I don't know much about the two women in front of me, only that they are the club girls. The thought alone brings a sinking feeling to my stomach. Raine and Ember have been living at the club for a while now. Quinn and I have only been together a week. Oh God, what if he's slept with these two women? Will I be able to see them daily knowing he's shared a bed with them?
"I know what you're thinking," Raine admits as she comes to sit down next to me while Ember takes a seat in the chair across the table from us.
"Your face does your talking for you," she chuckles softly.
"Ember and I both want you to know Quinn has never shared our beds. Even though technically you two were not together, we always looked at Quinn as if he was yours and you his."
Ember's admission has me in a state of shock, and it's all I can do to keep from staring at her with my mouth gaped open. I knew they had the respect of all the other old ladies and now they have mine. Continuing Raine adds, "despite what society says about women like us, Ember and I are not the kind of women to act catty nor do we have the desire to break up a family or stand in the way of love. Not only are the married, engaged and involved men off limits but so are the men who are clearly in love with another woman. We both could tell from the very first day we entered this clubhouse Quinn was yours. Therefore he became off limits."
"Thank you both for telling me that," I say sincerely. When Ember and Raine are finished with their confession, Bella, Alba, Mila, and Grace walk back into the room. Bella is the first to take me in her arms hugging me.
Standing from the sofa Ember addresses the old ladies. "Raine and I will go entertain the kids while you all catch up. We picked up a few new board games that we promised them we would get and we've been looking forward to playing with them."
Bella gives her a warm smile. "Thanks, ladies, you're lifesavers, and I know the kids will be happy to see you both."
Once Ember and Raine have left the room I look to the girls. "Damn it's hard not to like them." We all burst out laughing. I laugh until my laughter turns into a full-blown sob. "Fuck being with one of these men sure does bring a lot of chaos doesn't it?" I say to no one in particular, but it's Grace who answers. "No, but being with one of us is no picnic either," she chuckles.
"No, I suppose it's not," I agree.
"They're worth it though," Alba adds softly.
"She's right," Mila chimes in. "Sure, the men and their club come with tons of baggage, but so did all of us. Think about it. Think about how Logan stood by Bella and all she went through. Look at what Alba and Gabriel have overcome. Same goes for my fucked-up family and how Reid stood by my side. Then there is Jake. He not once gave up on Grace and how he stood up to her past. If they can be there for us, then we owe it to be there for them."
"Are you having second thoughts about being with Quinn?" Bella asks with concern.
I snap my head in her direction. "God no! I'm just wondering if maybe he's going to start thinking I'm too much trouble. I mean it's because of me the club is having to go on lockdown."
"What are you talking about because of you?"
"You remember the party the club had a while back to celebrate the arrival of the Louisiana chapter?" When all the ladies nod I continue. "You also remember the asshole prospect of theirs, the one who drugged me and tried to force himself on me?" Looking at Bella, I still see the guilt she carries around for what happened that night.
"Yes, I remember," Bella adds.
"Well, that's the guy who's started this fight with the club. He was at Charley's today with another biker. I'm guessing he's hooked up with another club and now he wants revenge on Quinn and The Kings."
Shaking her head, Bella protests, "None of what happened is your fault, and nobody blames you, Em."
"I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to one of you or the guys because of what went down that night," I cry. I don't think I have cried as much in my life as I have today. This whole week has been such a whirlwind. Mine and Quinn's little tug-of-war has finally come full circle. Taking the club to meet my brother who I miss more than anything, the god-awful dinner at my parent's house last weekend, Quinn taking me to his parent's house, him declaring me his, and then the fiasco at Charley's this afternoon. I don't know how much more my emotions can take.
"What the hell? What's wrong, Sunshine?" Quinn's voice booms which causes me to jump.
"She's had a rough day, Quinn. She's allowed a mental breakdown from time to time. Take it easy," Bella fusses, and by the amused look on her face, she's not at all offended by his outburst.
