by Bella Jewel
“You set an innocent man up,” I yell.
“I didn’t fuckin’ do any of that. Howard set the café scene up; Howard shot the other people. He just made it look like Beau did it. The club were then in the cop’s sights. Howard only came in to us when he wanted to plan that ambush. He wanted information; we gave it to him.”
“Then you continued to help him, even when your friend was at risk.”
He runs his hands through his hair. “Fuck, Ash, I never wanted to hurt you.”
“They’re going to catch up with you, Tristan. They’ll figure out Beau is innocent, and you’ll go away for a long time.”
His face flickers with rage and he reaches forward, taking my arm. “They’ll find out fuckin’ nothing. No one is going to believe anyone’s story of corrupt guards. Not when the focus is on Beau, and that fuckin’ club. It’s worked out exactly how we needed it to.”
I shake my head, snatching my arm out of his. “I wish I’d never met you.”
I turn and rush off down the path. He doesn’t try to stop me. I have no doubt he’ll go inside and ring in my location so another bullet can come flying in my direction. I have no doubt they still want me dead, so I don’t spill anything. That’s why it’s lucky for me that Maddox is waiting in an SUV down the road.
I climb in the car and turn to him.
“You get it?” he asks.
I grin. “Oh, I got it. Let’s take these fuckers down.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The recording was enough to have Tristan, Luke, and a police officer arrested. It was also enough, with the combined evidence and Whiskey’s confession, to get Krypt out of prison. A trial will still be carried out, however it looks hopeful for him.
Maddox told me Howard also got arrested, the evidence Maddox left at the ambush scene as well as Claire’s, Santana’s and my confessions, was enough to lock him up, however Maddox said there’s a good chance he will get out. He’s got good connections.
The war isn’t over; it’s merely being put on hold. Howard will be back for his revenge.
For now, though, we’re dealing with the fact that Whiskey is in prison for something he didn’t do. Krypt isn’t taking it that well, drinking himself into oblivion every day. So much so it’s concerning. Penny returned home after everything went down, deciding that staying was just not something she wanted to do.
So that just leaves me.
It’s been three days since Krypt got out of prison. He’s sitting in the old shed, bottle of Jack in his lap, staring at nothing. Every time I’ve tried to talk to him he’s refused to answer, but today I’m not giving him a choice. He will talk to me, because otherwise he’ll kill himself drinking that much.
“Hey,” I say, walking in and sitting beside him.
He stays silent.
“Krypt.” My voice is firm. “You can’t keep doing this.”
He turns and glares at me, his eyes bloodshot.
“You said you wanted me to be your old lady, but if this is how you’re going to react every time something goes wrong, then I’m going to go inside and pack my shit right now. I’m not going to stand here and watch you sink. You either talk to me, or I leave.”
I stand and walk towards the door.
“He fuckin’ took my sentence.” His voice is low and scratchy.
I turn and stare at him. He’s watching me, his eyes pained.
“He’s going to spend time in prison, because he took on my shit.”
“He made that choice, Krypt,” I whisper. “He wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”
“I killed that son-of-a-bitch. It should be me there.”
I walk over, kneeling in front of him. “Then where would I be?” I whisper
His eyes grow even more pained. “You know what he said to me? He said, ‘I’m an old man, boy. I’ve lived my life. I’m tired and I’m sick. I ain’t got nothin’ left to offer. You got a girl, a life, and somethin’ worth fightin’ for. Don’t you fight me on this.’”
My eyes water, because it’s such an amazing thing that Whiskey did for him. “He did it because he loves you, Krypt.”
“Now he’s stuck in a fuckin’ cell!” he bellows, launching the bottle across the room and smashing it on the floor. “I’m goin’ to confess. Can’t live with this.”
He stands, knocking me backwards. He charges for the door.
“Where will that leave me?” I scream. “I love you, Beau Dawson, so where will it leave me if you go away?”
He stops, his body stiff. He turns and stares at me, his eyes wide. I push to my feet, walking over to him slowly.
