I suck in a breath when he lifts his hand and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. My lips twitch into a small smile as I watch him. His lips turn up into a small smile of his own as his gaze stays connected to mine.
“Good, sore, really sore… everywhere,” I whisper, admitting the truth.
He leans forward, touching his lips to mine for a brief moment. “Can’t say I’m remotely sorry about that, babe,” he mutters against my lips.
“I’m sure,” I breathe. “Apparently, after last night, we’re the talk of the club.”
He chuckles, standing up and sits down in the previously vacated chair. “Are we?” he asks.
I hum. “Pinkie and Esther both came to me. Esther because she wants to know why I’m here. She wants to know about all the club drama where it concerns me. Pinkie informed me that our displays last night did not go unnoticed and that Sable is seriously pissed the fuck off about it.”
I watch as he shakes his head a couple of times, his lips curving up into a grin. “Glad to know everyone enjoyed the show and only that one ass cheek of yours was exposed during it. Also, the blow job was top fucking notch, babe, and I will never turn that goddamn shit down, I don’t care who’s watching.”
“I’m sure.” I laugh softly.
His eyes turn to liquid as they roam over me. “As far as Esther is concerned, don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Wolfe. Whatever he needs to tell her, he can, she shouldn’t have asked you shit. I don’t care if it’s Old lady to Old Lady, it ain’t her place.”
“I don’t want her to get into trouble,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “Not possible, babe. She came to you, that shit is on her. But, doubt Wolfe will say fuck all to her anyway. The bitch has him wrapped around her finger, totally goddamn pussy whipped.” He winks.
“Unlike all the other men with Old Ladies?” I ask.
Taz smirks as he stands to his feet. I watch as he extends his hand and offers it to me. He helps me to my feet, then guides me into the kitchen where he has dinner waiting for me. It’s nothing huge, just a pizza and a two-liter of Coke.
“You brought dinner?” I ask.
Taz reaches for me, wraps his arms around my waist and gently tugs me against his chest. When he dips his chin, my breath hitches as his lips graze mine gently.
“When you can sit on your ass again, I’ll take you out. You deserve better than a couple boxes of pizza. Keeping you here and under wraps, safe, is my main concern right now though, so until we can get a location on this Angel fucker, takeout is probably what you’re getting.”
Sliding my tongue out, I taste his lips. “I’m okay with being locked up as long as you’re here with me,” I breathe.
“How fucking adorable, are you going to try and swallow his dick again to show off?” a voice snaps.
Taz doesn’t even turn around, his focus stays on me as he speaks. “You need to take your ass to the clubwhores’ quarters. I’ll be dealing with you next,” he growls.
“Oh good, my pussy feels neglected. Nobody here has a cock quite like yours, or the ability to keep me sore for days. Miss that,” she purrs.
“If she doesn’t get the fuck out,” I hiss. “I’m going to rip her fucking hair out.”
Taz’s eyes widen, his lips twitch and he shakes his head once. “I’d like to see that, babe,” he whispers.
“I have no doubt,” I retort.
“Sable, get the fuck out,” he grunts.
TAZ
Leaving Trista alone in the kitchen eating pizza is not the way I wanted to end tonight. After spending all fucking afternoon and early evening counting and logging in guns and ammo, I wanted nothing more than to eat, eat my woman, and maybe fuck her a couple of times before I passed out with my balls empty and my cock limp.
Marching into the clubwhores’ quarters, the sight that greets me shouldn’t surprise me. In all honesty, it doesn’t. Sable is sitting on her small twin bed, completely naked and her legs spread wide.
“I need you,” she whimpers, forcing her bottom lip out into a pout.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my head to the side. “You ain’t gettin’ me. Bitch, I am done with your ass. Whatever this is, play the game with someone else. I don’t have time for this shit. You spread when you were supposed to and I don’t want it anymore, fuck, why are you acting so goddamn desperate?”
Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head once. “I’m not acting like anything. I know the kind of man you are, and you are a man who takes what he wants when he wants it. You are not a one-woman man, not like the others. I like what you have to offer and I don’t want to lose it because you think you have to play house with some daughter of the Beasts.”
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair. She’s right, to a degree, I never thought that I could be a one-woman man. I never imagined that I would want to be. Trista makes me want to be that for her, not just because it’s what she wants, but because I think she deserves it.
“Done, Sable. You’re done. This shit happens again and you’re out on your ass. I’m only allowing this second warning because I genuinely think that you could give a fuck about me, but please don’t. Do your job, spread all your holes for the men you’re here to spread them for, and be done with me. God knows, I’m fuckin’ done with you.”
Turning my back to her, I walk away, but not before I practically run over Hawk. He lifts his eyes, shifting them behind me to Sable, then brings them back to me with a frown. He doesn’t say anything and I don’t offer a fucking word.
I could tell him nothing happened, but I don’t. He’s a brother and his duty is to me before it is to anyone else and that includes Trista. Taking a step toward him, I lean over so that Sable doesn’t hear me.
“Be wary. That bitch’s cunt has teeth,” I warn.
Walking away from him, I make my way back into the kitchen. I’m not surprised to see that Trista is exactly where I left her, except she’s got a slice of pepperoni pizza in her hand. She smiles as she chews what’s in her mouth.
“Got her put in her place?” she asks.
I grunt, walking over to her and grabbing the bottom box. Lifting the lid, I grin at the sight of the all meat pie as it stares back at me.
“You got all meat and no cheese with pepperoni?” she asks, looking almost confused.
My lips twitch. “You don’t like the sausage in all meat,” I simply state with a shrug.
“I don’t, you’re right,” she whispers.
“In fact,” I point out. “You only like plain no cheese pepperoni.”
She nods, her eyes widening. “How did you even know that?” she whispers.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to her nose. “Babe, I know you. Now, eat your pizza, drink your full-sugar Coke, then let’s go upstairs. I seriously need to be inside of you again soon.”
Her lips turn up into a full-fledged wide ass smile. “Okay, Ridge,” she whispers.
My cock twitches at the sound of her calling me by my name. If I ever thought that this bitch wasn’t enough for me, I was a fucking fool.
Fighting having her all to myself was the stupidest fucking shit I’ve ever done, and the fact that I did it for years makes me feel like the biggest goddamn prick on the planet.
I’m done with that though. As soon as I possibly can, I’m giving her my last name, but before even that, I’m filling her with my baby. She ain’t leaving me, not fucking ever. I don’t give a shit if that makes me some kind of jacked-up weirdo.
I’m keeping her forever and filling her with daddy juice is the only goddamn way I know how.
Chapter Eighteen
TRISTA
My phone rings. It wakes me up and I reach for it, blindly grabbing at random things on the nightstand before I eventually grab ahold of it. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I don’t even look at the caller ID before I answer.
“Hello?”
“You want your little puta friend back, you better tell me where the fuck you are,
” a voice barks into the phone.
“Who is this?” I demand.
Before I hear an answer, my cell is ripped from my hand and Ridge’s voice rumbles around me. “Who the fuck is this?”
“Yeah?” Ridge asks. “I’m Taz, the sergeant-at-arms for the Savage Beast MC and you just called my fucking Old Lady, so you better get to goddamn talking you pencil-dicked motherfucker.”
I hold my breath, waiting and straining to hear the stranger’s voice on the phone. Unfortunately, I can’t hear shit, no matter how hard I try.
“You better watch your fuckin’ back. The Beasts don’t back down and we don’t take kindly to threats. Just ask the rest of your family… oh wait.” He grins.
The pieces of the puzzle form quickly. It’s Angel Ramos. Taz was right, he was coming for me, except when he didn’t find me. What or who, he did find was Avah. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his forearm and squeeze.
He shakes his head once, narrowing his gaze on me, silently ordering me to keep my fucking mouth shut. I pull on his arm again, but he shakes his head once.
