Snatch: Cerberus MC Book 5

by Marie James

  “Meth house?” I ask.

  We’d split up yesterday into two groups. The group I was in was unfortunate enough to locate the bodies. Afterward, we were all so upset the discovery of a meth house came secondary. If it was mentioned in my presence, I tuned it out.

  “Yeah, about four miles in past that ridge we separated out,” he confirms. “It wasn’t top priority at the time, but we just can’t let it go.”

  I nod in agreement.

  “Where did you guys find chicks to fuck last night?”

  I frown, shoving my dirty clothes into my bag and zipping the top. I should’ve known he wasn’t going to leave the conversation alone.

  “You looking for something on the side?” I ask knowing he isn’t but any opportunity to pull attention away from Itchy’s and my evening activities I’m going to take.

  “You know better than that,” he scoffs. “I just know Ace disappeared and so did you two.”

  “We ran into them at that little café after dinner last night. Seems Canadian women are similar to American women and have the hots for guys with tattoos and beards.” I wink at him, taking it a step too far and wanting to kick my own ass for my cavalier attitude about non-existent women.

  “Ace didn’t join you?”

  Why can’t this fucker just leave it alone, or come right out and ask me?

  “I wouldn’t fuck Ace with your dick.” I cringe at my word choice. “I mean I wouldn’t share a woman with him if it was the last choice on Earth.”

  He laughs, catching my words if the smile playing at the corner of his mouth is any indication. “No, I guess you guys wouldn’t.”

  “Ready?” I ask slinging the strap of my duffel over my shoulder and heading for the door.

  He follows me out, and I distance myself immediately, choosing avoidance rather than sticking around and giving him the chance to dance around asking me what it’s clear he wants to.

  I pull out my phone on the way to the SUVs and type out a text to Itchy giving him the cover story I gave to Kid.

  Fine, is the only text I get back from him.

  I know he’s upset I won’t tell the others, but the fallout from that situation isn’t one I’m planning on going through anytime soon.

  Chapter 25

  Itchy

  Snatch: I need you

  I stare down at my phone, smiling more than I should in mixed company, but I couldn’t resist the emotion if I wanted to.

  Looking around the living room, I formulate a plan to get up and make my exit. It’s more difficult than it seems. We’re all hanging out after returning from Canada yesterday. The sun hasn’t even begun to sink low in the sky. If I feign not feeling well, Snapper is going to be on my dick trying to play nurse, so that’s not an option. Saying I’m tired won’t fly either because I’m usually one of the last ones to go to bed each night.

  Fuck it. I’ll just stand up and leave. That doesn’t go over well either.

  “Where are you going?” Snapper asks with a hand on my forearm, preventing me from leaving without giving a reason.

  I’m agitated, annoyed that she’s even questioning me but more because I hate having to hide. Not that I think it would ever happen, but even if we came out to everyone, I’d give up this club if it meant pursuing something real between Snatch and me.

  I pull my arm from her grasp with more patience than I’m feeling and look down at her. “I got shit to do.”

  “I bet you do,” she mutters.

  The same trepidation I felt when she confronted me a couple of months ago sits heavy in my gut, but I walk away from her without another word. I can’t confirm who is watching me as I leave because I don’t turn back to see, but I can feel several pairs of eyes on my back as I hit the hallway leading to my room.

  “Hey,” Khloe says coming out of her room.

  A genuine smile plays on my lips as I stop to talk to her.

  “Long time no see,” I tease.

  “Ugh,” she groans. “Mid-terms are going to kill me.”

  “Hardly,” I counter. “You got this. I’m just glad to see you taking a breather.”

  “Kid is forcing me out, told me I have to socialize a little because people forgot what my face looked like.” She smiles up at me, but I know she’s glad for the break.

  “No one could forget your beautiful face,” I tell her shifting to the side so she can walk past me in the narrow hallway.

  She laughs, her grin growing wider.

