by K. Renee
I sigh and run my hand down the back of my neck nervously. I don’t even know how to explain how she’s doing. Before I can answer, Seb is. “She’s doing shitty,” he bites out. His voice laced with anger. “She is either stone cold silent, or crying her damn eyes out.”
I see Anslie flinch at his tone and Prez goes to say something, but she waves him off. “Don’t forget I know what she’s going through. I get that you’re mad, but taking your attitude out on me doesn’t help her.” With that Anslie gets up and storms down the hall. I shake my head. She’s right, she is the best bet at making sure River gets the help she needs or talks to someone.
“Don’t ever disrespect my daughter.” Prez barks out when Anslie is out of sight and in my room. River doesn’t know Anslie’s story, but I think she will appreciate knowing that Anslie is someone she can talk to.
I watch as Seb tries to gain his composure. He’s falling apart. He doesn’t know what to do and hell, neither do I. “We get that you care about your brother’s girl, but –.” Before our father can keep talking, I stop him.
“She isn’t my girl. She’s been in love with Seb for almost as long as we’ve been friends.” I sigh. I’m tired of trying to convince everyone that she and I aren’t together. Shit, I know it would be easier if I was. I run my hand through my hair and I see both my father and Prez stare at me like I’m fucking crazy.
“Does your mother know?” My dad finally asks.
“Yeah. We talked about it. I told her that River is in love with Seb and she was happy, ecstatic even.” I wince when I see the look on Sebastian’s face. He doesn’t do love, that much I know. I don’t see him confessing his feelings for her at any time, but at least he knows where she was before all this shit has gone down. I can only imagine how he’s feeling now that he knows that he’s the reason she’s been careless.
“I’m the reason for her crazy antics. All because I kept trying to keep her home instead of out in the club trying to find a piece of ass.” Seb says as he pales and I look towards my bedroom door.
Chapter Eighteen
Three Weeks Later
Walking into my house, I shut the door behind me and make my way toward the kitchen. Elijah and I have a date night planned tonight and I’m dying to see him. We’ve been together most nights when I get off work, but the last few nights he’s been busy with his brothers.
He doesn’t say much about it, but then again I don’t push it. We’ve talked about our careers a little over the last few days, but I still can’t bring myself to tell him the truth. He might hate me if I tell him I work for the bureau. Plus he’s a biker. I’m still not a hundred percent sure that he’s not part of a club.
I know the clubs around Henderson and Las Vegas and none of them are the ones you want to cross.
The only thing I’ve told him about my work is that I work in an office and I’m on call a lot. He never questioned me about it, so I didn’t say anything. There have been times where we both have been called away right when we were getting ready to go out or just relax at home. I’ve even had to leave just as we sat down to dinner that he cooked for me.
I hear a slight knock before the door opens. Walking through the kitchen, I hit the living room just in time to see Elijah strutting in the entry way. His tattooed arm is on display and I love the way the color contrasts against his white tee.
When he sees me, he makes his way towards me. His grey eyes never leave me as he eats up the distance between us. His arm rises just before he reaches me and he cups my cheek. His lips fall down on mine roughly. As he pulls me into his body, I can’t help but moan into his mouth. I can already feel his dick pressing into me the moment we touch.
Every time I see him, it’s like the first time. He’s fucking beautiful. Just the sight of him turns me on. Hearing the sound of his voice is one of my favorite things. I had no idea what I was getting into when I met him, but fuck am I glad that I did.
His lips hoover above mine and I look up into his eyes. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” A playful grin spreads across his lips.
“Right back at you biker.” I smirk. His eyes get a look in them and I know exactly what is going to happen next.
Before he can grab me, I take off running towards the bedroom. If I don’t change right now, there is no way that I’ll be leaving this house tonight. The last time this happened, we didn’t end up eating. Instead the only food we had was each other. Boy, I don’t regret that either because it was the best sex of my life.
Who am I kidding, every time we’ve had sex has been the best sex of my life. He doesn’t do things easy ever. He makes it to where I feel him for the next few hours every time.
I can hear his boots on the ground behind me as he closes in on me. An arm wraps around my middle and I’m being pulled back against his hard body. It doesn’t take long for him to put one of his hands at my throat. The minute his lips hit my skin, I can’t help but moan. The feel of him against me my body fucking amazing and I could die a happy man right now.
His hand around my stomach starts to slide down and I suck in a breath when his fingers slide across the top of my jeans. His fingers tighten against my neck and I moan into his ear. “Fuck.” He undoes my jeans quickly before shoving his hand inside of them.
Fingers wrap around my dick tightly. Groaning, I press my ass back into his strong body. His hand slowly starts to move up and down my shaft a few times before he releases me and removes his whole body from mine.
The feeling of cold air where his warm body once was is torture. I want nothing more than for him to fuck me right now. Hell, I don’t even care if he took me right here in the middle of the doorway. I’m so damn horny that he could fuck me anywhere, I wouldn’t mind.
His hands grip my hips for a brief second before he’s sliding my jeans down my thighs. One of his hands goes to my lower back and he leans me forward. His hands continue until they stop on my ass cheeks. I can feel him behind me as he slowly sinks to his knees. The crack of his hand hitting my ass causes me to jump slightly.
