Refuge (Riot MC Book 1)

by Emily Minton

  He’s right. Dad isn’t going to be thrilled about this, not in the beginning, at least. He isn’t going to mind that I’m with Van. He loves the man he watched grow from a boy. More importantly, he respects the man he has become. The thing that is going to piss him off is that we took this step when Van was supposed to be watching my back. He’ll get over it with time, but he’s not going to be happy at first.

  Not wanting to talk anymore, not even wanting to think, I bring my lips to his and kiss him gently. The kiss picks up momentum within seconds as we devour each other’s mouths. I feast on his unique flavor, letting his delicious taste overwhelm me. With each stroke of our tongues, my core tightens in anticipation just a little more.

  He shifts his hip, bringing his hard length right to my core. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and rub against him. A moan works its way up my throat as my pussy starts to ache with need. He growls against my lips, grinding against me harder. His cock brushes against my lace-covered clit, causing a fire to build within me.

  My back bows off the bed as my body begs for more. He answers, sliding down and placing kisses on my neck. Each time his lips touch me, I mewl out in pleasure. His hands move down my body, grabbing the edge of my nighty. He pulls himself back just enough to work the silk up my body and over my head.

  As soon as my chest is bared to him, his lips wrap around one of my nipples. He gives the tender skin a little nip before moving to the other one. Sucking it in, he draws a deep moan from my lips. He continues the treatment, making sure each pebbled peak gets the same attention. By the time he starts kissing his way down my stomach, my body is bucking against his.

  He stops his descent right before reaching my panties. Grabbing the lace, he slowly pulls them down my legs then settles himself between my open thighs. Without warning, his tongue glides through my already soaking slit. He pays extra attention to my clit, circling once before giving it a gentle nip.

  “Harder,” I beg, wanting more.

  He sucks the sensitive nub deep in his mouth and slides a finger inside of me. The action causes my pussy to contract with anticipation. His teeth bite down on my clit, adding just a touch of pain to my pleasure. He does this again and again, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. When he adds another finger, fireworks explode throughout my body, and I scream out my orgasm.

  I go lax as he moves up my body, stopping when his lips reach mine. When he kisses me, I can taste myself on him. The flavor is enough to send another wave of neediness through me. My arms wrap around him, holding him close as I put everything I have into the kiss. By the time we pull apart, we are both gasping for breath.

  My eyes devour him as the moonlight illuminates his handsome face. Even in the limited light, I can see his light blue eyes are shining with affection. He may not love me, but he has feelings for me. That’s enough for me to look inside my heart. It’s fast, really fast, but I know the feeling is there. It’s strong and just getting stronger.

  “I think I’m starting to fall for you,” I whisper, unable to hold the words back.

  His full lips tip up, and he says, “You already fell, sweetheart, and so did I.”

  Not giving me a minute to think about his words, his lips come back to mine. He slowly kisses me, putting everything he feels into his every movement. I return the kiss, hoping he can feel my love for him, even if I can’t say the words out loud.

  He slowly pulls back, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a condom. We are both quiet as he rolls it on. I pull my legs up as he lines up his hard length with my opening, silently begging him to give me what I need. He answers by bringing his lips back to mine and slowly pushing inside.

  I enjoy the feel of his mouth on mine for a moment longer before pulling away and looking into his clear blue eyes. What I see shocks the hell out of me and sends a wave of pure contentment straight to my heart. I’m not sure what love looks like, but I’m pretty sure that is what I am seeing now. No doubt, he’s seeing the same thing in mine.

  His hardness glides in and out of me as we continue to stare at each other. His movements are slow, causing pleasure to build inside of me. I can feel a tingle starting deep inside me that I know will result in the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. I already know it will be amazing, explosive, colossal, earthshattering.

  Just the thought of knowing I may have this man for forever almost causes me to go over the edge again.

