by J Bree
There’s already a wet spot there, his kisses and rough handling of me like a drug I’m hooked on.
“Take your shirt off. Leave your bra on though, that’s mine to take care of when I’m ready.”
He catches my eyes with his own and holds my gaze, the fire there for me already burning hot. I bite my lip, squirming at the intensity, but he doesn’t blink or look away. It’s like he knows just how devastating this is to my entire being, that his eyes looking into my soul like this could destroy me and he’s forcing me to be so open to him because nothing on this Earth could get me to look away right now.
It’s even more intense when he hooks his arms under my thighs, pulling my body closer to him and spreading me open, all without breaking the eye contact.
My heart begins to pound.
This doesn’t feel like all of the times before, like all of the times we’ve fucked desperately. This is too soft, too slow, too perfectly addicting for such a dirty word.
It feels like he wants to make love to me.
Do bikers even know how to do that? Fuck, do I? I’ve only ever been fucked, by force or with hate and the look he’s giving me now is riding the edge of too much, too soon.
But he forces my eyes to follow his as he leans down and our eye contact only breaks when he buries his face into the apex of my thighs, breathing me in as he tugs my legs again to pull me in. It’s as though he’s desperate to be as close to me and the wet heat hidden behind that thin layer of silk as he can be.
He uses his teeth to move my panties aside, licking a stripe up the center of me and then dipping his tongue inside me. Fuck, his tongue drags along the most sensitive parts of me and when he finally circles my clit with it my thighs clench and tremble with the effort it takes to keep them open.
He licks and sucks my pussy until his chin is dripping, my orgasms shaking my body apart until I think I might fucking die, and when he finally gets up to undress me fully I slide off of the couch and onto my knees.
“Fuck my face? It’s been too long.”
He grunts at me like he’s been shot, grabbing a fistful of my hair and shoving me down the length of him until he hits the back of my throat and I have to swallow around him to get him further down.
“Fuck, sweetness, you’re too fucking good to me. I wanna come down your throat but I miss your sweet pussy gripping me so tight. Fuck, I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
I can’t help but touch myself, my hand slipping down into the mess he’s already made and my pussy is so ready for him that three fingers slip in as easy as breathing. He doesn’t notice at first, not until I groan and come all over my own hand, and he jerks my head back so he can see.
“Fuck, get up. Get up so I can fuck you properly, you can swallow for me later.”
I groan and stand up, pulling at his shirt until he’s naked and he’s quick about getting my bra and panties off too.
Then he picks me up again like I weigh nothing and fucks me against the wall in our living room.
I barely have time to figure out where the hell to put my cast so I don’t knock him out with it by accident but he doesn’t give a fuck, just slams me into the wall and pounds my pussy like he’ll die if he doesn’t come soon.
His desperation pushes me over the edge with him and it’s only once he sets me down that I realize we didn’t use a condom, his cum slipping down my legs.
I stare at him in shock and he shrugs. “I’m not worried if you’re not worried, sweetness.”
Chapter Thirty Six
Tomi
"Why the hell does one man need forty black t-shirts? What in God’s name would you need that many fucking shirts for, Tomi?" Rue growls, spitting mad about moving my shit in this heat and Angel starts giggling when Trink piles on.
"He's on the never-ending hunt for one that's tight enough to show off all his abs and shit. Fuck, now he's got Angel he might let himself go so it's a good thing he's got some spares."
I ignore the lot of them from where I'm moving all of my tech into our bedroom. Angel is sitting on the brand-new carpet trying to stuff my shit into the tiny closet space we have left but without tossing some of the stripper outfits it's just not going to work.
I won't let her ditch any of them.
Look, I hated her working there for sure but I also spent a lotta time picking out favorites and there’s no way we’re ditching them before I get my own private dances in them. I’ve started talking about putting a pole up in the living room but Angel keeps looking at me like I’m trying to kill her and pointing out that my parents come over for dinner every other week and she might actually die at seeing Keely's reaction to it.
