Traitor (Southern Rebels MC Book 3)
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“Wha-” I had to pause and clear my throat, fighting the urge to lean away. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just listen,” he answered, shrugging lightly. “Take an interest when he talks.”
“Just listen to him,” I repeated, playing dumb.
“Exactly right,” he praised as he ran his fingers along my jaw and it was almost impossible to hide my shudder. “And then you just have to tell me what you hear.”
“You want me to spy on him.”
“Nothing like that,” he denied heartily. “Crew is ambitious, which I admire, but I don’t want him to get in any trouble.” He tapped my nose and it was all I could do not to bite his fucking finger off. “You’ll make sure of that, won’t you?”
I nodded, using the opportunity to pull myself out of his reach, and edged closer to the door. “Of course. Whatever you need,” I promised, wondering if this was the opportunity I’d been waiting for. This was the first time Monty had taken any type of interest in me, and Crew was the reason. Spying on Crew for Monty would give me leverage with Monty, an in I hadn’t thought possible.
On the other hand, I had to question what it was about Crew Hayes that caused such an unsettled look in Monty’s eyes.
Chapter Seven
Crew
The door clicked behind her and I dropped the bar of soap, the clatter lost as I gripped my dick in my hand, pumping gently then harder, my soaped hand sliding easily over the engorged head. I braced my arm against the shower wall, setting a punishing rhythm as I worked my dick.
My eyes drifted closed as my head dropped down, and I imagined her wide mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me in deep and I groaned, feeling my dick throb. I squeezed harder, knowing she would have gotten on her knees and sucked me off without hesitation. My hand jerked harder, my grip almost to the point of pain as I saw her again, crouched in front of me, a question in her eyes.
I let out a shout, semen spraying the wall as my hand loosened its death grip on my dick, and I collapsed against the side of the shower. The relief I sought was short lived though as my mind replayed the press of her lips against my own and then imagined what it would have felt like if she’d trailed those lush lips further south.
My dick twitched and I shoved the shower curtain aside, cutting the water off and grabbing a towel. I dried off roughly, ignoring my semi hard dick, knowing one glance at her would be enough to bring him to full attention again.
I didn’t know what it was about her, but she’d caught my attention and it wasn’t just my dick taking notice. When I’d seen Bruce covering her on the bed, my bed, I’d almost snapped his neck. Only the fact there was a possibility he knew where Norah was had stopped me.
I gripped the edge of the sink, rocking forward as impotent rage flashed through me. Every day brought me a little further from who I’d been and no closer to finding her.
A light knock pulled me from the bathroom as I knotted a towel around my hips. The door opened before I could reach it and Drea slipped inside.
“Hey,” she said as I padded up to her. “I got your stuff.” She thrust my backpack at me and I took its weight automatically. “I think your old room was nicer, C. Hayes,” she joked, her gestures unexpectedly nervous.
“It’s a show,” I answered quietly, setting my bag down on the only clear space left on the dresser. “And I’m not C. Hayes.”
She gave me a startled glance, her gaze flicking to my chest before coming back up. “You’re not C. Hayes?”
“Not the one that was put up there for,” I replied, walking to the bed and tugging the sheets off. “That was my dad.”
She walked to the other side of the bed, assisting me. “Your dad was a Viper?” I heard the curiosity in her voice and nodded.
“For a brief moment in time,” I stared at the bare stained mattress. “Are there more sheets? This is disgusting.”
She went to a drawer and opened it to reveal neatly folded sheets and some clothes. “My stuff,” she mentioned, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Dick wasn’t into cleaning.”
“I’m not Dick,” I answered and she gave me a small smile.
“No, you’re not.” She handed me a sheet and together we made up the bed. “Your dad left the Vipers?”
