by Debra Kayn
Kurt would contact Lee if he had to ride to California himself and talk to him face to face. Uneasiness settled down on him. Something was missing.
"That leaves the suspicions of Los Li running the head honchos of Meghoni Mining. Why?" he asked.
"They have silver shipments leaving the area. Maybe they're using them to transport drugs." Rain hesitated and looked Kurt in the eyes. "Or it could be personal, and it’s a cover to infiltrate Federal and get Bantorus MC out of the area. In that case, you're sitting in the middle of a war."
Kurt sat back in the chair. "We'll ride tight and stay in teams. It's too soon to send out an alarm."
Rain smacked his hand flat to the table in emphasis, and Kurt wondered if the habit came from years of sitting at the head and knowing the responsibility of the club, of the family, of their lifestyle was at risk. Kurt gazed at his men. "Any questions?"
Ink, German, Remmy, Sawyer, Stripper, Cutter, Muff, Tim, and Crain shook their heads. Glad to see they were taking the talk serious, he fisted his hand, thumped the table, and said, "Dismissed."
The first riders stepped away from the table, but his dad walked around and approached him. "Good meeting, son."
He lifted his chin. "I'll be getting ahold of Lee."
"Expected that you would. I'll let you know when we ride to California and give you a heads up." Slade paused. "Not the best time for you to leave Federal, so give me a few days to line things up, and I'll let you know what's happening from our end."
"Right," he said.
"Hey, Kurt." Raul stepped away from the group. "Are you still picking up the gloves?"
He rolled the tension out of his shoulders. Despite his agitation over the news that Los Li posed an immediate threat, fighting was one thing he was confident in. "Got a ring downstairs. I'm always game if I can find an opponent."
The other members turned toward Ink. Kurt crossed his arms and waited.
Ink groaned. "God dammit. Why does everyone pit me against the prez?"
"Come on, bro. What are a couple rounds in the ring for fun going to hurt? Let's give the others something to take home with them," Kurt cajoled.
"Fuck." Ink slapped his hand on his opposite shoulder and rotated his arm. "I know I'm going to regret this."
"Two hours, downstairs. Then we'll see everyone off." Kurt backed out of the room. "In the meantime, I don't expect to see any of you."
Catcalls filled the room as the door shut. Kurt walked out to the main room, spotted Risa, and headed toward her. She sat on the couch talking with the women. More relaxed than he'd ever seen her, she turned when he was halfway to her as if sensing him in the room.
He wanted her again.
Risa spoke to the others while standing and then walked toward him. Her gaze serious, he could almost feel her pulse radiating in the room. The moment he was close, he hooked her neck, swept her up to her toes, and kissed her.
The high emotions, whether the feelings came from the first official meeting or the excitement of Risa accepting his lifestyle, he was hard as a rock and the only thing on his mind was claiming his woman.
He pulled back, and said against her lips, "You with me?"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly.
He picked her up. The bedroom was too far away, so he marched down the hallway, back into the meeting room.
"Get out," he said to the members hanging out in the room.
Everyone filed out. He kicked the door shut and reached for Risa. The most important thing at this second was to get Risa out of her clothes.
"Wait." Risa stood in front of him, shaking her head.
He pulled himself up short. "Angel?"
She slowly kneeled in front of him. The pulse of his blood rushing through his veins along with Risa's aroused gaze left him feeling like the luckiest man on earth.
"For reasons I can't tell you. I think this is what you need," she said, gazing up into his eyes.
Her fingers worked on his belt. He widened his stance, letting her unzip and pull his jeans down to his hips. The erotic sight of Risa in front of him, turned on from the act of taking control was almost too much. His balls tightened and her breath caressed his hardness.
Risa gently wrapped her hand around the base of his thickness, each slim finger applying sweet pressure. His forehead heated and he stripped off his vest, his T-shirt and tossed them to the table.