I could handle it.
"You know the real reason he has so many is because he's fucking shit at keeping up with his laundry, right? You're going to spend your whole life washing up after that man," Speck says, setting down another box in the bedroom and wiping his brow off on his sleeve.
Angel shrugs and mutters, "I'll be too fucking busy cleaning up his goddamn books. He'll have to figure it out."
Trink jumps on my bed like a dramatic teenager and sighs, "He'll just call Mom to come sort it out and she'll come running because he's her favorite."
I shoot her a glare but Angel just laughs at her. "I saw your birthday present, don't fucking start that shit."
She giggles and sticks out her tongue to me. "Did you see what Poe's sister sent her? Fuck me, I've never seen a Shelby in the flesh before. Fucking pretty as hell."
Rue starts grunting and huffing in his bad mood and I share a look with Speck over it.
"Fucking millionaires. Makes you wonder where the hell they're getting all that money from."
I share a look with him. Gotta be drug dealers, between that and the Ferrari? The suit on the guy that showed up here? Definite drug dealer.
I get Speck and Rue busy hanging some shit on the walls while I get my desk together in the bedroom. Trink helps Angel rearrange all of my shit in the closet until it fits. It’s bursting out and a definite hazard, but it fits.
Angel stretches like a cat and murmurs, “I’m ordering pizza. I just want to veg out tonight after getting all of your shit sorted out."
I tilt her head back and kiss her, slow and sweet. Trink snaps at us, “Can you two keep your fucking hands off of each other long enough for me to finish my goddamn drink? It’s fucking sickening."
I huff and turn to snap at Trink, "Shut up or fuck off, they're your only options."
"You need more fucking rooms in this house, I'm sick of sleeping between dipshit one and dipshit two when we're here."
I actually don’t mind her whining about this because I want to remodel the place a bit. Angel sighs and pulls me down to her lips again. "Maybe we will need to build another room for them."
I smile and grunt, "Three more rooms. An office, a spare room and a nursery"
Angel freezes and glares up at me. "What the fuck would we need one of those for?"
A slow smirk stretches across my lips. "If you don't think the next thing on my list isn't filling this house up with kids then, sweetness, you got me all wrong."
She looks like a deer in fucking headlights for a second then she snaps, "I'm kicking you out. Rue! Grab the boxes, he's out."
Rue laughs like I'm joking around with her, I'm not, and I grab a fistful of her hair to tug her head back and expose her throat.
"You're not kicking me out. You're staying here with me forever while we build extra rooms on for all the fucking family that's going to be here all the damn time and for all of the kids we're having. I'm getting old, we gotta start soon."
She tries to shake her head at me, “I thought you were joking! I thought you were being like ‘oh lets not panic’ not ‘lets have a fucking baby’! Tomi, I’m still in fucking college. Did you forget I’m barely fucking eighteen? Jesus, what will your mom think? Absolutely not.”
Trink fake gags and stalks back out into the kitchen, slamming the bedroom door as she goes. Perfe
ct. I haul Angel up and into my arms before walking her to the bed. “It'll be awkward for you to eat pizza with my cum dripping down your legs but I guess I'll have to show you now how serious I am.”
Everything in my life is fucking perfect.
Except for the problem that there are still fucking rats in my club.
Our next shipment arrives untouched without any extra cargo, and the one after that is the same. You’d think we’d be happy about it but all that says is that the rats are digging deeper. We might have found a few and taken them out but there’s no way we’re out of the fucking woods.
When I arrive at the clubhouse for church I scan the bar area and find Angel giggling with Trink and Poe in a booth, bottles of beer around the three of them as they talk shit. I know for fucking sure it’s shit because Trink is waving her arms around like crazy, Poe’s laugh is like an evil fucking cackle, and Angel’s cheeks look rosy red as she giggles along with them.
