“Yeah, Pres?”
I held my phone out and gave him a look, a look he recognised because he was suddenly alert, and his eyes darted around the compound grounds around us.
“Take Squirt, and keep the ladies inside. Do not let Stella come out here. Get Steel out here, but tell the others to stay inside with the women.” I kept my voice low and controlled.
Ford reached out and took Shiloh from my shoulders, cradling her to his chest as he hurried off to carry out my orders. The club princess was oblivious to the danger as she wiggled her fingers at me in a goodbye motion. She was used to being with so many of us that she never questioned anything we asked of her. I waited until Ford was safely inside before I lifted the phone to my ear again.
“Okay, done,” I said in a clipped tone, not liking one bit that I was talking to this arsehole again and on this day in particular.
“Let’s wait for your VP first before I say what I have to say.”
Fine, we will play it your way, arsehole. For now.
It wasn’t long before Steel stormed out the door and made his way to me. The clench of his jaw was telling. It said he’d had a fucking enough, too.
I hit speaker because I knew it was what he would want, and I didn’t want to hear his voice any longer than necessary.
“Speak.”
“You’re getting a little mouthy, Pres. Let’s not forget who is controlling this game.”
Was this guy serious? He thought this was a game? A life had been lost, for fuck’s sake.
“What the fuck do you want? Because if this is just about your dick size, I ain’t interested.” I was not in the mood for this shit right now, but a look from Steel had me stepping back a bit. I could see the warning glint in his eyes, and he was right. Rogue had proven over and over he could get to any one of us at any time, but come on, he seemed to be getting off on this.
“How about your little girlfriend’s breast? You interested in that, or does that turn you off. Will you still be able to touch her titty, Booth, or will you lose interest in her now and go back to the stripper?” My vision turned red at his words.
“Listen to me, you fuck. If you so much as think her name, I will pull your heart out of your throat with my bare hands and feed it to the dogs.”
“Oh, you mean the dead dog down by the south fence line? That dog?”
Steel took off and sprinted in the direction of the end of the property. I had just thrown the ball down there not five minutes earlier, and I waited anxiously for Steel to come back into view. He was running full pelt towards me, but only Trigger followed him at his heels. As he got closer, I could make out a red stain on his shirt. Oh, fuck, no.
“Understand who is in control now, boys?”
“You are a fucking cunt.” Steel was seething and panting, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “A little girl loved that dog more than anything. How could you be so fucking inhuman?” he yelled at the phone.
“I told you I am in control. Here is a joke for you. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead went into a bar. Which one didn’t make it out?” The line went dead, and we were left to stare at the phone in my hands. Jesus Christ, he was insane. He wasn’t going to stop, but why the fuck was he doing this? Who the fuck was he?
“He shot Bullet. The fucking prick shot my dog and killed him. How do I tell Squirt he is gone?” They might have been his dogs, but they became Shiloh’s constant companions. My heart ached for the little girl as I thought about how sad she was going to be.
“I am sorry, so sorry, brother. Get Seb out here to take care of him. I need you with me for now, okay?” I knew he wanted to be the one to take care of Bullet, but Rogue had just threatened the lives of Stella, Rainn, and Mia. This had to be taken care of right the fuck now. I had to put the whole club on alert. Something I had put off until now, but this guy just forced my hand. He threatened my woman, and he was going to pay for that.
32
STELLA
“Don’t borrow trouble, Stells. My sister said Doctor Venghy is the best in his field. If he let you go for the weekend before doing anything considering your mum’s history, then that is a positive thing,” Vegas reasoned as she handed me a fruity mocktail. I wasn’t in the mood for alcohol tonight. In fact, all of us had non-alcoholic drinks in front of us. Even Rainn was drinking just juice and soda, and she was the biggest drinker of all of us.
“I know, I am trying, really. But mum passed away from cancer, and it has me really freaked out. Obviously, since I freaked out in the dressing room. I am so sorry I did that to you, Charlotte,” I apologised. It was supposed to be fun for her, and I’d turned it into a nut farm visit.
