She got my dick in her hand and squeezed impatiently.
I ripped the costume down, along with the sheer tights and her little panties, getting it all tangled up with her boots. When I realized it wasn’t gonna come completely off nearly fast enough, I yanked her off the table, spun her around, and bent her over it.
She thrust her ass toward me as I slid my fingers between her legs. I rubbed her clit until she was basically purring. “Ronan. Yeaahhh…” she moaned, and I lined up the head of my cock with her wet cunt.
Then I pushed into her, holding her by one hip and a shoulder to keep her where I wanted her.
I filled her and she gasped. I groaned.
This position had its definite advantages… I could see her in the mirror as I gave it to her. Her face, her tits, everything, laid out beneath me as I fucked her.
I drove into her again and again, until I was sweating.
I paused, once, to tear off my shirt. Then I kept at her.
I reached around and pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger, watching her face. She was lost in pleasure, crying out as I rubbed her clit and fucked her at the same time. I grabbed her breast with my other hand and pinched her nipple, and her mouth fell open.
She braced herself on the table as I fucked her harder.
I rubbed her clit faster, matching the rhythm of my cock plunging into her.
When she came, I got to watch the whole thing in the mirror. Her face as she cried out, her eyes rolling closed.
My name on her lips, just dangling there in a silent gasp.
She’d barely come down when I ripped my dick out of her and exploded on her back. I rubbed myself off with my hand. While I did that, she reached back to squeeze my balls, almost making me black out.
“Babe,” I groaned, easing her hand away when it got too much.
She slumped beneath me with a satisfied sigh, catching her breath.
I reached for some tissues on the makeup table. I could’ve come inside her, but I tried to be a gentleman about it since we were in the middle of a party. I figured this would be easier to clean up.
I wiped my come off her sexy back.
She smiled at me in the mirror. “That was… deliciously aggressive.”
I met her eyes as I struggled back into my pants, my muscles still shaking from giving it to her so good against the table. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not really. I like your aggression.” She turned to face me, all naked and sweaty, her costume still around her knees. “I like it when you get all jealous and worked up at my shows, and have to fuck the hell out of me backstage.”
“Well… that’s good. Because I don’t see it stopping anytime soon.”
“Do you have any idea… how long I’ve fantasized about a man who’ll fuck me like you do?”
She said that to me, her eyes shining with post-sex pleasure… gazing at me like a woman in love.
I hooked my hand around the back of her neck, and before I could say anything ridiculously mushy, or maybe drop to my knees in front of her and ask her to marry me, I kissed her, fucking long and deep and aggressive.
When I released her, she just stared at me with that dazed look.
“Maybe you should get dressed?” My eyes dragged slowly down her body. “I’m loving this look, sweetheart. But not so keen on the rest of the club getting an eyeful.”
“Right…” She looked down at herself, like she barely remembered I’d stripped her down like I did.
She didn’t even try to put the costume back on. It was a mess. I was pretty sure I’d ripped it.
Luckily, she’d brought backup. A gold jumpsuit that I’d seen her wear when she wasn’t in costume, but still looked perfect with her over-the-top eighties hair and wrestling babe makeup.
Some of which was now on my face.
As she untangled herself from the costume and slipped into the gold thing, I wiped the makeup and glitter off my face. And I noticed she hadn’t put on any panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The jumpsuit dipped low in front, showing some serious curves, and I couldn’t remember her tits ever looking so incredibly lickable while she was clothed.
“Shit,” I muttered, admiring her as I adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable in my jeans. “You know I need to fuck you again now, right?”
She tossed me a look in the mirror, where she was poking at her face. “Now I’m all messed up again,” she said, pretending to complain.
“Poor baby.” I smacked her ass. “Just be glad I didn’t come on your face again and lick it off.” I leaned in and licked her neck for emphasis.
Her mouth dropped open, and yeah, I fucking loved shocking her.
I was gonna go ahead and assume it wasn’t an easy thing to do.
As she touched up her makeup, she met my eyes in the mirror a few times. She snickered.
“What?” I said. “You don’t believe I’d do that again? Right here and now…?”
“It’s hard to take you seriously about anything when you’re still wearing the bunny ears.”
I cocked an eyebrow at her.
When she was ready to go, I opened the door for her. At the same time, I reached up and bent one of the bunny ears, cocking it askew. She laughed.
And fuck, that made me warm. Seeing her smile, because of me.
I took her back out to the party and deposited her with her friends in the VIP area. She sat down at a table with Elle, and I tried to relax a bit. I went to talk with a few of Brody’s security guys, while still keeping an eye on Summer.
Wherever she was, I knew it. I could feel it.
I could feel her.
I was connected to Summer Sorensen in a way I’d never been connected to a woman before. And no wonder.
The woman was magnetic.
It felt fucking good, and for once in my life—the first fucking time in my life, actually—I realized I was letting myself fall for a woman without worrying about her ulterior motives.
Honestly… they all had ulterior motives.
All, except Summer. She didn’t want anything from me.
Well… except the hot sex. The companionship. The respect.