  Van leans up, holding his body above mine, but never breaks his rhythm. Pulling his eyes from mine, he looks at our bodies joined together. I follow his gaze, enjoying the sight of his body connecting to mine. He pulls out to the tip, giving me a good view of his glistening cock, before sinking back inside.

  “Beautiful,” I whisper, overcome by the sight.

  “I know it may make no sense, but it’s like I’m seeing this for the first time,” he says, keeping his voice as quiet as mine.

  Still watching, I understand what he’s saying. What we are doing now is different, so damn different from anything we did before. This is deeper, stronger, more powerful. I can feel the connection between us growing stronger each time he drives deep inside me. It’s like a new beginning, washing away my past, a cleansing of my soul.

  “I understand,” I tell him before laying my head back on the pillow.

  My hands make their way up to his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he holds himself above me. Moving up to his shoulders, I pull him back down to me, wanting to have him close. He gives no resistance as he lowers his face to mine, using his elbow to hold his weight. Moving his other hand up to my face, he runs a finger along my cheek, slowly dragging it over to my lips. As he traces the outline, I can’t help but suck the digit inside of my mouth.

  His movements pick up speed, and a guttural groan leaves his mouth. My tongue trails around his finger as I pull it deep into my throat. Van picks up speed but still keeps a slower pace than what I'm used to from him. Pulling his finger from my mouth, he moves the wetness down to my clit. The first touch causes me to arch off the bed. I immediately feel a tightening in my lower stomach and know that I won’t last much longer.

  “I’m close, Van, so close,” I moan out as he continues pumping into me.

  Giving my clit a pinch, he says, “Give it to me, darlin’. I want to hear my name on your lips when I make you come.”

  He gets exactly what he wants when he pinches my clit again. This time, it’s a little firmer, and I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm rockets through me, and I was right. It is amazing, explosive, colossal, earthshattering. My walls clamp around him, pushing him over the edge with me. He continues stroking slowly into me until the aftershocks of our orgasms have faded. Only then does he lower his head back to mine and put his lips on mine once again.

  By the time he rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms, one thought is running through my brain. He didn’t have sex with me, didn’t fuck me. Van Scott just made love to me, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.

  Chapter Twenty

  Van

  The sound of my phone ringing wakes me from a deep sleep. I slowly open my eyes and see Ronni is still out cold. I stare at her, and warmth fills my chest. She is beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Her midnight-colored hair is fanned across the sheet, tangled, and sexy as hell. Only her bare shoulder is visible, but I can see the curve of her hip under the blanket, and that’s enough to have my morning wood pulsing with need.

  Taking my eyes from her, I grab my still ringing phone off the bedside table. Before I can swipe my finger across the screen, it goes quiet. I look at it quickly, seeing I have two missed calls and eight missed texts, all from Walker and Brass. There is no doubt in my mind what they want to talk about.

  I try to pull my arm out from under Ronni without waking her up. When I finally pull it free, she stirs for a moment, grumbling in her sleep, then curls into a ball and lets out a sigh. I can’t stop my lips from tipping up before I sit up and swing
my legs over the side of the bed.

  I quickly scan through the texts, starting with the ones Brass sent last night. Whenever you decide to get your dick out of that pussy long enough, I’ve got some info for you. Following that is one that says: I’m sending Taz to watch the house so Veronica doesn’t have to be alone. Finally, I see the one he sent just a few minutes ago. Fuck, dude. How damn long does it take to get your rocks off? Get your ass down here.

  I move on to read Walker’s texts next. They are similar to Brass’s until I get to the last one. It is clear and to the point, causing a wave of uneasiness to crash through me. We have bigger problems than we thought.

  Quietly climbing from the bed, I look at my phone again, seeing the time and blink in surprise. It’s nearly ten, meaning Cline will be here in two hours. Fuck, that doesn’t give me much time to get my shit done. My eyes move to Ronni, knowing I have no choice but to wake her up.

  Sitting back down, I lay my hand on her shoulder and give her a gentle shake. “Need you to wake up, darlin’.”

