by Ivy Black
Rollins looks like he wants to say more but wisely gets to his feet and leaves without saying another word. Once the door closes, I go to it and lock it then return to the dining room to find Milo standing there grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat.
“I’m glad you find it so funny. I mean if he actually has evidence—”
“He’s got nothing. Trust me,” he replies. “That was a man desperate to make a case because he’s got nothing.”
“Milo—”
He winks at me. “Let’s go grab something to eat.”
“We’re not going to order in?”
“I feel like taking a ride.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nitro
My bike rumbles beneath me, its throaty growl filling my ears. The night is dark, and the stars shine like chips of a diamond in the velvety black overhead. I breathe deep, savoring the scent of the sea in the air. Even better is the feel of the warm body pressed to mine. Hadley’s arms are wrapped around my midsection, and she’s squeezing me tight. She lays her head against my back and holds me tighter. It reminds me of better times between us—and gives me hope that we can share times like that again.
We stopped at our favorite roadside diner, Dale’s, which is famous for its milkshakes. It’s a place we used to frequent when we were together. Hadley is pretty much addicted to the chocolate and peanut butter milkshake while I usually opt for white chocolate and raspberry.
After dinner, we took a ride. I guess I’m feeling pretty nostalgic tonight for some reason. But also, after dealing with Rollins, I just wanted to get out and breathe the cool night air for a little while. I pull off the highway and head down a narrow dirt road. I haven’t been out here for a while—in fact, the last time I was here, it was with Hadley.
I pull into the small clearing at the edge of the bluff and shut the motor off. The trees and shrubs ring the clearing, screening it from the road, and with nothing but the ocean in front of us, this place is private and secluded. Putting the kickstand down, I climb off my bike then turn around to help Hadley off the back. She slipped her hand in mine as we walked to the edge of the bluff and stopped, looking out over the ocean. The moonlight rained down from above, sparkling off the water, making the foamy shorefront glow and turning the Pacific into a shimmering pool of silver.
“Wow. You’re really breaking out all of the old classics tonight,” she said as she leaned her head on my shoulder. “It’s like a trip down memory lane.”
I shrug. “Better days.”
She turns and looks at me, a small frown crossing her full lips. “You’re kind of scaring me. This little nostalgia tour makes me think you’re not sure about what’s going to happen with Rollins.”
I chuckle. “You’re doing that whole overthinking thing again.”
“Am I?”
“Definitely,” I reply. “I just thought it’d be nice to do some things we used to enjoy together.”
She gives me a sly smile. “Any particular reason?”
“Maybe I’m just tryin’ to get into your pants,” I say. “How am I doin’ so far?”
She shrugs. “I guess we’ll have to see.”
I pull her to me, and Hadley wraps her arms around my waist. I look down at her and smile. The silvery moonlight makes her eyes glitter and her smooth skin glow softly. I run the back of my fingers down her cheeks as the sound of the crashing waves below drift up to us. It’s one of those incredibly perfect moments in time that I want to capture in my mind and never let go.
She pulls back and looks me in the eye, a small, worried frown playing across her lips. I lean forward and give her a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Are you all right? Really?”
She gives me a soft smile. “I swear to you, I’m fine.”
“Okay. If you say so.”
“I do.”
She smiles and turns to back to the sea. We stand there with our arms around each other, just staring out at the ocean. Neither of us speak. We just stand here admiring the view. It’s a gorgeous night and just being here with Hadley is nourishment for my heart. For my soul.
Eventually, the cool chill of the breeze blowing in off the ocean made Hadley shudder. No real wonder given that she was in a dress and a light cardigan. I slipped my leather jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. She pulls it tight and gives me a smile. I turn and walk her back to the bike thinking it was time to get her back home and out of the cold.
I climb onto my bike and reach for Hadley to help her on behind me but she surprises me. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she climbs onto the bike in front of me, straddling me. Hadley leans forward and kisses me, clasping her hands behind my neck. Our tongues swirl languidly around one another, and her mouth still faintly tastes of peanut butter and chocolate, making me smile.
Hadley climbs higher up on my lap, locking her legs around my waist. Our kiss grows hotter and more intense. I slide my hands up her back then grip a handful of her hair and yank her head back. I kiss her neck, making her gasp when I give her shoulder a nip.
