Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  “Don’t worry, we’re gonna eat first and then pack. Then go.” Meal time with Moon and Beau was one of my favorite parts of the day. As long as all the women were safe, I could relax. A little.

  Long enough to eat anyway.

  But eventually meal time ended and it was time to get serious again. The clubhouse was abuzz with activity when I escorted Moon and Rocky through the doors, three kids in tow. It had taken us two hours to pack everything three small humans would need from their respective houses, and get us all over here, but now it was done.

  “Sit tight girls and hopefully we’ll have some answers soon.” I didn’t believe it, though, and based on the sympathetic smile Moon sent me and the way her green eyes glittered with worry, I knew she was trying to help.

  “We’ll be fine, Cross. Go take care of your guys.”

  “Damn I love the hell out of you, my crazy little hippie.” I stole another kiss because when her sweet lips called to me, dared me to resist them? I failed.

  Every fucking time.

  “Good because I love you too. Now go.” She smacked my ass when I turned to walk away, pulling another laugh from me.

  “I love you, now go? That’s a new one.”

  That thick, husky laugh sounded again. “How else will I keep you on your toes?”

  She didn’t need to do anything but be herself to keep me on my toes and she damn well knew it. Between her biting wit and odd sense of humor, there was never a dull moment with Moon around. “You’ll just have to be more creative,” I taunted before stepping inside Merry Mayhem and shutting the door behind me. All eyes were on me. All of the Reckless Bastards were gathered in this space, created just for us, and waiting for my instruction on how we would find our brothers. “Okay, what do we know?”

  Max stood to give us the news, his expression grave. “Nothing for sure. Black and I went over to Stitch’s place and it was empty. Nothing was out of place or turned over so we assume they got on the road.” Max’s hands flexed and clenched tight, a sure sign that he was pissed the fuck off. It was a Max none of us had seen much of since he met Jana, but right now he was ready to tear someone’s head off.

  “Well, that’s something.” I said. “Reed said something about a girl he was seeing, anyone know anything about that?”

  Lex’s thick ginger hair fell over his eyes when he stood and he blew out a breath before he spoke. Worried? Pissed. Hard to tell. He said, “I know about her and that she lives in Reno but that’s about it. He never even said her name, but he did tell me she had tits like a Barbie and she fucked like a porn star.” Lex’s words drew a few knowing laughs from around the table because that sounded exactly like Stitch.

  “Fuck. Since when is Stitch so fucking tight-lipped?” The kid was the king of the goddamn overshare.

  Max let out a heavy sigh and dropped down into his seat beside Savior. “Dodds came to see me at GET INK’D. He came to ask if the Reckless Bastards were doing business with cartels. He had a specific cartel in mind but he didn’t say which one.”

  “Cartels?” Savior asked.

  Max nodded. “He seemed unusually worried and he only came in for info which I didn’t have.”

  “This can’t be a fucking coincidence.” If it was we had to be the unluckiest club on the fucking planet. “We need to find out which cartel it was and we need to find out more about this Marisol chick. Fuck! Where the fuck is Jag?”

  Max shrugged. “He left the shop when his shift was over but he’s not answering his phone.”

  I knew he was in a funk and I of all people understood what he was going through, but goddammit now was not the time. “Find him. Now.”

  Chapter Ten - Jag

  I sat inside my house with all the blinds drawn shut so that not an ounce of sunlight could sneak inside, wallowing like a fucking baby. I should just shake it off. Hell, losing Vivi—which was clearly what the fuck was going on—wasn’t even the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I’d lost both of my parents before I made it to adulthood, not to mention all the brothers I’d lost in the service.

  This should be small fucking potatoes in comparison. I was alive and well. Should’ve been grateful for the air I breath.

  But I wasn’t. No, I was wallowing in pity because Vivi wasn’t here. I hadn’t heard from her, either.

  It really pissed me off that once again, the government had taken someone from me. It was bullshit but it was also becoming clear to me that I needed to find a way to get over it. To get used to living without her.

  I lived without her for years, and I could do it now.

