Jasper.”
He actually softens at her words.
She turns to me and says, “Saint, this is Jasper Brooks. Jasper, this is Saint Massacre.” To everyone else she says, “Let’s give them some privacy.”
Ezra and Finn get on each side of Emma, throwing their arms over her shoulder, as if it’s something they do every day. Abel and King follow, leaving Jasper and me alone.
I hold out my hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Jasper crosses his arms. “I’m here because I told Emma I would speak to you. That doesn’t make us friends and that sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m going to help you.”
“I can respect that and I respect you. I’ve known Emma and her family for a very long time.”
“Let’s leave my girlfriend out of this. Okay?”
“Fine. We suspect our club is being watched by the FBI.”
He looks pointedly at my cut and says, “Your gang is a one-percenter. I think your suspicions are correct.”
“We’re not a gang.”
He snorts. “Sure.”
“We had two runs in the last month that were sabotaged by another club. One of their men said it was the Feds who leaked information to them right before he killed himself.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Care to explain why not?”
“If the Feds are watching your club, then they’re collecting information to bring you down. They’re not going to have someone else do the dirty work.”
“Is it possible there’s a leak in the FBI?”
“It’s more likely the leak is coming from your club. If I were you-” He shakes his head. “God, I can’t believe I’m even saying this. If I were you, I would take a look at my club. Any new members? New employees? Anyone you don’t personally know who’s suddenly hanging around your club?”
“There’s no one-”
Except for Olivia. Holy motherfucking god. It’s Olivia.