“Yeah, he wasn’t here long, but he made an impression. Monty, my dad, and Johnny were friends. Johnny and my dad started the Southern Rebels and Monty joined the Vipers,” I explained, smoothing the top sheet. “When Monty took over the Vipers, it was rough. My dad came to….help.” Her eyes flashed to mine and I smiled ruefully. “Yeah, my dad cleaned house.”
“Like you.”
“You could say that,” I muttered vaguely. “Anyway, Monty kept that room available for my dad to use whenever he was around.”
“But your dad didn’t come back.”
“My dad died when I was little. The only C. Hayes left are his sons.”
“Your brothers are all C. Hayes too?”
“My dad had a thing for C names.” I chuckled. “Cord, Creed, and Crew.”
“Where are your brothers?” Her question sliced through me, burning a hole in the protective wall I’d built around my emotions.
“I need to get some shuteye. Tomorrow will be a long day,” I said abruptly instead of answering her question, and walked over to turn the light off.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” she apologized, her black hair gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the only window.
The towel dropped to the floor when I loosened the knot and my dick hardened as she stared at me. “I sleep in the nude,” I informed her, sliding under the sheet. “Don’t mind little Willie. He likes all the ladies.”
“Little?” She whispered faintly and my teeth flashed white in the low light. “Talk about an oxymoron.”
“Get in the bed, Drea,” I ordered, uncomfortable with her standing over me. She crawled under the sheet and I turned so my back was toward her. The bed springs creaked as she settled on the bed and I heard a softly whispered, “Night.”
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to ignore the warm weight of her body next to mine. Expectation lingered in the air, but the thought of her feeling obligated overwhelmed it.
Consent and obligation can look awfully similar.
Tori’s words echoed in my head, keeping me on my side of the bed. Drea was under my protection and I wasn’t prepared to blur the lines.
A soft hand hesitantly touched my side and I waited, curious to see where she was headed, even as my body tightened. Fingers trailed over my waist, trailing along my abdomen until they came to my hip where she skimmed her palm along the deep groove.
I caught her hand, curling my fingers around hers, before she could reach the Promised Land. “Not necessary,” I said roughly, my dick throbbing in protest. “You don’t owe me a thing.”
She scooted closer, her lips touching my back, eroding my resistance. “I want to,” she whispered softly, wiggling her hand from my grip. Soft calluses marred her fingers, but they disappeared when she grasped my dick firmly in her hand. “I promise.” I rolled onto my back and she rose up on her knees, still wearing a tank top and panties, her hand continuing to stroke my dick as she stared down at me.
I tugged her forward and she released me with a gasp as she fell on top of my chest. Her nipples pebbled through the thin shirt as I slid my hand in her panties, palming her full ass as my finger dipped down, searching for proof of her desire.
Her breath caught when I found her slick folds and I hardened a little more at the tiny sound. I pushed one finger inside of her and then a second as she whimpered against my chest. I pumped my fingers, listening to the little noises she made as liquid coated my fingers.
I pulled my fingers out of her, dragging them slowly between her ass cheeks as she panted. I squeezed one cheek hard enough to leave a mark as I said, “Sit up.”
She obeyed instantly, rocking up, her ass bumping against my dick as it sought entrance. I ignored my dick, eager to
see the breasts she’d pressed against me. I stripped the tank top off of her and she straddled me, hair tousled, breasts bared to the moonlight streaming through the window. Her nipples puckered as my hands came up, anticipating my touch, and I could feel her moist heat burn through her panties and against my skin.
I rested the tips of my fingers on her breasts, caressing lightly, feather light strokes over the rounded mounds. I traced her areola, avoiding her nipple, watching as it tightened petulantly at the neglect.
Her eyes dilated as she swayed forward, pushing her ass more firmly against my dick. Only thin cotton separated us and I fought the need to push it aside and take her. She was more than ready, but I wasn’t finished yet. She arched her back, thrusting her nipples toward me, and I obliged, catching one taut nipple between my lips.