Hadley grinds her hip against me, rubbing herself against my rigid cock. Our mouths crash together as she gyrates on me, and even through my jeans, the feeling of her wet center pressed against me sends currents of electricity running through me. As I kiss and bite her neck and ears, Hadley digs her nails into my shoulders, her writhing on my lap growing almost frantic.
I cup and knead her breasts through the fabric of her dress as we kiss, our tongues dancing around each other in her mouth. Hadley reaches down and grips my cock through my jeans, squeezing it hard. I groan as she rubs me through my pants, stoking the flames of my desire for her. She looks into my eyes as she grips and strokes me, her full lips parted, her face etched with lust.
Reaching down, I quickly unbuckle my belt and raise myself up—pulling my pants down just enough to pull my cock out. As I feel Hadley’s small hand wrapped around my staff, gripping me tightly in her fist, I moan. Then she forces her tongue into my mouth as she starts to stroke me. I close my eyes and pull her down into a furious kiss as she jerks me off, making me feel as if my entire body is being consumed by flames from the inside.
I slide my hand up her thighs, slipping them under her dress. She shudders as my fingertips trail up the insides of her thighs, and she gasps when I touch her through the thick fabric of her panties. They’re soaked through already, making me smile. I pull them aside and drive a finger into her, making Hadley cry out softly. And as I pump my finger into her, her body tightens up and she trembles, but she keeps her hand moving up and down on my cock.
I throw my head back, looking up at the stars above as my entire body crackles with a feeling like electricity. She leans forward and bites my neck, making me smile. I look down at her and drive a pair of fingers deep into her, and Hadley cries out and loses her rhythm. She squeezes my staff fiercely and reaches up with her other hand, taking a fistful of hair and yanking it hard.
A salacious grin stretching my lips, I pump my fingers into her hard and fast as Hadley grinds herself against my hand. My bike is rocking beneath us as I thrust my fingers into her dripping wet core. Hadley’s grip on my hair tightens, and her long stuttering cries drift away on the ocean breeze and she throws her head back, her entire body trembling wildly.
I plunge my fingers into her even harder, the feel of her body tightening up around me and the sound of her breathy gasps making me impossibly hard. She’s gripping my shoulder with one hand, her nails digging into me as she pulls my hair even harder.
“Oh God,” she stammers. “Milo, yes, baby.”
She lets out a long, loud cry as her body shakes violently. Hadley leans forward, pressing her forehead against mine, her warm breath washing over me as she cums hard. When the trembling subsides, I slide my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, tasting her sweet nectar. Her smile wavers and her body continues to twitch for several moments more.
Without a word
, she slides the tip of my cock along her wet, soft folds. Hadley kisses me hard as she nestles the head of my staff between her slick lips then slowly slides down, taking me into her. The feeling of my cock sliding along her tight, wet walls makes me moan, the pleasure coursing through me intense. And when she’s fully seated on me, my cock buried deep inside of her, we pause for a moment, both of us reveling in the sensation.
Our mouths crash together, our tongues swirling together as Hadley starts to ride me. She slides up and down on me, taking my cock into her. I slide my hands down and cup her ass, squeezing it as she fucks me. I kiss and bite her neck as I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. Hadley moans as she rolls her hips, my cock sliding against her soft inner walls.
My bike is rocking back and forth as Hadley starts to move harder on top of me. She grips my shoulders and thrusts herself up and down, impaling herself on my rigid cock. I grit my teeth, the pressure building up within me. Being so deep inside of her feels so good that I’m having a hard time holding myself back. I’m not ready for this to end just yet.
The cool ocean wind whispers by us, stirring our hair. The sound of the waves crashing below combine with our moans and cries, filling my ears with an erotic sound that only heightens my passion. My fingers press into the flesh of her ass, gripping her, encouraging her to fuck me even harder. Hadley reaches down and takes one of my hands, moving it up, and puts it around her throat.
