Cold shoves the file in front of the sheriff. “In this file is proof for motive why Miller hurt my father. I have no doubts, my father didn’t fall down those stairs, Miller is involved.”
“Those are some serious accusations,” the sheriff states and opens the file.
He silently flips through all the papers and takes his time to read every page. When I’ve finished my muffin, he looks up and glances from me to Cold.
Closing the file, he places his finger on it. “I can see your point. Do you have anything planned or did you act already?”
Cold snorts. “Would I be showing you this shit if I would take matters into my own hands?”
“You have another point there. But I had to ask because when I drove by Miller’s place this morning, I noticed it was empty with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard.”
“You fucking kidding me?” Cold snaps.
“Nope. I radioed one of my deputies because he’s a friend of Millers. He told me Miller was heading to California, something about being sick of the snow and Christmas all year round.” The sheriff taps on the file lying on the table. “Thanks for showing me this. I can tell by your reaction you didn’t know about Miller running out of town. And I’d say the load of cash he stole from your father gave him a good head start. I presume your father wants to press charges?”
Cold shrugs. “That’s up to my father. Miller handled the books so my father could concentrate on his passion: fixing bikes. It’s also why he hired Alvin years ago, ’cause Alvin fixes the cars so he doesn’t have to. Everyone has their own specialty, whatever. It’s the damn reason the fucker could go on for quite some time. I just picked up the details and wanted to talk to my dad. So, here we are.”
“Want me to join you? Come by later? I know your father isn’t mobile right now–”
Shaking his head Cold says, “We have your number. I’ll talk it through and leave it to him.”
The sheriff nods thoughtfully. “Okay. Thanks. Well, if there’s anything else I can do, let me know.” His eyes land on mine. “Joycelyn. Cold. Enjoy your day.”
The sheriff stands and grabs the chair to put it back at the other table before he stalks out. I stay silent, just like I did through the whole conversation. Cold gets up and pulls me to my feet. Without any words we leave the diner and stalk back into the clubhouse.
Bowie looks up from behind the bar. He gives Cold a chin lift and me a smile. I manage to shoot one in return right when we slip around the corner. Cold opens a door and before I can process where we are, my body is caged between a wall and Cold’s body.
“I’m clean, you?” he grunts in a guttural tone.
Clean? Confusion hits me and I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “I took a shower this morning.”
Cold snorts. “I’m talking about my dick inside you. Are we good to fuck bare? You’re on the pill, right?”
“Oh.” I can feel my cheeks heat and I can’t believe what I just said.
I mean, I’m not a virgin but it’s been awhile since I’ve had sex. Needless to say, I’ve never had an encounter with a man like Cold; blunt and straight to the point.
“Joycelyn.” The man can hotwire my clit with just my name falling from his lips.
Lips I know he can use to kiss me very thoroughly. It makes me wonder how it would feel when he’s kissing me between my legs. The mere thought makes my pussy soften to get ready for his touch.
“Babe,” he croaks. “You gotta answer me because the way you’re looking at me? I don’t think either of us will last long enough to find a condom.”
“Clean. Pill. All covered. No need to cover...dammit. Just kiss me already. Mouth, pussy. Please start with my pussy or my mouth because I need to shut up now.” I groan and close my eyes, feeling my cheeks flame up once again.
A gasp rips from me when I’m flying, my body bounces on the bed the next moment as I open my eyes and collide with Cold’s lust filled gaze hovering above me. His fingers are pulling at my pants, coming to a stop at my boots.
A frustrated growl rumbles from him. He slides down to fumble with my boots until I’m naked from the waist down. I quickly lean up and rip off my sweater, reaching behind me to deal with my bra and throw both off the bed.
Cold’s hands slide over my knees, pushing them apart. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, watching his face inch closer while he keeps staring at me. His hot breath is scorching my center and I want to lift my ass off the bed to shove my pussy into his face but there’s no need.
