He looked up at me and smiled. Then he bent his head back between my legs.
I let out a slight cry when I felt his tongue lick my clit lightly. My legs automatically parted further for him and I felt a slight rush run through my body.
Maddox started to flick his tongue lightly back and forth and I shot my arms up over my head and grabbed on to a nearby pillow on the couch. He moved his tongue faster as he brought his hand up and lightly teased my entrance.
Another moan escaped my lips.
As he started to circle his tongue on my clit, he slowly pushed his finger inside me sending shivers throughout my body.
Holy shit did it feel amazing. I’d had guys go down on me before, but it has never been like this. I was already so close to the edge but I desperately wanted him to keep going.
I never wanted it to end.
Maddox started to circle his tongue faster as he pushed another finger inside me causing my back to arch upwards. I moved my hands down and tangled them up in his hair.
Pressure built up in my core and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer. I rolled my hips onto his hand and let out loud moans as his tongue and fingers moved faster and faster.
“Oh... Maddox...” I moaned.
He pushed his fingers deeper inside me, hooking them upwards so that they hit my g-spot and lightly put pressure on it. I felt my whole body begin to shake and I couldn’t contain my moans any longer. I was teetering over the edge and while I wanted to dive in, I wanted to stay where I was just a little bit longer.
“Yes. Maddox. That’s it. Don’t stop. Right there. Right – there -.”
My legs tightened around him as I felt the pressure release. A shockwave coursed through my body as I fell and I cried out.
Maddox used his free hand to grab onto my hips as I shook. He continued to move his tongue and fingers faster and faster helping me ride the wave of emotion soaring through my body. I cried out his name at the top of my lungs not caring if all of my neighbors could hear me.
As I came down from my high, Maddox moved up his body next to mine and snuggled behind me.
Within moments I was fast asleep in his strong arms.
Chapter Thirteen
Maddox
I couldn’t get last night out of my mind. The way she looked in that dress. The way her hair cascaded around her freckled skin. The way her lips felt wrapped around my cock. The way she tasted.
Fuck. I wanted more of her.
But I couldn’t keep my distance. I kept thinking about her and dreaming of her. Texting her to see how she was doing and asking her how her days were going. She was getting under my skin in ways that I never really thought possible. She wasn’t supposed to mean anything when she wasn’t around. Reagan wasn’t supposed to be on my mind like this.
But she was, and people were starting to notice.
“Maddox, you there?”
“Sorry, Dad. What’s going on?” I asked.
“The pussy that good last night?” he asked.
“Get off it, Dad. Let’s finish up this job and get outta here,” I said.
“There isn’t anything for you to finish up. You did your part. Got me that damn shipment through, though it took you longer than necessary.”
“Next time I’ll ride your ass for the information I need so I can get it done quicker.”
“Don’t pin this on me, boy. If you’re gonna take over this club, you gotta start owning up to things even though it might not be your fault. That’s what a president of an MC does.”
“Good thing I don’t wanna be one, then,” I grumbled under my breath.
“Boss? We gotta problem.”
I looked over at Garrett. He was all muscle and one of our newest prospects. My dad always tended to keep prospects like him around at all times. I looked at my dad who was already striding for the door. I grabbed my leather jacket and followed after him, abandoning the shipment information for whatever the hell was so urgent. Several of the guys were gathered around the porch, of the mechanic shop gasping and murmuring as my dad parted the sea of bodies.
Oh shit.
I felt all the blood drain from my face.
“What the fuck is this shit?”
On the porch was a body of a prospect. The same guy that I had used to pick up Reagan and take her home that first night.
“That’s Dominic,” I said. My father looked at me with a blank stare.
“Fuck dad, he is one of our new prospects.”
My dad just nodded. Not one ounce of emotion other than anger crossed his face. I clenched my jaw and looked back down at the body. He had bullet wound to both his head and his chest. His shirt was pulled up and exposed on his stomach was a brand that was unmistakably the Steel Outlaws logo. It was two guns with a skull in the middle.
“Get this damn mess of the porch,” my dad said. “People are gonna start staring.”
Anger coursed through my body as I pushed my dad back up toward the building and got in his face.
“Have some fucking respect for someone else other than yourself. Dominic was a prospect. And more importantly a fucking person. Not some fucking mess on the porch.”
My dad pushed me back. Hard. But he didn’t say anything to me. Instead he turned to Garrett.
“Clean it up and leave no trace of whoever the hell this is behind.”
“Shouldn’t we at least find his family or something?” I asked.
“Lesson number two if you’re gonna grow the balls for this club, son. Dead bodies you didn’t mutilate ain’t your problem.” And with that he turned around and headed back into the shop.
I stood there in silence as I watched as the prospects pick up the remains of Dominic in front of us. No one said anything. They just quickly moved and did as they were told.
When did my father turn so cold? Being a part of the Ghost Riders MC meant that you were a part of a brotherhood. It was supposed to be a family.
And my father just treated our family like road kill.
