Rip's Baby: Hounds of Hades MC

by Nicole Fox

  “Good,” she said, simply. Then, she was taking my hand and guiding it down her body and between her legs.

  I slid my fingers over her wetness, rubbed up and down her mound. This close, I could see her eyes go wide at first as I touched her clit, then close in satisfaction as she bit her lip harder.

  “Oh, Koen,” she groaned again as I slipped a finger inside of her and she continued to work her witch's spells on my cock. “Please, I want you inside me,” she whispered, groaning out the last word.

  I moved myself slightly, hooking an arm below her leg. We kissed again, our tongues like flames lashing at one another, as I guided myself between her lips and entered her.

  It was like sliding myself into the personification of sex, all heat and passion.

  She groaned into my mouth as I slowly filled her. She sighed when I couldn't go any deeper.

  “Please,” she whispered again as our lips parted. “Make love to me.”

  I began to slowly stroke in and out of her as her long nails etched their lines up and down my back. As much as we writhed together under the covers, as much as we entangled ourselves in the sheets, this wasn't fucking like before. This was tender in its own way, two bodies moving together in the night.

  “God, you feel amazing,” she moaned, her voice raspy and low.

  “You're perfect,” I moaned back. “Every inch of you.”

  We kissed again, and I felt her shudder, and clamp down on my length. I could feel her muscles contract and tighten around me, massaging my prick as she came on me. That was all I needed, the moment my body wanted.

  I stiffened and groaned for a moment, my whole body rigid as I just stayed inside her. Then, the pleasure flooded through me as I began to cum, too, along with her. I began pumping into her again, marking her as mine. I felt myself explode into her, like every ounce of what was left of my soul was emptying from my body and entering hers.

  “Oh, babe,” she groaned, her arms tightening around me in a close embrace that wasn't just nail raking, “I can feel you cumming inside me. Please, fill me up.”

  I kept pumping into her, groaning. Finally, I could feel myself begin to soften. But, still, I kept going, wanting to enjoy every second I might have left with her. We kissed again, this time more softly, as my softening tool began to slip from her.

  She made a sound, almost like a growl, deep in her throat. “God, Koen, where have you been all my life?”

  “Right here, Jace,” I whispered before kissing her again. “Right here, babe.”

  I rolled off of her, spent, and flopped onto my back beneath the covers. Even during our previous escapades, I hadn't cum like that, to the point where I felt so drained. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was a succubus, or some other supernatural creature. But, she was just as much flesh and blood as I was.

  She rolled onto her side, draped an arm over me, and snuggled up against me.

  Together, we lay there, our arms entwined, our breathing heavy and full.

  “That was amazing,” Jace whispered as she snuggled her face into my shoulder and kissed my chest and collar bone.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, kissing the top of her head and taking another deep breath of her addictive smell. “Yeah, it was.”

  It had never been like this before. Not with any other woman.

  And I was about walk into the Wolf's lair with her by my side. What was I thinking?

  # # #

  Jace

  Koen drifted off to sleep soon after we'd finished making love.

  That's what it had been, too. I could feel it in the way he held me so tenderly, in the way I kissed him. Whores didn't kiss men like that no matter how much we got paid. We weren't good enough actresses.

  Call it a woman's intuition, but I knew, too, from the way he'd held me, from the way his hands had been so tender on my body, that he was concerned about me. That I would be in danger if I went with him, or that I'd do something stupid.

  He was right to be worried, of course. I was going to do something stupid.

  Not for the first time, though, I wondered if that was the right choice. I could have a good life with Koen, a great one, even. What girl wouldn't want a smart, tough, sexy man by her side? I could even see myself having children with him. Maybe not a white picket fence, or anything, but maybe something kinda like it.

  Silently, I lay there berating myself, even as I debated myself.

  I only wanted two things in life, now. To be with Koen. And to see Aleksey Volkov dead.

  However, those two things were completely mutually exclusive in each and every way you could conceive of them. One ended up with me happily ever after, maybe. The other with my ass rotting in a federal penitentiary somewhere with a first degree murder rap. That, right there, was a life sentence.

  The strangest thing about all this, though, was that out of all the things Koen and I shared, the biggest and most important thing was our sense of allegiance to our families. His was to Xavier, and to the Fire and Brimstone MC. They were his life.

  Mine was to Tomlin, and to his memory. And my baby brother deserved to have that memory avenged. I couldn't go off and have babies with Koen, couldn't go ride off into the sunset on the back of Koen's bike, so we could live happy ever after, forever and ever amen.

  Not if Tomlin couldn't, too. Where would be the justice in that?

  Every time that I picked up my child and saw Tomlin's eyes peering back at me, or the faintest similarity in the silhouette of their nose, I'd be reminded about how I did nothing. Because not only had Aleksey's man Sven killed Tomlin, he'd also killed all the nieces and nephews I'd never have, all the cousins my children would never have.

