by Ravenna Tate
Gorgon let out a loud breath. “We never talked about it. I wasn’t sure how you felt.”
“I think about it from time to time, but never brought it up because I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.”
This time, he laughed. “Aren’t we a pair? How long after you go off the pill would you be pregnant?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea. Everyone is different.”
“Then go off it today.”
“I’ve already taken it this morning, but tomorrow is day one of the inert pills week, so it’s perfect timing.”
“I love it when you use big words.”
He kissed her, slowly this time, forcing himself to hold back. So many emotions bubbled up inside that he couldn’t process any of them. This was all new to him, but he liked it. The idea of becoming a father felt so fucking right, and there was no other woman he’d want to be the mother of his children than Chloe.
“Billy, make love to me.” She pulled him down on top of her while he groaned against her neck, kissing his way down to her breasts, and to her pussy again. She was so wet all the time!
Gorgon pushed two fingers inside her and sucked gently on her clit until she moaned loudly and lifted her hips off the bed. When her climax began, he kept up the slow torture, wanting to prolong every last second of it for her.
“Oh my God! That was the best one yet.”
“Are you going to be okay if I’m on top?” he asked.
Her wicked smile made his dick throb. “I have a better idea.” She got onto her hands and knees and lifted her ass in the air. Gorgon wasted no time in settling himself behind her before he grasped the front of her thighs for leverage and sank his cock into her juicy hole.
“Oh.” He fucked her deep and slow, reaching up to play with her tits at the same time. Chloe reached between her legs and rubbed her clit as he thrust in and out, and it barely took any time at all before another orgasm overtook her.
Once it started, he was powerless to hold his own back. Gorgon slammed into her now, unable to keep his fucking slow. How the hell could he? Chloe was the sexiest woman he’d ever fucked. When he came, too, it was loud and proud. He squeezed every last drop of cum out of his dick before withdrawing and easing her down into his arms again.
“What do you think I’ll look like pregnant?”
“As fucking beautiful as you are now.”
He didn’t need to see her smile. He could feel it. “I love you.”
“Legs, I love you, too. I always will.”
Gorgon finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming about miniature versions of Chloe and himself.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe didn’t mind Tannin bursting into the room to wake up her and Gorgon half as much as she minded the fact that, in an effort to cover herself with something, she rolled onto her left hip. Shooting pain seared her entire side.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, you okay?” Gorgon, on the other hand, hadn’t bothered putting anything on.
“No. Yes. Give me a second.”
“Sorry,” said Tannin, his gaze locked on the floor in front of them. “But I didn’t think you’d want to wait to hear this. I’ll go back in the hallway until you both have a chance—”
“For Chrissake, shut the fuck up and just tell me what’s goin’ on.” Gorgon grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, while Chloe wrapped the comforter around her and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Tarot is gone. Red and Honey came to find me after they went up to her room to look for her. She was supposed to be on kitchen duty, but no one had seen her since last night. Her stuff is gone, and her car is, too.”
“Who was on the gate?” At least two members or prospects took turns guarding the fenced back lot where they all parked their cars and bikes.
“Paul and Jinn. They said she didn’t say anything, and they figured she was just going shopping or to the doctor or something. She left this morning.”
“Okay,” said Gorgon, running a hand through his hair. “No reason to stop her, really. Did she steal anything?”
“Not that I can tell, but I haven’t looked everywhere yet.”
“Have a few of the prospects help you.”
“At least we’re rid of her.”
“Yeah. Guess she found a place to stay after all.”
Chloe was happy Tarot was gone, too. She hadn’t gotten along with anyone, and Chloe hadn’t forgiven the bitch for making up that shit about Rai having to fuck Donny as part of her job working for him. “Want me to make a new schedule for kitchen duty?” she asked.
“Yeah. I guess you’d better. Have Rai help you with all that stuff from now on, okay?”
After Tannin left, Gorgon pulled her close and held her. “Did you really agree to have kids with me earlier, or did I dream that?”
She laughed, smiling up at him. “If you dreamed it, so did I.”
Her life was perfect right now. Even the knowledge Brad was still out there somewhere couldn’t ruin this moment.
****
Two days later, Chloe was in the kitchen helping Meghan and Connie with lunch, when Gorgon came in, followed by two Lorain County sheriffs. She recognized their uniforms. Gorgon did not look happy. “Got a minute, Chloe?”
“Sure.” Her pulse raced as she followed Gorgon and the two cops to one of the offices.
“These gentlemen have some questions about Brad.”
What the hell? Gorgon’s face was a mask of barely concealed anger. She hadn’t called the cops. Did he suspect she had?
“Miss Dolan, we understand you were in Elyria Memorial roughly one year ago, having sustained a fall down the stairs.”
Holy fuck. How did they know that? “Yes.” She cut her glance toward Gorgon, who still wore the same expression.
“And you listed Brad Harding as your contact.”
Oh. That is why they are here. Thank God. She had to work hard not to breathe a sigh of relief. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“Why is that?”
“I was living with him at the time.”
“And when did you last see him?”
Fuck. “About nine months ago.” His ER records from when he tried to get into the club last year were out there, too. No sense in pretending they didn’t already have them.