As Garrett and a few other prospects started to take Dominic away I noticed a note that was left behind. I picked it up and looked at it.
This is what happens when you come to our territory.
You’re next.
I quickly turned and followed my dad inside.
“Dad?”
“What? We can’t afford chit chat. This shit’s gotta be done yesterday,” he said.
“Dad. Did you see the brand on his chest?” I asked.
“It means nothing,” he said with a dismissive wave. “The fucking pussies are just trying to scare us.”
“So, you’re not the least bit concerned that Steel Outlaws are gonna come after us?” I said.
“They wouldn’t fucking dare,” he said. “They know our club’s reputation. They know what we are capable of. Most importantly they know what I am capable of.”
“So, you are going to have the club protect you from some shit that you started?” I asked.
My father eyed me up and down before he turned and started to walk away from me again. Anger coursed through my veins. He didn’t give a fuck about the club. All of this brotherhood and family bullshit that he had forced down my throat over the years actually meant nothing to him. All he cared about was the money that lined his pockets. He didn’t give a shit about how many bodies landed at his feet, or who those bodies even were. I would not be a part of the madness. I would tell whoever would listen to get the hell out while they could.
And then I would find my own way out too.
“I didn’t start this shit,” my dad said. “The Steel Outlaws were the ones that got greedy and tried to take the whole West Coast market for guns. I am just trying to get by.”
“That is such a load of shit,” I spat. “You aren’t trying to get by. We make enough fucking money as is. But you got greedy and wanted more.”
My dad slammed a fist into the wall and then slowly turned to face me.
“You’ll watch your tongue when you’re with me, bo
y,” he said. “And you will do exactly as I say. Now get the fuck back to work. We got timelines to adhere to.”
My mind was spinning. How could I even consider being with a girl like Reagan when there were dead bodies being dropped off at our mechanic shop? And that threat? About someone being next? What if that someone was my dad? That would thrust me into a position I didn’t want in the first place.
What if it was me? Then there would be no one to protect Reagan.
What if they went after her? Without any regard for what I would do if someone touched her?
I was a risk. The life I led and the family I had been born into made me a risk. I’d had a taste of the light. A taste of the beauty this world had to afford between Reagan’s legs. But I should’ve known better than to get wrapped up into something like this. If the wrong person saw me enjoying her in public, it’d be over. She would be in harm’s way and there would be nothing I could do about it. This arrangement had been fun, and I cared about the girl, but this couldn’t go a second further.
I had to call things off with Reagan.
Thinking about it made my stomach curdle. I didn’t want to let her go. I enjoyed her presence. Her warmth. Her conversation and her sultry laughter. I enjoyed the lower notes of her voice just before she was about to come on my cock and I enjoyed the way she trusted my command in bed. She was just getting the hang of things. She was just starting to let go and give me the control over our situation I desperately wanted out of my own life. She was my only reprieve from this bullshit.
My only reprieve from my dad.
But I couldn’t protect her. I could try, but I couldn’t be with her twenty-four seven. I couldn’t have a prospect follow her and coop her up at the house like my dad could with my mother. Reagan was strong. Independent. She would never agree to someone following her around day in and day out. She would never agree to cooping herself up at my place just so I could keep an eye on her.
And she sure as hell would never agree with anything I did when she figured out that I was a part of a motorcycle club.
“Am I gonna have to slap you upside your head to get you to pay attention, son?” my father asked.
“Probably. I don’t give a shit about this club in the first damn place,” I said.
“Well, you don’t have a choice. This is your legacy, son. Whether you want it or not. I worked hard to provide for you and your mother, and everyone’s gone along with the plan except you. You think you’re hard and tough. You think you can make your way out there. But you have no idea what it took for me to get to where I am. You have no idea how easy you’ll have it because of the sacrifices I made. The blood you won’t have to spill because I already spilled it for you.”
“That’s just it, Dad. I don’t want this life. I don’t want to do this for the rest of it. I don’t want to have to lockdown my family in a house and sleep with one fucking eye open. That isn’t the life I dream about,” I said.
“And you think this is for me?” he asked. “You think I sat around underneath the shade of the weeping willow in your grandmother’s backyard, looked up at the sky, and dreamed of dead bodies pouring onto my land? Son, bein’ a man isn’t about doin’ what you want. It’s about doin’ what you have to do in order to survive. You wanna survive in this family? You’ll take this damn club over when I hand it to you and do what’s required of you to protect your own.”
And as much as I hated him for that, I knew he was right.
My grandfather had run the club, and passed it down to my dad. My future was as solidified as the color of my eyes. Whether I wanted a choice or not, that didn’t matter.
The point was, I didn’t get one.
My dad never did, and I never would.
Chapter Fourteen
Reagan
“So, how goes it with Maddox?” Nova asked.
“It doesn’t,” I said as I pulled the blanket tighter around my body. Nova had decided to come over after I had been dodging her calls for the last couple of days. Tyson was with Mariah over at Chloe’s place.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “I thought the two of you were having a good time? You know, the arrangement.”
