“Where your heart wants to,” she tells me.
I rub my free hand up and down her back as I think back.
“Lexi always was a straight kid. She worked hard in school, went to college, didn’t finish, but was there long enough to get what she wanted out of it. She’s two years older than me, and she was always treated like she was the golden child. I never resented her for it, but I did come to resent my grandparents for it. She and I could literally do the same exact thing and they would praise her and then turn around and tell me how I could do better. I’m not sure if it was because she’s a girl or what, but man… it pissed me off, hard core. When Dad left, Mom told Lexi it was because I was too much for him. Lexi defended me, and said it was bullshit for her to say that. Dad was a gambler. I bailed him out time after time, and he just kept doing it. Eventually he left Mom for some woman he met at one of his gambling places, and I told him if he leaves her, he leaves us, too.”
“Lexi didn’t understand that’s what his intentions were to begin with, but she took it hard, and blamed me in the end because I made him leave her. When Mom started with her drugs, Lexi took it even harder because that’s two parents she basically lost, and they are still very much alive. My mom would always call me begging me to help her, and at first I kept telling her to fuck herself basically, because I knew she didn’t want help, she wanted money. So, Mom would call Lex and tell her I wouldn’t help her. Lex would get pissed off at me for not loving our mom when that wasn’t the case at all. Mom started popping pills to start with. Then she started drinking when her body got used to the pills. She started to build a tolerance to the alcohol, but that wasn’t enough anymore.”
“Oh, Vice,” Schuyler said with sadness in her tone.
“Lex got to the point that she found herself in the same shoes with Mom. She would go out for a night of drinking, and then the night turned into the whole weekend, and that turned into a bottle of wine a night, and so on. My sister blamed me for it, because I wasn’t helping Mom and the extra stress on her shoulders was making Lex drink, too. She never really had a problem with alcohol abuse. She just drank to take the edge off and that was scary for her, as it should be, I guess.” I run my hand down my face.
“Anyway, I started to bail my mom out with everything, so my sister didn’t have to worry about it. Little did I know, Mom was still hitting her up for money on the side. Lex came to me one day and told me she was moving to Colorado and she was leaving everything behind. She was leaving this life, and she was starting fresh. She lost herself in her writing, and became a huge sensation. I’ve watched her ranks get higher and higher with every book she finishes,” I finish.
“You’ve never tried to contact her?” Schuyler asked.
“Yeah, I did at first. We kept in contact through texts for that first year. Then she started to get busy. I’m guessing when her books started to take off. So, I stopped texting to give her room to grow. Then, the texts stopped altogether.”
“Why don’t you reach out now?”
“She’s a superstar in the author's world. She’s made one hell of a living off her stories. I don’t want to sound like the long-lost brother who shows up after my sister hit the big time.” I shrug.
“Oh, Stanton,” she breathes.
“It’s alright. I’m sure I will talk with her again someday, but I don’t want to intrude on her grand life she’s always wanted.”
“You have such a big heart,” she says as she kisses my chest.
“Only for you,” I tell her as I roll us over so I’m on top of her.
Her eyes are locked on mine, and the fire, I search for constantly, is blazing bright with so much love and desire.
“I don’t know what I did so right in my life to get you, but I sure don’t deserve it.” I run my lips along her jaw line.
“Mmm,” she hums as she arches her head back.
I chuckle, dragging my lips down her neck, to her collarbone.
“I want you to stay here,” I blurt out.
Her eyes flash open and she smiles.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yup, okay.” She laughs.
“Why do I feel like that was too easy?” My lips move back to her skin.
“I know your heart, Vice. I know your protective instincts. I know your love,” she says. “I know it will make you feel better to have me close. Plus, I get to wake up next to you every single day. I’m good with that.” She smiles.