Those I could freely give.
I could just relax my guard and enjoy this, see it for what it was. Which was the start of an incredible relationship with an incredible woman.
On that note, I tried to see this party for what it was. A party. And maybe enjoy the fact that I was here with my woman.
It was kinda working.
I was actually starting to have a good time… when my gaze suddenly caught on someone in the shifting crowd.
Blair.
Fucking.
Sanchuk.
It was a split second, and all I saw was his face in the crowd just beyond the VIP area.
I was instantly in motion.
I tore through the VIP area and leapt right over the velvet rope. I slapped Andre on the chest as I passed and shouted in his ear, “Stay on Summer!”
Then I plunged into the crowd.
Adrenaline hammered through my veins as I zig-zagged through the bodies, trying to get a lock on him again. Difficult, because he was in costume. He was wearing a dark hood.
Every-fucking-one was in costume.
But it was him.
I saw his fucking rat face. I’d seen pictures of the asshole and I’d studied that face, memorized it.
I caught a glimpse of the hood, and pushed past people, trying to get to him. But he was too far away. He kept moving, and I realized he was heading for the front door.
He was leaving in a damn hurry.
Maybe he’d seen all the security in the VIP area. Or seen me on his tail.
But I wasn’t fucking losing him this time.
Going after him half-cocked, though, was a bad idea…
I was about to pull out my phone to get backup, when a familiar face appeared in front of me. Maddox, with a beer in his hand.
I grabbed him by his white greaser costume T-shirt. I’d only realize
d, when I saw the other bikers and figured out he was in costume, that he wasn’t on duty tonight.
“What’s goin’ on?” he said.
“Come,” was all I managed, tugging him with me, and he fell in step.
By the time we reached the front door of the club, I’d lost sight of Sanchuk. I dove out the door, Maddox right behind me.
Sanchuk was there, weaseling his way through the crowd outside the club, and I grabbed him, shoving him away from the club door. I ripped back his hood to make sure, and yup.
Rat bastard looked right at me.
He took a swing, which I blocked. I twisted his arm behind his back, hard, and shoved him around the side of the building, into the alley. He tried to turn around, but I slammed him up against the wall and punched him in the kidneys for good measure, making him crumble.
Then Maddox jumped in. He ripped Sanchuk from me and shoved him to the ground. He’d ditched his beer somewhere along the way, and his lack of hesitation to jump right in to help me scored him some major points.
I was coming to like this kid.
He put his booted foot on Sanchuk’s back, holding him down, as I caught my breath. Trying to overcome a grown man who didn’t want to be overcome, struggling with him and punching him, wasn’t like in the movies. It wasn’t effortless.
I’d be feeling that punch tomorrow. My knuckles were already swelling.
I’d hit him hard.
Sanchuk peered up at us, groaning. That kidney shot would be fucking him up for days.
“What…?” he wheezed. “What the fuck…?”
“Blair Sanchuk,” I growled. “Nice to fucking meet you.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Hey!” someone called out, and I glanced back. A couple of bouncers stood at the mouth of the alley, looking at us. “The fuck’s going on?”
I looked at Maddox and he removed his foot. I hauled Sanchuk to his feet. “Nothing,” I told them, staring Sanchuk down. “He was just leaving.” I gave him a shove for good measure, tossing him deep into the alley.
The bouncers checked us out a minute, then went back to their post. They might not be too keen to let us back into the club tonight, no matter who we were or who we were here with. Any sign of violence at a bar was generally a cop magnet and a no-go.
But I wasn’t going back into the club.
“Take it easy,” Sanchuk said, putting his hands up. We stood blocking his way to the club, and he stood his ground. He looked us up-and-down, posturing, despite the way he was leaning a bit to compensate for the pain I’d inflicted. “And tell me who the fuck you are.”
“I’m the restraining order fairy,” I growled.
He went still. Then he took a small step toward me, trying to see my face better in the dim light.
“Summer Sorensen,” I hissed, in case that wasn’t clear enough for him. “You’re too fucking close to her right now. Which means you need to turn your stalker ass around and get. The fuck. Out of my sight.”
“No. No…” he stammered, totally dropping the tough guy routine. “I wasn’t stalking her…” I was pretty sure he’d just gone sheet-white in the dark. Or maybe pissed himself a little. Then he started feeding us giant heaps of shit in a hurry, like, “I didn’t know she was here,” and “I wasn’t even staying long.”
“Sure,” Maddox said. “’Cause her name and picture on the fuckin’ posters all over the front door didn’t tip you off.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I growled through my teeth, “before I change my mind.”
I felt Maddox angling in next to me, wondering what the fuck I was doing. “We can’t,” he muttered. “We can’t let him go.”
Clearly, he wouldn’t have.
“Don’t call the cops,” Sanchuk hedged, like he had any power to negotiate here, as his eyes darted from me to Maddox. Clearly, he’d heard what Maddox said. I had no idea if he knew Maddox was a King or what, but fucking right, he was scared.
He was alone with us in a dark alley, he was now injured, and on top of that, we had the law on our side.
