Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #2

by Esther E. Schmidt

  He faces me again and I read his lips when he directs his words to the person standing behind me. “Hadley recognized the tattoo. She says she saw it on a man who came into the shop.”

  “Bodyguard,” I sign.

  Archer repeats the actions I just did to ask if I’m sure it was a bodyguard. Right when I’m about to tell him I’m sure, he suddenly spins around and Vachs passes me. The both of them round Ganza’s chair as they all lean in to watch what’s on the laptop.

  I’m curious to see what they are looking at but those three bikers are taking up all the space. After a few dragging minutes I can read the curses falling from all of their lips. I have no idea what’s going on because they’re clearly discussing stuff but their faces are now turned toward each other, preventing me from reading their lips.

  I wring my hands and start to get nervous. Vachs’ eyes land on mine and he breaks away from the guys and comes to a stop in front of me. He cups my head to make sure my gaze is focused on him alone. He leans in to feather a kiss over my lips.

  Pulling back, I read the words he gives me. “You did good. Ganza found the footage from that day and he zoomed in on the man’s arm, it’s the same ink. Come on, let me show you who the client was who came in for the piercing.”

  I follow him to Ganza who turns the laptop toward me. I see the guy Archer hired to fill in for him welcoming a woman and the man with the tattoo. They seem to talk for a bit and the man checks out the rooms before the…oh, shit. I gasp and point at the screen.

  Archer nods and yet again glances over my shoulder. Turning I notice Baton strolling into the main room, rubbing his eyes. It’s clear they woke him up. Glancing back at the laptop I notice he zoomed in on the woman and turns the screen toward Baton. His lips move and I can feel the anger rolling off him.

  I focus on Archer, with Vachs standing behind me, his hand on my hip, it allows me to stay calm. And the only one who seems calm in this room besides the steady hand on my hip is Archer. His lips move while his hand points into the direction of the people who he gives orders to.

  “Ganza, run that face through facial recognition and see what pops up, find out if the tattoo has any meaning or whatever you can do to get me a name of this fucker. It’s clear he’s the mayor’s daughter’s bodyguard but he’s not a normal one. Not when we have a fucker with the same height, body posture, and ink on video killing one of our own. I want him found. And someone make sure we have a full table tomorrow morning. I’m going to assign a few brothers to find Baton’s girl. Ellory is not replying to his message, the link with the cartel, a fucking hitman, my gut is telling me something very wrong has landed on our doorstep and right underneath our fucking noses.”

  His eyes land on me and I can feel my cheeks heat. Shit. I’m pretty sure this was classified as club business and not meant for my ears. Archer’s eyes go over my head and land back on mine.

  “You’re an old lady now, Hadley. Not a daughter of a biker any longer. This means your old man gets a say in what level of a loop you’re being kept in. You have the patch inked on your skin. Hell, you grew up in this MC right along with me. Your level of loyalty is one we value. And you giving us a piece of the puzzle we’re trying to put together also shows your worth.” His lips stop moving and instead he ends with signing, “Thank you.”

  Pride hits me and I give him a genuine, thankful smile. Vachs squeezes my hip and I feel how he places a kiss on the top of my head.

  “Take your woman to bed, Vachs. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow and all we can do now is wait for Ganza to find something. Bright and early tomorrow morning.” I easily read the words falling from Archer’s mouth and feel Vachs’ chest vibrate against my back.

  I’m sure he gave a reply of agreement since I’m now being escorted out of the room as we head for the hallway. Hank is rushing toward us when we step inside and it makes me tap Vachs’ arm.

  But Vachs already understands when he lets me read his lips. “Pee-break for the little man.”

  I smile and quickly step into my sneakers to follow them both into the backyard. This is so much easier than being in my apartment where I have to walk down the street to get to a little field where he can pee. We’re standing in the dim moonlight and Vachs is glancing down at me while Hank is running through the yard.

  He places his finger underneath my chin and makes our gaze collide. “This is way better than changing diapers, huh?”

