Did Frieda Malan have a connection to the poachers they hadn’t uncovered yet? While running possible scenarios through his head he listened to the conversations going on around him.
“So, let me get this straight in my head.” Breker said very quietly. “Your mother is my mother’s cousin and that makes us second cousins. You have to be the daughter of the hippies my Gran has been mumbling about for years.”
Shaking her head Sunny immediately denied it.
“My parents aren’t hippies. My dad is a farmer and my stepmum is a farmer’s wife. She is the only mother I’ve ever known. Raindrop, the hippie, flies in and out of my life but she never stays and isn’t my mother. Malie, my stepmum, raised me from the age of three, so she’s my mother in everything but blood.”
Breker grinned. “That’s going to piss Gran off because she’s convinced you’re all a bunch of druggies and sex fiends.”
His little doll shrugged. “I’m not going to pretend Raindrop and her parents don’t use drugs or have sex with multiple partners, they do. But that is not true of my parents. My parents are committed to each other and they raised my brothers and me to be responsible citizens.” She gave a tiny smile. “Not that the boys aren’t a bit of a handful, they are, but they are good boys at heart.”
His president thumped a hand on his desk and an instant silence fell over the group.
“What I’d like to know is how Sunny being related to the Flying Herons connects to the poachers. It just seems too random to believe that shit. We’re missing something.”
“I think you’re right, Prez. It just feels like there’s a gap in the story somewhere. But I just can’t put my finger on what it is.” Jagger glanced at the confused face of his woman and was pissed at not being able to clear her confusion.
“You’re right, Jag.” Hawk said with a frown. “That’s why Ziggy is going over everything we know with a fine toothed comb. If there’s anything he’ll find it. In the mean time we carry on with our plans as before with one small change.” His prez looked at Breker. “I want your mother to come in earlier tomorrow so we can have a chat. Maybe she can help us throw some light on this confusing mess.”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence, maybe the poaching has nothing to do with the Herons or with me and all it is, is a bunch of opportunistic bastards targeting the Sanctuary.” Sunny’s voice was full of the strain she was feeling.
Jagger reached over, took her hand and squeezed softly.
“Sweetheart, let it rest until we know more. All we’re doing now is running in circles trying to connect random events to make sense of what we know. Once Hawk has a chat with Frieda I’m sure we’ll have more clarity. Let’s leave it for today and rather concentrate on getting you out of the clubhouse to the safety of Beast and Rider’s home.”
Jagger was relieved when she nodded her acceptance of his suggestion and by his presidents slight chin lift he knew he was happy to leave it as is for now as well.
Not that it would really be left. Ziggy would be deep diving every single person in Sunny and Frieda’s lives to ensure they are who they say they are. He had no worries about her father and stepmother but it was her biological mother and her grandparents that had him worried. Their so-called colony was outside of Cape Town and he would bet his dirty socks they were involved in the drug trade in some way. And that would tie them to the Syndicate because they ran the trafficking of drugs in the greater Cape Town area.
A call to Dominick might settle some of the questions they had.
It pissed him off that Sunny had been exposed to her biological mother’s shit when she was younger and making her infrequent visits to her mother at the colony. He can only imagine how upset her parents would be if they found out she had been exposed to drugs at such a young age. But maybe they knew and that’s why the visits ended. He wondered how much she had seen without realising what it was she saw. She was a little girl, they would have lied to her and she would have believed them.
Shit, that meant it was yet another talk he needed to have with his little doll.
Shrugging it off for now he turned to Hawk and again ran their plans for their poker night by him.
He was surprised when his prez invited himself and his old lady to the join them.
“It will confuse anyone who’s spying on us when a few of the officers and lieutenants head to Beast and Rider’s place. We’ll put it out that we’re playing poker while our women are having a long overdue movie night. We haven’t hung out together in months and I think we need to relax before tomorrow night. None of us will be at ease while we have strangers in our clubhouse.” He looked at Breker. “Sorry, brother, no offence, but it’s just the way it is. We don’t know your hangarounds or club girls, and as far as we’re concerned they’re strangers.”
“None taken, Prez.” Breker gave a short nod as he straightened in his chair. “I think I would feel the same, no, wait, I do actually feel the same. I passed the list of those invited to Ziggy but as we all know there will be gate crashers coming in with those we invited. My boys and I will keep a sharp eye out and evict anyone we didn’t invite. You have my word on that.”
“Appreciate it, brother.” Hawk gave a slow nod. “We’ll leave this in Ziggy’s capable hands for now. Tomorrow I’ll have a talk with Frieda and then we’ll see if any of what we know or suspect are connected.”
When they left the office he escorted the girls back to the room to collect the bags they had packed. He left Sunny resting on the bed with a book one of the women had brought for her to read. By the half naked man on the cover he knew it was a romance of some sort. His Ouma loved them and he and Crash had built her a bookcase for her favourite books. Very soon they would have to build another one as the original was already overflowing. The thought that his Ouma and Sunny had something in common made him smile.