  She grumbles a bit before blinking her eyes open. “What time is it?”

  “Nearly ten,” I answer, leaning down and sliding my lips over hers. “I’ve gotta head over to the club, and I need you awake before I go.”

  “Why do I have to get up?” she asks, sounding more than a little pissed.

  The look of aggravation covering her face causes my grin to turn into a full-blown smile. I kept her up most of the night, taking her over and over again. I fucked her until my body gave out. Even then, I held her close, running my hands over every inch of her body. I just couldn’t get enough of her. Even now, I have to fight the urge to slide inside her again. I doubt I will ever get enough of her body.

  “Cline will be here around noon, and I need you to take care of her until I get home,” I explain, pushing myself off the bed and walking over to my dresser. “Taz is outside. He’ll get her from that bitch, so you don’t have to worry about dealing with Regina, but I want you to be awake when she gets into the house.”

  Normally, when shit like this happens, I call Milly. She is one of the old ladies and has babysat for me off and on ever since Cline was a baby, and she’s enjoyed every minute of it. I never let it happen often, as Cline was only with me two weekends a month then. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could, but sometimes, shit came up.

  Milly is an older woman, edging up on sixty, and she loves Cline like she was her own granddaughter. She and her old man never had any children of their own. As soon as Cline was born, she doted on her and showed her more love than her actual grandmother did. Hell, more than her mother, too. Ronni is here now, so there is no reason to call her in.

  “Okay,” she answers eagerly. “I can’t wait for her to get here.”

  I pull out a pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt. Quickly throwing them on, I slide my cut on and grab a pair of socks out of the dresser drawer. I pull them on before turning back and looking at her. She is now standing by the bed without a stitch on. Sunlight is streaming through the window, haloing her in its warm rays. Seeing her curves in all their glory, my cock thumps painfully against my zipper.

  “I told her we would make homemade pizza today, so I need to make sure we have everything before she gets here,” she says, wrapping the sheet around her body.

  Cline loves pizza, fucking loves it. She would have it every damn day if I’d let her. When Ronni mentioned making it last week, she couldn’t believe that you could make it at home. Just the thought had her smiling from ear to ear. I ran to the store and got everything they needed. When I got back, that excitement turned into tears and tantrums.

  As Ronni was pulling everything out of the bag, she handed Cline a jar of olives and asked her to set them on the table. Somehow, the jar slipped out of Cline’s hand. My girl freaked the fuck out. I tried to calm her down, and Ronni tried to call to her, but nothing worked. By the time the tears stopped, we ended up eating sandwiches and vegging out in front of the TV.

  “If you need anything, text me. I can pick it up before I come home,” I tell her, brushing my lips against hers once more. “Gotta go, darlin’.”

  She deepens the kiss then pulls back and smiles. “And I have to get dressed.”

  She pulls away and walks out of the room. She comes to a stop in the hallway, turning around to look back at me, and her eyes are shining with something I don’t quite understand. She looks at me for a couple minutes, her hand fisting the sheet she has wrapped around her.

  “You need to know something before you go,” she says, an edgy tone to her voice. “I love you, Van.”

  With that, she turns away and rushes down the hall. I’m stuck in place, my heart thumping painfully in my chest. I do not move a muscle, don’t even breath, until I hear the door to the guest bedroom shut. Only then do I follow her, still not knowing what the fuck I am going to say. A part of me wants to repeat her words, tell her I feel the same way. Another part of me is too fucking scared to open my mouth.

  Just as I’m about to open the door, my phone dings. I look down and see another text from Brass. What the fuck, brother? You coming or what? My eyes look at the door for a second more before I head down the stairs and pull on my boots. I’ll deal with Ronni later. Maybe then, I’ll have enough balls to give her the words she needs.

  My eyes land on Taz, sitting on his bike, as soon as I step out the door. I lift my chin to him, knowing he will keep an eye on shit until I get back. Then, I climb on my bike and take off. It doesn’t take me but a few minutes to get down to the clubhouse. I pull to a stop by the front door. Climbing off, I walk up the steps and inside.