Squatting down in front of me, Quinn rubs the palms of his hands up and down my legs. "Come on, babe, let's go to my room and get you settled, okay?" Nodding in agreement, I stand and allow him to lead me up the stairs towards the back of the clubhouse and down the hall to his room.
"I'm sorry, Quinn. You know me and I'm not usually a mess like this. It's just the past week has been a lot to take in, and my emotions are playing catch up. As Bella said, I needed a good cry. That and I'm exhausted."
"I'm sure you are, baby. The adrenaline from before has worn off. How about a nap?"
Plopping down on his bed I let out a heavy sigh and rub my tired scratchy eyes with my palms. "A nap sounds good."
Striding towards me, Quinn steps between my legs. "Stand up, babe."
I do as he says.
"Shoes off." Once I've toed off my shoes, Quinn goes down to his knees in front of me, unbuttons my jeans and peels them off. "Arms up, baby." Raising my arms above my head, I allow him to pull my t-shirt off. Next, Quinn reaches around and unhooks my bra and tosses it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, then pulls back the blanket on the bed. "Climb in, Sunshine."
Crawling into bed, I let my head hit the pillow, and it smells of Quinn—like pine mixed with the crisp smell of laundry detergent and something else I can't explain. All I know is that he has the most addicting scent and once I breathe him in, my body instantly relaxes. The last thing I remember is Quinn kissing my lips before falling asleep.
chapter Eleven
Quinn
I wake to Emerson safely tucked into my side. Knowing Prez needed us in church again before the start of everyone's day this morning so we can go over what the next steps the club should take against those other bikers, I try to slide my body from the bed without disturbing her. Just as my arm is almost free from under the pillow she has her head on, Emerson wiggles her tight round ass across my morning stiffy.
"Mmm, don't go. Stay a little longer," Emerson rasps. Her needy tone causes my dick to twitch.
I run the palm of my hand over the curve of her hip and pull her closer, pressing my cock against her backside. "How can I say no," I kneed her ass cheek in the palm my hand, "when you wiggle this ass against my cock like that woman." I press my lips against the warmth of her skin and kiss my way across the top of her shoulder, then to the curve of her neck. Stopping there, I breathe her in.
Reaching her hand back, Emerson turns her head, takes a hold of my hair and brings my mouth to hers. Slowly I caress her skin. My hand glides from her hip, past her lower abdomen, and makes contact with her bare pussy. Moving my finger in circles, I begin to manipulate her clit. Laying on her side, with her back to my front, I lift Emerson's leg, opening her up to me. I press the tip of my cock to her entrance, close my eyes, and relish the feel of her tight heat as I slowly sink into her. "Fuck, Sunshine. Your pussy squeezes my cock just right." Bringing her leg back to rest over my hip, I pull out then thrust into her once again.
"Oh god, Quinn," she moans.
"You like that?" I pull out leaving only the tip of my cock inside her for a moment then thrust upwards with so much force the headboard slams against the wall. My hand reaches for hers, and I bring it down helping her stroke her swollen clit beneath our hands. "I wanna watch you touch yourself while I fuck you, Sunshine." Letting go, I watch her take over.
"I'm close, Quinn," Emerson pants.
Pure nee
d for her pleasure—to satisfy her, pumps through my veins. Grabbing her leg under her knee, I lift her leg higher. "Give it to me, Sunshine," I demand of her, Fucking her harder, causing her pussy to flutter before clamping down on my cock sending me over the edge right along with her and we climax together.
Gaining control of our breaths, we lay still for a moment. It doesn't take long for my cock to be thirsty for more and it starts to swell once again. Rolling Emerson under my body, I sink into her pussy. This time I make love to her; slowly taking my time with her already sensitive body. With my lips never leaving hers, I bring her to another release.
After several minutes of holding each other, a relaxed and sated, Emerson's wispy breaths tell me she has fallen asleep. I smile for a moment and watch the hairs that have fallen across her face move with each exhale and I admire the greatest treasure I've ever held. Just as quickly anger bubbles inside me because of the presence of a dirty motherfucker; someone who has had his filthy hands on my woman before; someone who dares call himself a biker—a man. He and a few of his no-good buddies have come to town stirrin' up shit and making threats. With my last breath, I'll protect what is mine.