She let out a little scream as I sucked hard, her fingers curving into my chest as her hips started to move, rubbing frantically against my dick. I caught her hips in my hands, stilling them as I switched nipples, treating the other one to the same rough suckling, as she made incoherent sounds.
I released her nipple with a wet pop, pushing her hips down until she sprawled on me, her hair a dark curtain over us. Her hands came up to my face, tracing my jaw, as her eyes searched mine.
“Can I kiss you?” She whispered and I jerked my hands, ripping the thin cotton panties she wore. My dick bobbed and I gripped it, guiding it to her entrance and her head lowered as she shifted back, her lips brushing my chest as she sank onto my dick.
I rocked my hips up, hearing her hiss as I seated myself inside of her completely.
“Can you take it?” I taunted, my hand on her ass, daring her to try and pull away. She lifted her head, giving me a small smile as I felt her inner walls tighten around my dick.
“Can you?” She arched a single eyebrow as I let out a groan at the tight grip she had on me. I bounced my hips and she cried out, bracing her hands on my chest as she lifted herself. She came back down as I rocked upwards and we both groaned as her body gloved my rigid cock. I gripped her ass, controlling her movements as I pumped my hips, each thrust eliciting a soft moan.
I found a hard rhythm that brought both of us to a quick release. She collapsed on my chest, her body limp as my dick continued to pulse inside of her.
I rolled us, slipping partially out of her, and she sighed, hooking one leg over my hip when I went to pull out completely. I stilled and she scooted down, keeping my semi-hard dick inside of her, and sighed again, this time with satisfaction.
Her hair tangled around me, sticky sweat coating us, as her soft breaths puffed against my chest. I left my arm around her, surprised to find she was a cuddler, and she snuggled more firmly against me.
“Monty wants me to spy on you,” she mentioned, her words muffled by my chest. “If I report to him, he’ll protect me when you cast me aside.”
My breath froze in my chest at her words, reaffirming my suspicion that Monty hadn’t completely accepted my declaration of loyalty.
“Why are you telling me?” I questioned, knowing there was no reason for her to tell me. She could have kept it to herself and I wouldn’t have known the difference. So, what was her angle?
Chapter Eight
Drea
Why had I just told him? I questioned myself.
My body hummed happily, content to bask in the afterglow of an earthshattering orgasm, as my brain tried to remember my mission. Had I just fallen prey to my own plan? Had I just let an orgasm cause me to reveal information? Was I the one guilty of pillow talk?
My brain insisted I get up, go clean off, and wash some sense back into my head. My body, on the other hand, was content to remain right where it was, using Crew’s bicep as a pillow, his dick still between my legs, it’s continued firmness making me wonder if round two was a possibility.
“Drea.” He shook my lightly, bringing me back to reality and forcing me to come up with an answer, one that didn’t reveal my true intentions.
“Monty creeps me out,” I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, cursing my own stupidity, as I pulled my hips from his and his dick slipped out. My vagina clenched at the loss and fluid trickled down the inside of my thigh. “I thought you should know,” I added, keeping my voice defensive. “I didn’t think you’d get upset by me telling you.”
“I’m not upset,” he denied, leaning up on one elbow as I crossed my legs and arms, facing away from him. “You didn’t have to tell me. I just wanted to know why you would do that.”
“Seems like something you’d want to know,” I retorted, cursing myself again. He was right. There was no reason for me to tell him.
Unless you want to protect him, a little voice whispered, and cold flashed through me. I shook my head in denial at the thought. I’d watched him kill a guy and almost kill another one in the space of a couple of hours. He didn’t need me to protect him, it was more likely I’d need protection from him.
“Yeah, it is something I want to know,” he answered, reaching over to run a hand down my side, his thumb grazing the side of my breast, and my breath hitched. “Come here,” he ordered softly and I feigned resistance even though my body wanted to melt at his bidding. “You know you want to,” he cajoled, one finger trailing along my spine and I barely bit back a whimper when he stroked the crease of my ass. “I’m not going to say it again.” I heard the warning in his voice, and instantly obeyed the command.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging on it experimentally, and my body throbbed in reaction. He sprawled on his back, spreading his legs as his dick jutted up, and guided my head toward his hips. “For that little rebellion, you can suck me off. Do a good job and I might reward you.”
