Lies and Illusions

by Avelyn Paige

  Slider climbs on his bike and looks to me.

  “You better call him,” he advises.

  I slip my cell phone from my pocket and dial Raze. He answers on the first ring.

  “Houston, we have a major fucking problem.”

  I fill Raze in, as I mount my bike. The stakes have grown even higher, and the target on the girl’s backs has grown exponentially with the bounty.

  Voodoo’s gaze locks onto mine, as soon as I enter the room.

  “What’s wrong?” I inquire. His face falls instantly.

  “I’m that easy to read, huh? I should probably practice more or get lessons from your brother,” he deflects.

  I walk over to him, settling in beside him on the bed. He leans over and plants a chaste kiss on my lips. When we pull apart, the turmoil swirling inside his blue eyes is clear. The look so clearly not hidden from his face is one that I have seen many times on my old patients. It’s one of guilt and fear. Those two emotions wrapped into one is the recipe for a disaster. Those emotions are also like the Molotov cocktails of serious conversation starters. It’s combining the ominous “We need to talk” sentiment and adding in an extramarital affair or declaration for wanting a divorce.

  “What is it?” I ask him. His hand gently engulfs mine on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

  My mind instantly starts to run the worst-case scenarios of how this conversation is going to go.

  Have The Zezza’s found us? Have they struck again killing another innocent victim? Is Ginny not safe? Are we being asked to leave?

  The possibilities could be all or none of the thoughts flickering in my head like a streetlight about to blow.

  “I went to see one of our informants today.”

  “Oh, that’s why you left without saying goodbye.”

  The ache of his leaving without kissing me this morning hurts just a little less, knowing that it wasn’t intentional, but the relief will be short-lived judging by the look on his face. His brow is creased, and his jaw is set as hard as stone. He’s putting on a brave face for me, and that terrifies me even more.

  “Yeah,” he mutters. “Not exactly how I had planned the morning to start off.”

  “So what did your informant have to say? Are you even supposed to be telling me or are you breaking your club code by doing this?” I offer, trying to bring him back to the topic he started.

  “Raze knows so it’s fine, but I want to warn you,” he says, squeezing my hand again. “This is going to change everything.”

  My heart falls. We are getting kicked out. My brother is going to serve me up to the wolves circling outside to protect himself and his club.

  “Just tell me,” I plea.

  “There’s a bounty on Ginny’s head. A big one.”

  I gasp. My hand grabs at my chest, as my heart thuds. I know what a bounty means, and the kind of people that it brings. Lowlifes for hire looking for a quick cash grab.

  “How much?”

  He hisses and turns his head away, before he mutters a dollar amount that sends my head spiraling. Really? A million dollars for one girl. That’s unimaginable. Crime families usually come with deep pockets, but this was pushing it. Back when my father was alive, the club used to contract out some of the wet work for men just like The Zezza’s. Twenty thousand is the largest number that I heard whispered around the club, when no one thought to censor themselves around me. This is fifty times that.

  “Does she know?”

  “Ratchet is on his way to tell her now.”

  “Her anxiety is going to be off the charts. I need to go to her.”

  I start to get off the bed, but his hand reaches up and grabs me.

  “There’s more.”

  Oh no, this can’t be happening. Please don’t let this be real.

  “How much?”

  “Two hundred thousand.”

  Those three little words send me spiraling to the floor. Silent tears fall down my face like a babbling brook about to flash flood. This can’t be real.

  Why would they want me? What use could I be for their court case?

  Until we came here, I only knew bits and pieces. Not enough to be anything more than circumstantial evidence.

  My chest constricts in what feels like a panic attack. The room begins to spin, as my lungs scream for air. The sensation of vomiting punches me in the gut, before Voodoo’s hands cup my face. His distorted voice calls out to me, trying to center me again.

  “Breathe, baby. Come on, breathe for me.”

  He starts mimicking breaths in and out like one would do with a woman in labor. I begin to mimic his movements back, and after several minutes, the room stops spinning and air begins to fill my lungs again.

  “That’s it. Breathe, beautiful.”

  I sit in silence with him kneeling beside me, cradling my shaking body.

  “I’m going to die, aren’t I?”

  His fingers pull my chin away from his chest and up to his face.

  “You’ll never die, as long as I breathe, Presley. That’s one promise that I will keep, until my last breath.”

  His lips descended on mine in a fevered rush. My chaotic filled mind hushes, and I lean into his deep kiss. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck, as I pull myself into his lap. His rock-hard erection is clear as day through his jeans and my leggings. My pussy feels so fucking good, as I gyrate against it.

  “Presley,” he mutters against my mouth. “We shouldn’t.”

  I pull my mouth from his and smile up at him, as my fingers begin to pull my shirt over my head.

  “You’re upset,” he protests, while his eyes move to my bra-clad chest. Thank God, I picked out a cute bra today. This was definitely not what I had expected to happen when I found him in my room, but I’ll take it. “We don’t have to rush into this, baby. You’re not in the right headspace right now.”

  I smile up at his sincere gesture, but the only thing I want right now is him. The hesitations I had about him have faded away and along with them, Beauregard. I need V more than ever right now.

