Maybe Demon would know someone trustworthy. My lips curve as I think of the surprise she’ll find when she gets back to Colorado, a yard where she can walk freely, perfumed flowers that will grow and be there for her to enjoy. But she won’t be there long enough to see them bloom. Neither will I. While we’re waiting for the court case I’ll get in touch with Red and Snatcher, see if I can get that new VP for Demon. Then, I can go home.
I never thought a new set of brothers would come close to those I’d left behind, but somehow they’ve crept inside. I’d call all of them friends. My lips curve as I think of their reaction to seeing Stevie. Yeah, no regrets that I turned down Drummer’s offer to go back to Tucson. There’s no rush, and with everything she’s been through, at least she won’t be overwhelmed by strangers.
I must have dropped off sometime during the night as I wake to a loud bang on the door and a shout from Thunder telling me to get my ass in gear as we’ve got to get to the airport in time to catch our plane.
“I suppose that means I’ve got to move.” Stevie rubs her eyes.
“You slept well.”
“Because you were here, Beef. I haven’t been able to relax since I left your side.”
That’s a nice thought to hear, as she’ll never be leaving my side ever again. I’ll chain her to me if I have to.
“Time to get up and fly, babe.” Still unsure of her reaction, I content myself with a peck on her cheek rather than the devouring of her mouth I’d prefer. Take it easy, steady, man. Let her lead.
Stinger’s got one of his club girls to lend Stevie some clothes to change into, they’re remarkably respectable considering who owned them. We shower, dress—me in yesterday’s jeans and tee—then head to the airport.
Due to Stevie needing to keep her head down low, Devil’s hired another private plane to fly me, Stevie and Thunder back to Pueblo, accompanied by RIP and Charmer. Who’s going to end up paying for this, I’ve no idea, but Devil mumbled something about laying the cost on the feds as they’ll be the ones to benefit if they get their RICO conviction. From what I know of him, if anyone can get them to cough up, he will.
It’s at the airport that we part company with Drummer, Wraith, Chaz and Bull, as they’re taking a commercial flight back to Tucson. Devil is staying in LA for a while to help sort out getting the girls who want to return home back to their folks. I clasp hands with Drummer before leaving him.
“You sure?” Drummer’s hand smooths down his beard in that familiar gesture, and his eyes focus on me. “I can have that nomad patch off in a moment.”
I glance at Thunder waiting for me, and then at Stevie. “I’m sure, Prez.”
“Ain’t your prez for the moment, Brother. That title belongs to another man.”
I nod. Yeah, for now Demon’s my prez. Strange how that’s starting to settle with me.
“You need somewhere to relocate Stevie, we’ll always have room,” Wraith assures me. “And keep us up to date with the court date. Reckon you might want support there.”
Yes. I can hide Stevie until she’s called to give evidence, but at that point, there’ll be no getting away from everyone knowing exactly where she is and when she’s going to turn up. That hurdle I’ll face when I have to.
“Appreciate that, Wraith.”
A flight number is called, a last call to get to the gate.
Drummer looks upward and then back at me with a slight smirk. “Guess that’s us, got to get moving.”
“Drum, Wraith. Look, give my love to Rock and Becca, okay? To all the old ladies and kids. And a hug to my cute little niece, Rose.
“Damn it.” Wraith slaps his forehead. “Forgot to tell you. Heart and Marcia are pregnant again.”
My brows rise almost to my hairline. “Another miracle baby?”
“Seems that way.”
“Well, I’ll be fucked.” Good on Heart. I examine my thoughts about yet another baby on the Tucson compound, or it might be another set of twins the way my brother’s luck goes. While I’ve nothing against children, it is nice to be in a clubhouse where you’re not constantly stepping over toys. Do I regret that Stevie and I won’t have children? Nah. I’ll just be a favourite uncle to the kids of those who have. I’ll be quite content to give them back when they poop or cry.
