by K. Renee
I get silent. "Oh,” is all I can say.
"Cheer up, Case. You'll be back here before you know it."
The door to the hotel opens and Dom walks in, talking on his phone. "You sharing a room?" Gunner asks, anger in his voice. I think he might be jealous.
"Yeah, why?" I ask coyly. I know his mind is probably spinning.
I hear him growl. "He better not fucking touch you."
I smile. "Chill, Gunner. He thinks of me like a little sister." He gets quiet for a moment. I didn't think sharing a room with Dom would matter. "Are you jealous, babe?" I ask, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"Casey…,” he growls.
I try to contain my giggles. "Baby, you should have let me stay with you because then you would get to have me all to yourself."
I hear him huff out before he whispers, “Beauty, I would have if I knew I could keep you protected, but I don't even know where he is or what he's planning. It's better for you to be where you are right now." He sighs and all I want to do it wrap my arms around him.
"I know, Gun,” I whisper.
"As soon as I get you back here, I want your lips wrapped around my cock." That gets me so turned on, a little moan slips from my mouth before I can stop it. "Are you thinking about it, beauty?" he says, lust in his voice.
Dom catches my eye and whispers that he's going go out for a while. I nod my head. “Baby, Dom just left. He'll be gone for a while..."
The phone beeps and I realize he hung up. I’m hurt he just hung up like that. Two seconds later, my phone rings again with a face-time. I see his picture pop up and I can't help but smile. I quickly strip off my sweats and t-shirt so I am only in my bra and panties when I answer. "Fuck, beauty,” he hisses. I smile and run my fingers down my body, stopping at my panties, which I move over a little bit. He growls and moans before telling me where he wants my hand. I spread my legs a little and run my fingertips down to my core.
"Take them off, babe,” he says in a hoarse whisper.
I set the phone on the dresser and prop it up so that he can see. I take a step back and slowly slide my fingers into my panties, pulling them down. I turn to the side a little so he can see exactly what he's missing. I hear a groan and his breath hitches. "Sit on the bed." I drop my panties to the floor and kick them off, then saunter to the bed and sit down with my knees closed. He growls and shakes his head at me. I lick my lips and give him just a peek at my wet pussy.
"Gun, baby, my pussy is so wet just thinking about you," I moan. His breath deepens even more and I can hear him moving around. I reach around and unhook my bra, but hold it to my chest. "Baby, it's your turn to show me something,” I say with a wink.
I watch him unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his jeans. I can imagine licking my way down his solid chest to his delicious abs. I grin and my eyes roam, memorizing every inch of muscle. When I get to his face, I see the smirk. He knows I'm just as affected as he is. I look down to his waist and raise my eyebrow in question. He shakes his head and motions for me to continue, but I don't budge. He will be the one to give in first.
I bite my lip and show him a little peek at my hardened nipple. I watch him adjust himself and I cover it back up. "Casey…,” he warns. I just shrug and turn around, showing him a great view of my ass. "Fuck,” he groans. I bend over the bed and wiggle a bit. I hear him hiss and his belt buckle clanks against the chair. "Lie down just the way you are and reach your fingers down, showing me how you want me to fuck your pussy." Just hearing his dirty talk makes me wetter than I already am.
I lie flat on the bed and let my hand caress down to my needy core. I run my fingers up and down my clit a few times before I dip them into my wet pussy. I gather some of my wetness and swirl it around my clit before dipping two fingers back inside. I ease my fingers in and out of my pussy with a fervor that almost makes it feel like he's here with me. When I look over my shoulder and I see him stroking himself, I feel my walls clamping around my fingers. Watching him jerk off while he watches me finger myself is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen before. Before I know it, my back arches, my vision gets fuzzy, and I moan out Gunner's name.
"Fuck," Gunner grunts out. "You are so fucking sexy, babe. I wish it was your pussy around my cock right now." I thrust my fingers inside myself a few more times before I come, screaming out his name. Holy shit! Fingering myself has never felt so good. "Fuck, Case!" Gunner shouts out and I see his come squirting all over his stomach, his hand still stroking his cock. I sink into the bed totally sated, but missing his embrace.