“Well,” I croak, “what will I do? Whiskey gave you a gift; he didn’t give it to you for you to take it back and throw it in his face. Don’t you understand? Even if you confess, he’s in trouble now too, and both of you will pay. He gave you something because he wanted you to have it. He’s sick, Krypt. He’s only got months left; we both know that. You have an entire life. If you leave me now, what will I do?”
Tears are now thundering down my cheeks. Krypt stares at me, his face torn. “It hurts me, Ash. Fuckin’ hurts me.”
“I know, honey,” I say, stepping closer, and cupping his cheeks. “But he wanted this for you. Don’t shove it back in his face. Give a dying man his last wish.”
He makes a strangled sound as his hands go up and curl around the back of my neck. “You fuckin’ love me?”
“God yes, you stupid fool.”
“And you’ll be my old lady?”
“If you promise to stay with me.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “I promise.”
“Do I get special cuddles now?”
He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, baby.”
I press myself to him, breathing him in. “Make it count, biker.”
“I always fuckin’ do, and baby, I always fuckin’ will.”
I smile, full and warm as I look up at him. I might have hesitated earlier, but that was before I understood what it is these guys really represent. Being an old lady isn’t about being a possession; it’s about being cherished, protected and adored. It’s an honor that I couldn’t see until now.
I was stupid, but I won’t be again.
This biker is mine, and I won’t be letting him go anytime soon.
I’m one lucky girl.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Stop it.” I giggle, rolling onto Krypt.
He grins up at me. “No fuckin’ way. Watching you scream is too good for me to let you go.”
I laugh and shove at his chest. “We’ve fought before, biker. You know how it ends.”
He pulls me close. “Oh, I remember exactly how it ends.”
I roll my eyes and push away from him, jumping off the bed and sashaying across the room and out the door. It’s Maddox’s birthday today, and all the bikers have rallied together to give him an epic party. It’s great, really it is, because it means we can take a moment to forget the shit that’s been going down.
I went back to work for the first time yesterday. Legally, they had to accept me back. After finding out about the corrupt guards, they were more than happy to open their arms to me. It was a good day, and overall it seemed successful. Plus, Claire is home, lapping up the attention Leo is giving her. Seriously, those two need to get in on.
“Hit me with a tequila,” I say, stopping at the bar and smiling over at CJ, the bar attendant for the night.
“Lemon?”
“You know it.”
He pours me a shot, slides the salt, and then passes me a lemon. I’m about to take it, when Maddox appears beside me. He grins at me, and I can’t help but smile back. We’ve grown a certain respect between us since everything went down, I guess he figured out I wasn’t going to hurt Krypt.
He takes the saltshaker and pours the salt on the little gap between his thumb and pointer finger, then he flashes me a grin. “You have to do it. It’s my birthday.”
I laugh and lean down, closing my mouth over his hand. He shudders as I lick t
he salt off his skin. Then I take the shot, throwing it back before sucking the lemon into my mouth.
“Again,” he growls.
I do it again, and again, until I’ve downed four shots. My head swims by the time I wave my hand to stop.
“You’re such a pervert,” I slur, shoving his chest.
He snorts. “It’s my birthday.”
“So you keep telling me.”
Krypt appears behind me then, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Fuck off, Maddox. Birthday or not, you’re not sharin’ my woman.”
Maddox grins, baring his teeth in a way that seems almost feral. “You fuckin’ love it as much as I do, Krypt. Don’t go denying you wouldn’t like to fuck her with me.”
My cheeks flush. “Whoa, boys, calm down.”
Maddox winks at me. “Last chance to have a try before this bastard gets too serious.”
Krypt laughs. “She ain’t interested, bro.”
“Aren’t I?” I mumble, turning to face Krypt.
His eyes widen. “Didn’t think it was your thing?”
“My thing,” I snort. “Krypt, was it your hand in my pussy and my palm on your cock the other week while we watched Maddox get his dick sucked?”
Krypt grins. I flash him a sultry look and disappear. Talk about making them pant for it.