Another final call sounds over the loudspeaker, Drummer snarls impatiently as if telling the plane it can wait for him to be ready. We slap backs, hug and shake hands one last time, then I stand for a few seconds watching my long-time brothers stride off to their gate before returning to where Thunder is sitting with Stevie.
As if knowing the turmoil going through my mind, Stevie’s hand rests on mine and squeezes gently. Then she leans in. “I can’t wait to be back on the compound. Since leaving home, that’s the safest place I’ve been. I was stupid to leave it.”
“Hey. You did what you thought was best,” Thunder reassures her, a pointed glance my way to make sure I agree.
I grin and raise my chin. Water under the bridge now. She went, and I have to admit I didn’t like it, but now, she’s back by my side where she belongs.
I’m tense during the journey. I hate riding in a cage, and a plane is a hundred times worse. On a bike you’re in control, you can see what’s coming and take action to avoid it. In a plane your life is in someone else’s hands. At least it’s a private plane and I don’t have to bump shoulders with all and sundry.
With RIP and Charmer beside us, conversation is a little stilted. They don’t want to talk about their business, we don’t want to talk about ours. Stevie takes the journey in stride like just about everything else she does, but I notice she’s quiet, lost in her head, and I don’t know the words to bring her out of it.
On landing I’m happy to see my bike where I left it. We say goodbyes in our biker way to the Wretched Soulz, then, having situated Stevie behind me, Thunder and I head our bikes back in the direction of the clubhouse.
Demon is waiting to meet us, and he’s not alone. Vi is standing with him holding Theo in her arms, and Jay is hovering behind her.
I don’t have a chance to greet them before a bundle of fur comes rushing across the floor, skidding to a halt just before he knocks down Stevie, and at a slower pace he finishes his approach and brushes against her. Stevie sinks to her knees and starts to cry as she wraps her arms around her faithful companion, the dog who saved her life.
I watch her with an indulgent smile on my face. An expression which changes the moment I recognise who else is awaiting our arrival.
Placing myself between the two having a reunion on the floor and the man approaching, I greet him coldly, “Lennox.”
He’s not stupid. He takes in my demeanour and correctly interprets I’m certainly not pleased to see him. Behind me I hear movement and am not surprised when I feel a hand feeling its way up my back, then Stevie’s arm loops through mine.
“Before you say anything, I’m staying right here,” Stevie says firmly.
She can’t see him nod, but I do. “Words,” I remind him.
“Stevie. I, I’m so sorry. You should have been safe.”
“You found your mole yet?”
“With a little help, yes.” The way he grimaces suggests it was probably Mouse working with Cad and Cara who’d ferreted out the traitor, and not one of his own. “Not saying anything your guys don’t already know, but she was a cousin of one of the Warped Jokers. Wanted to make sure family stayed out of jail. A long-term employee, her original record was clean, but her cousin patched in only a year ago.”
I huff but keep quiet. Fucker patched into the wrong club.
Stevie’s agitated by my side. “What, what happened to Marshal Handson? Is he alive? There was a shot…”
Lennox eyes meet mine.
He doesn’t know how to break it to her, so I say it for him, “Babe, I’m sorry. He’s dead.”
She turns her face into my shoulder.
“Stevie’s safe now, then? The leak’s been stopped?” Giving her a moment,
I continue to question him.
“Yeah. Though I don’t know how wise it is for her to stay here.”
“As the lady said, she’s not going anywhere. I’ve got a whole club to keep her safe. Unfortunately, your marshal couldn’t.”
Again his face twists, and I wonder if he was friends with the marshal who died. “I can only suggest, not demand. It’s up to Stevie if she gives evidence. Our offer to give her protection until she does, and beyond that if she needs it. If she refuses to accept our assistance, there’s no pressure I can bring to bear to make her.”
“I’m still going to give testimony,” Stevie speaks up, a little tersely as though annoyed he’s been talking about her as if she wasn’t there. “But I’m putting my protection in the hands of the Devils,” her fingers squeeze my arm, “the Devils' security business.”