He went back to work but the conversation with Hawk kept repeating in the back of his head. Something wasn’t right but he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
Later that night he sat in the back of the blacked out SUV with Sunny lying across his lap, keeping her head down. Sin was driving with Ziggy next to him in the passenger seat. Boots was in the back with Jagger, Sunny and Radar.
At their destination Rider opened the garage for them and they drove in and parked while the garage door closed behind them. Jagger only moved when the door was completely closed, then he helped Sunny from the cage and into the house.
The women were waiting and so were the little girls. There were a few tense moments when Radar met Sassy but they had been worried about nothing. The dogs settled almost immediately after being introduced. Radar virtually melded himself to Sunny’s side for the rest of the evening.
A night out was exactly what they had all needed. They played cards, drank whisky and pretended to smoke cigars. Pretended because none of them smoked but even if they did they wouldn’t have smoked in the house because of Penny being pregnant and the children.
The women were watching some movie that had them screaming with laughter and Jagger saw the smiles of contentment on their men’s faces. He wondered if his own face would one day look like that when he claimed his woman.
He wanted that woman to be Sunny but he knew she would be going back to her world once they eliminated the threat to her. And he had a life here, a life and a family he loved and would never leave. It left them without any alternative options.
Shaking off his dark thoughts he concentrated on the cards.
The time would come when he had to return her to her world, but that time was not now.
It was late when they finished the last hand and Hawk shoved his chair back with a groan as he looked at the small pile of chips in front of him.
“You fuckers are cardsharps.” He complained.
“Nah Prez, you’re just fucking horrible at poker. Maybe next time we should play gin-rummy and see how you manage that.” Rider teased with a big grin as he scooped his enormous amount of chips towards him.<
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“Fuck off, Ride.” Hawk mumbled with a small grin.
“I’m actually impressed by our Treasurer, Prez.” Ice threw in. “He just proved he can make money even if it means fleecing his bloody brothers.”
“Fleecing! I wasn’t fleecing you assholes, you just have such obvious tells. It’s like taking candy from a baby.” Rider said in mock affront.
“Okay, maybe not fleecing but it’s damned close, Ride. I thought I was good at cards and look at my meagre little pile of chips.” Scar complained with a grin that said it was more tease than complaint.
The laughter stayed with them as they loaded their half-drunk women in the cages.
“Next time we’re watching something with hot bodies and lots of sex!” DC leant over Hawk and shouted at the women who stood just inside the doorway to stay out of sight if anyone was watching.
Chris shook her head with a wide grin then winked and waved before snuggling into Scar’s side on the back seat. He gathered her close and dropped a kiss on her head. It did Jagger’s heart good to see both of them smiling again.
Tori did finger guns and giggled as she wobbled unsteadily. Beast grinned and shook his head then picked his woman up.
“See you tomorrow, Boss. I got to get my drunk woman to bed before she causes a riot out here.”
Tori was laughing and waving over his shoulder as he walked upstairs.
And then everyone was gone and it was only the four of them, Rider, Penny, Sunny and him.
“Anyone feel like a hot chocolate? I’m making.” Penny reached up and kissed Rider’s cheek and not waiting on an answer she walked away into the kitchen.
“That’s a really good idea.” Sunny murmured as she followed.
“Seems like the women want hot chocolate, so we’ll be stuck drinking that sweet shit, brother.”
Rider laughed and slapped him on the back.
“Not my old lady, bro. She makes it with bitter chocolate bars that she melts then adds full cream milk and other shit to it. Even whisky or chili sometimes. I promise you will love it.”
“I’ll reserve judgement.” Jagger mumbled as he followed him into the kitchen.
Rider was right. Penny’s hot chocolate was the shit.
It had a little bit of a bite to it but not overpoweringly so.
“I need this recipe, Pen. It’s perfect for those long cold winter nights when I come home after being out on patrol.” Jagger licked the last bit of chocolate residue from his bottom lip.
“I agree. I’d love to have this before heading out on those winter mornings when your breath is like a white cloud in front of your face, the frost looks like snow on the grass and there are icicles hanging from the fences and bare tree branches. It will keep my belly warm while I do my rounds” Sunny rubbed her belly
“Brrr! Good thing I don’t have to be out and about in the cold. I’ll write the recipe down tomorrow. It’s really easy actually. I saw it on a foodie show I watched and decided I wanted to try it. I haven’t bought hot chocolate mix ever since.”
“And you’re not going to either. That shit can stay in the shop because this here is the best, baby.” Rider leant over and gave her a kiss and by the look in his eyes Jagger knew it was time to leave.
Taking his and Sunny’s mugs he quickly washed them and set them on the draining board.
“We’re off to bed. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“Goodnight.” Sunny slipped her hand into his and his heart gave a curious bump before settling.
In their room he had Sunny in the shower and quickly washed her and himself.
Before long they were lying in bed, as usual she was draped over him and his hand was clasped over her ass cheek.
“I enjoyed tonight. I loved meeting the other women, especially Chris, as she’s your family. She was very nice to me but there’s a deep sadness in her eyes. It made me want to hug her.”