  My shoulders shake from laughter and I furiously nod.

  He keeps my chin hostage when he throws the words, “Do you want kids?” at me.

  Processing his question, I have to admit I never really thought about it. I like kids, I just never pictured myself as a mom because of the whole non-boyfriend status. All I can do is shrug.

  Vachs nods thoughtfully and I watch his enthralling mouth move. “I’ve never thought about it either. Not until I met you. But I like the thought of one day having a family…one way or the other.”

  I swallow at the emotions clogging my throat. My head is bobbing as I wrap my arms around his powerful waist to hug him close. He buries his hand into my hair and guides my head into the crook of his neck. His other arm is keeping my body pressed against his as I feel his chest rumble, loving the way this man still uses words to give me, even if I can only feel the vibrations.

  Vachs takes a step back and laces his fingers with mine, guiding me back to the clubhouse as Hank quickly follows us. Once inside our room he places Hank in his kennel for the night and starts to strip his clothes away. Normally he keeps his boxers on but this time they too land on the floor.

  Quickly diverting my eyes, I start to shed my clothes and slide underneath the covers naked. My heart is racing and my breathing becomes choppy. Why the hell am I nervous while we’ve been sharing a bed for more than a handful of days already?

  Vachs’ face appears above me, his mouth tipping up in the corners before they move some more. “Relax, Hads.”

  My eyes fall shut when I feel the softness of his kiss, his tongue trailing my bottom lip, seeking entrance I willingly give. Our tongues start a sensual dance, releasing a rush of tingles spreading through my veins and setting between my legs.

  I grip the side of his face, loving the feel of his beard as I slide my hands up, over his bald head to make my way down his neck to grip his shoulders. My fingertips dance over his skin, feeling every inch of his muscled strength.

  It’s as if his body is calling me, asking to be his. His weight shifts and I feel how he settles himself between my legs. He breaks our kiss and my eyes flutter open. It’s as if I’m dreaming with the way he glances down at me. So much adoration aimed right at me.

  “You’re mine.” The words fall from him as he shifts and presses his hard length against me.

  I guide my hand up to trace his jaw and close my eyes for a fragment and move my head to tenderly tell him I am his in this moment to the next, right here, and in my dreams.

  “I’m going to show you what it means to be mine.” I’m still watching his mouth as it turns into a grin.

  Before I can process what he’s doing, he starts to slide down my body. Kisses flow down my neck until he hovers above my breasts. Open desire flames in his eyes and he slowly leans in, tongue sneaking out to trail around the areola until his mouth fully surrounds it.

  I gasp and arch my spine when I feel his teeth nip as he simultaneously sucks. His body shakes, vibrations flowing from his body into mine and with the crinkles around his eyes I can tell he’s enjoying himself by overwhelming me with sensations.

  Each of my breasts gets attention in different ways, his hand, his mouth, his breath flowing over wet skin as he grinds his lower body against me. It’s as if he’s hotwiring my body to give it a full restart.

  Every time I think the pleasure will explode, he backs up and switches up his assault. His mouth leaves my breasts and he slides lower. Curiously, I raise myself on my elbows, and I watch with wide eyes when he settles right between my legs.

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bsp; His gaze is locked on my intimate parts. My breathing halts as he closes in, mouth opening, tongue flattening against my folds, prodding as he licks his way up, repeating the movement over and over. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I sag through my arms and fall onto the mattress.

  My hand reaches for his head to keep him pinned, moving my hips to seek pleasure I’ve never experienced and I’m balancing the fine line of hitting supernova. His tongue is concentrating on my clit and it becomes too much. Too sensitive, and yet it’s not enough.

  His beard gives friction against my swollen flesh and I press his face closer against my pussy with both hands, feeling his mouth cover my clit as he flicks and sucks while I have nothing else to do but let myself fall into a pool of pleasure this man has created for me.

  I’m struggling for my next breath while my heart is still pumping the pleasure through my body, simmering in my bones. Glancing down I stare into his caramel eyes, filled with adoration fully aimed at me.