I sit up and push her shirt up and over her head. My lips move back to her chest and I put my mouth on her nipple over her bra. Her back bows off of the bed and her hands go to my hair. When I feel her need, mine flares. My need to fulfil her. I pull her bra off and close my mouth around her nipple sucking hard. I roll my tongue over it and my eyes come up to watch the pleasure roll across her face.
“Vice,” she moans.
“Tell me what you want, Schuyler. You know how this works,” I growl out.
“I want you inside of me!” she cries out, not hesitating to tell me.
I rip her pants and lace underwear off without undoing her pants buttons. She sits up and frantically pulls my belt free and pulls my cock from my pants. She climbs onto my lap and lowers herself on me fast and hard. She cries out at our rough connection.
“Damn, you’re already soaking wet,” I grit out.
“Always for you,” she moans out.
“I didn’t put a condom on, Schuy,” I say through clenched teeth. “I want to feel you, but if you want me to use one, I will.”
“No. I need to feel you, Vice. I need it,” she pants.
She starts moving and I grab a handful of her hair and tilt her head back, giving my mouth access to her throat. I will never tire myself of kissing her skin. Her hands are on my shoulders, steadying herself, helping her set the pace.
“More. I need more. I need you closer,” she pants out.
I grab her hips and thrust her onto me. Each sound of her skin slapping mine urges me on faster, harder. Her pussy is tight, wet, and hot. As our thrusts get harder, her screams get louder.
“That’s right, sweetheart, let me hear you,” I grit out watching her.
“Stanton!” she cries, “I’m so close!”
I grip her hair and bring her mouth down to mine. Her lips part on a moan, and I thrust my tongue inside. She fights for the control she never gains as I tighten my grip. I end the kiss with a bite to her bottom lip and she gasps. I can tell she’s on the edge. Her forehead is resting on mine.
“Fucking give it to me, Schuyler,” I demand, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and biting down on it, sucking hard.
Her nails rake down my back, bringing my blood to the surface, and she throws her head back, screaming my name. Her orgasm takes her by full force.
Hearing my name on her lips, she loses herself, and it’s my undoing. Lifting her hips, twice more, I slam into her. I explode inside, warming her inside out.
“I love you so goddamn much already,” she pants as she shoves her face in my neck.
I wrap my arms around her back, pushing her harder on me to ride out her aftershock and milk me dry.
“I love you,” I rasp. Her hips start to move again and she lets out a long moan.
I can feel her walls getting tight again and I know she’s close to another orgasm. I rub her back and forth on me, rubbing her clit with my free hand. Her head falls back, riding the waves of pleasure and she bites her lip.
I lower my head to her nipple again and roll my tongue across it. She starts moving faster, and I rub my thumb over her clit and shove it into her mouth. Her eyes meet mine, dazed with desire and she clamps down on my thumb, rolling her tongue around it, nearly making me come all over again. I remove my thumb and start rubbing her clit again as I move my mouth to her other breast.
“I’m going to fuck these tits, Schuyler,” I growl out.
She tenses, crying out my name again and squirts all over my dick, soaking it.
I push her to her back and pull out of her. I grasp my cock and take a deep stroke and watch her eyes darken. Her hands come up and she pushes her tits together.
“You want my cock buried in your tits?”
She nods her head and I feel her thighs clench under me.
I crawl up her body and I push the head of my cock into the valley of her breasts.
As I slide into them, she pushes them tighter together, making me groan. Her eyes consume me as I move, thrusting back and forth.
Her mouth falls open on a gasp and then she pulls that bottom lip between her teeth. Her heavy-lidded eyes meet mine as she lets out a moan.
“Please,” she begs as I continue to thrust.
“Please what?” I ask her, knowing what she wants as she licks her lips.
“Let me taste you.”
“You want me to come in your mouth?”
She nods and I pump faster, bringing myself to the edge. I pull myself from her tits and her hand comes out to grasp my shaft as she guides me. Her mouth is hot as she swirls her tongue around me.
I push myself into her mouth as far as I can get.