My head falls back when he flattens his tongue and slowly licks from ass to clit. Holy. Shit. That felt good. A low moan flows straight from my lungs. His fingers grip my hips in a way I know there will be bruising but I can’t seem to care when I’m in Cold’s arms. He’s lighting my body up like a million stars on a dark night.
He literally growls against my pussy, vibrations firing through my veins like electricity. His teeth graze my clit while he sucks and spears my pussy with his tongue. So many sensations; this man knows how to rip an orgasm from my body in the most delicious of ways.
There is no holding back–not for him, not for me–we’re both equal in demand and need. My hands slide over his head to keep his head pinned but it’s only a fraction of a second. His mouth leaves my pussy–hands leaving my thighs–while he grabs my wrists in one hand.
His eyes keep me hostage. The fingers of his other hand sliding through the lips of my pussy. “You want to come on my tongue?”
How can he ask me that question? My body can barely function, pumping the air in and out my lungs to keep up with my raging heart.
“Please,” I manage to whisper.
The hand playing with my pussy slips down, one of his fingers grazes my back entrance. My hips shoot off the bed. His laughter rumbles with desire. My eyes go wide, watching him lean forward to flip my clit with his tongue. The sensitivity enhances my need.
He squeezes my wrists. “Keep them there,” he orders in a rough demand.
He doesn’t back off, it’s as if all boundaries have fallen away. He starts to pump two fingers inside my pussy and captures me by surprise again as he simultaneously slides his finger inside my ass. At this point all brain activity fails while my body surrenders to the orgasm he rips from my body.
I’m gasping for my next breath, pussy still rippling as I keep floating on a cloud of pleasure. The faint sound of a zipper fills the air before I feel his hot, blunt dick nudge my entrance sliding through the lips of my pussy to coat himself with my wetness.
My heart jumps when he taps my clit–sensitive from my orgasm–with his dick. Glancing down my throat goes dry and the whole sexual attraction hits overdrive when I’m staring at Cold’s dick. It’s not only huge, it’s massive. Massive and complemented with freaking jewelry.
“Your little head is pierced?” I all but whisper squeak.
He lines himself up at the same time he lowers himself on top of me, balancing on one hand right next to my body.
“Cold,” I scream when he thrusts his hips forward in one hard stroke and fills me completely.
Captured by the bite of pain mixed with pleasure, I find the strength to glance at the man hovering above me. His eyes are closed and I’ve never seen his features washed with serenity. A soft word slides over his lips and it takes my foggy brain a second to process until I realize he said the word “Home.”
He slowly pulls out but slides right back, eyes connect with mine, a smirk slides in place. “You won’t be calling my cock little head again, right, babe?”
“I’ll scream it if you don’t stop talking,” I gasp when I shift my hips, catching me by surprise when his piercing hits a spot deep inside me.
His hands capture my wrists, guiding them above my head, pinning me down for leverage as his thrusts start to pick up speed. One of his hands is cupping my breast. Kneading as he leans down to catch my other nipple with his mouth.
His grunts and scent wrap around me while I meet each and every one of his thru
sts. Tingles start to burn low in my belly and when he rolls my other nipple between his fingers while biting down on the other, I’m done for.
“Cooooooold,” I scream and tumble into a whirl of pleasure.
I feel Cold grip my hips in a punishing grip as he pumps in and out a few more times to seek his own pleasure. His dick thickens a fraction more before hot jets spurt deep inside me.
My name falls from his lips in a twist of adoration and awe and I watch this man’s body filled with strength and tattoos surrender to the pleasure he found through my body connected with his.
And I suddenly realize he not only threw me in a sea of pleasure only mere minutes ago…no…he also made me fall for him, throwing my heart into his hands along with it.
CHAPTER NINE
One week before Christmas
– KILLJOY –
“You should call your old lady and take back what you said about her having free range to decorate the clubhouse,” Bowie grumbles when he steps out of the truck.