  Lifting his body up he shifts to line his dick up with my pussy. Balancing on one hand he nudges my entrance with the tip, gently sliding through my folds, wet from desire and still so sensitive from the pleasure he gave me.

  He lowers his body, giving me some of his weight. His mouth inches closer and there’s a split second my mind freezes with the thought he was just between my legs. The thought evaporates when his lips meet mine in a sensual kiss that has me rising my hips to seek friction to light me up once more with the pleasure only Vachs can give me.

  His chest vibrates against my nipples and I relish in the way he engulfs me with his strength and warmth. He pulls his head back and makes me read the words on his lips, telling me it’s going to hurt before it’s going to feel better. He keeps a close eye on me while sliding inside me ever so slowly with short thrusts.

  I feel the barrier but at the same time gasp for my next breath when Vachs thrusts inside me with one hard move of his hips. My nails dig into his back as I bury my head into the crook of his shoulder.

  Pain flares up and hits me unexpectedly hard but with each breath it seems to seep away. That is until Vachs shifts. My nails dig into his skin again and he pulls up to glance at my face. My heart is now racing for different reasons and I’m unsure if this is going to be pleasurable for me. I’m seriously thinking about asking him to exchange his dick with his mouth because that was a load of difference for sure.

  I focus on his lips moving, giving me words of comfort until his hips shift again and this time it doesn’t hurt as much. He slightly pulls out and slides back inside, the sensation new and enraptured.

  Vachs places his forehead against mine, his hot breath flowing over my lips. Barely touching and yet the intimacy is crackling around to light up the connection between us. Vachs’ movements become choppy, muscles flexing underneath my touch until he buries himself inside me one final time.

  His dick thickens before it starts to twitch, filling me with hot jets as I watch his face fill with pleasure. My breath catches from the mere sight, my throat clogging up and my heart skipping a beat to see this man surrender to the bliss he took from my body, allowing me to fall some more for the man who already holds my heart.

  CHAPTER NINE

  – VACHS –

  My whole body shudders as I spill everything I have to give inside my woman’s body. I didn’t think it was remotely possible for my body to come this hard. My heart is pounding in my ears and my chest is pumping to fill my lungs with much needed oxygen.

  I direct my gaze to the magnificent woman underneath me. She’s gazing up at me with such adoration it crashes me into awareness how way ahead we are with our feelings while we barely got started.

  It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her what my heart is pumping though my veins but it’s too soon. Even if we solidified our commitment through inking the patch, in this moment–the post sex haze–it might diminish the words and I need for her to hear them at a time when nothing can taint the truth.

  She shifts and it causes my dick to slide out and I regretfully see the wince on her face. I give her a lingering kiss to distract her as I lift my body away from hers. Taking my time to show her how much she holds my heart already in her hands before I pull back, giving her the emotions I know are plainly written on my face along with it.

  “Stay put,” I tell her and she gives me a coy smile in return.

  I stroll into the bathroom, flipping on the lights and noticing the smear of blood on my cock. Satisfaction slides through me, knowing no one else touched my woman. And if it makes me an arrogant, selfish fuck with neanderthal tendencies… So. Be. It.

  I grab a washcloth and hold it underneath the tap, letting it soak with warm water to clean myself up. Rinsing the cloth, I take it with me to the bed where Hadley is watching me with hawk eyes, they widen when I gently start to clean between her legs.

  Throwing the cloth in the direction of the bathroom, I give her my full attention, making sure she can read the words I’m about to give her. “We should have talked more, but it goes without saying I’d never risk your health and safety. I’m clean and seeing you were untouched before I claimed your body, we’ve got that stuff covered. Are you on the pill? Because I gave you the full load. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  Her face fills with a combination of shyness tinged with laughter and she gives me a nod.

  “Thank fuck. I mean, we did talk about kids, but I kinda like that it’s gonna be just us with Hank for a while.”