One of the sheriffs flipped through a notebook. “That was when he last came onto the property?”
“Yes,” said Gorgon.
“And he ended up in the ER.”
“Yes.”
“Why was that?”
“He fell.”
Chloe swallowed hard. They’d both just lied to the cops.
Gorgon and both sheriffs stared each other down. No one moved. She didn’t think Gorgon even breathed. Sweat broke out along her hairline, but she didn’t wipe it away. She couldn’t let them see how rattled she was.
“Hell of a fall,” one of them finally said.
“I guess so.”
The one who’d spoken turned his gaze toward Chloe. “And that’s the last time you saw him?”
“Yes.”
“Why did you leave him?”
“It wasn’t working out.”
“And that had nothing to do with your … fall?”
“Nope. It wasn’t working out before I fell.”
“And his coming here three months later had nothing to do with it, either?”
“He wanted her back,” said Gorgon. “But she wasn’t interested.”
The other sheriff leaned forward, almost smiling. Good cop…bad cop. “You both know he’s wanted in two states now, correct?”
“That so?” asked Gorgon. “What for?”
“Breaking and entering in Ohio. Possession and DUIs in California. If you know where he is, and don’t tell us, you’re culpable. Though why you’d protect him, considering the history, is a mystery.”
“It would be a mystery to me, too,” said Chloe. “We don’t know where he is.”
She felt Gorgon’s pride in her coming off him in waves, and it gave her courag
e to maintain eye contact with the sheriff. He broke it first, gave his partner a look of frustration, and stood.
His partner flipped a business card toward her. “Call us if you see him, or if you think of anything else that will help us find him.”
“Sure will,” said Gorgon, picking up the card. “Let me show you out.”
Chloe stayed in the office until Gorgon returned. She wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled into his warm, hard body. “Why couldn’t we say he’d been spotted in Lorain?”
“Because Donny’s men spotted him, not us. He has contacts in their office, but I haven’t seen those two before. I don’t want to say anything to people who aren’t involved with Donny.”
“We both lied to them.”
Gorgon shrugged. “So what? At least now we know they’re looking for him.”
“And you know how they found me. From the hospital records.”
“Yeah.”
“You thought someone called them when they showed up, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
She didn’t ask who he suspected, because it struck her she already knew. Rai. “But now you know that didn’t happen.”
“I know it, baby. Don’t you worry, okay? I’ll let Vassago know about this so he can inform Donny.”
****
A week later, Chloe had just begun to make lunch when one of the newer prospects dumped a stack of mail on the counter, with barely a glance at either woman.
Meghan swore under her breath. “They’re supposed to go through it first, not just dump it here.”
“I’ll sort through it,” said Chloe. The prospect’s name was Harry Smith, and he’d been here nearly a month now. Long enough to know Gorgon wanted the mail sorted first, not simply placed in the kitchen.
Gorgon didn’t want anyone to accidentally open something addressed to Donny, or anything confidential. Fifty people lived here, so they received a lot of mail. When she spotted the envelope with Brad’s printing, a gasp escaped before she could stop it.
“You all right?” asked Meghan.
“Yeah. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Sure.”
Gorgon was nowhere to be found. She had hoped he’d return by now, but he and Tannin had gone into town early this morning. Chloe took the note into the church and sat down, debating whether to read it, wait for Gorgon, or simply burn it and pretend it had never arrived.
But what if something in it would help Donny’s men find Brad? And worse, what if Gorgon was upset she’d burned it without letting him read it first? She didn’t want to call him and alarm him over this. He’d be back eventually.
After staring at it for a few more minutes, curiosity got the best of her and she opened it.
You fucking bitch. You called the fucking cops on me? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? If this is how I’m greeted, after I came back for you, all bets are off, Chloe. You’re still the same stupid cunt you always were. I’m still coming back for you, and this time you will NEVER get away from me. NEVER.
Chapter Fourteen
Gorgon would have torn off Harry’s fucking head if not for the fact he didn’t want to have to hide a fucking body. “Were you not in church that day?” he shouted. “The day where I fucking said anything addressed to my old lady comes to me first?”
“Yeah. I heard you, Gorgon. I fucked up.”
“She and Meghan said all you did was dump the mail on the counter.”
“I said I fucked up.”
Gorgon was inches from the man’s face. “You fucked up big time. You’re fucking out of here.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Over fucking mail?”
To hell with this shit. Gorgon wrapped his hands around the man’s throat. Not enough to cut off his air, but so he fucking paid attention. “She’s my old lady. And when I give a fucking order in this MC, it gets carried out.”
He released the man’s throat and cut his gaze toward Tannin and Vassago, who both leaned casually against the wall. “Get this piece of shit out of here.”
“Our pleasure,” said Tannin.
Once Harry was gone, Gorgon went in search of Chloe. She was in his bed, curled up on her side, and it was obvious from her red, puffy eyes that she’d been crying hard. As soon as he entered the room, she rolled off the bed and wrapped her arms around him. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”
“I never told you. And he should have done his fucking job or it wouldn’t have happened.”