“Yeah? Come to Arizona and say that shit to my face,” he growls. “Bring the bitch with you, and I might give you your sister back.”
He snorts. “Oh yeah, did I forget to mention we have the bitch? Sucks a mean cock, too. Ass is tighter than anything I’ve ever had. Judging by the blood when I fucked her cunt the first time, must have been a virgin, too. But you touch the girl you got, there will be retribution and we’ll take all of it out on your sister while you watch, then on you next.”
He ends the call, then promptly throws the phone across the room before he turns to me. “You don’t answer that shit again. In fact, I’m taking that with me from now on. You’re on goddamn lockdown.”
“It was him? He has Avah?” I demand.
Taz lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck before he tugs me close to him. He dips his forehead and touches it to my own.
“Nothing will happen to you. I got this, beautiful. His filth will not touch you, not fucking ever. I will die before I allow that shit, and even if I do die, I got my brothers who won’t let it happen.”
Shaking my head, my ass should be screaming in pain as I’m on my knees, sitting on my feet, but I’m completely numb as my body begins to tremble. Closing my eyes, I swallow my tears, trying not to look weak, but feeling so damn fragile.
“Did you really? All those things you said you did to his sister, did you?” I ask.
Taz’s head jerks back, but his hand stays firmly in place. He squeezes the back of my neck, as his lips turn up into a grin.
“Me? Personally, no.”
“Are you implying that they were done to her?”
I watch as he licks his bottom lip, then sinks his straight white teeth into the flesh. “This life, it’s not pretty, babe.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“That’s the answer you’ll get,” he announces.
Rising to my knees, I place my palms on his chest and push, but he doesn’t budge. He holds me firm, his fingers no doubt bruising the sides of my neck as he grips me tighter. Then he pulls me against his chest, smashing my body against his own.
His head dips down and his lips touch mine. I don’t return the kiss at all. He smiles against my mouth, then lifts his head and chuckles as he looks down at me. I watch as he lifts his eyes to the ceiling then shifts them back down to meet my own.
“Babe, I don’t know what’s really happened to that bitch. She’s locked up, in the same room Savannah was held. However, what I can say is that she’s not on a luxury vacation, so I would assume they’ve tried to extract information from her. She hasn’t been my concern though. Only got one woman I’m worried and thinkin’ about.”
Licking my lips, I search his gaze for signs of him lying. Though, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to really read him if he were. I have no idea what his tells are. I decide to believe him until I no longer can.
“And who is that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He snorts, then slants his head to the side. His mouth touches mine but he doesn’t speak right away. When he does, his voice is barely above a whisper.
“You know it’s you, Trista. You know it’s always been you, babe.”
“Thank you for rescuing me before I even realized I needed it,” I admit.
He grunts as one of his hands slides down the center of my back, then his warm palm hovers over my bandaged ass. “Not sure who did the rescuing, beautiful.”
Taz’s mouth slams against mine, his tongue drives into my mouth and he kisses me. His hand on my ass doesn’t squeeze or grip me, just stays perfectly still. His other hand continues to hold on to my neck tightly as his mouth fucks mine.
I sigh, loving the way he swallows the sound. All thoughts of Angel’s sister disappear. All worries of Angel and Avah do too. There is only me and him. Just us. When we break the kiss, he doesn’t move away like I expect.
We both attempt to catch our breaths, our lips still touching as we pant against one another’s mouths.
“Have my baby, Trista. I want you off whatever birth control you’re on. You ain’t goin’ back to LA. You’re stayin’ right fucking here with me.”
My breath hitches. I’m not sure what to say, what to do. His hand slides up from my ass and wraps around my waist from behind as he holds me closer against his chest.
“I love you,” he admits.
All of my doubts disappear as soon as he says the three words aloud. Tears immediately stream down my cheeks. I can’t hold them in or hold them back, no matter how hard I try. They just plain fall.