My body quivered at the order, impossibly turned on by the display of dominance, especially coming from someone younger than me. I licked my lips, opening my mouth wide as I took him deep. He twisted his hand in my hair, forcing me to take more of him, and I relaxed my throat, knowing I didn’t have a choice. Liquid coated the inside of my thighs as he used his grip on my hair to set the pace. Wet, sucking sounds filled the air as his dick kissed the back of my throat repeatedly and he ordered, “Roll my balls between your hands.”
I took them in my palms, massaging them gently and he gave a hoarse shout, his hips bucking in conjunction with my head bobbing and I choked as he swelled, his dick hitting the back of my throat hard. I swallowed reflexively as he came in my mouth, his hips stilling as his grip relaxed on my hair.
“Good girl,” he mumbled as I licked him clean, my tongue finding every bump and groove. He pulled my head away and I released him with a whimper. He tugged me until my pussy settled on his face and my body clenched as his tongue found my clit unerringly.
“You enjoyed that,” he stated and I nodded, spreading my legs wider for him, and he started sucking on my clit as I tried not to scream. He pulled away and I cried out at the loss.
“Scream for me, baby.” He latched on again and I had to grab the headboard as he punished me, sucking hard enough to make me see stars and this time I screamed his name, over and over as he forced me to come again and again.
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“I wondered how good he was.” One of the girls commented, giving me an envious glance. “I guess we all heard last night.”
I flushed, my clit was so sensitive it was hard to walk, but Crew’s claiming had managed to solidify my place with the other girls. They all wanted to know what he was like and that meant they had to ask me. Smug satisfaction coursed through me at the thought.
He was mine.
The primal thought jolted me and I swallowed as Nick’s face flashed through my mind. He was the reason I was here. Him and Donny. I couldn’t afford to forget that. Good sex, okay, amazing sex, wasn’t going to change my end goal. Domingo Martinez would pay for ordering the hit on my fiancée and brother.
I’d crossed so many gray areas in my quest for revenge I feared I’d already lost my soul. I wasn’t going to let my heart go with it.
“If you can keep him interested,” she snapped back, referencing the many times Dick had sought out one of the other girls. I didn’t bother telling her it was because Dick was a manwhore and had nothing to do with me. She flipped her hair. “He’s a traitor anyway.”
Her words stopped me in my tracks as I perceived a potential threat to his position. “What did you say?” My tone warned her to tread carefully and I could see the caution in her eyes as she remembered she was talking to the old lady of the new VP.
“It’s not a secret,” she replied defensively. “Everyone knows.” I gave her a look and she continued, “He’s a traitor, you didn’t know?” I shook my head and she looked surprised. “He was supposed to initiate with the Southern Rebels. He left them and came to join the Vipers. He turned his back on his club.”
“His family?” I said, an unpleasant sensation swirling through me at the idea that he’d abandoned his family. “Weren’t the Southern Rebels a brother club?”
“Were,” another girl answered. “There’s been bad blood since one of the Southern Rebels was killed. Beat to death on a run.” She glanced at another girl. “What was his name? It was kind of weird.”
“Deacon,” she replied quietly.
“Who killed him?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. Dick had bragged about beating up a guy, but anytime I’d questioned him, he’d clammed up.
“They said it was the Aces,” the same girl answered, her gaze meeting mine as she shook her head slightly, warning me not to keep asking questions. “The Rebels thought it was the Vipers.”
“Too bad,” the other girl hummed. “I miss seeing Creed. Talk about sex on a stick.” She laughed lustily. “Just seeing him come through the door would get my panties wet.”