by Lane Hart
I would never throw my brother under the bus with her. I just need to ask a few questions.
Before I change my mind, I walk up the steps to the side door of their enormous beach house and ring the doorbell. Kennedy answers right away.
“Chase,” she says, her warm, brown eyes widening in surprise. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” I tell her. I should’ve realized that showing up without calling would worry her. Actually, I don’t think Torin has invited me over since I helped them move in right after their wedding. “Have you got a second?” I ask.
“Sure, come in,” she says, opening the door wider. “I was just putting away some of the baby’s clothes.”
“How’s the little man doin’?” I ask as I follow her into the living room where there’s a bucket of laundry.
“He’s raising hell in here,” she replies with a grin as she sits down and then pulls out a tiny blue outfit to fold it. “I think he’s ready to bust out too.”
“Looks like he’s getting big,” I say, and Kennedy shoots me a glare. “Not you. I didn’t say you’re getting big. I said he was. You know, your belly.”
“Uh-huh,” she replies with a good-natured roll of her eyes before she goes back to folding. “So what’s up? You must be here to talk to me since you know Torin’s always at the clubhouse.”
“Right,” I agree. Reaching up to smooth out my beard to figure how to approach the subject, I decide to start with, “Do you think Torin’s been acting a little…off?”
“Off?” Kennedy repeats. Tilting her head to the side to consider it, she says, “I dunno. I mean, he’s been pretty freaked out ever since I told him I was pregnant. I know he’s happy; it was all just unexpected. I figured he was worried about being a father…”
“How about more recently?” I ask.
“Hmm,” she says. “I mean, he’s a little stressed out about the MC expansion.”
“The expansion?” I repeat in confusion.
“Yeah, you know, for the new bar or whatever.”
“Sure,” I reply, even though I know for a fact there isn’t any talk about expanding for a bar or anything else. I may screw off most of the time, but I’m at the table for every damn meeting.
“Has Torin used any of you guys' money for it?” I ask.
“Well, yeah,” she answers as if that’s obvious.
“How much?”
“I think it was about six hundred thousand recently, more a few months ago. Torin pretty much cleared out our savings, but there’s enough coming in from the other investments that it’s not a big deal,” she says. “Besides, he said that the MC would pay him back.”
“Yeah,” I agree rather than call my brother out on yet another lie. I get that he doesn’t want Kennedy to know about the blackmail, but that’s a fuck-ton of money going to some asshole for a tape that Torin doesn’t want anyone to see.
“Is everything okay, Chase? All these questions…you’re starting to worry me,” Kennedy says with her hands resting on her bump.
“No, it’s fine, sweetheart,” I tell her, so she will hopefully let it go. “I just wanted to check in with you about Torin to make sure he’s okay. He doesn’t talk to me much lately, and he’d be pissed if he knew I came by bothering you.”
“You’re not bothering me,” she says with a broad smile. “It’s good having you stop by. How’s everything been going?”
“Great,” I reply honestly. “Sasha and I are back together, or at least getting there.”
“Really! Oh, wow, that’s great, Chase,” Kennedy says excitedly. “I’m so happy for you even though I don’t really know what happened to you guys. She must have been important to you since you have the ink.”
“She was. She is,” I correct. Standing up, I say, “And I should get back to her.”
“Well, yeah,” she agrees. It takes Kennedy a moment to push herself off the sofa; but when she does, she comes over and hugs me. “I want to meet her,” she says when she pulls away.
“Okay, sure,” I tell her, thinking that’s a great idea. “I may bring her to the clubhouse soon and would love it if you were there too. She probably won’t like the other women.”
“Oh, you mean the clubs sluts you’ve slept with?” Kennedy teases.
“Yeah, those women,” I agree. “They’re gonna be jealous, but I think Sasha can handle herself. She didn’t have a problem with them before when we were together.”
“She’ll step up and put those girls in their place if she intends to stick around,” Kennedy replies. “That’s what I had to do to make sure they got the message that Torin was taken and not to go near him or I’d claw their eyeballs out.”
Chuckling, I tell her, “Yeah, Sasha’s probably gonna need some pointers from you.”
“Anytime,” she agrees. “Bye, Chase.”
“Bye, Kennedy,” I say.
On the way out, I can’t help but think that Torin is a lucky son of a bitch to have someone like his old lady. I just hope he doesn’t fuck it up by keeping whatever the hell he’s done a secret.
Chapter Eighteen
Sasha
As soon as I hear the gravel crunching under the weight of tires, I jump up from the sofa and rush over to look out the window.
“Calm your tits, girly. Let me see who it is first,” Abe says, making me laugh when he jumps in front of me, blocking my view. “Okay. It’s just Chase.”
“I knew that,” I tell him with a smile.
Unable to wait another second to see him, I rush out the front door and down the porch steps barefooted. I meet Chase in front of his truck as he comes around it, jumping into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist to kiss him.
I realize Chase is holding a plastic grocery bag in one of his hands when they both come around on my ass to hold me up while his tongue invades my mouth, making my lower body ignite with need.