A quick grin comes to my face.
He nods, then remembers. “Yes. But I’ll stay in touch. Please use our expertise to get you to court. That’s something we’ve got experience in, and with the hole plugged, I assure you, no one will get to know any of the arrangements.”
“I’d accept that, Beef. We’ll still be there, but as Lennox has said, the marshals have the knowhow,” Demon, still hovering, butts in.
“I accept,” Stevie states. “It’s my decision after all.”
Lennox nods. “I’ll be in touch then. Goodbye for now, Ms Nichols.”
When he leaves, Pyro comes into view. He’s carrying something which he takes out of the bag once he reaches Stevie.
“Thought you’d like this. James told us what to get.”
Stevie feels the object he’s given her, and I mirror the smile that splits her face. It’s a new Service Dog harness for Max. She heaves a sigh full of relief. “He okay to wear this now?”
“Yup. He may get stiff at times, and shouldn’t go for long runs, James said, but he’s ready to do his duty again.”
Kneeling, Stevie calls Max to her. The dog seems to still as his working harness is slipped onto him, going instantly into work mode. I realise it’s the first time I’ve properly seen dog and handler together, that split second as the car was hurtling toward them doesn’t count.
It’s an ideal opportunity to take her outside and show her the new yard. I watch with interest as Max leads her around obstacles and stops at the steps we had to leave in place. Although the turf has yet to settle in, she notices the new soft grass under her feet immediately.
“You’ve made some changes here,” she observes.
“A yard. Grass, flowerbeds too. Flattened it all out.”
“For me?”
Yeah. “It needed doing,” is all that I tell her. “Theo’s going to be able to crawl around in the sun without getting hurt. And the furnace pit has been fenced in so there’s no danger to you or to him.”
“I’ve put you to a lot of trouble.”
“Want the truth? I needed something to occupy me, a hope to hang onto that you’d come back.”
Her hand fumbles for mine, I help her find it. “I was hanging onto the hope that I’d be back too, Beef. I couldn’t have stayed away. I kept telling myself, just until I testify, then I’d make contact again. I didn’t realise how hard it was going to be to leave you behind. Even worse than it had been leaving my family.”
We’re both silent, each deep in our thoughts. I hate knowing we’d both been as lonely as the other, but know it’s a good sign for our future.
A raindrop falls, hitting the ground with a splatter.
“Think that’s our cue to go inside.”
At her nod, I let Max lead her back into the clubhouse, watching as he accurately meanders his way around tables and chairs. Then I apply my hand to the small of her back.
“Come up to the room.” I want to say our room, but wonder if that’s presumptuous, wondering whether she needs more time.
“I’ll look after Max,” Ink offers with such an exaggerated wink, for once I’m pleased she can’t see.
Leaving the dog downstairs, we go to the bedroom. I’m touching her all the way, partly to guide her and partly as I don’t want to lose contact.
“Has anything changed?” she asks on the threshold.
Hastily I push past her and slide my rucksack under the bed. “Nope.”
She confidently steps around me and goes to the bed, sliding herself onto it and up until she’s resting against the pillows. Patting the sheet beside her, she requests, “Come here, Beef.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Kicking off my riding boots, I walk around the other side, and stretch myself out. “Christ, I’ve missed you babe.”
“Missed you more.”
Impossible. I slip my arm under her head and pull her toward me. We lie in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
“Beef,” she starts hesitantly. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want me anymore?”
“Fuck babe. What are you saying?”
Her voice is uncertain. “I thought, I hoped, you wanted, more. They didn’t get to do more than touch me, Beef. But has that turned you off?”
“Darlin’, how can you think that?”
She huffs a laugh. “You’re lying in bed next to me. You’ve not made a move on me.”
“I was giving you time. Fuck, babe. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours. You’ve been pawed by men who wanted to use you, and I don’t want you to think I’m the same.”