I slam the door shut and meet him at the front of the truck while we both head for the motel room Stone asked us to meet in.
“No can do. She needs her head occupied. Especially when we’re out of town doing something I don’t want her involved in.”
Bowie shakes his head. “Good thing Otis is helping because Reed is ready to tie your woman up and keep her safe till you come back.”
My steps falter and I come to a stop to confront my VP. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Bowie holds his hands up in the air, palms up. “I’m just translating what I know through the texts Reeds is sending me.”
“Give me your damn phone.” Anger spikes and I hold out my hand.
Bowie hands it over. I thumb through the messages and feel the anger deflate.
I hand it back to him and chuckle. “Let her torture them. She promised not to go overboard and it’s just for a few days.”
It’s a week before Christmas. When I told Joycelyn this morning I had to go out of town for a few hours, she asked me if she could hang a few things up at the clubhouse. Christmas shit because in her opinion you can’t go completely naked in this town.
I know what she did with my father’s house and when I confronted her about it and the reason why, she didn’t stop. She kept sneaking things inside to spread a Christmas theme in and around the house.
Yesterday my father remarked how nice it was to have a hint of Christmas in his home. Through the years he’s grieved enough and maybe it’s time to embrace what my mother once loved for the both of us. The sadness and anger needs to be replaced by fond memories to keep her alive in our hearts.
Sappy shit Joycelyn mentioned days ago and it’s still flowing through my head ever since. She’s right. And deep down I know it too since it was partly the reason why I moved back here, next to being close to my father.
The reminder of getting that call from the hospital is still vivid in my head. What if it had been another call? I’m damn thankful he’s still alive. Yeah, all the more reason why I talked to Stone about moving to Mistletoe Montana indefinitely and starting a new Trigger Pull MC chapter.
Things have finally settled down and with Joycelyn in our lives everything seems to slide in place. Most definitely all the Christmas stuff. And if it doesn’t, Joycelyn will make sure it happens. Hell, she even managed to make my father and myself less grumpy.
“You gonna kill the fucker?” Bowie questions, ripping me from my thoughts.
Right. The reason why I had to leave town and drive for hours to get to this bumb-fuck town.
“Dunno yet,” I tell him in all honesty. “Depends if the fucker blew through all the money and where my mind is when I see the asshole. Besides, who knows what will happen to the fucker when we walk out of that hotel room. Stone is the one responsible for getting him and cutting him loose.”
The day the sheriff mentioned Miller left town and headed for California was the day I made a call to Stone. I know my father asked me to leave it alone, and he’s right because I’m not gonna fuck up my chances for him, the club, and my old lady. But that doesn’t mean I can allow him to slither away with my father’s cash, even if my dad has enough to retire.
A door swings open and Jace, the VP of the California chapter, lets us inside. Once inside the room I notice another man, Dreamer–also part of the California chapter–and Stone. Miller is strapped to a chair in the middle of the room.
“Stone,” I grunt and shake his hand, giving his shoulder a slap before letting go. “Good to see you, man. Thanks for your help.”
“All good. Besides, it wasn’t a hardship.” A sly smile spreads his face. “This idiot was easy to find. We paid him a visit and he peed his pants on the damn spot. Didn’t even have to twist his hand. He transferred the money back into your father’s company account in the blink of an eye.”
“Nice.” My eyes find Miller. “I see you’ve left him in one piece.”
Fear crashes through Miller’s gaze and he tries to speak but his mouth is taped shut.
I close the distance and without thinking my fist connects with his eye. “I don’t want to hear your lies, asshole.”
Glancing around the room I search for something to hit the fucker with.
Dreamer steps forward. “Looking for this?”
He hands me a tire iron.
“Yeah, thanks.” I feel the weight of it in my hand and know exactly what I have planned for this asshole.
Letting the tire iron cut through the air, it impacts with his shin and there’s a lovely sound of breaking bones.