  What was the point, then, of trying to live a life of regret and guilt with Koen?

  Better to just enjoy the good times as they came, and love him while I could.

  My mind settled, I let myself drift off to sleep, Koen's smell and the feel of his skin on mine filling my nose and distracting me from the future. It wasn't ‘til I was just about dozed off, though, that I realized what conclusion I'd come to.

  Shit. I loved him.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Jace

  The next afternoon, we rolled into Club Hellfire. Despite my realization the night before, my mind was still set. Aleksey Volkov needed to pay in blood for what his business had done to my family.

  Fed was there waiting for us when we arrived, and we slipped into the meeting room to maintain secrecy. I'm sure everyone in the MC knew something was brewing, but Koen and I hoped that this would all roll into the event we had planned for the biker rally.

  “He'll meet,” Fed said, his movements a little twitchier than normal, like he'd just come back from dealing with Sauron or Smaug, “but he won't do it at the hotel. Public place only, so he can be sure there won't be any surveillance or bugs.”

  Koen nodded. “Fine,” he said. “Probably thinks the authorities will be less like to bust us up in a park, too. Too many bystanders.”

  I clenched my teeth and almost spat a few choice words at this chance of plans. The hotel would've been so much simpler. No civilians or innocents around, no one else to accidentally get caught up in this fucking mess. Now I was going to be out in a place with kids. Great! Even if I didn't accidentally hit one of them in the crossfire, I'd end up scarring them for the rest of their poor lives.

  “We got the time and place,” Fed said. “Should be easy for us to prepare.”

  Koen looked at Fed, his face blank. “Yeah,” Koen said. “About that . . .”

  Fed looked from him to me, then back again. “What?”

  “Change of plans,” Koen said, his eyes glancing to me just barely.

  “Yeah,” I added, shifting in my seat so I could lean forward and better assert myself. “I'm going with him. Figure I'll be more of a distraction to Aleksey than another guy would be.”

  “Also,” Koen added, “I want you with Claire, keeping our side of the deal in check. You know those kinds of people, under
stand how they work, and you can't help me with that if you're by my side.”

  Fed took a breath, held it, seemed to consider whether or not he'd win this fight. He just shook his head and slapped a hand on the table with finality. “Fine, Boss,” he said, shaking his head. “Whatever.”

  I smiled a little knowing smile, but was careful not to let either of them see it. That was two wins for me.

  # # #

  Koen

  Agent McKesson called a couple hours after I'd spoken to Fed.

  “We need to kill the deal,” she said when I told her about the change in venue of the meeting.

  “Wait,” I yelled into the phone, surprise and anger fighting it out like two dogs in my head, “what? Go fuck yourself, McKesson, this deal's going on.”

  “This is my op,” the FBI agent snapped back, “and I say we kill it.”

  I took a deep breath, exhaled through my nose, counted to five. I'd have counted to ten, but I didn't think I'd have that much time before my window of winning her over closed forever. “Look,” I said. “Sorry for snapping. This is important to me, and it needs to go down. Look, like you said, Aleksey's a careful man, that's why he's been around so damned long, right?”

  “Right,” she tentatively agreed. I could hear the wariness in her voice, though.

  “You see,” I explained, “this actually works in our favor. He thinks I'm not only a pushover by just agreeing to the change, but he also thinks that he's completely in control by throwing me off my game. He'll be even more likely to talk about his plans, now, since he doesn't think someone like me will be wired.”

  I could almost hear her eyes shifting around as she tried to come up with a refutation of my plan, or a better one of her own. We all knew Aleksey had to go down, we just weren't all in agreement on how that was supposed to happen. I imagined her shifting in her seat, practically chewing her nails down to nubs.

  The truth was, though, I was ready for this shit to be over. The last couple weeks had proven to me what I needed to do. I needed to leave the club, to disassociate myself from it. Jace was my life, now. She was what I wanted to be focused on. But, without the FBI taking me off to Witpro, I knew I'd never be free. If I tried to leave normally, I'd always be a liability to the club. Some guy may come along some day and decide, despite Fed and Happy's objections, that I needed to be silenced.

  I was just ready. Ready to be out of the game. I loved Jace. Loved her more than anything else, including my club. Didn't mean I couldn't do right by Fire and Brimstone, of course. But she was more important. And I was just ready to start over.

  Besides, I owed Aleksey to Jace. I'd promised her that night at the dining room table that we'd take him down, one way or another. I owed her that much for what Sven Morokov had done to Tomlin Spears.

  And I keep my word.

  “Fine,” Agent McKesson said, her voice filled with worry and uncertainty. “But, we're still doing it by my rules, Koen.”

  “I know, Claire. I know.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Koen

  “Don't you think you should slow down a little?” Fed asked as I slugged down the last of my beer. I wasn't sure what number I was up to, but I knew I was up there.