Her mouth forms an O. “You didn’t think I wanted you to touch me? You didn’t think I wanted to feel your cock inside me, to know it was the man I love making love to me, rather than strangers who’d threatened to use me for their own selfish pleasure? Didn’t you consider I need you to take all the bad memories away?”
“Babe…”
“Beef, I need you.”
“You’re mine, Stevie,” I growl as I sit up, ripping my tee over my head as I do so. My cock has gone from zero to sixty in one second flat. Her permission sending blood south so fast it almost makes me dizzy. “You want me? You got me.”
Chapter Forty-One
Standing, I take a fraction of a moment to strip out of my jeans, then I’m crawling up the bed, leaning over her, my lips crashing down on hers as I take her hand and lead it to my now rock-hard cock. With my palm I encourage her fingers to encircle as much of my girth as she can, then prompt her to start a pumping motion.
All the time my tongue is thrusting in and out of her mouth, mimicking the action my dick will soon be undertaking.
Raising my head slightly, I gasp, “That feel like I don’t want you, babe?” Christ, the feeling of her hand on my cock is making me feel like a naïve schoolboy, unable to last. Urgently I pull her hand away before I disgrace myself.
She pouts as if I’ve taken her favourite toy. “I want to taste you, Beef?”
“Yeah? You want me in your mouth?”
She nods.
“Then let’s get you out of these clothes.” I lean back on my haunches and lift her into a sitting position.
She shrugs me away as she disposes of her clothes in a time to rival mine. She’s naked and glorious, and I take too long to admire her.
“Well?”
“Fucking perfect, babe. Lie back.” I ease her into the position I want after ripping the top pillow away. Then I turn. That amazing perfume from her sex that I’ll never tire of hits my nostrils and I can’t wait, my mouth zeroing in on her cunt.
Her hands find my cock and lead it to her mouth. I go still. The only mouth that’s ever been around my cock has been that of a club whore. The feeling of it being in hers is fucking incredible. It’s not a job, it’s something she wants. The difference is stunning. As her tongue swirls and explores, I almost stop breathing.
Until she pulls away and whines, “Beef…”
It’s a prompt that this is reciprocal. I fasten my lips around her clit while the fingers of the hand not holding my weight off of her dip inside her cunt, the dual sensations make her gyrate her hips as she tries to get the right pr
essure in just the right spot.
And all the time her fingers are pumping the length of my shaft she can’t get into her mouth.
Fuckin’ hell that’s good.
The sounds we’re both making are brutal. Slurping, sucking, lips smacking. Groans, moans, pleas leaving our mouths. Despite the intense pleasure I’m feeling and that she’s brought me quickly to the edge, I’m determined to keep control and not go over. I have to start envisioning all the nuts and bolts on my bike, what parts they screw into. This goes here, that goes there…
Then, as her muscles clench and tighten, her thighs start to quiver and shake, her efforts on my dick are more frantic. She comes.
“Babe, let me go…” I try to warn her.
But she takes me in further and swallows.
Fuck. I’m a man who prides himself on iron control. Unfortunately, I’ve lost it with her. Weeks of pent up frustration flood her mouth as I involuntarily let go. She keeps sucking, licking, and swallowing.
I lose all ability to think, becoming nothing more than an organism who feels.
“Babe.” I draw away when I’ve finished, and embarrassed lift my head, raise my body, and pull myself out of her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
Turning, so I can look down at her, I see her wiping up the cum that’s dribbled out of the side of her mouth and sucking the drop off her finger. What a fuckin’ sight. Best thing I’ve seen in my life.
“First time I’ve done that. Did I do it right?”
There are a few ways I could answer that. I settle for, “Think you could do with a bit more practice.”
“Hmm,” she answers lazily. “Think your skills are a bit rusty too.”
Her impudent response stuns me. I slap the side of her butt cheek. “The devil they are. Not had any complaints before.”
She’s giggling so hard it’s making her perfect tits wobble. I let my eyes feast for a second, realising, even though I came hard just moments before, I’m ready to go again now.
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