“That’s one,” I growl and brace to swing again, this time going for his arm. “That’s two. And since I feel gifty, you know, holiday spirit and all, I’ve decided to give you a little bonus as a reminder not to fuck with me, my family, or my fucking town.”
A grunt rips from me when I break his other arm. Handing the tire iron back to Dreamer, I tell him, “Thanks.”
“Always. And, hey, you gave it back squeaky clean…wasn’t expecting that,” he replies.
“Not everything has to end bloody, involving tarps, shovels, and maggots,” Stone remarks, pinning Miller with his gaze. “I don’t have to explain about the fact that you need to keep your mouth shut, do I?”
Miller whimpers and frantically shakes his head.
“Good,” I grunt. “Because we will come after you. You might know where to find me but we have brothers all over the damn country to rip you apart if you so much as spill one fucking word about what happened today, hear me?”
Now his head is bobbing as if it’s about to fall off any damn moment.
“You’re done. I’m done. Money is back and we’re even with the shit you pulled with my father, pushing him down the fucking stairs.” I pull my hand back and plant my fist in his other eye at the reminder of this fuck hurting my father.
I’m about to pound his face some more when Bowie grabs my shoulder. “Keep the man breathing or we have to spend more time in this shithole. I’m not in the mood to dig a hole and bury his body.”
Miller whimpers again and is glancing around the room with pleading looks.
“Yeah,” I state, dragging the word out. “The asshole isn’t worth it. I have an old lady to get back to. One who is decorating the clubhouse with Christmas shit so I hope to fuck Santa himself didn’t puke up the whole place.”
Stone’s head falls back and he barks out a laugh while Dreamer groans, “Fuck. Tell us about it. Our old ladies started decorating the moment Halloween was over.”
A grin spreads across my face. Though their old ladies might hold back all year and dive right in after Halloween, my woman is enthralled all year round.
That reminds me. “You should check out my woman’s web shop. She has two. You know, the whole naughty and nice thing. And I mean you should check out the naughty one.”
I grab my phone and text him the link. Stone grabs his phone and taps the screen a few times before yet again his head tips back due to
laughter. He holds his phone to show Jace and Dreamer. Jace snatches the phone from him and scrolls through some of the items.
“I gotta order some shit. Damn these panties are hot, look.” He shows Dreamer who nods in agreement.
Jace thumbs Stone’s phone some more before he hands it back and tells me with a grin. “I texted myself the link. Thanks, man. Christmas is gonna be hot this year.”
We talk for a few minutes more before we head out, leaving the California chapter to handle Miller. Pretty sure they’re going to remind him some more about his one and only shot left to live before they drop his ass somewhere neither of us care about.
Bowie and I jump in the truck. With the hours of traveling ahead of us I wonder how it’s going back at the clubhouse.
I turn my head toward Bowie for a moment before focusing on the road in front of us. “Did you get any more updates from either Reed or Otis?”
Bowie grabs his phone. “Just one from Reed, telling us not to hurry back.”
“What the fuck?” I grumble.
“Hell if I know.”
I push a few buttons and hear my woman’s voice flow through the speakers. “Hey, everything okay?”
“Yeah, you?” I question. “Are they giving you any shit because I gave them direct orders?”
“They’re amazing,” she gushes.
Bowie and I collide our gazes and Bowie mouths, “Amazing?”
I have to focus on driving but it does make me wonder, “Are you sure you’re talking about Otis and Reed? Or did some of the other guys arrive to help out?”
“No, no, it’s just Reed and Otis. They were hungry so I went out to get some stuff and fixed them dinner. I promised to make them a pie later and they became very helpful.”
Bowie snickers. “Figures,” he mutters and speaks up. “Hey Joycelyn. Mind saving me a piece of pie? We’ll be home in a few hours, if you need some more hands, I’d be happy to help.”
“That’s so sweet,” my woman replies and I roll my eyes at my annoying VP who grins his ass off.
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