“Oh, pish posh. It was fine. Deck was so turned on from the photo of me in my lingerie that when we returned to the compound, he took me in the shower three times before the water went cold.” She laughed, fanning herself at the memory.
But that only made me more depressed. Would Booth want to touch my breast now that there was a lump? The thought sent a chill of dread through me.
“What if Booth is turned off by the lump? What if he doesn’t want to touch or kiss them anymore?” Oh, God, just the thought killed me. My breasts were his obsession—he could spend hours on them, and he had. He had made me come just from kissing and sucking them alone.
“Are you serious, girl? You need some major help if you think that man will stop touching you just because of that. Honestly, Stella, sometimes, you say the stupidest things.” Rainn admonished me.
“Yes, she does, and that was the stupidest thing she has ever said.”
I nearly fell off my perch on the barstool. I was righted by the strong hands of my man, but when I turned to look at him, his face was thunderous. Something had happened—more than my stupid mouth.
“What’s happened, baby?” I asked, but somehow, I knew Rogue was the one that had put that look of murder on Booth’s handsome face. His eyes softened just slightly at my use of the endearment he loved so much. I had used it in front of our friends a few times now, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.
Leaning down, he covered my lips with his in a soft, sweet kiss, moving down to my jaw and across to my earlobe, which he held between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug.
“I will spank your delectable arse for that comment, Honey. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever stop me from loving you or any part of you. We are in this together, Stella. Remember that, Honey,” Booth whispered gruffly so only I could hear him. Damn, my panties just got very wet.
His beautiful grey eyes told me everything his words weren’t. He was mine—body, heart, and soul. There was no disgust or regret in them. I sighed contentedly and leaned against his hard body, enjoying his warmth and strength, but his body was tense. He needed to be Booth, president of the Wounded Souls MC. I gave him one last chaste kiss on the lips and pushed myself to stand away from him, missing his heat straightaway.
“Together,” I whispered back and agreed with every word. “I’m fine, baby. The guys are waiting for you,” I said as I glanced over his shoulder at the others who had gathered in front of the pool tables in the middle of the room. Steel looked like he wanted to punch everyone in the room, and was that … was that blood on his shirt? Oh, Lord, what’s happened?
“Vegas, I need you to go and stay with Shiloh. I don’t want her coming in here. Understood?” Booth ordered. His eyes darted towards the hallway leading to the suite of rooms Deck and Charlotte occupied.
“I can go, Booth,” Mia argued, having seen Callie walk up to Steel and put her hands all over his chest until she reached the obvious bloodstains, and we watched her recoil. God, she was such a bitch. Poor Mia. I wasn’t sure how long she could put up with Steel’s indifference to her and his stupid obsession with her slut sister.
“No, sweetheart, I need you here,” was all he said before he gave Vegas a nod to go. Booth bent down and gave me one last kiss then took off to stand with his brothers.
“What’s going on?” Rainn’s question was di
rected at all of us, but none of us had a clue, but by the looks on the patched members’ faces, it wasn’t good. We moved to the couches so Charlotte had a more comfortable seat. I watched as Booth let out an ear-piercing whistle, grabbing the attention of the room immediately.
“You all know that Dundee was killed protecting three important people of this club. What you don’t know is the person responsible is still out to hurt the members of the club. Particularly the officer patches.” Booth stopped and looked at the bar. His eyes were frantic the minute he realised I wasn’t where he had left me. With everything that went down today and my meltdown, the man must be on a thin edge.
“Handsome, over here,” I called out to him, getting his grey eyes on me. His smile was relieved, and with a nod, he continued.
“Fifteen minutes ago, the arsehole we call Rogue, who is doing this to us, shot and killed Bullet.”