  Glancing in the common room, I don’t see either Brass or Walker. I keep walking to Tito’s office and open the closed door. Brass is lying on the couch in the corner, looking like he’s about to pass out. Walker is pacing back and forth around the room. Normally, the brothers wouldn’t come in here without our Pres’s permission, but the need for privacy is too important right now to talk anywhere else.

  “It’s about fucking time you got your ass here,” Brass says, sitting up and running a hand through his blonde hair.

  “Sorry, brother. I was up most of the night. When I finally fell asleep, I slept right through the phone ringing,” I say as I walk over and plop down in Tito’s chair.

  “Some of us were up all night for something other than pussy,” Walker says, a half-ass grin on his face.

  I send him a glare but otherwise ignore his comment. “I’m here now, so are one of you gonna tell me what you learned?”

  Walker nods and sits down in the chair across from me. “Yeah, we got all the information we’re gonna get out of him.”

  Brass pushes himself off the couch and walks to the desk. “Didn’t take much; he was scared to death. He spewed everything so fucking fast; it was hard to even understand what the fuck he was saying.”

  Waking up this morning with Ronni in my arms, I don’t feel so bad about handing this shit to Walker and Brass. I did my part, even if it was different than what I originally thought it would be. The bastard was shitting his pants before I left. He was ready to spill everything. I’m sure the look of murder in my eyes may have had something to do with that.

  “That man is the biggest fucking idiot I’ve ever met,” Walker says, bringing my attention to him. “He honestly thinks we’re gonna let him live after he tried to kill Tito’s daughter.”

  I let him ramble on, even though I want to tell him to get the fuck on with it. I don’t give a shit what the asshole thinks, not one damn shit. I want to hear what he knows. Walker doesn’t keep me waiting before he starts telling me what they learned.

  “The fucker paid some junkie in Chicago to try to take Veronica out,” he says with a slight nod. “The asshole is just some street slinger, only wanted a grand to kill her. He’s already told Miles he wouldn’t try again unless he got more money.”

  I let out a relieved breath, knowing we can handle thi
s shit. We can take a ride, put a bullet in the fucker’s head, and no one will even ask any questions. He’ll just be one less dealer on the streets, and not a fucking person will miss him.

  “There’s more, brother,” Brass says, looking serious for once. “Miles owes nearly a million dollars to a loan shark in Vegas. Walker made a few calls. From what we gathered, this man is not someone to be trifled with.”

  My stomach clenches, worry filling me. This was exactly what I was afraid of. I never doubted we could take care of Miles. The punk was never more than an irritation, same with the drug dealer in Chicago. This loan shark, though, he is a completely different story.

  “The word on the street is that this man wants his money, and he has figured out he’s not gonna get his money from that dickhead. Now, he’s looking for someone else to pay the debt. That someone is Veronica,” Brass continues, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Walker plops down in the chair across from the desk and pulls a joint from his pocket. “I happen to know this particular loan shark. Not really well, but I know enough to know that he is one cold motherfucker.”

  Surprised that Walker seems to have connections to every fucking one, I ask, “How do you know him?”

  His eyes go blank for a minute before fury fills them. “My brother was a fucking slave to the tables. He spent every cent he made on cards. When all his money was gone, he turned to the bastard for a loan. When he couldn’t pay it back, he disappeared. They killed him for five fucking grand.”

  “Fuck,” Brass grunts as the same word slips from my own lips.

  “Then, the asshole’s goons showed at my momma’s door. Taking my brother’s life wasn’t enough. He still wanted his money. If she had more than a junker car and a rented trailer, he’d probably have taken her ass out, too. Even so, they roughed her up. I ended up selling every fucking thing I had to get him to leave her the fuck alone,” he growls out, his fist tightening in his lap. “This man cares about money and nothing else. If he finds out we’re holding her, he’ll take our whole fucking club out to get his hands on her.”