Jagger sighed. “They lost their baby not too long ago and Chris is still trying to work through it. They were gutted after it happened, especially Chris, she blamed herself but Scar quickly sorted that shit out.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry, Jagger. She’s a lovely woman and I would love to get to know her better.”
Sunny yawned against his pec and her eyes fluttered closed, he didn’t answer her. He knew she would be asleep within seconds.
He followed her soon after. Again he slept deeply with no dreams.
He woke with a hard as hell dick before his alarm had a chance to go off.
And the reason his dick was so hard?
Sunny had her hand curved around it, holding on to him.
Lying motionless next to her he tried to will his dick to relax but it wasn’t going to happen, not while she was holding on to it. Reaching down he gently tried to unclasp her fingers but she tightened them and he groaned deeply as heat shot through him.
“Fuck.” He whispered.
And then he heard it. The little shit was pretending to be asleep because her breathing hitched as if she wanted to laugh when he cursed.
“If you don’t let go of my dick you are going to make me late for work because I’ll be planting it deep inside you. And we both know I can’t because you’re still hurting and I refuse to add to those hurts just so I can get off.”
She grinned against his skin as she kissed his pec and her breath gusted across his nipple making him shiver in reaction when she spoke.
“I can help with this big beautiful meaty cock of yours. You just lie back and enjoy.”
With that she slid down under the duvet and Jagger about lost his mind when her hot, wet mouth closed over the tip of his dick.
“Fuck, meisiekind (baby girl), what the hell are you doing to me?”
She sat up and threw the duvet back with a naughty grin. Her hair was wild around her head, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
“I’m killing you with kindness.” She winked before diving down and engulfing his cock.
His hips snapped up before he could restrain himself and he seated himself deep in her mouth. Her hot, wet tongue played around his shaft, licking over the veins while she sucked him hard then soft, alternating constantly. Sliding back up his dick until the head rested against her lower lip she flicked the tip of her tongue over the bar, making his back arch.
“Swallow me, take me as deep as you can, baby. I want to fuck your throat so fucking badly.” His voice was hoarse with arousal.
Shoving his hands into her hair, taking care not to touch her wound, he lifted her head until she met his eyes.
“Open for me, meisiekind (baby girl), open and take me down your throat.”
Holding on to her head he carefully guided her down and that hot, wet mouth slipped over his dick and kept on going. He was sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth and then he slipped into her throat.
She swallowed and her throat constricted around him making him moan as he slowly pulled out to let her up to breathe.
He lost the power of speech and thought as she sucked him off. Taking him deep, holding him there and swallowing before coming up for a breath only to do it again, and again, and again.
Arching his back so that only his shoulders were touching the bed he shoved himself deep into her throat and moaned as he came, his cock jerking continuously as she swallowed rhythmically, milking him dry and prolonging his climax.
Falling back to the bed he lay gasping for breath and shuddering as her tongue lapped at him, cleaning him.
“Never in my life have I felt anything like your mouth. It’s a silky wet haven for my cock. I could do this over and over and never get enough. You’ve ruined me, meisiekind (baby girl).”
The saucy little shit gave his twitching cock one last kiss before she slowly crawled up over him and lay down on his chest with a happy hum.
Slipping his hands under her arms he carefully drew her up until he could claim her very talented mouth. He tasted himself as his tongue slid over hers. Before t
oday that shit would have turned him off in an instant, but not with her. The minute she opened her legs and settled her hot little pussy over his very relaxed dick it perked up once again. He twitched against her and groaned when she rubbed against him.
“Baby, please, don’t do that. I need to take care of you and not try to fuck you through the bloody bed, and if you continue to rub yourself against me that’s exactly what’s going to happen. You need to help me here.” Jagger begged.
Sunny laughed softly and dropped her head into his neck, kissing and nuzzling at him.
“Fine, but only because you beg so nicely.”
Without even thinking he slapped her ass cheek and she jerked up with a gasp and gave him narrowed eyes.
“Do you feel that?” Her narrowed eyes stared into his as she slid down and settled her pussy over his once again hard dick. “Feel how wet that made me? And you expect me to go back to sleep with a dripping and aching pussy? Not happening, Mister Meaty Dick.”
Reaching down she somehow opened her pussy lips over his dick while still covered by her panties and silky sleep shorts. She slid up and down along his dick, fucking herself on him.
Both of them moaned.
She was wet, so wet that he felt it on his dick as she slid up and down. Then she gave a grunt of frustration, lifted herself off him, reached down and pulled the shorts and panties out of the way before settling her pussy back on his dick. She gave a moan of satisfaction as their naked bodies connected. Sliding up and down his dick her clit hit the head of his cock and the piercing with every glide and he couldn’t stop from lifting his hips into every glide. She shuddered and moaned and mewled every time his dick hit her clit.
On her next glide he lifted his hips to push harder against her but she lifted at the same time and the head of his dick slipped inside her. He froze, but his little doll didn’t. She threw her head back and mewled like a kitten as she started sliding down his cock. But she was small and tight and taking him wasn’t easy.
He was about to stop her and pull out when she tipped her head down and growled like a little mad cat.
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