"I've never done this." She laughed softly. "You probably think that's funny, but I've never wanted to do this before, and for some reason after last night and seeing you walk out of your meeting all jacked up and looking badass, it's the only thing I want to do."
Killing.
Him.
Now.
"Angel..." He sucked in his breath and even that movement pleased him deep in his soul. "You...Jesus, that's not something I hear every day."
"I hope not." She grinned, surprising the hell out of him with her teasing.
Risa leaned forward. His cock, too fucking happy with her mouth near it, bobbed out of range. Risa pulled back and eyed his dick in concentration. The puzzled expression on her face would've been hilarious if he wasn't fighting back from grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her closer and sticking his cock deep in her mouth.
Her grip tightened. His knees shook. He wasn't going to hold out very long if she kept looking at his cock as if she was going to suck him dry when she finally got ahold of him.
She inched forward on her knees, her tight round ass arched out. He growled, wondering if he had time to lay her on the table and get a taste of her before she blew him off.
Instead, she took the decision away from him, and circled her lips around the head of his erection. Holy mother fucker.
Warmth surrounded him and the velvety softness of her tongue stroked the underside of his cock. He threaded his fingers in her hair, feeling the back and forth movement in his hand. Trying not to choke her, he held perfectly still, except his legs betrayed the vulnerable position and trembled.
She swallowed, creating more suction. His eyes threatened to close in pure bliss, but he kept them open. He wanted to watch every second.
Risa withdrew her mouth with a soft pop. He shuddered at the cool air flowing over the wet surface. Then she took him back in her mouth, and he groaned. Her free hand wrapped around his thigh, holding him in place. Unable to stop, he rocked forward on the balls of his feet.
"That's it...," he said on a grunt.
The noise coming from him seemed to encourage her. She sucked harder, moved faster, and her hand, though smaller and more fragile than his, had a death grip on his cock that applied the right level of pressure.
He rocked his hips. She took more of him into her mouth. His fingers fisted in her hair and he held her back far enough he wouldn't make her gag and fucked her face. When she removed her hand, and planted both of them on his thighs, her lips sank deeper on him, taking almost his whole length into her mouth.
"Angel," he bit off. "I'm going to come."
Her mouth tightened on him and she continued stroking him with her tongue. Her hands fisted his jeans, holding him in place, and he was no longer in control. She had ahold of him, and the endurance to finish him off. Moreover, to his surprise, she was taking him all the way.
He brought her head back down on him and held her there as he came. He groaned. The climax traveling clear through the middle of him, drawing all the strength out of his legs and leaving him lightheaded.
Instead of removing her mouth, she continued to caress the sensitive head, extending his pleasure. His arms fell to his sides and he rocked back on his heels, feeling weak and complete. Once he felt he could walk again, he slipped his hands under her armpits and pulled her into a standing position.
"Hang on," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
He tucked himself back into his jeans, zipped, and moved to the corner of the room. He poured her a shot of whiskey in a glass and returned to her side.
"Here, angel. I know it's not water, but...damn."
He grinned. "First time?"
She drank, scrunched her nose up, and nodded. "Way better than I imagined it."
The smile on his face? Yeah, that was permanent.
He took the glass out of her hand, tossed it to the corner, and laughed when she jumped at the trickling sounds of glass breaking. He scooped her up, stepped forward, and planted her ass on the table.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes widened.
"Lay back." He sprawled his hand on her stomach and placed her on the table. "Returning the favor."
She tried to sit up, but his hands were at her waist, undoing the buttons on her shorts. "You don't—"
"Angel, you couldn't stop me." He pulled off her clothes, taking her sneakers off too.
With Risa spread out on the table, her legs welcoming him, he gazed down at the woman who had come into his life and rocked his world.
"If I died, right now, I don't think I'd ever see a more beautiful sight, angel, than you laying there hot for me," he whispered, unable to take his gaze off her.