  And the perfect recipe for forgetting was an expensive bottle of Maker’s Mark Vivi had sent last month. I was four shots in when the bell rang and with an angry grunt, I got up to open the door.

  “Delivery for Jeremiah Washington.” The kid couldn’t have been more than eighteen with that lanky frame and the last traces of adolescent acne.

  “Yeah, that’s me.” I signed for the package, accepted it and kicked the door shut in the kid’s face. The box was relatively small and I opened warily since I hadn’t ordered anything, and there was only one person other than my mom who called me Jeremiah.

  That reminder spurred me on, hope swelled inside as I pulled out my knife and sliced through the tape until the flaps swung open, yanking a hard laugh from me.

  Inside the box was a small bag of pretzels, a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, a black tie and a pair of black Speedos. That was it. No note or instructions. Typical Vivi. I smiled and tossed it on an end table and dropped back down on the sofa, turning back to watching crazy YouTube videos on the TV, trying not to think about her. It made me feel better to see people more fucked up than me right now.

  The fucking doorbell rang again.

  “What?” I yanked the door open and it was the same fucking kid.

  “Sorry sir, this one was separate.” He handed me a smaller box this time, about the size of a jewelry box.

  “Thanks, kid. Got anything else?” He face turned pink and he shook his head before turning around and racing down the steps. “Good.” When I tore the small box open I barked out another laugh at the cheesy gold painted CIA badge. Vivi was nuts but as long as she wasn’t here, this was just a tease and I tossed it with the rest of the costume. I wondered if she’d call soon. I needed to hear her voice.

  The doorbell chimed again a few minutes later and I about lost my shit the way the Russian drivers on my screen were. “What the fuck?” I yanked the door open and froze.

  “Not exactly the greeting I was hoping for. Maybe we should try this again?”

  “Damn.” Vivi stood on my doorstep, blue hair now pink, which made her gray eyes look like melted silver. But my eyes were drawn to the skin tight orange jumpsuit that hugged her long legs and sensual curves exactly the way I wanted to.

  “What’s with the jumpsuit?”

  Her eyes lit with mischief as she licked her lips and slipped past me. “I’m a bad girl, don’t you know? Been serving my time with government suits, keeping me away from my hot chocolate.”

  I laughed again and shut the door. Locked it too. Twice. “Hot chocolate?”

  She nodded, and I wrapped her in my arms. All the anger floating away as I held her. I breathed in her scent. “Damn, girl, I missed you.”

  “I missed you too, lover boy.” She stepped back a little and released a few of the snap buttons on her jumpsuit, revealing a bra that cupped her tits like a pair of hands. The bra had black and white prison stripes. “You’re hot as fuck and pure fucking chocolate, Jeremiah Washington.”

  The way my name rolled off her tongue was just what I wanted to hear. Her words woke my cock right up, but she wasn’t done, snatching the buttons open all the way down to her belly button and pushing them over her hips to show off a tiny pair of panties. In matching prison stripes. “You have been a bad girl, Vivi. Keeping me waiting for you.” I took a step forward and she put her hands on her hips, daring me.

  “They say absence makes
the heart grow fonder. Are you fonder?” Her voice was shaky and low.

  “Fuck, yeah, I’m fonder. Are you here for good?” God, I was the happiest man alive. “Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

  Our lips were barely an inch apart, stares glued to each other and I watched in fascination as her silver eyes turned a dark gunmetal color. “I was starting to think I’d have to live on nothing but anticipation.”

  Her breath hitched as she waited a second. And finally, she let out a sigh. “Do I get a welcome home kiss?”

  I dared her with nothing but a look. That one look was all it took for Vivi to launch herself at me and slam her mouth against mine. The kiss started out hard and fast and intense, the kiss of lovers separated for too damn long but slowly, eventually she slowed the pace and savored my mouth. Savored the taste like a starving woman who’d finally gotten a slice of her favorite dessert. She clung to me like she was afraid I might break the kiss, break our sweet connection.