“I missed you too,” he says against my lips as he carries me into the house. Chuckling, he adds, “And I probably just broke all the eggs I was gonna make you for breakfast.”
“You can buy more later,” I tell him with a nip to his bottom lip. “All I want right now is you naked and inside of me.”
“Your pussy’s not too sore from last night?” he asks.
“A little, but I can think of a few other places on my body for you to put your cock,” I tell him.
“Fuck, yes,” he agrees before he attacks my mouth again.
“And I’ll take that as my cue to take off,” Abe says as he passes by us on the porch steps.
Neither Chase nor I even pause a second in our kiss to tell him goodbye, not until his bike revs up. Glancing over, I watch him kick up dust and a few rocks as he drives off.
“Where’s your bike?” I ask Chase when he carries me the rest of the way inside the house.
“At the clubhouse,” he answers.
“I want you to take me for a ride,” I tell him.
“You can go for a ride on this cock,” he replies as he squeezes my ass to grind me down over the bulge behind his zipper.
“I wanna ride both,” I tell him as I kiss my way up his neck and we go to the kitchen. “Maybe at the same time again.” Whispering in his ear, I ask, “Do you remember how good it was that night we fucked on your bike?”
“God, yes,” he groans. “How could I forget? It was the last time I was inside of you before last night. I came so hard…”
He tosses his grocery bag on the counter and then starts to set me down on the kitchen table.
“Put me on my knees,” I tell him.
“No,” he says, drawing me up short. Before I can ask why not, he reaches for the sides of his shirt that I’m wearing and pulls it over my head. “First, I’m gonna eat your pussy.”
“Why can’t we do both?” I ask as I unzip his jeans. Chase still doesn’t wear underwear, so once the denim falls to his knees, his long, hard dick bobs free.
Shoving the shorts I’m wearing dow
n my legs, I scoot back just a little on the table and turn around to hang my head off the edge. I fist Chase’s length to bring the blunt tip to my mouth.
“God, I’ve missed your lips stretched around my cock,” he says, letting me suck him a few times before he leans over and spreads my raised knees apart to lean over and bury his head between them. His beard tickles my stomach and his tongue circling my clit feels so damn good that it takes me a minute to recover before I can take him deep into my throat again.
As soon as Chase adds a finger inside of me, I start coming. But I no longer have to worry about sucking him because his hips pump in and out of my mouth the way he needs. It’s a little rough, and I almost gag a few times, but I still love it, making him lose control. I hate knowing that other women have been taking care of his needs because I wasn’t there to do it. I want to show him that I can make him feel even better than they can.
“God, that’s good, sweetheart. I’m so…fucking…close,” he tells me through panting breaths before he thrusts deep one last time and fills my mouth with his hot release. “Fuck, I can’t stand up,” he grumbles as he drops to his knees on the kitchen floor.
I start to roll over and get up when Chase jerks on my hair to pull my mouth down so he can cover it with an upside-down kiss. When he pulls away, he says, “I’m a fucking asshole.”
“What?” I ask, finally rolling over to get up on my hands and knees, so I don’t have to keep looking at his face upside down.
“I had the girls at the club suck my dick while you were on the news.”
He did what now?
When I realize what he’s saying, I bite down on my lip to keep from smiling.
“That’s…sort of sweet, I guess,” I tell him.
“It’s fucked up is what it is,” he says as he pulls himself up using the edge of the table and then fixes his jeans.
“A little bit,” I tell him. “I thought of you whenever I was with someone else,” I admit.
“I don’t want to hear about you and other men,” he says, scrubbing a hand down his face and shaking his head.
“They weren’t very good,” I assure him. “Or as big as you.”
Giving me a small grin, he says, “Well, I guess that’s okay then.”
“You’re the only man who’s made me come while we’re fucking,” I add. “Probably because I made them all use condoms, which desensitizes everything.”
“I fucking always use condoms,” Chase informs me. “You’re the only woman I ever trusted not to lie to try and get knocked up.”
“That would be a shitty thing to do,” I agree as I swing my legs around and climb down off the dinner table. Chase’s parents would be scandalized if they knew we went down on each other where they had family dinners.
“The club girls are desperate to be someone’s old lady,” he says. “I wouldn’t put it past one of them.”
“Are the other guys as careful as you?” I ask.
“No. And they’re idiots,” he replies with a chuckle. “Now how about I see if there are any eggs still in one piece and make you breakfast.”
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him. “Thanks for not knocking anyone up while we were apart.”
“Thanks for not getting knocked up while we were apart,” he tells me, then slaps my bare ass. “Put some clothes on and quit distracting me before we both starve to death.”
Laughing, I walk over and pick up the black Savage Kings tee and put it on again with nothing else.
“The bearded skull looks sexy as hell on you,” Chase says when he looks over and sees me dressed again. “You were made to wear it.”
“Do any of the other guys have old ladies?” I ask.
Getting out the pans he needs from the cabinet, Chase says, “Torin’s married. I think I mentioned that the other day. Kennedy is expecting their son any time now.”