Shaking my head, I inhale a trembling breath, then slide my nose alongside his with a sigh. “I’ll have your baby, Ridge. I should probably tell you no, probably fight you on it since we haven’t been a couple for very long. Since I don’t know if this is really going to last, but I can’t tell you no.”
He hums, his fingers flexing against the back of my neck. “I know you can’t.” He chuckles. “You’re gonna take my daddy juice and I plan on fillin’ you up as often as possible, beautiful.”
Jerking my head back, my lips curve up into a smile and I let out a giggle. “Did you really just call your sperm, daddy juice?” I ask.
His lips twitch. “Got that right, now, on your hands and knees, we need to practice real quick.”
Taz shifts his mouth to my ear and his voice drops. “Need inside that pretty little cunt, babe. I’m going to unwrap your ass so that I can look at my mark while I fill you up.”
“Okay,” I lamely sigh.
TAZ
Dragon is sitting behind his desk when I eventually emerge from my room and from Trista’s warm cunt. Walking into his office, I close the door behind me and flip the lock before I sink down in the chair across from him.
Tossing Trista’s phone on to the top of his desk, I watch as he lifts his gaze to meet mine, arching a brow when he does.
“Angel Junior made contact,” I state. “He has the roommate.”
Dragon leans back, his brows knitting together immediately. “What did he say?”
“Didn’t give him much of a chance to say anything. He wanted Trista. Naturally, I told him he could fuck himself. I did inform him that we are holding little sister. I also advised him to bring his ass here, with the roommate unharmed.”
Dragon smirks, shaking his head. “You’re a crazy asshole.”
“Trista’s my woman and I’m not having her threatened. She’s on lockdown, by the way.”
“Let’s go and visit little sister,” Dragon grunts as he stands to his feet. “We gotta get whatever we can out of her, and fast. I have a feeling this motherfucker is going to bring trouble to our door. I already got enough shit with the Punchers headed our way.”
Hissing, I stand to my feet. “Fuck. That’s my fault, too. I’m sorry,” I admit.
Dragon’s chin jerks. “Fuck them. They don’t own a goddamn highway or a gas station. You
were on your way home. You were not conducting business there. You were buying some gas and taking a leak. If they think they can start a war because of that? Then they got a whole other thing coming. I’m done playing nice with any of these people. Fuck politics and fuck mutual respect, I’m all goddamn out of both.”
Following behind him, I watch as he pockets Trista’s phone then makes his way toward the door. Together we walk toward the room where I know the bitch has been held. I didn’t lie when I told Trista that I’ve actually never seen her before.
All that shit I said to Angel was bullshit. I mean, I have no doubt someone here has fucked her, she is a prisoner. That’s just the way shit goes down, but I have been too focused on Trista and dragging her sweet ass back here to actually know one way or the other.
Dragon whistles and calls out for Eagle. Della is sitting next to him on the sofa, her hand resting on her pregnant belly. Eagle jerks his chin as he stands.
I watch as he bends down and touches his mouth to Della’s temple. Her eyes close for a moment and even from across the room I can see her complete contentment in the move.
Eagle jogs toward us, favoring the side where he was shot, Della’s eyes following his every step. “When’s that baby poppin’ out?” I ask.
Eagle stops, his eyes widening and his lips twitching into a smile. “Soon. Can’t fuckin’ wait.”
Shaking my head, the three of us make our way toward the little sister’s room, technically Eagle’s little sister as well. We stop outside the door and Dragon looks back to him.
“Haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. No clue what we’ll find, you gonna lose your shit?” he asks, his gaze focused on Eagle.
Eagle shrugs a shoulder, then licks his lips. “Don’t know her, but I’m pretty fucking certain anyone that comes from my father has something fucked up about them, that includes me,” he says with a grin. “Basically, I don’t really give a fuck, because although she’s blood, she ain’t my family.”
Dragon dips his chin as he shoves the key in the lock and slowly opens it. Pushing the door open, we all three step inside. I close the door behind us and we all three focus on the bed that’s pushed up against the wall.
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