  As if I could. I held on to her, gripping her hips and her ass to fix her against me just the way we both wanted. Needed. I held her close and let her devour my mouth while my hands got reacquainted with lean muscles covered with soft, feminine curves. My feet began to move with the intention of laying her out on my bed and spending the rest of the week making her scream my name but my brain had other thoughts.

  The bed’s too fucking far.

  Instead we landed on the sofa, my body covering hers until she reached for me and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Someone’s happy to see me.”

  “Yeah, all of me is so fucking happy to see you, babe.” She smiled a soft feminine smile that seemed so unlike her but never failed to make me feel like a goddamn superhero. “So damn happy.”

  “Me too, Jag. Me too.” She nibbled my chin and licked a trail of heat from my collarbone up to my ear. “And I promise to say all the sappy shit about how much I missed you but right now, I need you. I need this. Right. Now.” Her words were punctuated with sharp, choppy moves as her hands made quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans and her hand went inside, wrapping around my dick. “Fuck, I’ve missed your cock.”

  She laughed when my dick twitched in her hand and I repaid the favor, yanking the black and white panties off her body to reveal a freshly bare pussy with a tiny J in pale blond hair. “Fuck, Vivi.”

  “That’s the idea. Just in case, you know, there was any doubt.”

  It was so goddamn hot and so typically Vivi. I rolled off the sofa and onto my knees. “Just in case you forgot.” I spread her wide, loving the way her glistening pussy clenched with need, the way she was already leaking with just a look. Then my mouth was on her, savoring the taste of her juices on my tongue.

  “Oh fuck, Jag! Yes!” She was as hungry for this as I was, a fact that made me happier than I would ever admit to anyone but her. I shoved my tongue inside her pussy because she loved it when I fucked her with my mouth. “Yes, baby, yes!” Her hips writhed and swirled, her hands went to my head, holding me still while she rubbed herself against me. “Oh fuck. Oh God, Jag. Yes. More.”

  I smiled against her, loving when my girl was bossy. It was her default and I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I missed her bossy side. Then I gave her what she wanted, pulling her swollen clit between my lips and nibbling it with my teeth.

  “Jag!” Her orgasm was close. So fucking close I could feel the way she trembled beneath me. Her body shook more and more violently as her orgasm slowly came to the surface and she strained to reach for that pleasure that eluded her. “Goddammit, Jag!”

  Then, when she was so blind with frustration she couldn’t talk, could only scream and moan, I licked and sucked her sweet clit. Hard and fast, soft and slow. Good enough to put any vibrator to shame. She came hard, in waves as her long-awaited orgasm slammed through her and I didn’t let up. I slid two fingers inside her pulsing cunt, rubbing her g-spot until her juices hit my chin like a tsunami. Her orgasm ratcheted up a notch or two—or ten. She cried out my name over and over again until she was spent.

  “Damn Jag. Damn.”

  “Welcome home, baby.”

  She sighed with a sated smile and slowly turned until her head hung over the edge of the sofa. “Now I need a taste.” Without any other prompting she opened her mouth, legs spread wide so I could see her pussy, still clenching and pulsing from her orgasm and I gave her what she wanted. “Mmm.”

  “Ah, shit!” The feel of her wet lips wrapped around my cock, the vibrations of her moans hit me right in the nuts. My hips began to pump in the rhythm that she mirrored. “Suck it.” She swiped a tongue around the head of my cock until my hips jerked, sending my cock straight down her throat. “Yeah, just like that.” Her hands went to my ass, setting a fast rhythm I knew would send me off in seconds.

  The sounds of her moaning around my cock, the way her nails dug into my ass, the scent of her pussy still damp and hungry for me, it was all too much. I leaned forward, licking her pussy and fucking her mouth, causing too many sensations for me to do anything but suck her clit to orgasm while she swallowed my load. “You really are my hot chocolate, baby.” She smacked my ass and gave me one last lick that buckled my legs and sent me collapsing on the floor.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck me, I’m so happy you’re back. You are back, aren’t you?”

  “I am. For as long as you want me,” she said and rolled off the couch, right on top of me. “You still want me here, right? Or did I wait too long?” I could barely hear her question with the way her slick pussy slid up and down my shaft, already growing hard again and hungry for her.