  “Seriously,” I say placing my hands on her shoulders, so she looks up at me. “We miss you, kiddo.”

  “I wanted to talk to you,” she begins but is interrupted by Kid who no doubt thought she was avoiding leaving her school work and is coming to retrieve her.

  He tilts his head, narrowing his possessive eyes as he closes the distance between us. “What’s going on?”

  I take a step back, the look on his face so questioning that I can’t help but wonder if he’s concerned about me trying to push up on Khloe.

  She turns her attention to him, leaning on his shoulder when his greedy arm wraps around her back, and he pulls her against him.

  “Itchy was giving me hell just like you have been about not showing my face around. Seems you’re not the only one who misses me.” She kisses his cheek, but his eyes stay trained on mine.

  He’s searching my face, and after not finding anything untoward going on, looks down at his girl. “I told you, Sweet Girl.”

  “You coming out there?” Khloe asks when Kid turns her toward the door leading into the living room.

  Fuck.

  “Umm.” I do my best to think of a lie, but standing here on the spot like this no words come.

  “You look tired,” she says. “I figured you were going to grab a nap or something.”

  I nod but don’t miss her eyes as they look at Snatch’s door instead of mine. She winks at me and disappears with Kid.

  Keeping up pretenses, I head into my room instead of his, making sure the door is locked and secure before heading straight to Snatch’s door. The world is forgotten when I step into his room finding him in all of his naked glory, stretched out on the bed, huge hand already fisting his hard cock.

  “Jesus, you’re a sight,” I say pulling my t-shirt over my head.

  “I need your cock,” he grunts with a hard downward stroke.

  My hands still on the zipper of my jeans. “You’re gonna let me…”

  “In my mouth,” he corrects at the implication of taking his ass for the first time.

  “Will I ever?” I strip out of the rest of my clothes, needing him in any capacity so bad I don’t care how this ends. I know we’ll both come, and other than just actually spending time with him, that’s what matters.

  “Not tonight,” he answers with no further information.

  I climb on the bed, straddling his chest, cock pointed directly at his mouth.

  “Fine,” I say. “Suck my cock then.”

  He grins up at me but doesn’t reach for the erection that’s already glistening at the tip.

  “So demanding.” He reaches up and pulls me down by the shoulders until my mouth is hovering over his. “Kiss me.”

  Not even a fraction of a second passes before my mouth is on his and my tongue is swirling around. Both groaning, we dive into the action like we may never get to do it again. Intuition has my hips shifting back, my cock rubbing against his as we take each other’s mouths.

  “I love the scratch of your beard on my face,” he confesses against my lips when we finally manage to come up for air.

  I nip his bottom lip. “Never thought you’d be hard for someone with so much hair, huh?”

  “This entire situation is something I never could’ve imagined happening.” I grin down at him, but his words aren’t playful. They’ve turned as serious as the hand that reaches up and cups my jaw, fingers tangling in my beard.

  “Jaxon,” I whisper.

  His eyes soften at my use of his given name. I can’t recall u
sing it but a handful of times since we met in boot camp. Last names were always the norm in the military until his nickname took over. Right now though? They sound too impersonal, and there is nothing impersonal about the way he’s looking up at me right now.

  “If you call me that in front of the guys they’re going to suspect something,” he teases.

  I nearly tell him about my weird interaction with Khloe in the hallway, which also reminds me about the suspicions I feel like Snapper has, but I know it will ruin the moment. A sinking feeling in my gut that things are going to take a turn for the worse soon keep my lips sealed tight.

  “I won’t,” I promise, kissing his lips one last time before getting back up on my knees. “Now, suck my cock.”

  He chuckles, his warm breath ghosting over the tip, but it’s followed by the scorching heat of his mouth. My hand finds the contour of his face, thumb rubbing over the pierced star on his cheek. I leave my hips static, forcing him to work his neck to take my cock. I seldom have control over our interactions, and I’m taking every inch he’s willing to give, figuratively now and literally very soon.