A moan tears from my lips. His mouth caresses my skin next. Each little nibble and suck turns me on more than before. Putting my hands on the doorframe, I spread my legs a little to give him access.
I love how willing Spencer is. He doesn’t question me when I do shit. He lets me take control and doesn’t bitch about it. These last few weeks have been like heaven in the crazy life I live. I know by now that I should know more about him, but I like the surprise. We don’t get all mushy when it comes to how we feel about each other either. We go with the flow of the relationship we’ve sort of fell into.
Never in a million years did I think that I’d be spending most of my nights wrapped up with him. It’s not the type of man I am. I fuck them, and then I leave them that night. I never stay for longer than necessary, but for some reason I hate walking away from Spencer.
Grabbing the small bottle of lube from my pocket, I flip the cap and put a healthy amount onto my hands. Squirting some onto his ass, I run my wet fingers between his cheeks and slowly work a finger inside his tight hole. I watch as his back bows down a little while I’m working my finger in and out of him slowly.
As I add a second finger, he’s pushing back against my hand, just begging for more. His whimpers turn me on so damn bad. Fuck. I almost can’t wait. I need to take him now.
Standing up, I undo my jeans and push them down to my knees. I run my hand up and down my cock and lube it up before I stand behind Spencer and slowly press the head of my dick to his prefect little hole.
Leaning over his back, I pull his face up and lick my way up his neck. I gently bite down on the tender skin of his neck before moving to the spot right under his ear that he loves. I know it drives him crazy, so I always run my tongue over the skin right there.
“Fuck me Eli,” he moans. The back of his head is resting on my collarbone. One of my hands is at his neck and the other is rubbing the tip of my cock along his puckered hole. When I start to slowly sink inside of
him, he sighs. The feel of his walls squeezing me feels fucking amazing. Each deep thrust causes him to move forward. His hands brace on the casings of the door and he slams back into me just as hard as I’m ramming into him from behind.
Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. Sex with Spencer is always satisfying. I never feel like I need to fuck anyone but him. Shit, I wouldn’t even mind being tied down to him for the long haul. I shake my head to rid the thoughts of being tied down already. We don’t know each other enough to even be thinking about that. We just barely started fucking without protection a few days ago, after our tests all came back clean.
Spencer’s body starts to shake and I reach around to grasp his dick. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, applying just enough pressure to bring him to the edge quickly. His moans fill the room and soon his warm cum is shooting on the ground in front of us. I start to thrust into him quicker as I chase my own orgasm.
Grunting out my release, I cum inside of him. His body collapses and I have to hold him up. ”Fuck.” he mutters quietly. I kiss along the back of his neck before I pull him up to standing height. I slowly pull out of him and pull my jeans up enough to walk into the bedroom.
Leading Spencer over to the bed, I pull his shirt off and toss it on the ground next to us before pushing him back onto the bed. I grab his pants and pull them and his shoes off, tossing into the already growing pile of clothes.
I pull my shirt over my head as I make my way to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean the floor. Once, I get his cum wiped clean from the floor, I toss the cloth with the other clothes. Shucking off my jeans, I make my way towards the bed.
Spencer’s eyes never leave me as I get closer. Climbing into his bed, I pull his naked body into mine. “I know you were looking forward to going out, but three days without you means that I’m not letting you out of bed until I get my feel of you.” I say, kissing his neck.
He cuddles into me and I rest my hand on his heart. These moments are the ones I’ve come to live for the last few weeks. Having Spencer in my arms before I fall asleep at night keeps the demons away. It keeps the guilt at bay over the death of Raef. The thought of being happy even a fraction of the same as my parents keeps me coming back, even if I don’t want to admit it.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, cupping my cheek.
I lean into his touch and close my eyes. He doesn’t need to know all the crazy shit that runs through my mind on a daily basis. Instead I tell him a white lie. “I was just thinking that my mom would love you.”
He blushes slightly and I lean forward to press a kiss to lips. “She would?”
“Yeah. She’s all baby fever right now because of my older brother B, but she’s been dying for me to meet someone. She wants me to be happy.” I smile sadly. I hate that I won’t be able to tell them about Spencer. There is no fucking way my brothers or father will understand.
“Can I meet her?” His question catches me off guard. I try to ignore it, but he asks it again.
“As much as I want you to, it probably won’t happen. They won’t understand.” I frown and the words feel bitter as they leave my mouth. Do I want him to meet my family one day? Yeah. Do I think that it will be a good idea? No.
My family won’t understand, plain and simple. They won’t greet him with open arms and we probably won’t ever be able to live the happy life that I wish I could. Secret. All we will probably ever be is a secret.
“So you’re going to keep me your dirty little secret?” He has a playful, yet serious grin on his face. I don’t know if I should feel bad or be glad.
“You won’t be a secret to everyone.” I murmur. “I know it sucks for you, but trust me when I say this… My father and brothers won’t understand.” I cup his cheek and slowly caress his skin. “I don’t want to subject you to how they might react.”