When we both get our breathing back to normal, I look over at the camera and see Gunner still staring at me, hunger in his eyes. "Gunner…,” I say, right before someone barges into his office.
"Shit,” he mumbles, pulling his jeans back up.
"Sorry, bro. Didn't know you were doing that in here or I…” The guy trails off when he sees Gunner's face.
I giggle and they both turn their attention to me on his phone, which is now on the desk. I cover myself the best I can with my hands. I watch the guy’s mouth open and Gunner growls out, "Get the fuck out."
The guy shakes his head and strides to the door. "Fuck, brother. If I knew she looked like that under those clothes, I would have fought you for her." He smirks, then walks out the door without another glance. I watch Gunner grab a rag off his desk and wipe his stomach off.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him,” he mumbles before buttoning his shirt and picking up his phone.
"Beauty, as much as I love seeing your sexy body, I need you to cover up in case Dom shows back up because I’d have to kill him for seeing you naked." I giggle again and he just shakes his head. "Now, beauty."
I salute him and then sashay my hips as I walk over to my bag. I hear him groan and I bend over just enough so he can see everything. "I'm gonna spank your ass so fucking hard when I see you,” he says with a smirk.
"Promises, promises," I say, pulling on some clothes.
Someone knocks on his office door and he yells for them to come in. "Gunner, I got some info for you,” I hear a shaky voice say, which catches my attention. All the guys in the club are macho and foul-mouthed, but this one isn't.
Gunner forces his attention back to me. "I'll text you later, beauty."
"Okay, Gun,” I say, bending over far enough so he can see down my shirt.
"Fuck,” he whispers hoarsely.
That's what he gets. I blow him a kiss and hit the END CALL button.
Flipping the TV on, I crawl into bed and watch it until I fall asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
"What do you got, Abe?" I ask, pocketing my phone. I watch his movements and something seems off. He hands me a piece of paper with a name, number, and address on it.
Jaron Foster
3548 Miller Court
Lebanon, TN, 37087
I was hoping I never had to hear from this motherfucker again. I dismiss Abe and pull up the browser on my computer. I type in his info and read everything I can on his life. It seems as though he's kept a low profile over the years. I sort of hoped he was rotting away in a jail cell somewhere for what he did to my mom. I pull up his record and see it's clean. I knew Uncle Nick never filed anything on him because we deal with things our own way in the club, but no one else has filed anything against him, either. He must be getting better at covering his tracks.
After a few hours of research, I log out and make my way into the club. The night is wrapping up and there are people everywhere. I watch the floor for a few minutes and see Charlie standing at the door, a look of hatred in his eyes. He knows, and he's lucky I don't beat the fuck out of him for what he's been doing all this time.
My right-hand man walks up to me, looking between Charlie and I. "What's his problem, Gun?" he asks.
"I have a feeling he just found out his pretty little wife left him,” I laugh.
"You mean that pretty little brunette he used to parade in here, then send home while he fucked some whore in the back?" I nod, con
tinuing to scan the room. "Fuck. She really left him?"
"Yeah. The funny thing is…” I pause for a moment when I see someone making their way towards us.
"Hey, boss, I'm gonna send the till with Mike tonight.” my night manager, Zed, says. I nod and he walks away.
"You were saying?" Keith says.
"Those kids aren't even his." He looks at me, his mouth open. "They are actually my second cousin’s." Keith looks at me with a confused expression. "God, man. You’re like a fucking bitch. You thrive on gossip."
He just laughs. "Fuck, yeah!"
"They are Brantley's boys."
He looks at me in shock. "Are you fucking with me?" I shake my head. "When the fuck did he get a piece of that ass? I swear, I tried for months to get that girl to even look at me and she always brushed me off. Fuck, I need to learn his secrets."