  For a guy who’s only sucked cock less than a handful of times, he’s like a Goddamn blowjob savant. His mouth works down my length, hand working over the base that he’s unable to take at this angle. Twisting at the top, thumb stroking over that perfect spot on the underside on his upstroke. My thighs begin to tremble from the adept use of his lips and tongue.

  “You want me to come in your mouth?”

  He nods, never relenting his efforts.

  “I’d rather come on your stomach while you’re fucking my ass,” I pant nearly failing at not spurting down his throat.

  He releases me with pop, keen on my suggestion. I tilt to the edge, him holding my thighs, so I don’t tumble to the floor and reach inside his nightstand, knowing he keeps lube stocked in there.

  His hand is already extended in my direction by the time I pop the lid on the KY. A second later the cold liquid is spread from the bottom of my nuts to the eager pucker of my ass. He groans when I hiss as he breaches me for the first time in weeks.

  I bite at the muscles of his chest and neck, licking at the pulse pounding below his ear. One finger gives way to two. The third coming shortly after is enough to arch my back as a pleasure filled gasp escapes my lips.

  I actually whimper with need when he pulls his fingers free and teases me with the head of his cock.

  “You ready?” he asks barely audible.

  “Yes.” My eyes slam shut as he slowly guides himself inside of me.

  “I’ll never get used to how fucking hot you are,” he mutters sliding in another couple of inches. I lower as he pushes his hips up, meeting in the middle until he’s fully seated.

  My hands find his pecs, fingers splayed wide as I begin a slow rhythm, needing this to last. Tender, overstimulated tissue grips him, pulling him deeper refusing to let go. Pleasure and pain have always been a huge turn on for me, something I would seek in almost every sexual encounter, but this is beyond all of that.

  I hiss, eyes going wide when Snatch’s fist wraps around my cock, and I love that it’s not soft and delicate. He knows how much I can take, unlike every woman who’s ever touched me, worried they’d hurt me if they took control.

  “Fuck,” I grumble rolling my hips and taking him back inside.

  “Go slow,” he pleads, tension evident in his half-lidded eyes and straining muscles under my hands.

  “I’m sorry,” I say unable to slow down. Chasing my own orgasm prevents me from taking him into account.

  “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” I pray no one heard him from the hallway since all other members and girls are accounted for out in the living room.

  My come coats his stomach and chest in uneven jets as he pulses inside of me.

  “Do you ever listen?” he asks as I swallow around the dryness in my throat.

  His rough hands rub up and down my thighs as my index finger signs my name in the mess I left behind on him, my only claim to ownership.

  I grin down at him. “I was already there when you asked me to slow down.”

  “I know,” he whispers releasing my thighs and pulling me down to his waiting mouth by my shoulders.

  Both groaning our displeasure when our phones simultaneously ding with a text, we pull our lips away. Our post orgasmic bliss is once again ruined by some unsuspecting person.

  I lift off of Snatch, hating that we’ve probably being paged somewhere and a shower is required. I’d rather lay here for the rest of the evening, smelling like each other until the sun rose in the morning, but duty of some sort calls.

  Snatch grabs his phone from the bedside table, reads the text, and turns it toward me to read, knowing I got the exact same one.

  “What’s that all about?” I ask climbing off the bed.

  The text was from Shadow with an address and request to bring a trailer.

  “When we got back yesterday, Shadow found out Misty moved while we were gone. He wasn’t very happy. From the looks of that text, she’s coming back.”

  I look up to find him grinning.

  “Is she willing?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “Who knows? Does it really matter?”

  I laugh knowing exactly what he’s talking about. Shadow never goes after something he doesn’t get, but Misty, being the mother of his child may be different this time around. What the woman may not realize is he’s going to fight even harder this time around because he actually has something to lose now.

  “He’s going to end up marrying that woman,” Snatch predicts as we step inside of the shower together.

  “Good for him,” I say both happy and jealous of our VP for being able to have that.