“Is he gone?”
“Yeah.”
“What are we going to do? Do Donny’s men know about this note, too?”
“Yes, but they’re here to make sure the Outlaw Dogs don’t fuck with us. Chloe, there are fifty people living in this building, and we have a security system. The fence and gates will be done in a few weeks. He’s not getting on the property, and he’s definitely not getting inside this place.”
“Why the hell is he still wandering around? How the hell can that happen?”
“I don’t know, baby. It’s possible someone else is slipping the notes in our mailbox for him, you know.”
“I suppose so. But why can’t you go and find him?” She might as well have slapped him, but the sudden guilt on her face was worse than the words. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
He pulled her close. “You have nothing to apologize for. If I was out there hunting him down, you’d be here without me. That’s what he wants.” Gorgon released the embrace to cup her face. “Don’t you see that? He wants you scared shitless like this. He’s fucking with you.”
“It’s working, Billy,” she whispered. “The memories … they were gone, and now they’re back. How do I get rid of them? How?”
This was killing him. Gorgon wasn’t used to feeling helpless. “Chloe, I promise you that someone will find this asshole and take him out for good. I love you, Chloe. I will keep you safe. I promise.”
“I love you, too.”
****
As the week wore on, Chloe really missed dancing. She was tired of being on a break and wanted to return to performing, but Gorgon talked her into waiting one more week to give her tat more time to heal. That was the only reason she didn’t push the issue. She was no longer in pain, but knew that getting the ink all sweaty right now wasn’t good for it. One more week would make a huge difference.
On Friday, she and Honey watched Kayla Romanowski rehearse for her debut that evening. Her performing style was kind of disjointed for Chloe’s taste, but Honey thought she was wonderful.
“I wish I could do faster numbers like you two do.”
“Have you tried?” asked Chloe.
“Yeah. I’m not that coordinated.”
“Kayla is a bit out of step at times, but I doubt the customers will notice. Not with her body.”
Honey laughed. “Chloe, no one is in step as much as you are. You elevate this to a fucking art form. We don’t even try to imitate you.”
None of the other dancers had ever told her that. Chloe couldn’t help but be flattered. “You dancing tonight?”
“Yep. Got the jar of honey ready!”
She had her nickname from the first time she’d smeared the goo all over herself and gone on stage, rolling around in it by the end of her set because it dripped off her as she danced. The guys weren’t thrilled with having to clean the stage afterward, but the crowd had loved it. Now, they let her do it, but she had to be the last act of the night.
There was also the story of when she gave five Brothers a blowjob at the same time, using honey as a lubricant. They had all enjoyed that immensely, from what Chloe had heard.
Mastema walked toward the stage, his gaze fixed on Kayla. Honey nudged Chloe with an elbow. “Talk about the thunderbolt,” she said under her breath. “He hasn’t been the same since she came here.”
“Which is really unfortunate for him, because from what I hear, she’s indifferent toward him.”
“Ah, unrequited lust. So fucking sad.”
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p; They both laughed, until Mastema narrowed his eyes in their direction.
“Do you think he heard us?” whispered Honey.
“Doubtful, over the music.” Just the same, Chloe turned to face Honey so Mastema couldn’t read her lips. She had no clue if he possessed that skill, but there was no sense in taking a chance. “But I’m sure he knows Gorgon tells me everything. Where do you think I heard that he wants to fuck Kayla, but she’s not interested?”
“God. He’ll be insufferable until he gets over it.”
“You could take that honey jar and help him do that.”
“I’ve had him. He still wants Kayla.” The two laughed again, and when Chloe glanced over her shoulder, Mastema was once again watching Kayla on stage, with a lovesick puppy expression on his face.
She felt sorry for him. He was a nice guy, and really good-looking, but his prematurely gray hair turned off a lot of the younger sweetbutts and dancers. That made no sense to Chloe. The guy was the same age as Gorgon—thirty-six. They had gone to school together, and had been friends all their lives. Just because a dude’s hair was turning gray didn’t make him unattractive.
Guilt washed over her as she eyed Mastema. She shouldn’t make fun of him. The look on his face was the same one she’d spotted on Gorgon’s when she first came here, and the same one that Tannin still wore around Rai. But the difference there was that she had wanted Gorgon from the start, and Rai had wanted Tannin.
What the fuck was this new chick’s problem? Chloe would talk to Gorgon, and see if there wasn’t something the two of them could do for Mastema. It wasn’t right the poor guy was pining away like this, when Kayla barely gave him a second glance.
****
Sunday afternoon, Gorgon was going over the books for the month of August with Vassago, when Phenex came into the office. “You’re never gonna fucking guess who’s here and wants to meet with you.”
“It better not fucking be Brad.”
“No. Worse. Howler.”
“I thought he was in the joint?”
“He’s out on bail. Says he needs to talk to you.”
“Is anyone with him?”
“No.”
What the fuck did he want? It must be very important, or the guy was ready to quit the MC. Nothing else would send an Outlaw Dog here alone, asking for a meeting. “Tell him I’ll talk to him, but the other officers need to be present.” That ought to ferret out whether this was bullshit or serious business.