She understood him more than he realized. He couldn't imagine an hour without her. If he spent the rest of his life trying to learn everything about her, he'd never succeed. She was the woman for him. The mystery, the sexiness, the attention she gave him was enough to make him go insane thinking of another man getting what he wanted.
"You going to stand there staring, my man, or do you think you can put me out of my misery?" She widened her knees.
He stepped forward. Yeah, he'd die trying to learn everything about her in this lifetime.
She laughed on a sight, laying her head back. "I can't believe I'm lying on the—"
His tongue swiped her lower lips.
"Oh. My. God," she whispered.
His lips curved against her flesh. Yeah, he'd never get tired of hearing the wonder in her voice or the surprise that followed.
He nibbled, probed, licked, and swiped. The warm moisture against his tongue encouraged him. He pressed his mouth to her opening, darting across her clit in a single brush. Her legs quivered against his shoulders. He widened his stand, settling in, and continued to caress his tongue over her, paying special attention to the sensitive nub.
Her ass quivered on the table as he made slow, lazy, wide circles around the cluster of nerves. He growled, taking possession.
Damned if that wasn't all she needed.
Her thighs clamped his head in place. His whiskered chin ground into her, and he sucked the tiny nub into his mouth. She rode his face through her orgasm, until finally her legs relaxed and she lay sprawled on the table.
Before she could come completely down, he casually kept licking her. His cock, that he thought was satisfied, wanted more. He wanted more. He'd never get enough of her surrendering to him.
Risa's moans grew louder. He cupped her ass in his hands, and kept her from pulling away. Her hand found his hair, and he braced as she used him to pull her upper body off the table.
"Kurt." She gasped. "Kurt."
He opened his mouth wide, covering her sex. He chuckled at the scream of pleasure erupting from his woman.
Her body quaked. Her legs straightened, bent, kicked out at him. Her hands fisted his hair, pushing, pulling, and grinding her sex against his face. He held on to her and relentlessly flicked her clit giving her exactly what her body needed.
Her body bowed and in a fit of pleasurable shudders, she cried his name. He brought his head up, wiped his face off on his shoulder, and gathered her in his arms. She looped her arms around his neck, eyes closed, smiling.
He burned the vision of her completely satisfied to memory. Feeling damn good, he wanted her again, but time was short today.
"Come on, angel. Let's go clean up, and get started on the day. Everyone leaves later, and we have things to do." He smoothed the hair back from her face.
She dragged her eyes open. "I can deal with that. Now."
"Yeah?" He chuckled, picking up her clothes. "Hey, what was that about you couldn't tell me why you needed to blow me off?"
"Well..." Risa slipped her shirt over her head. "I guess I can tell you now. The women were talking to me while you were in the meeting. They said all the men would come out of the room horny after being at the table. It's some sort of power trip or excess testosterone all in one room."
He grunted in agreement. Until Risa, he hadn't noticed an urge to have a woman after a meeting, but he had this time.
"We have weekly meetings, unless something is going on, and then there can be more. Daily even," he said, hoping she'd catch on to what he was saying.
Risa jumped off the table. Her eyes sparkled to life. He grinned, reading her mind. Yeah, she got him. There would be more after meeting sex in his future.
Chapter Eighteen
Risa pushed out the club door and slammed it behind her. She flew down the steps, lucky to have her sneakers on and her second wind after having Kurt flip her world twice on the table in the office. She couldn't believe he had the guts to tell her he was fighting right after making her feel like the most special woman in his life.
"Risa, come here," Kurt yelled behind her.
Not turning around, she stuck her hand up and gave him the middle finger. No way was she going to stay here and watch him be punched repeatedly until either he or whatever jerk of a biker fell to the ground.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
She jumped off the last couple of steps and landed in the gravel. Peering around, the realization that she was stuck at the club hit her. Her car was in town, and she had no way home. "Dammit."
Upset at the news of the fight and disgusted over the excitement from everyone inside the club over the news that their president was going to step into the ring again, she wanted to leave. If Kurt wanted to have his brains bashed in, he could do it without her having to watch. Even Taylor seemed to accept the announcement of Kurt boxing.