  This was killing me, having to cut myself out of the club. It was better than the alternative, I supposed. But, still, it stung. I grumbled and just grabbed another cold one and cracked it open.

  It used to be that I loved the rally. Every year my dad would bring me down here and show me around to his buddies for a few hours, before bustling me off to a sitter or my grandpa's. Live music, people hawking their wares, drinking competitions.

  Sure, it wasn't Sturgis, or anything, with thousands upon thousands of bikers coming from all over the country. But it was ours, without any weekend warrior types coming in to dilute our fun, or trucking their bikes in from all over the country just so they could stop a mile outside city limits and ride them in.

  And, because it was ours, we could hold court the way we were meant to. The only preening and posing we had to do was for ourselves, for our benefit. Not because of rivalries between us and other gangs.

  Of course, there was always some guys from rival clubs who would slip in. It was likely some of the remaining Thunder Riders were here, on the outskirts of the rally, moving within their own circles. That was to be expected. They wouldn't make trouble or anything, not with the F&B MC out in full force and them being so weak from Claire's buddy's recent bust, but they were definitely here with at least a minor presence. It was, after all, a public place. Not much you could do, except for cutting a man's feet off, to stop a man from walking down the street, no matter what his colors were.

  All our support clubs, all wearing red and black, with our patch on their vests, swirled around the area. These were the guys who rode with us on charity events, who gave us a good name in the press. They weren't into any of the illegal stuff, they were just guys who liked getting together with their ol' ladies and buddies on the weekends so they could ride bikes and drink some brew.

  They were just guys being guys, sure, but they'd shut any kind of Thunder Riders action down in a heartbeat. Especially with how weak the TR had recently become.

  But, like I said, I used to love the rally. It was a weekend of fun, loud music, girls hopping into your bed, beer, and loud bikes. What wasn't to love?

  This year, though, it meant more to me. It meant more because I knew it would be my last. Simultaneously, I was trying to both savor every moment of it, but also dreading each one as we approach the appointed time.

  “You're drunk,” Fed said.

  “No, I ain't,” I said, checking the time on my phone. One o'clock, high point of the festivities. Time was riding on, and we were all stuck in its sidecar. I glanced around, half-expecting to see Happy's fist come flying out of the corner of my vision.

  “Just don't get so boozed up you can't pull it off,” Fed said.

  “Come on, Fed,” I replied, a hint of a slur to my voice, “you know Happy couldn't take me sober. If anything, I should start doing shots to make this shit even more believable.”

  Fed cracked a little bit of a smile on that stony face of his. “Yeah, well, you got me there.”

  I grinned, looking around at the rally one last time. “Way past high noon,” I said to Fed. “We should get back to the club so we can make this break official.”

  “You sure?” Fed asked. “We could give it another minute.”

  “Nah,” I said, shaking my head, a sense of inevitability settling on my chest like an elephant. “We put it off any longer, I might change my mind.”

  Deep down, though, I knew I wouldn't. This was the path I'd chosen for myself, and to slink away from my responsibility so I could just wait to have my presidency taken from me by the FBI or Aleksey Volkov wasn't the way I did things. This was a “nut up or shut up” situation if I'd ever been in one.

  “Meet you there,” I told Fed as I slipped off into the crowd and found Jace. She was talking to one of the guys' ol' ladies, just laughing with the slightly older woman and drinking beers as they looked around at the assortment of men and women around them.

  I grabbed Jace by the elbow. “It's time,” I grunted.

  “Already?” she pouted. She turned back to her new friend and said her good-byes. Together, we headed off into the crowd and headed back to Club Hellfire, giving my drunken nod to everyone we passed that nodded first.

  “You still sure about this?” she asked.

  “Think I got this courageous for nothing?”

  “Courageous?” she asked, laughing as I stumbled on a crack in the concrete and she put an arm around my waist for support. “You mean drunk, right?”

  “All part of the act,” I said as I pulled into her an embrace and kissed her.

  She grinned up at me. “Alright, Mr. President,” she said slapping my chest. “Let's go.”

  We threaded our way through the crowd of bikers and soon ended up at the front doors of Club Hell
fire. The place was packed, a complete circus of debauchery. Hoots and hollers filled the air, classic rock so loud it could have been either Buddy Holly or Zeppelin blared over the speakers. I shoved my way through the revelers, dragging Jace right along with me. We were headed for the upstairs, to the little railed-in balcony that circled around the top of the club like an old saloon. Happy and I were going to do it there.

  I mounted the steps with Jace, one hand on the railing for support. I realized I was nervous, even with the liberal amounts of libations flowing through my system. I realized, too, that was I was marching to my future, to the ending of my old life. After this, there'd be just one more step: getting Aleksey on tape. Then, I could start my new life with my woman by my side.