“Jesus Christ, Schuyler,” I groan out.
She returns with a moan, and my cock stiffens. I thrust into her twice more to the hilt. She swallows, making me explode.
She drinks me down, and when I pull out from her mouth, she licks her lips with a smile.
This woman will be the death of me.
Chapter 14
“I want to know who the fuck I was following if Anne was in the diner with Schuyler the whole fucking time. And I want to know now!”
I wake up to Stanton barking orders into his phone as he paces back and forth.
I stretch my deliciously sore body and sit up. I walk to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and start my morning routine.
As I stand in the shower, letting the water run down my face, I smile.
Despite the shit storm surrounding us, my heart is content.
“Hey, sweetheart, when you get done, we are going to run to the clubhouse. We have to check on your friend and I have to talk with my guys,” Stanton says as he brushes his teeth.
I smile to myself at the normality of the notion.
“Okay, I’m almost finished,” I yell out from the shower.
As I finish up in the bathroom, I decide to wear my hair down, and let the wind catch it on the bike. I’m riding with Stanton today. As much as I love my own bike, there is something to be said about holding onto him.
I walk out of the bathroom in my favorite silver jeans, and a purple, long sleeve to make my cut patches pop out.
“Damn, Schuy, I will never get tired of looking at you,” Stanton says as he comes up and pulls me into his embrace.
I look up into his eyes and smile. “I’ll never get tired of you pulling me into your arms.”
He grins a wicked grin and brings his lips to mine. I open immediately and lose myself in his show of love.
The kiss is a slow burning coal under the flames. The longer it burns, the hotter it gets.
He releases my mouth with a groan.
“I wish we could stay here all day. I do, but we have to go any take care of a few things,” he says while rubbing my back.
“I know. Can I ride with you today?” I ask.
“Of course, that’s never a question.”
“After you then, handsome.” I pinch his butt as he turns around to walk out of the door.
We arrive at the clubhouse. Hand in hand, we walk through the doors. I run my free hand over the top of my jeans, on my backside, feeling the tops of my blades tucked into their leather pocket.
Some people carry guns, some carry pepper spray. I carry twin blades about three inches long, serrated on one side with a black leather handle. These babies are sharp, light weight, and I can throw them fast. My dad would never let me have a gun. I was too young. Then as I got older, I didn’t need one because I’m a girl. But he gave me a pocket knife, so I can feel better.
I roll my eyes to myself. It’s kind of humorous really. He didn’t want me to be able to defend myself and that kind of backfired on him. I was the fastest, most precise, and the smartest with blades in his whole MC.
“Hey, VP, Schuyler.” Hawk says with a nod.
“News?” Stanton asks.
“Yep, come on.” He nods his head to the round table by the wall of glass windows, overlooking the parking lot.
We walk to the table, and everyone is already sitting around it. As we sit down, Chris slides a folder over to Stanton.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“That, VP, is the twin sister of Anne, aka the person you were following yesterday,” Alex answers.
My brows scrunch together, and I try to remember if Anne had a sister.
“Where is she now?” Vice asks.
“In our questioning room,” Chris says. “She is saying she had no idea her sister was into the MC life. She says Anne had some blackmail on her and she used to do Anne’s bidding whenever she asked in order to keep her sister’s mouth shut.”
“Bidding?” Vice asks the question I’m thinking.
“Yeah, like yesterday. She knew she would have a tail on her, so she called her sister and made her go into town and go shopping so you would follow her, and not Anne,” T says.
“Are we sure she isn’t part of their scam?” Vice asks. “What’s her name?”
“Her name is Ashley. Her information is in that file.” Chris nods to the folder he slid Vice. Her picture is stapled to the front. “She is a school teacher for fucks sake. She doesn’t know about any of this.”
Chris runs his hand down his face, and when he looks back up, his brows are drawn together.
“Do you hear that?” he asks as he places his palms on the table and starts to stand up.