Fucking perfection.
“We gotta find this fucking rat. Gotta keep those girls safe and happy, it’s the whole damn reason we started this club. Live outside the law and keep the family together. Safe. Fucking happy.” Hell is fucking wasted, drunker than I’ve seen him in a long time.
I guess King’s homecoming means his load has been lightened and with less on his plate he can let his hair down a little more.
I shrug and take a beer from him. “Nothing is touching them while we’re around. Fucking nothing. Those three and Keely are top priority, as long as they’re okay then we can sort the rest out.”
The back door to the supplies closet opens and Speck comes out with a keg, laughing and calling out to Law like a fucking clown. I frown at him and when he gets an eyeful the grin slips from his face.
“Fuck. What have I done now?” he groans and I point my beer at him.
“Open motherfucking heart surgery, dickhead. Stop lifting shit until you’re cleared, I ruined my best shirt keeping you alive, have some respect.”
He rubs the back of his neck and shoots a look at Hellion. “Pops asked me to grab it. What am I supposed to do, say nah?”
I shoot my uncle a look but he’s fucking wasted. “You get Law or Lyn to do it. They’re around here to fucking help until you’re cleared, don’t be a dumbass. Keely will have a fucking heart attack of her own if anything happens to you again and I’ll fucking gut you for stressing her out.”
Law slaps him on the back as he passes to grab more beer and Speck stares up at me like a fucking kicked puppy. I smell the sweet honey scent of Angel before his face changes to the friendly grin he’s given her from day one.
There’s a reason I told him I was ‘struck, makes him someone I could trust around her one hundred percent.
Her hand is soft as it slips into mine and I swear to fucking God my head grows three sizes at that tiny touch. She trusts me, trusts us, enough to do that here and in front of the entire clubhouse.
I want to sling her over my shoulder and carry her the fuck to bed.
“It’s my turn to get beers, sorry. Do you want me to grab my own, Reece?”
Hell scoffs and walks off, too drunk to talk to Angel without sounding like an asshole and bowing out, thank fuck. I pull her into my side and jerk my head at my dumbass cousin. “A few bottles won’t kill him to lift, deliver them with a smile, Reece.”
He groans and walks off, shooting a grin at Angel as he moves. She sighs and tilts her head back, pouting those lips of hers at me until I wanna bite them. “Why are you being an asshole to him? He helped me clean out your room today, he drove me over to Southern Miss and walked around with me. He’s been very helpful.”
My eyes narrow as I look down at her. “You went in? What the hell did you have to do on campus?”
She bites her lip and I snap, swinging her around until she’s in my arms and staring up at me with her pupils blown out, all soft and liquid with lust for her old man.
Her voice is breathy and fucking intoxicating. “I was changing my course load, I had to sign some papers. I’ve doubled what I’m doing now that I’m not working. I hope you weren’t lying about covering the electricity and gas because shit’s about to get fucking rough if you were.”
Trink calls out to us like a fucking brat when I swoop down and kiss her, long and deep like she deserves, ignoring the jeering and fucking idiocy around us. That’s what being in this club feels like, grinding on my girl in the middle of the fucking clubhouse so everyone knows for fucking sure who she belongs to.
“Get the hell off of her before I fucking puke, dickhead,” Trink snarls at me, and Angel pulls away from me. I level my asshole of a sister with a savage look but she just grins back at me.
“Friday nights are church and ladies night, right? So get on, we’re busy talking about important shit.”
Angel huffs and squeezes my hand before she pulls away. “How exactly is forcing me to listen to your conquest stories important shit? Posey looks ready to puke and I’m about there myself.”
I give Trink another glare and she bounces off, her shorts too fucking short and Angel follows her, a little more comfortable around here now no one is watching her.
Well, Monroe is still watching her but we all know to just ignore that cunt.
King stalks out of his office and yells out, “Church!”