“I can handle myself babe,” he responds. I lean forward to claim his lips once more.
“I know you can. I’m just not ready for it.” I close my eyes as I think about the ridicule I’d be subjecting him and myself to.
“I get it. We can go at your pace.” He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me on top of him.
Chapter Nineteen
Two Months Later
I’ve watched stake out videos and ran through tapes of interviews that the guys have collected over the last few months. Everything has been slow going lately at work. The case we are building isn’t one that we can rush and I hate it. I like being able to start one case and close it within a week or two. Long cases aren’t my strong suit, especially if we think my mom was a victim years before.
The memories of the night I had to ID her are coming on stronger and stronger every day that we work the case. All of our other cases have been put on hold until we find the bastards that are involved with this shit. I want to take them all down – every last fucker that is involved. I’ve been digging deep into the Souza Cartel without the permission of my superiors. As much as I know I’m breaking protocol, I don’t care. I want to know if they were the ones responsible.
My eyes scan the screen and my heart falls. The side of his head looks familiar and I get my confirmation as soon as he turns his head and looks right at the camera. Closing my eyes, I feel my heart start to race. No. This can’t be right. There is no fucking way that he would be involved.
Canaan comes and takes a seat next to me, putting his feet up on the desk. “Why you look like you saw a ghost?” He asks. His eyes scan the screen and then turn back to me.
“Who is that?” I point to the guy he’s interviewing in the video.
“Nick Insico.” His eyebrow raises and he waits for me to ask something else.
“What does he do?”
“He’s the Vice President of the Wayward Saints MC,” he states slowly. “Why do you know him?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Who’s that with him?”
“One of his sons,” he says without hesitation.
I feel my face pale. There is no fucking way. “You know his son?” He finally asks when I don’t say anything else. My eyes shoot back to the screen and I see his crooked grin that I’ve seen almost every day for the last few months.
“My sexy biker.” Those are the only words that fall from my lips. I put my head in my hands and suck in a breath. I slowly try to calm my heartrate. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest at any fucking minute.
“Oh fuck.” he blows out a breath and his feet come off the desk. “You mean you’ve been fucking one of the Saints?” I nod my head, but don’t look at him. I can’t even process this shit right now. “He never said anything? You’ve been fucking for a few months now. Not once has he slipped about who he was?”
I shake my head no and I try to drag in a deep breath. Fuck.
A knock on the door brings my head up only to see Dixon standing there. He has a concerned look on his face and I know that he’s heard what was said. “Can you use him as an informant?” His question throws me for a loop.
“No. There is no way he’ll turn on his family. No fucking way.” I state.
“We don’t need him turning. We just need information on the other players. We can build a case against the Saints after the fact.” I feel my stomach turn. I can’t do that. I can’t let something happen to Elijah. No fucking way.
“Call him. Get a night with him.” I feel sick at the mention of me using him. He doesn’t deserve that shit. He’s a good guy, I know he is. I can’t even fathom him being involved in something this sickening.
“I can’t.” I say hoarsely.
“It’s your job.” Dixon grits out. I know he wants to close this case and shit, so do I, but I don’t want to use Elijah to do that. I’ve fallen hard and fast for him. Just knowing that I can come home to that every night makes the long days I’ve put in here worth it.
I close my eyes and when I open them again, I see both Dixon and Canaan staring at me. “You can help find the people re
sponsible for your mother’s death.” Dixon’s words are like a kick to the teeth. Closing my eyes, I nod my head and pull out my phone. I need to find answers. I hate this.
Dialing his number, I put it on speakerphone and wait for him to answer. “Hey babe.” His low growl sends my dick into a frenzy. I can’t let him affect me right now.
“Hey. Can you come over tonight?” he doesn’t say anything for a second. I haven’t had to ask him to come over lately. He just shows up and somehow sneaks into my house while I’m in the shower.
“Everything okay?” He sounds concerned, but I can’t let him find out that I know who he is. When I look over at Dixon, I can see the hardness on his face. Canaan looks almost hurt that I have to do this.
“Not really. I just need to see you.” I state softly.
“Yeah, I’ll be there the normal time. Is that good?” I hear a few people talking in the background, but I can’t make out any words.
When I look back to Dixon, he mouths ‘now.’
“Can you come now?” I feel sick. I can’t believe I’m about to betray his trust for this case. I’m falling in love with him and now I’m going to ruin everything.
“Yeah. I’ll head that way in ten. I have something I have to finish up with my brother.” I blow out the breath I was holding.
“See you soon.” I murmur before hanging up the phone. My heart breaks and I feel like I got the wind knocked out of me.
“I want to know who their contact is with the drug cartel. You get me the information and I’ll keep him out of jail.” I stare at him blankly.
“And what about his family?” He gives me a hard look at my question. I know how much he loves his family. We’ve talked about it a few times. He would do anything for them, including taking a bullet. All of a sudden something clicks. A few weeks ago, I asked him what the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. When he told me about one of his best friends dying, I could see the pain written all over his face. He kept saying that he wished it was him that took the bullet for his friend’s dad. He told me about Raef and how much he had to live for. That his life was cut short in order to save his own father.