  “The only head I’m concerned about is the one positioned perfectly between my legs right now,” I purr back at him. Voodoo’s face freezes, as he fights to try to find the right words to say. For the first time since I’ve known him, I’ve stunned him speechless. No jokes. No puns. Just stunned silence.

  “Pussy got your tongue?” I tease him further.

  “You keep talking like that, Presley, and I will be breaking that promise I made to you.”

  “Break it.”

  His hands fall to my waist, as he shifts underneath me. The bulge in his pants hits just the right spot and sends my head back in a moan. His large hand grabs the back of my neck and brings his mouth crashing back to mine. Our mouths are all need. After he’s finished with my lips, he shifts down to my neck. Each kiss and lick are like mini-lightning bolts to my core. He descends further down, before his mouth grazes my nipple through the lace of the bra. His hands join his mouth on my breasts. His teeth lightly bite against the sensitive pebbled nub, before he reaches behind me and slowly unclasps my bra.

  “You like it when I bite you, don’t you?”

  I bite my lip and shake my head in return. The smile on his face as I invite him to put his teeth on me further is deliciously predatory.

  “Show me where you might want me to bite you.”

  My eyes cascade down my body, and I stare at the space between my thighs. He cocks an eyebrow, and in one swift move, he shoves his hands under my ass and lifts me like I’m a feather. His mouth connects with mine again, as he turns us around and places me on my back on the bed.

  His hungry eyes rake over my half naked body that is fully exposed in front of him. The warm heat inside of me turns to a raging inferno of needy greed. I feel small as he stands over me.

  “Please touch me,” I beg him to take action.

  “I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long to rush this, Presley.”

  His large hands fall to
the waist of my leggings. He inches them down first over my right hip then the left. The sensation of his hands on my legs feels so fucking good, as the leggings fall away from my body. The jumbled-up ball of black fabric flies through the air, as he throws them behind him.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, as he kneels between my legs. I jerk, when I feel his rough tongue against my inner thigh. His long fingers brush against the material of my underwear, and I wiggle my pussy closer to him.

  “I knew you had a greedy pussy, baby.”

  “Please, V.”

  “In good time. Quit rushing me, woman.”

  My head falls back again, as his tongue moves higher up my inner thigh. His hot breath tingles against the sensitive mound of flesh between my legs. His face is so close that it’s taking all I have not to squirm closer and bring his mouth against me. The kisses continue to the top of my thigh, before he pulls away, making me groan in disapproval. The licks resume on the other thigh.

  He’s fucking teasing me.

  “Missed a spot,” I gasp out.

  His fingers graze against my panties in retaliation. The sensation of the fabric being pushed aside is nearly too much to bear. He smiles, as the sound of my panties ripping fills the room. They end up in the pile with my leggings. Before I can moan, his mouth is on me. V’s tongue caresses between my lips, and instantly finds my clit. He circles it a few times, before making good on my request. The pain from his teeth lasts only seconds. An intense burst of pleasure shoves the painful sensation aside and takes over. He alternates between precision strokes and gentle bites, building an even more intense fire to the point that I’m about to explode into a billion fiery shards.

  He laughs against my flesh, when I squirm closer and force him harder against my pussy. My orgasm is pulsating at the edge of explosion. He pulls away, just as I’m about to have what feels like the biggest orgasm of my life.

  V smiles from between my legs, knowing that he’s torturing me.

  “The only way you are coming today, baby, is around my dick.”

  I watch from the bed, as his shirt pulls away from his torso in one quick movement. I lick my lips at the sight of his defined abs, perfectly contouring his chest alongside his tattoos. This man is fucking beautiful, and he knows it. He meets my gaze and smiles.

  His hands start for his fly, but I lean forward and grab them.

  “I want to undress you.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He bends down to kiss me, while my hands fall against his hard chest. I let my fingers explore his hardness, before sliding down to the waistband of his dark jeans, popping the button free. He straightens his body up, watching me with hooded eyes, as my fingers gently work his fly against the clearly defined bulge in front of me. The zipper reaches the end, and my mouth drops open in surprise, when I realize that he doesn’t have underwear on.

  I beam up at him, as his hands come to his hips and slide his jeans from his thighs. His length springs from his pelvis, as they fall away. His cock is so much larger than I had imagined. There are women in this world that would be intimidated by the sight in front of me right now, but all I can think about is what his large, wide cock is going to feel like inside of me.

  My fingers grasp the wide base, as I bring my tongue to it. V groans, when I run my tongue up and down his length.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, when I pop the head into my mouth. My fingers move from his length to his hips, pulling him farther into my mouth. Deep throating him would be impossible, but I take him into my mouth as far as I possibly can go without being uncomfortable. Using my tongue, I swirl around the sensitive dip on the underside of his head. I pause then do it again.

  “Presley,” he growls above. “I need to be inside of you.”

  I release his cock from my mouth.

  “I thought you’d never ask, slowpoke,” I tease him.

  “Baby, there will be nothing slow about the poke you’re about to get. The moment that I’m inside of you all of my control will be gone.”