Laughing, I slap him on the back. "My cousin has been in love with that girl since she was sixteen. She's the daughter of the mother charter’s Prez. She never cheated on Charlie, either, even though she should have. She was pregnant before they got together.”
He looks over at the fucker and I swear it's almost like Charlie knows we're talking about him. "The other day, Casey saw her with bruises on her face and she told her what he's been doing to her." Turning his attention back to me, I can see the expression on his face and I'm pretty sure Keith is about to go beat his ass.
I grab his shoulder. "It will be taken care of. The club will deal with what he did. You can count on that."
Keith just shakes his head. "If I were Brant, I would have fucking put a bullet in his head before I left.”
I had to agree. Hell, if anyone tries to touch a hair on my beauty’s head, I’ll put a bullet in them. Clapping Keith on the shoulder, I tell him I’m heading home. There’s a certain redhead on my mind and I can’t shake the feeling that something is going to happen.
I pull up to my house, realizing it's eerily quiet. Just the other night, I had more people here than I knew what to do with. My house has always been my escape. No one, other than Brant, has ever been here. I definitely have never let a woman in my bed before. Shit. I need to figure out this thing with Casey before I screw it up.
Before she left, she said she loved me. How the hell can she love me? I haven’t done one thing that could even be considered lovable. I hurt her and I fuck her. That’s it. Maybe there’s more and I’m just too stupid to see it. I walk inside and take a seat on the couch. I know she’s probably hurt I didn’t tell her I loved her. Do I love her? Hell, I don’t know. I know we have this bond that tethers us together.
Hearing something behind me, I start to turn when I feel pain on the side of my head, then everything goes black.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
After the longest car ride ever, we finally make it to Vegas. I can tell Anslie is getting anxious because she can’t sit still and every time I say something, she starts to freak out. She knows her dad is going to be pissed she didn’t tell him about the twins being Brantley’s, but I don’t even think they’ve talked all that much in the last two years. I know we sure as hell didn’t and we lived in the same city.
When we finally pull into the compound, I park and watch Cason come out of the house. Not much has changed since the last time we were here. Part of me missed this adopted family, but as much as I am happy to see everyone, the one person I want to see is miles away and not answering his phone. Maybe I don’t mean anything to him and he’s just saying all the right things to get me to leave.
From a distance, I watch the reunion between Anslie and her family. Even though I’ve known them for years, I still feel like I am intruding.
Watching Cason stare at the twins and come to the same conclusion everyone else has is highly entertaining. I can see the vein in his neck and he looks like he is about to go off on Brant. Even Brant’s dad looks to be in shock. No one here knew about the boys, and she kept it that way for a reason. If they knew, Cason and her brothers would have been coming down to visit all the time. Those boys would be riding Harley's and wearing little biker cuts already. I giggle at that thought. They would definitely be their daddy’s pride and joy then.
I hear Remy and Sev introduce themselves and break the tension. Everyone laughs, and their hearts melt when Cason and Nick play along with them. I say hello to the men who have become my brothers, and we finally get shown where we are staying.
Dom mentioned we are being put on twenty-four hour watch until they can figure out what’s going on with the threat against me, and what Charlie is going to do now that Anslie is gone. I watch Brant usher her and the boys into his room and shut the door.
Dom shakes his head and leads me to one of the extra rooms down at the end of the hall.
“Hey, Dom?” I ask meekly.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he replies, “Yeah?”
“Why did Gunner really send me here? I know he didn't think Charlie would come after me, especially if we were together.” I’m not sure I really want to know the answer. Before I left, he acted like he cared, but I can’t tell what he’s even thinking most of the time.
He sighs. “Case, don’t try to make it out to be something it’s not. He cares about you. Why else would he send you here?”
We stop in the hallway and I look up at him, tears in my eyes. “I don’t know, Dom. He was practically pushing me out the door. He didn’t want me there with him.”
Grabbing my face, he forces me to look at him. “Case, I’ve never seen him act this way with anyone. I’ve known him since we were kids and, trust me, no girl has ever stayed in that house, let alone that bed. He treats his house like a fucking castle. He doesn’t bring hook-ups or whores there. You and Anslie are the only women who have ever stepped foot inside. Doesn’t that tell you something?”