~*~*~*~
I keep drinking. The night goes on, and gets louder and more boisterous with each passing hour.
“Hey!” Santana cries, dropping down beside me.
“Hey you.” I grin, blinking through my drunken haze.
“Maddox throws a wild party.”
“He does,” I agree.
“So, I went out with Alec.”
I turn to her, eyes wide. “You did?”
She flushes and nods. “It was amazing, Ash. He even kissed me at the end.”
I grin, happy for her. “Are you going to tell Maddox about him?”
She shrugs. “Maddox doesn’t care what I do.”
“Sure about that?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure. Besides, it would never work. Alec is good for me.”
I beam. “How was the kiss?”
She sighs and drops back. “Soooo good!”
I laugh. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Oh, I can’t wait either. You’ll love him.”
I grin. “Dance with me.”
We get up and make a spot on the dance floor, wiggling about until our heads spin. I stumble to the bar for another drink before glancing around for Krypt. I can’t find him, so I disappear down the hall. He isn’t in any of the rooms that he usually occupies.
I know Krypt has a house, but he spends a whole lot of time here. More than he does at home, which is strange. I wonder when I’ll see his home. I’m pondering this when I step into Maddox’s office. Krypt and him are laughing about something, but stop when they see me.
“Boys,” I purr.
I walk over to Krypt, taking his jacket in my hands and pulling him down for a kiss. He growls and returns it with full force. When I pull back, I’m panting. Damn, I should drink more often.
“Where’s my fuckin’ kiss? It’s my birthday.” Maddox chuckles from beside me.
“I’m not allowed to kiss you. I’m taken.” I grin, turning to face him.
“But it’s my fuckin’ birthday.”
Krypt laughs. It’s clear he’s under the weather too. In fact, I’d safely say we all are.
“Give him a kiss, baby. Make him see what he’s fuckin’ missing.”
I turn to Krypt. “My kisses are all for you.”
His eyes grow lusty and he stares down at me. “I know they are, but babe, I’m not goin’ to lie and say it won’t turn me on to see you and him kissin’ . . . especially if my hand is in your pants.”
My mouth drops open. “I thought you were all possessive and psycho?”
His grin widens. “Oh babe, I am, but fuck . . . there ain’t nothin’ more erotic than sharin’ a woman once in a while.”
I pout.
He leans down. “You’ll always be mine, and when we make that official no one, and I mean no one will touch you.”
“But right now we’re not official, is that it?” I frown.
“Babe, when we’re official you’ll be on the back of my bike, my ring on your finger, and my baby in your belly.”
Oh boy. “And will that be soon?”
“Fuckin’ aye.”
“So tonight we’re just going to,” I give Maddox a sideways glance, “fuck Maddox?”
He chuckles. “Only if you’re up for it.”
“Just once?”
“I ain’t gonna be able to share you more than once, so yeah.”
“You’re not going to ask for the favor to be returned and make me watch you fuck another woman, are you? Because I’m telling you right now, that will never happen.”
His smile widens, big and beautiful. “Makes me so fuckin’ proud that you love me like that. And no, I won’t ask to return the favor. I want to see you gettin’ fucked by two cocks, not the other way around.”
I flush. “I, ah . . .”
“Don’t dance around it,” Maddox growls. “You want us to fuck you, we will. If not, I’m goin’ to find some pussy, because I fuckin’ need it.”
I stare up at Krypt. “Are you sure about this?”
He takes my shoulders, spinning me around. He pulls my hands behind my back. “Oh yeah baby, I’m fuckin’ sure.”
I don’t question Krypt’s need to see me jammed between him and another man. He’s obviously secure in our relationship because he doesn’t seem worried I’ll fall for Maddox and run off. Personally, I don’t understand how Krypt can share, but I know it’s a fetish of his. Who am I to complain?
Maddox steps forward, closing the space between us. His hand goes around the back of my neck as he makes eye contact with Krypt. Something flashes between them—an understanding. They’ve done this before, only this time Krypt is making it known that I’m his, and it’ll be him that walks away with me on his arm.