  “It was too fucking long but now that you’re here,” I gripped her hips hard and thrust up against her, pulling a low moan from her, “I’m keeping you. Forever.”

  A soft smile touched her lips even as her hips continued to grind against me. “Forever is a mighty long time. Maybe that’s just the sex talking?”

  Fuck that. I wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped our positions, quickly slipping back inside her hot, wet pussy. “It’s not the fucking sex, but I’m happy to prove it.” Before she could say another word, I flipped her legs over my forearms and squeezed her hips to keep her right where I wanted as I plunged in and out of her, with a blind need that felt like it would never ever be satisfied. I thrust and pounded, her moans and cries just the thing I needed to send heat skittering up and down my sweat slicked body.

  “Jag! Oh fuck, oh fuck!” She was close again and yeah, that knowledge only made me fuck her harder. Deeper. With more intensity than I’d ever fucked anyone in my life. “Jag! Fuck!”

  My mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure until she clenched around my cock and pulled another orgasm from me. I shook and trembled before collapsing on top of her. “Forever ain’t gonna be enough, Vivi.”

  Her legs tightened around me, reluctant to let me go. “Maybe not, but it’s a good fucking start.”

  “Jesus fuck, no wonder he hasn’t been answering his phone!” Savior’s voice cut through the emotion in the room. “Hey Vivi.”

  She arched her back and looked at Savior and Max with a grin. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”

  “No. No, no, no. We are not about to shoot the breeze while I’m still inside her. Give us a minute, yeah?”

  Savior grinned and continued to stare even as Max pulled him into the kitchen. “No point in locking the front if you forget about the back,” he called out, laughter ringing in his voice.

  I looked down at Vivi. “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be. I’m too happy to care. Honestly I could fuck you again. Right now.” She clenched around me just to prove her point. “But I’m guessing whatever brought those guys here is important.”

  It always fucking was. With great reluctance, I slowly separated our bodies and grunted. “Yeah.” I didn’t know what was going on but clearly it was serious for the guys to interrupt me. I slid my pants back on and went to the kitchen. “What’s up?�
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  “We got a problem,” Savior began. “Gunnar and Stitch never made it up to Reed’s place.”

  “Shit.” The word came out on an exhale. “So they’re missing? Did you check their places?”

  “Are you really asking us that? Of course we did. Everything looked normal so we assumed they headed up that way,” Max said, troubled. “Apparently Stitch has a girl up in Reno but all we got is a first name. Marisol.”

  Okay. I could work with that. “All right. I’ll get their phones tracked and see what I can find.”

  Vivi strolled in, a laptop in her hand and still wearing her orange jumpsuit. “What can I do to help?”

  Savior’s lips twitched. “Tell us about the jumpsuit.”

  “Roleplaying,” she said simply and looked up. “We gonna talk about the hot sex we just had or do you want help finding your buddies?”

  I kissed her cheek and smiled at the guys. “You heard her.”

  Savior leaned on his elbows. “Jag, you can find the buddies while she tells us all about this hot sex.”

  “It would be unfair to make you feel inadequate,” she told him, her gaze never leaving the computer screen. “There are three Marisol’s in Reno.”

  The kitchen fell silent for a long moment and then we all got to our feet. “Give us ten minutes to get dressed and we’ll meet you at the clubhouse.”

  When we were alone, Vivi slipped outside and came back with clothes across her arm. “I left them in my camper, which I’m happy to see you still have. But we have a problem.”

  “We do?”

  She nodded. “I need a shower and you told the guys ten minutes,” she said, two fingers traveling slowly down her body, between her tits and down to the hot sweetness sticking to her thighs.

  “Then I guess we’ll just have to be quick about it.” I breathed.

  Thirty minutes later we were headed to the clubhouse.

  Chapter Eleven - Gunnar

  Fuck, my head hurt like a motherfucker. It throbbed so hard, so damn loud I couldn’t even tell where I was. It was dark. “What the fuck?”