I shoot Speck a look to keep an eye on the girls and then I take my beer with me to the chapel. Rue is already in there, scowling at some paperwork and I park my ass next to him.
“What’s happened?” I murmur, and he scowls up at me.
“The Demons went into Shreveport last night. Took out thirty men while they slept. Someone let them in, got them past security, and unlocked the brothers’ bedroom fucking doors so they could be slaughtered in their sleep.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
I take the papers from him and see the schematic of the Shreveport clubhouse, all of the security the Demons would have to get through to pull something like that off.
Motherfucking rats.
King shuts the door and walks back around to his chair but he doesn’t sit down. Nah, his face says he means fucking business.
“I’m done playing around and keeping fucking quiet about this shit, so I’m saying it like it is. There’s rats in our club. Not just this one but the whole of the Unseen MC and all its charters have been infiltrated by Demon scum. Now I was hoping to work my way through every last member until I could clear you but Shreveport just got hit hard. Luis just lost thirty good men while they fucking slept because the Demons are too fucking scared to face us like men. That being said, I’m not standing for that shit happening here under my roof so I want every man in this room to know if you’re not my blood, consider yourself on notice.”
Dead fucking silence.
No one wants to say a fucking thing to that and King nods like that’s the right answer. “If you’re a rat, you’ll die. Simple as that, we will find out and you will fucking die. If you’re not, you better start pulling your fucking weight to prove yourself and your loyalty to your patch. Better yet, find me the fucking traitors. This club is my fucking life and I’ll be damned if I let Grimm fucking Graves take it from me.”
When I leave the chapel I get to the girls before anyone else can, Rue hot on my heels. I want my girl safe but there’s more than that getting me fucking moving.
“Are we just gonna fucking forget that there’s a fucking Graves in this building? Are we just gonna let the obvious fucking rat sit there in our clubhouse?” Diesel snarls as he walks up behind us and I turn on my heel as I block him from getting any fucking closer to Poe.
Rue turns with me and I think Diesel is breathing his last fucking air.
Except King stalks out and saves us from the murder. “This club swore an oath to protect Alby’s granddaughter, you lay a hand on her and I’ll assume you’re a fucking rat for disobeying my orders like that. Unseen don’t break oaths, that’s Demon shit.”
I don’t move an inch until Diesel h
uffs and stalks off. Rue is practically fucking shaking when I finally turn around to find Trink and Angel covering Poe like they were expecting someone to try to shoot her.
Makes my blood fucking boil.
“Get her home, brother. This place isn’t safe for our girls right now,” I mutter and he nods sharply. Poe and Trink both follow after him, quiet for once.
Angel tucks into my side as we leave together.
Shit’s about to get a lot worse before it gets better.
Epilogue
Tomi
Months later
We’re woken by my phone, the ringtone cutting through the quiet night air like a knife. I pull away from my woman, rolling to sit up and grab the phone to find King’s number flashing at me
Fuck.
“What’s happened?”
Angel sits up in bed next to me looking like a wet fucking dream, all naked and perfect and fucking bitable.
“You need to get your ass to the clubhouse. Law’s dead, Diego’s been shot, and Rue’s about to go off the fucking rails.”
Jesus.
I lurch out of the bed and start cursing up a storm. No way I want the type of hell that’s just showed up on our doorsteps, not with my Angel blinking up at me like I’m her fucking savior and instead I’ll be dragging her into a life of death and destruction.
Lawson is dead.
“What the fuck happened? Demons?”
There’s shouting in the background and then King heaves out a sigh. “Has to be. I need you here right the fuck now, Tomi, someone needs to talk Rue down and he’s already knocked two guys out.”
Fuck.
“I’m on my way.” I prop the phone up on my shoulder as I pull on my jeans and start rummaging for a shirt. Angel sits up in bed and starts looking for her phone in the sheets.
“Bring Angel. We’re going into lockdown until we can get a handle on this shit. And Tomi?”