This time I make it out of bed without waking Emerson. Throwing on some clothes and lacing up my boots, I shrug my cut on, quietly leave the room and head downstairs.
It's no surprise to me either when I make it to church and walk in and find the rest of the men waiting on me.
"Good of you to finally join us," Prez grumps, a little irritated at my lateness.
I can't help but wear a shit eatin' grin as to my reason for being late this morning. I swear I'm in a perpetual state of always sporting a hard-on because of my woman. Looking around the room, I notice my brothers sportin' shit eatin' grins of their own. They know what I was up to. Hell, most of them probably had their fill this morning too. Remembering the look on Prez's face and the fact that we do have more pressing things to deal with I squash my instinct to make a joke and plant my ass in my seat next to Reid and instead offer an apology. "Sorry about that, Prez. I'll try not to let it happen again."
Crackin' a grin of his own, Prez eyeballs me. "Make sure that you don't," He lets out a deep sigh before addressing the room. "I've decided we need to have a sit down with the Satans Reapers. I believe the only way to deal with this is head on straight through the bullshit. I'm not about to beat around the bush with these dickheads."
The rest of us look to one another. All knowing this is the best course of action. The Kings don't back down. Not from anyone.
"I found out they've been camped out in an RV park located on the other side of Flathead," Reid informs us all.
"Alright," Prez turns his attention towards Gabriel who's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. "Gabriel, get the word out that I want a sit down with whoever is calling themselves their leader. I want this to happen today," his finger taps the table top as he barks his order.
"Somethin' tells me these fuckers aren't going away quietly, Prez," Logan scratches the beard he's been sporting for a few months now.
"I smell trouble too," I add. The vibes I get from those grade A assholes are not good ones.
"Quinn," Prez grabs my attention, "Go with Gabriel. For safety reasons," he looks at each of us, "I don't want any brother on the roads alone. We only know of a few that are in town, but we don't know if there may be more. Eyes open and have each other's backs." The gavel cracks against the wooden surface of the table bringing church to a close.
Being on semi-lockdown like we are puts a kink in all our day to day lives. We all have jobs. Club member's kids have school, and when shit like this goes down, it disrupts everything. Knowing all this, I head off Gabriel, asking him to give me thirty minutes to check in on my woman. Knowing he wants to do the same with his family, he gives me a nod, and we go our separate ways. I make my way back up the stairs towards my room. Quietly, I open the door and slip in only to find Emerson up and dressed; her hair still dampened from grabbing a shower while I was gone. She looks up from tying her shoes as the door clicks closed behind me.
"Oh, hey," she smiles.
"You tryin' to go somewhere, Sunshine?" I ask her, cocking my head to the side.
Letting out an exasperated sigh Emerson stands. "I'm needed at the hospital."
I calm myself. Everything in me wants to keep her safe, especially today, but her job is saving lives, and that's one thing I can't change or turn my back on. "I have to take care of club business today, but since I know you need to go, I won't stop you."
Emerson makes her way towards me and wraps her arms around my waist. "Is this something you can't talk about?" she stretches on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine. Tightening my hold on her, I deepen the kiss.
"Not yet. But—" I say after pulling back and looking into her eyes. Her eyebrow raises waiting for me to finish.
"But?" she inquires.
"One of my brothers will take you to work today and hang around."
She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Why?"
"It makes me feel better." I shrug my shoulders but stand firm on the issue, then decide to give in just a little. "I'll make sure he stays outside and out of sight," I finish.
Her full lips lift in a smile that reaches her eyes, and her face lights up causing my heart to skip a beat.
"Good. Thank you, Quinn."
A few minutes later, I make arrangements for Blake to drive Emerson to town and to stick around until she texts or calls stating she is ready to leave. Until we know how this whole meeting is going to play out, I won't risk leaving her vulnerable in any way.