  Chapter 26

  Snatch

  Beers are flowing like water in the garage. Ace and Snake are the only fools willing to compromise their health with a continuous line of shots.

  Dominic, Kincaid’s older brother, is sitting off to the side. He’s distant, always has been, but not in a way that makes you think he doesn’t want to be here, but he definitely gives off a ‘don’t fuck with me’ aura that’s strong enough I don’t even attempt to hold a conversation with the man until he speaks to me first.

  Noise at the front of the garage pulls my eyes away from Ace and Snake acting like idiots. The fire that’s always burning low in my gut flares to life at the sight of Itchy coming in with Shadow right behind him. He looks up sharing a quick, private smile before grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting down next to the nitwit twins.

  Ace is squeezing lime juice on Snake’s knuckles he busted up earlier working on his bike.

  “Don’t even wince,” Ace taunts before grinding the lime down on his fresh injuries.

  “The fuck are you doing?” Shadow’s booming voice pulls their attention momentarily from whatever damn game they’ve concocted.

  “Nothing,” Snake says with a grimace on his face.

  “That counts,” I hear Ace say near his best friend’s ear.

  “Damn it,” Snake grumbles and tips three shots back one after the other.

  Shadow shakes his head before twisting the top off of his beer bottle and sitting beside me.

  “Don’t expect much out of those fucking idiots tomorrow,” I tell him as we both watch Snake return the torture to Ace’s similarly injured hands.

  “Never do,” Shadow says with humor in his voice.

  “Hey, guys,” Kincaid says, the last one to join the group.

  We all turn our attention in our president’s direction.

  The ear to ear grin can’t be missed.

  “Looks like prez just got laid!” Snake says before thinking. Fear fills his eyes the second the last word leaves his mouth.

  Kincaid, out of character, just chuckles and shakes his head. He must have big news because his smile never falters. His minimal normal reaction would be a look that would bring Snake to his knees, the extreme being a couple of shots to his jaw.

 
“Spill,” Shadow insists before Kincaid can even get his ass in the last remaining seat.

  I know immediately. There’s only one thing that will bring that type of happiness to a man.

  He clears his throat, seeming to choke a little before he can get the words out.

  “Em’s pregnant.”

  If we had neighbors, I’m certain they would call the cops with all the yells and hollering that goes on with his amazing news. They’ve been trying for months, with no luck. A round of congrats, and much to Ace’s insistence a round of shots filters through the garage.

  “To babies and amazing women,” Snake toasts.

  We all tip back the tequila at the same time. The burn races down my throat, heating me from the inside out. Everyone but Ace declines as Snake attempts to refill our shot glasses.

  “I don’t mean to cast a shadow on your day, man,” Kincaid says to Shadow as we finally all settle back in our seats.

  “Fuck that, Diego. Em’s pregnant, Misty and I are getting married tomorrow. It’s the perfect time to celebrate all of it.” They share a look, one of brotherhood, one of commiseration, having both come to the end of their own very long battles: Kincaid with infertility and the upward battle Shadow fought trying to win Misty’s heart and sacrificing his own to her.

  “Here, here,” I boast holding my beer up high, an attempt to lighten the mood.

  “Nice save,” Shadow says with a quick smile. “Getting too serious for you?”

  I take a long pull on my beer, purposely keeping my eyes away from Itchy’s place in the room.

  “You know me,” I say pulling my phone from my pocket and hitting my favorite good-time playlist. Justin Bieber blares out of my phone, and all the guys around me groan. “I’m never serious.”

  I watch both men as they grin and chat with the others around the room. They’ve found their happiness, and I couldn’t be more excited for them. I haven’t spent much time with Misty, but I can tell just by our infrequent interactions that she’s a wonderful mother and loves Shadow with an unprecedented fierceness. Emmalyn is amazing and has been since the day she showed up at the clubhouse with Kincaid after a trip to Denver over a year ago.