“We were, and we had that, yes. But I haven’t heard from him in weeks.”
“Have you tried calling him?” she asked.
“Yeah. Leaving messages and sending him texts. I even took the initiative a couple of times and asked him if he was free. Nothing.”
“That’s not a good thing,” Nova said.
“I don’t give a flying fuck if it is or not. The least he could do is call me and give me some sort of explanation. Hell, Nova. I sucked his fucking dick the last time I saw him! And I know I did a good job. Swallowed the damn evidence.”
“Ew. Yikes. Not over ice cream, please,” she said.
“I don’t even want this shit. What did we do ice cream for?”
“You don’t want ice cream?”
“No. But you know what I could’ve gone for? S’mores.”
“You hate marshmallows.”
“I’d get around it,” I said.
Nova was looking at me as if I was insane. I pushed my strawberry ice cream away, my stomach rolling at the mere idea of it. Strawberry was my favorite, but I was too angry to indulge in my favorite dessert. What was the fucking deal with Maddox? What the hell did I do wrong? It had been almost two months since I’d heard from him. The least he could do was respond to one of my text messages I knew he was getting.
“I know he’s getting my messages,” I said.
“How do you know?” Nova asked.
“Underneath all my messages is that little ‘read at blah blah blah’ timestamp. He’s opening those fuckers. Asshole.”
“Yikes. I’ve never seen you this angry before,” she said.
“I’ve never been this worried before. Nova, what if something’s wrong with him? You think I should go to his house?”
“No. I think that’s the last possible thing you should do when you’re pissed off like this. Look, maybe things just ran its course. You never know. Maybe the two of you had a good time and now he’s moved on.”
“Thanks, you dick.”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. You’ve been dealing with this for almost two months and you’re only now getting around to telling me. I love you, Reagan. But he’s ghosted you up and you gotta accept that,” she said.
“But we were having so much fun! At our first date, communication was crucial. And it kept being crucial. And now, it’s no longer crucial? That doesn’t make sense. Maddox didn’t strike me as the kind of guy to do something like that.”
“Maddox doesn’t strike anyone as the kind of guy to do a lot of things, but he is who he is. Men like him are single for a reason. You gotta trust that the reason is to keep you safe from something.”
“It’s not like he’s a bad guy,” I said.
“I don’t know about that,” she said.
“Whatever. You don’t even know him. Warning me about him because of shit he is involved in. I bet that’s the type of shit he gets from everyone. People judging him because of he is in a motorcycle club. Like all motorcycle clubs are gangs and doing illegal things.”
“Okay, I love you, but you really need to tone down this anger streak of yours. It’s starting to worry me,” she said.
“Sorry. You’re right. Let me just… go put my ice cream in the freezer.”
“And take some deep breaths. You’re driving me nuts,” she said.
I grabbed my ice cream off my coffee table and walked to the kitchen. I ripped the freezer door open, shoved my ice cream in, then started looking around for something else to eat. I needed to eat. It had been a couple of days since I’d had a decent meal. But my head had been hurting and my stomach had been sick over this shit with Maddox, and I couldn’t bring myself to want anything.
So, I shut the freezer and opened up the fridge.
“You thirsty?” I asked as I grabbed a water bottle.
“Nope. I’m good. Wanna watch a movie or something?”
I felt a sharp pang radiate from my breast and began to rub it.
“I’m a little behind on Total Divas. Wanna watch it with me?” I asked.
I turned around and caught Nova’s eyes as she watched me massage my chest. Her eyes were scanning my body as worry began to flood them. She looked like she was panicking. Like the world was about to end or something like that. She slammed her ice cream onto the coffee table and leapt over the couch, then strode for me and grabbed my hand.
“Come on. You’re coming with me,” she said.
“Ow! Fuck! What gives, Nova?”
“Just shut up and get in the car with me,” she said.
She dragged me out of my apartment so quickly I barely had time to get the door closed behind me. She tossed me into her car and sped out of the parking lot, making a sharp left hand turn into busy traffic. Horns were honking as I held onto the emergency handle, my eyes bulging as I yelled at Nova to slow down.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked. “Nova! A car!”
She swerved around the congregating traffic and pulled into the first drug store we came to. She ripped me out of the car and dragged me inside, pulling me straight down the aisles. The cashier was looking at us as if we had lost our damn minds, and I was ready to stop Nova in her tracks and smack her stupid. She ripped open a refrigeration unit and grabbed a bottle of water, then cracked it open and gave it to me.
“Chug,” she said.
“Have you lost your mind?” I asked.
“Just do it,” she said sternly.
I put it to my lips and began to chug. She continued to tug me down the aisle, weaving up and down like a maniac. I swallowed the entire bottle of water down before I handed it to her, and she took it before we stopped. Nova started plucking things from shelves and gathering them in her arms, comparing and contrasting the boxes before she picked three of them.
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