  Her head bobs some more and I let myself fall on the bed next to her. I pull her close and throw the covers over the both of us. Suddenly I’m completely drained and let a deep sigh flow from my lungs, letting them fill back up again with the scent of my woman.

  Yeah, life might be fucked-up, danger lurking around the corner, but in this moment I’m fucking thankful to be alive and have my arms full of what grounds and completes me. Something I never thought I’d have; a perfect woman to love and build a future with.

  Morning comes way too soon and with barely four hours of sleep. I drag my tired ass out of bed and put on some clothes and my boots to head out and get some coffee. I have an addiction that needs to be fed and I prefer fancy coffee over the bitter shit they have here in the clubhouse.

  I know we’re on lockdown but having a prospect following me gives me the right backup if necessary. I take the keys from Hadley’s car and decide to bring some extra deliveries along with me. I know Bee likes fancy coffee and with Archer working hard, his old lady deserves some sweetness for running a tight ship along with him.

  I take Hank for a quick piss and find a prospect to tag along before I put Hank in the car with me. And while the coffee shop handles my order, I stroll around the block to entertain Hank. When I park into the parking lot after getting the large order, along with some muffins and shit, I notice Archer strolling up beside the clubhouse.

  “You look like shit,” I tell him and chuckle as I reach inside the car for the bag with the order for his wife. Holding it out I tell him, “For your woman.”

  Hank jumps out of the car and rushes for Archer, jumping around him before trotting toward the clubhouse to wait for me at the door.

  “Fucking lifesaver.” Archer shoots me a grin and gives the prospect a lift of his chin.

  I hand Archer a cup for himself and he holds it up in thanks as he strolls away, throwing a quick, “See you in church in ten,” over his shoulder.

  Hank and I head into the clubhouse. I’m robbed from a few coffees and muffins while clenching the bag the order for Hadley and myself is in. Once inside my room, Hank jumps on the bed and shoves his wet and cold nose into Hadley’s face, waking her up with a gasp followed by furry hugs until her loving eyes lock on mine.

  Hank gets one more cuddle and they both break apart. Hadley heads toward me and Hank jumps off the bed to slobber up some water. I open the bag and take out her coffee along with a muffin.

  She scoots back on the bed and curls her legs undern
eath her body, wrapping both hands around the cup to take a few sips. I take a few sips from my own cup and lean in to steal a kiss. One brief moment of lip touching isn’t enough and I take my time to taste the caramel coffee on her tongue before pulling back.

  “I’m heading into church. Talk later.”

  She waves and at the same time Hank jumps on the bed to snuggle close to her. I give the both of them one final glance and close the door behind me. Baton stumbles from his room and almost bumps into me.

  “Sorry,” he grumbles and falls in step behind me as we both stroll down the hallway.

  Church is filled with almost every member of Broken Deeds MC. First, and second generation. Archer and Ganza are bent over Ganza’s laptop and the rest of the guys are drinking coffee. It’s still too damn early but with the active cases we can’t sit around and do nothing. One of us was killed and we need to know who’s behind this shit and just knowing it's a cartel isn’t enough; we need faces and names.

  “Are we complete?” Wyatt says, slamming the door shut he takes his place next to Archer.

  “For now,” Archer grunts and points a finger at Ganza, who in return fills the wall with an image coming from his laptop. “Gentlemen, meet Gattani Beto, second in command of the cartel we’re dealing with. We’ve managed to obtain some information through our connections and it’s safe to say this man is behind the murder at the warehouse. He didn’t do it himself but gave the direct order.”

  The screen flips and another dude I recognize from the feed of the security cam in the tattoo shop. It’s the fucker Hadley recognized the ink on.

  “This here is his hired fixer. There’s not much known about him other than the fact he’s loyal to Gattani. And this little detail is where the connection lies since he’s been spotted as the bodyguard for the mayor’s daughter. It’s safe to say the cartel and the mayor are in bed together. It might not be by the mayor’s choice but the result is the same.”