“You’re gonna be an uncle!” I exclaim. “That’s so exciting.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to meet him. Kennedy’s huge, so it shouldn’t be much longer.”
“Good for them,” I say.
“Then there’s War. He has a former old lady who’s fucking insane, so he has sole custody of his three-year-old son.”
“Wow,” I mutter. “I bet it’s not easy being in the MC and having kids.”
“This shit the last few days is not the way we normally do things,” he says, reaching into the grocery bag to pull out the eggs, a pack of sausage and a can of biscuits. “Usually it’s pretty calm. All I know is that things are probably gonna get worse before they get better.”
“Was the highway guy the first one you…you know?” I ask.
“First man I killed? Yeah,” he answers. “After that, shit just started snowballing out of control with Hector.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “The last few days have been big news days. Speaking of which, I need to go to work this afternoon.”
“Call in sick, sweetheart. At least through the weekend,” Chase says, turning away from the kitchen counter to cross his arms over his chest. “Torin asked me to give him a little time to figure this fucking mess out. If that doesn’t work, I’ll take care of Hector myself. Then it’s back to normal.”
“Right, back to normal after you kill the bad guy,” I say like it’s that simple.
“Please take some time off,” he asks again, even pulling out a please. “I need to keep you here, with me.”
“And how do you plan to convince me to stay?” I ask with a grin.
“I have my ways,” he replies before he turns around and gets back to work, knowing I’ll cave.
“Can we go to the clubhouse and then take your bike out?” I ask.
“Yeah, I can take you to the clubhouse,” he agrees. I wait for him to mention the bike, but he doesn’t say anything further about it, just like he dodged my question about taking me for a ride earlier.
I get the feeling that Chase is still thinking about the wreck that happened years ago and is worried about having me on the back of his bike again.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to convince him to change his mind.
Chapter Nineteen
Chase
After breakfast, Sasha and I went back to bed, but not to get any sleep.
Everything was going great too, until I took another quick shower. I walked back into the bedroom just as Sasha was ending a phone call with someone. When I asked who she was talking to, she simply told me it was work stuff.
I didn’t push her because things are so fucking good between us. But it’s been an hour, and Sasha’s barely said a few words to me. Something’s on her mind; I just don’t know what.
“You okay?” I ask her as I cut the engine on my truck in the Savage Asylum parking lot.
“Yeah,” she answers. Glancing over at the neon sign on the building, she says, “Guess I’m a little nervous about going in and seeing the women who took my place.”
“No one could ever take your place, sweetheart,” I tell her honestly. Reaching over the console, I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles. The gesture may not seem like much to her, but in the MC, the only hand a King kisses is his queen’s – his old lady’s. It’s how the other brothers know that a woman’s been claimed by a member to make sure they show them some respect, unlike the club sluts who get shared like public domain.
“Come on,” I say, letting her hand go so we can get out. Before we walk through the door, I grab Sasha’s hand again, intertwining our fingers, then step into the bar.
No shit, the whole place goes silent, other than the jukebox playing a rock song through the speakers. Every head turns in our direction; jaws are gaping, eyes are about to bulge out of their sockets. It’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Everyone meet Sasha. Sasha, meet everyone,” I say since we seem to have the floor.
“Hi!” she says with a grin and a wave. Wearing her leather pants and sexy shirt again, it’s easy to see why she has every man
’s eye in the room. The jealousy wafting off the women is so thick I nearly choke on it.
I lead her up to the bar, hoping the onlookers will fucking get on with it already and stop staring.
“What can I get you?” Turtle asks. He’s an older fellow, my dad’s age and balding. While he’s never been patched in as a member, he’s been a hang-around for twenty years now. He helps Fast Eddie, our oldest member, with his salvage yard business and towing company, which means the Kings keep them busy. A few nights a week Turtle also bartends for the hell of it.
“Beer?” I ask Sasha.
“Sure,” she agrees. “Bud Light.”
“Two Bud Lights,” I tell Turtle.
“Coming right up,” he replies.
“Chase,” Maddox says when he steps up to me at the bar. “Torin needs to see you.”
“Fuck,” I mutter. Not ready to let my brother meet Sasha yet, I ask her, “Will you be okay up here?”
“Yeah, sure. Go,” she says. “I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl.”
“I know, but I’ll have Maddox stay with you,” I tell her.
“I don’t need a babysitter, Chase,” she groans, hopping up on the bar stool with a roll of her blue eyes.
“Don’t let her out of your sight,” I warn Maddox before I give Sasha a quick kiss on the lips.
…
Sasha
“If looks could kill,” I murmur to Maddox between sips of my bottle of beer. “Well, then I think you and I would both be dead; you simply because of your proximity to me.”
“The claws are definitely gonna come out,” he agrees before he spins around on his stool when three blonde women walk up to me. I’m pretty sure that my flimsy shirt has more material than the three of their outfits combined. One is wearing a fishnet stocking dress, for chrisssakes, which means her nipples are poking out two of the holes.
“Can I help you, ladies?” I ask with my most pleasant, friendly reporter smile in place.