If we wanted to, we could fuck him over in any number of ways.
“It was a mistake,” he said, backing slowly away. “I’m going.”
“Go,” I growled, and he turned and hustled into the shadows of the alley, throwing up his hood.
“Follow him,” I muttered to Maddox as I pulled out my phone, “and don’t fucking lose him.”
Maddox got a thrill-seeker gleam in his eye and took off after Sanchuk. I followed, lagging behind as I texted Andre. Would’ve preferred calling, but he wouldn’t have been able to hear me in the loud nightclub anyway.
Me: Stay on Summer. Have Brody put extra guys on her. I’m on Sanchuk.
He texted me right back.
Andre: Where are you?
Me: Outside. Tailing him with Maddox.
I shoved my phone away and hurried to catch up with Maddox.
He’d shadowed Sanchuk all the way to the next street over, and was now hiding out behind a parked truck. I slid in next to him, trying to be as non-obvious about it as possible. There were people around, but it was dark and it was Halloween; there were stranger things to look at tonight than us.
“You’ve got the van tonight?” I’d seen one of the Triple X Security vans parked on the next block when we’d arrived.
“Yup,” Maddox said. “By the way, you might wanna kill the ears.”
I ripped off the bunny ears. Totally forgot I was wearing them.
Then I leaned out a bit, following his line of sight, and saw Sanchuk darting across the street and getting into a battered old SUV that was parked at the curb.
“Get the van,” I told Maddox. “Fast. I’ll call you.”
He took off, just as Sanchuk pulled the SUV away from the curb.
I tailed him along the sidewalk. Traffic was backed up and he couldn’t get anywhere all that fast. I managed to get his license plate.
Wasn’t the same one he’d been using before he disappeared.
I tore off my bunny bowtie, which I’d also forgotten about. Then I fell back a bit, and stepped into the street to flag down a taxi.
Chapter Thirty
Ronan
I called Maddox from the cab.
I tipped the driver, generously, to follow Sanchuk’s SUV at a discrete distance. The streets of downtown were busy tonight, especially here in the West End, and it was slow moving. Within a matter of blocks, Maddox had caught up to us. And while Sanchuk was stopped at a red light, I got out of the cab, walked back to the van, and got in.
From the higher vantage point in the van, we could hang back a little farther.
Meanwhile, my phone was blowing up with messages as people in the club tried to reach me—including Summer. Apparently, she’d noticed my sudden, dramatic disappearance.
All I texted her back was: Stay with Andre.
Brody messaged, too. Seemed he’d sent a couple of guys after me, but by the time they coordinated their search with the bouncers who’d seen us leave… we were gone.
I could just picture that scene unfolding… Everyone was probably worried.
And Brody was probably pissed.
I would be if I were him, and one of my guys took off like that.
I messaged him back briefly, to let him know where Maddox and I were—more or less—and that I’d update him soon.
He could ream me out later.
Maybe I could’ve used the backup, but I didn’t want it. A confrontation in an alley really wasn’t the way to go. I wanted Sanchuk off the street. I wanted to know where he’d been hiding out.
And most of all, I wanted him alone.
We tailed him all the way across downtown, over the Georgia Viaduct and right past the street where he’d rented that slum apartment. About two minutes later, he pulled off the road into the lot of a shady motel.
We pulled up across the street, watching him drive through the small lot and park in front of one of the dismal two-story buildings.
It wasn’t a great neighborhood, but it wasn’t terrible. The surrounding streets were lined with modest family homes, while this one was lined with commercial buildings, a few apartments. It also claimed a few oddly-placed motels, relics from back in the days when this was a terrible neighborhood.
I didn’t exactly drive this route every day, but it was maybe five minutes from the offices of Sentinel Security Group.
Had Sanchuk been here this whole time, right under our noses?
Why the fuck would he bother pulling the disappearing act, then staying so close to home? He had to know eventually we’d find him.
But then again… maybe the lure of whatever kept him here was strong enough.
I was just hoping that lure wasn’t Summer, but I was getting a bad fucking feeling about all of this. The hairs at the back of my neck were standing on end as I watched him get out of the SUV, still wearing his hooded cloak, and glance around into the dark.
This guy was a full-on creepshow, and it needed to end.
Now.
He didn’t look our way, not even close. Then he headed up the stairs to the motel’s upper level, where he let himself into one of the rooms with a key. The room looked dark when he opened the door—which hopefully meant uninhabited by an angry rabble of Bloody Bastards.
The door shut and the light went on, just visible through the closed curtain over the single window.
“Now what?” Maddox said. And I really wished I had a solid answer for him.
“Any chance you’re carrying tonight?” I asked him instead.
“You told me not to,” he said dryly.
“You’re off-duty. How the fuck do I know what you do in your off hours?”
“Sorry to disappoint.” He glanced over at me. “How ’bout you?”
“Nope.”
Fuck, though. If there was any time in my life I’d wished I was carrying a lethal weapon in pursuit of someone, it was right the fuck now.
I had no idea what I’d be facing if I forced my way into that motel room.
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