I find Gabriel outside sitting on his bike waiting. "Let's do this, brother," I say as I throw my leg over my bike.
It takes us thirty minutes or so to make it to our destination on the other side of town. Making a left turn, we enter the RV park. Gabriel and I find one of the fuckers sitting on top of a picnic table next to an old Winnebago towards the back of the park in a secluded wooded area. He immediately jumps down, looks around and sticks his hand inside his cut. Gabriel and I slow to a stop but leave our engines running. With Gabriel's focus on the one guy we can see, I scan the area looking for signs there may be others and find none.
"My Prez wants a meeting with your Prez. The abandoned Super Inn motel on the edge of town at six o'clock tonight," Gabriel's voice booms making sure the shithead hears him loud and clear. The guy gets the bold nerve to smirk and try his best to intimidate us by slyly showing his weapon without completely exposing it to a couple of people milling about nearby.
"Message received," are the only words he offers giving us a seething, toothy grin.
If looks could kill the guy would be dead by the way Gabriel is cutting him down with his stare. I ease my bike up a few feet coming in between the two men. I give Gabriel a look, hoping he will let it go; for now. His nostrils flare with rage before looking forward.
The whole exchange takes only a couple minutes. With my eyes trained on the dumbass who has sat back down in the spot he was before, I wait for Gabriel to signal us leaving and fall in behind him until we get on the open road and ride side by side back to the club.
The remainder of the day everyone goes on with business as usual. Prez decided, for now, a complete lockdown wasn't needed. The Reapers haven't posed a threat to anyone other than us men so, there is no need to disrupt lives any further. Being vigilant is a top priority though, and you can bet your sweet ass if they mess with my family they will pay. With their life.
We've had the entire day for adrenaline to course through our veins as we anticipate all the ways this meeting can go down this evening.
All the guys including myself have met up at the shop to have a quick walkthrough of how Prez wants to go into this mess.
"No information has traveled back to me or anyone else to confirm these pussies will show up. Either way, we ride. I want every man to check your weapons. Keep a visual, have each other's backs. Check yourself before walking out that door, men. I k
now we are all worked up over this bullshit, but level heads prevail," Prez finishes retrieving his pistol from the holster on his side, inspects it then places it back into the holster.
We all do as we are told and check. I watch each man hold their weapon of choice. All of us have our favorites, but mine; mine is old school. A Dirty Hairy style revolver. That's how I roll. A .44 Magnum. Nowhere near ideal for concealing, but it belonged to my dad, and it feels good in my hand.
Truth be told. I have a particular bullet—I tap the inside pocket of my cut making sure it's tucked away. This bullet is for the motherfucker that put his hands on my woman. The man who should have eaten the bullet a while back. If ever the situation arises, and I get the chance he'll taste the end of my barrel just before I blow the back of his head off.
Walking out of the building, we make our way to our bikes and mount up. "Alright, brothers let's ride," Prez raises a fist in the air and commands.
I stay vigilant, my eyes scanning every building, every alleyway as we make our way through town. This is my job above all others in this club. To keep every member safe. I take it seriously. Just before reaching the abandoned motel I flag Gabriel, motioning for him to ride ahead with me to scope the area before the rest of our brothers join us.
When we pull up to the run-down building, we both circle the area on our bikes before backing up in front of what used to be the central office of the motel. Leaving our bikes, Gabriel and I clear each room—20 in all, in the single-story building. The only things we find are evidence of hookers, druggies and probably a few homeless people that have been here.
Once we're satisfied the area is secure, I call it in. Ten minutes later the rest of the club rolls in filling the empty atmosphere with sounds of thunder.
No words are exchanged between us as we wait. The sun itself begins to set before hearing the distant sounds of bikes approaching. In my position at the end of the building facing the highway, I count five riders. Quickly making my way back to the group I tell my brothers. Making sure our families were safe I designated Blake and Austin to stay behind to keep eyes and ears open while the rest of us are gone.
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