“I’ll check it out, Prez,” Alex says as he stands and goes to the far side of the windows before the table.
I lean over to look out the window, too, when I see the tire of the first bike coming through the parking lot. I spot the helmet the rider is wearing. My blood rushes to my ears. He has a high-powered rifle pointed at the clubhouse.
“Get down!” I scream as I pull Stanton’s arm. “It’s the Strykers! Get Down!” I scream again over the noise of their bikes.
I leap over and pull Chris down by the thighs, and right as we fall, I hear the bullets leaving the barrels, headed right through our windows. The sound of glass shattering all around us.
Chapter 15
I watch as Schuyler jumps over and pulls Chris down. Everything goes in slow motion and I scramble over to make sure she’s okay. People are yelling, Chris is yelling at Schuyler, wanting her to get off of him, but she has a vise-like grip, making him stay down, and protected.
I never thought I’d find a woman who would accept me and my life, but not only did I find her, I also found a woman who risks her life for this brotherhood.
“Schuyler, you can let go now. They are gone,” I tell her.
She turns her head to me, and a cry leaves her lips. She jumps up and rushes to her left. When I turn my face to see what is wrong, the blood in my veins turns to ice.
“Alex!” I yell. “Someone get Doc from Carl’s room! Alex needs him!”
I rush to Schuler’s side and her hands are soaked with his blood as she applies pressure to the wound in his left chest.
“Someone needs to take their shirt off and put pressure here. I can’t put enough!” she cries.
I rip my shirt off and place it on his wound and Schuyler moves to his other side and starts to apply CPR compressions.
“Where is everyone?!” she cries as she pumps his chest up and down.
“They went after them. You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Keep going. You got this,” I tell her.
Chris and Doc come in the room and Doc releases Schuyler from doing CPR and takes over.
He has his phone in between his ear and shoulder and he’s barking orders into his phone. He lets h
is phone drop and then nods to Schuyler.
“You okay, Schuy? That’s a lot of blood. Are you hurt?” he asks, still pumping Alex’s chest.
“No, it’s his,” she says quietly as tears roll down her face. I just want to embrace her in my arms, but I can’t. I have to keep pressure on him.
“I got help on the way. We will get him to the hospital, but why don’t you run into that supply closet and get some towels to help Vice clot that wound, maybe?” he nods.
“Okay,” she says as she stands up and grabs three white towels, leaving her bloody handprints on them and the door.
She rushes back to my side and balls one of the towels up for me.
“Okay, I’m going to lift my hands and you put that on his wound fast, okay?”
She nods and when I lift my hands, the blood starts to flow and she rushes the towel back in place and my hands apply more pressure.
We hear sirens of the ambulance and with Chris’ help, they lift Alex onto the stretcher and one of the EMTs takes over applying pressure for me.
“I’m going with them, Prez,” Doc says.
“I wouldn’t expect any less,” Chris says with sorrowful tone.
I look over and blow out a breath, grabbing Schuyler into my arms. I pick her up and carry her over to the couches.
As I sit down, she picks up her head and looks around. Her eyes make contact with Chris’ and something flashes in them. Chris smiles a sad smile and shakes his head at her.
“This ain’t your fault,” he tells her before she says a word.
She jumps from my lap and puts her bloody hands on her hips.
“The hell it’s not, Prez!” she yells full of passion. “That,” she points with her finger to the shattered windows, “was my dad! My father!” She pounds her chest with her fist.
“We have had an ongoing problem with him for years. It’s just the first time someone has gotten hurt, or possibly killed. This was bound to happen at some time, Schuyler.” Chris’ voice booms. He’s not yelling at her, just trying to get through to her. His own grief was on his face at the thought of Alex not pulling through.
"For that, I will put my blades between his eyes myself," she says in a deadly voice as I watch the fire in her eyes burn a dangerous flame. "My father will die, and soon."
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