I nod. “Why isn’t he answering his phone then? I haven’t talked to him in two days. What if something’s wrong? What if he doesn’t feel the same anymore? Ugh! What is wrong with me?”
I start to cry and Dom pulls me to his chest. I want to feel comfort, but I don’t. It makes me miss him even more. “I don’t know what to tell you, Case. Maybe he’s busy with the club or Black. He’s got a lot going on, and I’m sure keeping you safe is something he has to make sure is done before bringing you home. Give him some time.” I nod and lean into his body.
I wish my actual family was as supportive as Dom and the rest of the Davoli brothers are, but they aren’t. Hell, I haven’t even talked to them since I left. I doubt my parents even care I’m back or that someone's threatening to hurt me.
Dom shows me to my room. Silently, I go in and shut the door.
During breakfast the next morning, I got a text message.
Sexy Biker: Hey, babe. Sorry I’ve been too busy to talk. Miss you. I’ll make it up to you.
I can’t help the grin that forms on my face every time I read the message. After breakfast, I head up to my room and text him back.
Me: Miss you more. Call me when you get a chance. I want to show you something ;).
Sexy Biker: Send me a picture.
I giggle and try to think about the best angle and picture to send him. Once it’s sent, I wait for a reply, but it doesn't come, so I finish getting ready for the day.
Today, Dom is taking me to visit my parents. I haven’t seen them since I left for college. I’m not even sure they care I’ve been away at college. They haven’t even called to check on me.
“You ready, Case?” Dom asks. I nod and climb up behind him. Wrapping my arms around Dom is weird, but familiar. I’ve been on the back of all the Davoli brothers’ bikes, but never on Gunner’s. We typically go in his car when we go places.
During the ride, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. As soon as we get off the bike, I pull it out and check it.
Sexy Biker: Damn, girl. I’m hard just imagining you riding my cock.
I blush and Dom laughs. “Come on, kid. Let’s get this over with.” I nod and follow him to the front d
oor.
When the door finally opens, I see my mother standing there, looking at Dom like he’s something the cat brought in. “Hello, mother,” I say as nicely as I can.
“Oh, my dear. Come in.” She turns to Dom. “Thank you for bringing my daughter by, but you can go now.” I gasp. I never knew my mom was that much of a bitch.
“No, mom. Dom is staying until I leave. Don’t treat him like he’s beneath you. He and his family have been a better family to me than you or my father have ever been!”
She looks at me with disgust and all I want to do is smack the ugly look off her face. “Fine, Casey. Come in.”
We follow her into the living room. She motions for us to sit on the couch, then sits in the chair furthest away. I swear, sometimes I don't know how I am part of this family. “So, what do you need, Casey?”
I look at her in shock. She really thinks the only reason I’m here is because I need something? This is why I never bother calling. “Mother, I don’t need anything. I just thought I should drop by since I was in town for a little while.”
She looks between Dom and I and shakes her head. “Well, you should have called, dear. I would have gladly had our driver pick you up.”
I look over at Dom, who seems to be ignoring my mom’s rudeness. “It’s no problem to stop by with your daughter, ma’am. She’s like my little sister,” he says with a smile.
I shake my head and smirk. Dom knows how to deal with snobby mothers? I would never have guessed. My mom looks at me with a small smile. “So, you’re not dating this man?” she questions with her standard, stuck-up expression.
“No, mom. I’m not. But I am dating someone else.”
She whips her head in my direction. “You are? Are his parents well-known? Is he a doctor, a lawyer?” I smirk and Dom laughs. My mom looks at us in shock. “He’s…he’s not from a good family?” she asks, looking between us. I shake my head and I swear she almost has a stroke. “Casey, why do you have to do this to us? We gave you everything you could possibly need. Why are you trying to ruin our family’s image? What is wrong with you?” She stands and walks over to me.