Maddox leans down, and his lips graze over my neck. I shudder; I can’t help it. Fuck, just the thought of having both of their hands on me is enough to make me go wild, let alone the fact that they’re going to fuck me like that. Krypt’s hands slide over my breast, squeezing softly as Maddox moves his face up closer to mine.
Our eyes meet, and he gives me a sexy smile before he brings his lips down onto mine.
Shit, Maddox kisses well. His tongue moves with a firm yet gentle stroke. His body is hard against me, his hands rough on my skin as he slides them under my shirt. Krypt releases my breasts, grinding his cock against my ass as he slips his finger into my jeans.
“Oh God,” I mewl, jerking my mouth away from Maddox’s scorching kiss. “Krypt.”
Both men make an appreciative sound as Krypt finds my clit, stroking over it with firm flicks of his finger. Maddox’s fingers reach my bra, and he jerks it up, releasing my breasts. He palms them roughly, the friction causing my nipples to turn into two tiny, sensitive peaks. I whimper as his head lowers and he captures one with his mouth. My shirt still bunched up above them.
Krypt keeps up the torture on my pussy, stroking and massaging it with almost lazy intent. Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed. Two hard bodies against me, two sets of hands, and two mouths on my body; me making a massive decision to fuck two men. Will this make me a whore? My mind spins from alcohol consumption, and I fear I’m making a spur of the moment decision here.
“Stop thinkin’, babe,” Krypt murmurs, as if reading my thoughts. “You just stiffened.”
“I just” —Maddox sucks my nipple—“oh, God. I just . . . am I a whore?”
“No fuckin’ way. Plenty of couples do this, even the married ones.”
Maddox sucks again.
“Oh God.”
“Give in to it,” Krypt growls into my ear. “Come for me.”
He’s pinching my clit, rolling it around in his fingers. My knees buckle
and Maddox’s arm goes around my waist as if he knows I’m about to fall. I come hard, crying out Krypt’s name as my knees go weak. Then suddenly I’m on the bed, two hard bodies dropping down beside me.
They make light work of my clothes and theirs.
Naked. Oh my God, naked.
I stare at them in pure shock. They are so fucking beautiful. Maddox is bigger than Krypt—his body is just so huge—but Krypt has those gorgeous, defined muscles that make you want to lick him. Maddox’s arms are a little scary, thick biceps of tight muscle. His abs are equally as tight.
Eeek.
Krypt shoves my body back onto the bed, not even flinching at Maddox’s presence. By the way they move, it’s even clearer to me that this is definitely not a first for them. I watch through lusty eyes as Krypt moves down the bed, spreading my legs and lowering his mouth into my wet, aching flesh.
Maddox rolls his big chest, pressing it against mine. He captures my lips again, kissing me into oblivion as Krypt licks my pussy like it’s a delicious ice cream. I moan into Maddox’s mouth, arcing and thrashing as Krypt devours me.
“Oh God,” I pant. “Krypt.”
“Touch my cock, baby. Show me how much you love his mouth on your pussy,” Maddox growls.
I reach out, curling my fingers around his throbbing length. He’s big, like, super thick and long. A little concerning. I stroke softly, wringing a groan from his lips as he kisses me again. Together like this, our bodies all joined, makes my entire world spin. Krypt has his mouth on me; I have my hand on Maddox.
“Fuck, so good,” Maddox growls.
“Krypt,” I whimper.
I come against Krypt’s mouth, screaming out a mixture of their names as my body convulses. Then Krypt is sliding up my body, trailing wet kisses up my belly until he reaches my mouth. By this time Maddox has moved, and is standing by the bed. Doing what, I don’t know. Krypt plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me until I can’t breath, sharing my taste with me.
Then he pulls back, staring down at me, his expression warm and loving. “Changed my mind,” he rasps, turning to Maddox. “You ain’t fuckin’ her. She can suck your dick, but her pussy is mine.”
Maddox shrugs, his big hand moving over his cock.