The room erupted in an uproar. My eyes filled with tears for the poor lost dog, but my first thought was of Shiloh and Steel. Shiloh was going to be devastated when she found out. And Steel looked devastated himself, but his supposed girlfriend wasn’t much support. I noticed she was making sexy eyes with some guy who worked at the gun shop. He wasn’t a member or a prospect of the club, but as an employee, he had access to the compound with permission and an invite.
“God, she is such a wanton hooker,” Rainn spat as she too watched Callie flirt while Steel was barely holding himself together.
Beside me, Mia was crying softly at the news. She had been with Steel when he bought Bullet. I saw Steel look over to where we were, his eyes seeking out Mia.
He was such a confusing man. One minute, he was ignoring Mia and flaunting Callie in her face, and the next, he was seeking her out, making sure she was okay like he cared about her. I didn’t know how Mia put up with it.
He mouthed to her, “Are you okay?”
Mia’s sobs grow louder, but she nodded her head.
Did all the members need their heads pulled out of their arses?
“I want all patch members to report to the war room after this for a roster of detail duty. Stella, Mia, Rainn, Teach, and especially Shiloh, are never to be left alone outside of these walls,” Booth boomed his command. He made eye contact with every male member of the club to be sure they all understood, but when his eyes made it back to me, I saw desperation.
“Nothing happens to these girls. Their safety is paramount. They are our number one priority. Always.” His words were for the whole room, but I felt the promise down deep in my bones. Booth would never let anything happen to me if it was within his power, and he would die trying if it was not.
“What about Vegas?” Charlotte questioned. She was trembling, but despite this, she was concerned for her friend, too.
“Sweetness, you five are the only ones he is after. Vegas is safe, but we will be vigilant with her, too. Don’t worry, Charlie. Darth won’t let anything happen to her,” Deck said, then turned to give the huge man a chin lift and received one in return.
How did they know what they were saying to each other? Was this something they learned when being taught how to pee standing up? Or was it a military training thing? I knew that Deck just said we were in danger from this guy, and I should be scared, but I wasn’t. For the last few years of my life, I had been a punching bag for the men in my family, and now finding a lump in my breast sort of helped put things into perspective. That, and I had already been through a harrowing experience at the hands of Rogue, so what more could he throw my way?
“Nothing will happen to Julie, Teach,” Darth’s promise sounded ominous, and I had no doubt he meant it, but they couldn’t promise these sorts of things.
My mum’s death had given me a dose of reality in a hurry. She’d promised me time and again that things were going to be fine, and she’d died horribly in the end. Her body turned on her, and she wasted away to nothing right before my eyes. Oh, God, I couldn’t go through that. Mum ended up helpless I had to do everything for her. She couldn’t even brush her own teeth towards the end. I would not put Booth through that. Damn, this wait for the specialist’s appointment was going to be tough.
“Honey, you still here with me?” Booth’s question pulled me from where my mind had gone. I was surprised to see the room had emptied.
“Huh?”
Booth laughed. “Okay, Honey, let’s go to bed. You’ve got one spanking coming your way, and I believe I have a blow job coming mine,” he said, lifting me off the couch and into his arms. God, I loved it when he carried me. He was so strong, and when he did this, he made me feel cherished. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned against him. Reality could go kick someone else’s arse. Tonight was for my man and me.
33
BOOTH
“Oh, fucking fuck, Honey.” Dropping my head, I looked at one of the best sights of my life. My woman on her knees with my dick sucked to the back of her throat like she had done this hundreds of times. She used her tongue to lick as she sucked me hard with her mouth, and her teeth scraped up and down my shaft. The smallest amount of pain heightened my pleasure. Fuck, she was amazing! I wanted to be mad at her for the lessons she got from Vegas to learn this, but at the same time, I was so glad she went through fifteen bananas to overcome her gag reflex. I remembered hearing her and Charlotte bickering at the time that Charlotte had been a natural. I really didn’t want to know that about the sweet dancer, but that was what I got for listening to Stella on my monitors during my stalker phase.
“Hmm.”