"You're with me. This is what I do." Kurt asked, joining her in the parking space inside the Cyclone fence. "If you stay, you'll see that I'm the best."
She closed her eyes to block her eye roll and then looked at him with disbelieve. Was he serious?
It was one thing for him to prove that he was the best man for her, and another thing to have an ego the size of the Bitterroot Mountains and end up dead because he wanted to act like a caveman over the last piece of meat.
"Do you plan on talking, or are you going to continue to ignore me?" Kurt gripped her arms and turned her around. "You're with me."
She clamped her lips together at the sight of his set jaw and determined look. If he would've asked her to stay with him forever—when he was holding her, touching her, gazing at her as if she was the best thing he'd ever experienced, she would've thrown her arms around his neck and begged him to keep her.
But watch someone hurt him? No way.
"You're with me," he stated again.
She shook her head because the words of denial wouldn't come.
"Angel? Talk."
She lowered her gaze to his chest. "No, asking me to watch you get hurt, to hurt others, I'm not with you. You might as well ask me to step inside the ring with you, because every time you are hit, I'll be the one hurting. I'm against violence."
His lips twitched and he said, softening his voice, "Liar. You carry a concealed and loaded weapon in your purse. You skip violence and go straight to dead."
"Totally different," she said. "And considering who my mother is, that's not funny."
"Bull shit. She's not even a part of our discussion." He smoothed the hair away from her face. "I like how you're worried that I'll get hurt, but I won't."
"Yeah, you will," she refuted.
"Angel, hits don't hurt me. I need the challenge." He tilted his head back and exhaled. "Fighting's an outlet for me. I have too many thoughts, too much energy, too big of problems not to work everything out with my fists. When I'm in the ring, I need to prove that I'm capable of surviving...and I'm man enough for you."
Shit. She pitched forw
ard and leaned her forehead against his chest. "I give up," she mumbled.
"No, you support me, because it matters." He enveloped her in his arms. "Just do me a favor, huh?"
She slipped her arms around him. "What?"
"Leave your purse up in my room while I fight." His chest vibrated in silent amusement. "I don't think Ink would appreciate you getting pissed off because he hit me and you blowing out his brains."
She looked into his eyes, horrified. "I would never do that."
"I'm teasing." He swiped the pad of his thumb across her cheek.
"It's not funny, Kurt." She blew out her cheeks and let the air go in a sputter of frustration. "My mother's in prison for shooting two men. I don't need anyone overhearing you say that, or having you think I'd really shoot someone over a fight. Besides you and Torque, no one knows I have a concealed weapons permit and carry a gun in my purse."
"Hey." He held her face. "It's just you and me. Don't misconstrue being smart and protecting yourself to the fear of repeating your mother's mistake."
She nodded. "I know that, but others wouldn't."
He stepped away, taking her hand. "Let's go inside. You can stand with Taylor and hold her hand if you want. She's not too wild about me fighting either."
"Did she say something to you?" she asked.
He led the way up the stairs. "She doesn't have to. She's always hated to watch, but she comes every chance she gets, because she supports me. Yet, the fear and apprehension are always there, no matter how much she tries to hide it."
"Oh," she whispered, liking how Taylor loved Kurt as if he was her own son. "Well, if she can do it, so can I."
Kurt stopped at the door, kissed her hard, and said, "Means everything."
She walked into the clubhouse, still apprehensive, but proud of herself for being back in the position to give and take, making their relationship work. She only hoped the fight ended fast and in Kurt's favor.
Kurt walked her down to the weight room that also served as a huge boxing arena. She peered around at the exercise equipment, the mats, the ropes, and the men congregating around the ring. A shiver crawled up her spine. This was a man's area, and the bikers pushed the limits. They took what they wanted. They drank hard, rode hard, and talked hard. There was no doubt in her mind that they also fought hard.