  Holy fucking shit.

  “Condom?” he asks, with a worried look on his face.

  “I’m on the shot. We’re good,” I reassure him.

  “Thank fucking god.”

  Voodoo’s hands reach for me, pulling me off the bed. He turns us both in his large arms, kissing me the entire motion.

  “I want you on top,” he orders me, as he falls backwards on the bed.

  I climb up on the bed, straddling my legs against his muscular hips and positioning his length at my entrance. A deep breath exits my lips, as I lower myself on him. The pressure is so intense. I feel like the farther I lower myself that my body will split into, even with how dripping wet I am. His hands fall to the underside of my thighs. Each inch is a sultry mixture of pain and pleasure, before he’s fully seated inside of me.

  V gives me time to adjust to his length, before he uses my hips to pull out then thrust inside of me.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Fine,” I tell him. “So fucking fine.”

  He smiles, before he thrusts again. This time the pain is almost completely gone, and pleasure soon takes over. The orgasm that was on the cusp of blossoming flares intensely comes to life again, and I know that it won’t take long for him to bring me over the edge. My clit grinds against him, as I take over the rhythm from him.

  “That’s it, baby,” he urges me. “Give that orgasm to me.”

  My ass slaps against his pelvis, as I quicken the pace.

  “Ride me, Presley. Make me come.”

  His words bring my release throttling over the edge. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, as the intense waves of pleasure rocket throughout me. The prickling heat feels like a thousand tiny electric shocks. I grind against him, lengthening my orgasm as his hits.

  “Fuck,” he cries out.

  He thrusts inside of me riding out his own orgasm, until I fall on top of him in a tangled mess of limbs. V sweeps my hair to the side, and pulls me in for a long kiss.

  We lie there for nearly an hour in each other’s arms, before he shifts underneath me. He slides me off to his side and climbs from the bed. I smile, as I watch his perfect ass sway, as he stalks to the bathroom. The toilet flushes, and he reappears from the bathroom and slides back into bed with me. Exhaustion begins to set in, as he pulls me tighter against him, and nuzzles his face into my neck, before soft snores vibrate from his throat.

  Just as my eyes begin to close, I whisper something that I never expected to say to him.

  “I love you.”

  Days pass, after the revelation of the bounty that now haunts us all. It lingers on, like a storm capable of dropping an F5 tornado on us at any time. The tension and mood around the club darkens as every day passes. Many of my brothers already operate with paper-thin hair triggers on a good day, but this was nothing like I had ever experienced before. This wasn’t even comparable on the fucked-up Richter scale to Maj’s Mexican holiday last year. It would be the storm of the century, and no weather report would be able to tell when, where, and how bad the devastation was going to be. The only thing we could do was plan, prepare, and pray that we were going to be able to do our jobs to the best of our ability at a moment’s notice.

  I spent my days with my brothers in Church or chained to my computers trying to pinpoint the location of The Zezza’s stronghold. My pursuits were coming up empty, but I wasn’t going to give up. Not when it was Presley’s life on the line. If I had to outsource it to those little fuckers on the other side of the pond, I’d do it no matter the cost. I’m willing to do anything to keep her safe, including breaking every single cyber law in the country. Time was my enemy, and every second that ticked away with no information was putting her closer to danger. It wouldn’t take long for the bounty hunters to come knocking on our door. We were the largest club network in the entire state, and what better place to look than within our clubhouses.

  My days were spent with my brothers, but the night belon
ged to her. Though the guilt of our first time together being under duress still bothers me, she’s keeping my head above water. Her presence centers me better than any hit of weed. Not that I was a user of the wacky tobaccy. I had just heard things or at least, that’s all I would say if anyone was to ever ask. My teen years weren’t exactly on the up and up, so we’ll just leave it at that. After another unsuccessful night of backdoor hacking, I gave up and sought comfort and solace with Presley. Her body entwined with mine was just what the hot head doc ordered.

  “Good morning,” she whispers to me from my chest, where her head sits nuzzled against me.

  “Morning, beautiful,” I respond back, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

  Her arms slink around my stomach, and her fingers begin to dance along my side. I pretend to jump like she’s tickling me, which sends her into a quiet giggle.

  “That’s one of my favorite sounds.”

  She repeats the motion again, and I pull her face up to mine, giving her a proper good morning kiss. My cock stirs awake and practically yells at me to get him in on the action too. She notices and smiles back up at me with a come and get me grin.

  Her hand slides down to my morning wood and grasps the base of it, twisting upward. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, and she uses it to lube her hand. I prop myself up against the pillows to watch the show my girl is giving me. If every morning started off like this, I would die a very happy man.

  “Fuck, baby,” I growl, as she increases her motion. She kisses down my lower belly, shifting her position as she goes, but never releasing my aching cock from her hand. Presley looks up at me. “I want to taste you.” I have no words. I’m stunned fucking silent, but she already knew I wasn’t going to stop her anyway. She lowers her mouth to the tip, and pops my cock in her mouth. Her tongue traces every vein, as she explores. Her tongue twists in a figure eight around the tip.