The hum vibrated around my cock, and I felt the familiar tingle start in my balls, but I didn’t want it to end just yet. I wanted to prolong our pleasure. I wanted to make her feel just what I was right now. Fucking pure bliss.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, ignoring her protest, and lifted her up as I turned her around to face the wall.
“Hands above your head, Stella,” I said, gritting my teeth against the desperate need I had for her. Her naked body was covered in a pink blush of desire that was all for me. All because she’d sucked my cock. I felt like roaring, she gave me such a high, such a boost. Her hands went above her head, and she rested them on the wall above her. With my hands on her hips, I pulled them out until her heart-shaped arse was popped out, her legs spread apart just right.
“Stay like this, okay, Honey? Do not move unless I say you can.” Damn, her body was a work of art. Her back was long and sleek, toned arms and legs, wide hips, and curves in all the right places. My fingers ran down the length of her back, and I noticed for the first time a small light red scar. It didn’t look new, but it was still red and had a weird shape to it, jagged almost. What the hell?
“Handsome, are you going to fuck me or just stare at me all night?” Stella taunted me, looking at me over her shoulder. I could see the desire in the hazel orbs, and I forgot about the scar. For now.
I pushed myself hard against her bare back, and my hard-as-fuck cock slipped between the crack of her bum. Oh, God, what I wouldn’t give to get in there. I pressed my lips against her neck and using my teeth, I gave her a gentle warning bite.
“Oh, make no mistake, Stella, I am going to fuck you, but first, I am going to make you scream,” I promised as I dropped to my knees and buried my mouth into her swollen and very wet cunt. Her screams of pleasure turned me the fuck on as her hips bucked against my mouth, trying to get more of my tongue. Oh, fuck, her taste was so sweet, so pure. I found myself craving it now after weeks of having Stella like this, in my bed, against my wall, anywhere. I spread her swollen lips with my thumbs and opened her more for my mouth. I loved to open-mouth kiss her pussy. I sucked deep and took as much of her flesh into my mouth as possible.
“Oh, fuck, Booth. Oh, baby, yes, baby, I’m coming.” Stella’s sexy cry filled the room as she came undone like a beautiful siren, her wetness coating my tongue and chin. Fucking beautiful. Her body started to sag, and I pounced on her.
Getting to my feet, I guided my throbbing cock to her soppin
g entrance and rammed myself into her pussy in one long, hard thrust. Her tightness gripped me, holding me captive.
“Honey, there isn’t anything better than your hot, tight pussy gripping my cock,” I said, my head buried in her neck, taking a bite then soothing it straightaway with my tongue.
Her purr of approval hit my ears and my cock.
Oh, God, I loved her noises. I thrust in and out at a leisurely pace. In this position, I had much more control than she did. Normally, Stella got her own way, and I ended up getting to the finish line quicker than I would like. Her desperate need for my release in her hot body had me going off like a rocket, but not this time. This time, I wanted to show her that no lump, scar, or bruise took away her beauty or the desire I had for her. Or the craving.
Snaking my hands around to her front, I took a few minutes at her pubis while my finger played with her clit, and her cunt clenched me tighter. I continued with my exploration, but I didn’t want her to come just yet. My hands moved up her flat stomach and came to the valley between her breasts. Oh, my favourite playthings. I felt her whole body tense, and I knew her concerns here.
“Booth, maybe you shouldn’t—”
I cut off her words, not wanting her to say them aloud because I knew they would just piss me off.
“Honey, listen to me.” I halted my thrusts and held myself deep in her body. My dick was roaring at me for release, but Stella was more important. My hands covered her breasts, and I made sure that the bullshit fucking lump was under my palm. It taunted me, but it did not disgust me. “No fucking lump is taking you from me. No fucking lump is keeping me from these beautiful tits. No fucking rogue soldier arsehole is touching a hair on your head.”
I started thrusting in and out of her again, picking up the pace, and with each thrust, I made sure I bottomed out, the end of my cock hitting her womb. Each time I pulled out, her pussy gripped me tighter only to suck me back in again. Jesus, I had no control with this woman.
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