A slow, easy grin on my face, I squeeze. And as Hadley rides me and I squeeze her throat harder, her eyes roll back and a long, loud groan passes her lips. We cling to each other, our bodies connected as intensely as our souls are in that moment. She fucks me but I can tell it’s not just sex. It’s something more. Something deeper and more profound. And when Hadley looks into my eyes, I can see that she feels exactly what I’m feeling as well.
She grips my hair tightly as I squeeze her throat, her movements on top of me growing frantic. The pressure inside of me is building, and I feel myself growing to a powerful crescendo. She grips me harder with her inner muscles, making herself even tighter, and I cry out. My cock pulses and then I feel weightless for a moment. And as I erupt, I call out her name.
I press my forehead to her shoulder as my staff throbs within her, filling her with my seed. Every nerve ending in my body feels like they’re on fire as I drain every drop of my passion into her. Hadley’s grip on my hair gets even tighter as she cums again, and we ride out the currents of our pleasure together.
Slowly, our breathing returns to normal though my heart is still hammering away inside of me. Hadley gives me a shaky smile that I return, and we cling to each other. And as I look into her eyes, I feel genuinely happy. Having her back in my life is like having a missing piece put back into its proper place.
“I love you, Hadley. I never stopped loving you,” I tell her. “You don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know where I am.”
A strange look crosses her face but before she can say a word, I press my lips to hers, kissing her hard as the sound of the waves crashing at the base of the bluff fill my ears. I don’t need to hear her say it. Not until she’s ready to actually say the words. But I can tell by the way she looks at me... Hadley feels the same way.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nitro
“Things goin’ okay with you and Hadley?” Spyder asks, a sly smile on his face.
“Yeah, things are fine. Why do you ask?”
He shrugs. “Just asking.”
“You never just ask something.”
He laughs. “You just have this glow about you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I reply with a laugh.
“Hey, I’m just sayin’,” he says. “It’s sweet.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like you didn’t give me a ration of shit when I was getting together with Bellamy.”
“Well, you deserve it. You were walking around like an infatuated little puppy.”
He gestures to me. “Pot, meet Kettle.”
We share a laugh, and I shake my head. We’re sitting in the clubhouse waiting for Blake to give us the all clear. He’s sweeping the room with one of his electronic doodads, searching for any sort of electronic monitoring devices. After Rollins’ visit to my place, I don’t trust that the son of a bitch didn’t bug the place.
“We’re good,” Blake says. “Clear.”
We all let out a small breath of relief. It would have been tough for Rollins to get in here to bug the place. But the thought had gone through my mind that he was working with Grease and I’d mentioned it to Prophet, who tasked Blake with making sure we weren’t being listened to.
His job done, Blake bugs out, leaving me and Spyder alone with Prophet, Cosmo, and Tarantula. Prophet called the Warriors’ president up for a sit-down to go over everything we’d found to this point to ease the tensions that were building between our MCs. Prophet turns to me and nods.
“Okay, let’s hear it,” he says.
“First of all, Rollins paid me a visit last night,” I start. “Wanted me to flip on the club and turn state’s evidence.”
Prophet chuckles and shakes his head. Tarantula frowns and takes a drink of his beer. He hasn’t met Rollins yet, but we’ve filled him in on what’s been going on. We figure that once Rollins is done with us, he’s going to move onto the Warriors. That man seems to have a particular hard-on for MCs in general.
“He says he’s got enough evidence to lock us all up right now,” I add.
“That’s some bullshit,” Spyder says.
“If he had anything, we’d all be locked up right now,” Prophet states. “He’s got shit. He’s bluffing.”
I nod. “That’s what I said. It’s a Hail Mary since he knows he’s going to have to go back to his bosses with nothing but his dick in his hand,” I reply. “But it did make me wonder if he knows about the warehouse.”
Prophet shakes his head. “No way he can. It’s buried under a ton of paperwork,” he says. “Doesn’t connect to us in any way.”
“Unless he squeezed the guy who set it up,” Cosmo adds.
“We’d know,” Prophet replied. “My guy would’ve tipped me off.”
“Fair enough.”
“Anyway, I figured he was bluffin’,” I say. “Just figured you’d want to know.”
He nods. “Yeah, of course. Always good to have too much information than not enough,” he replies. “What else have you found out? You said you had some information on our mole?”
I nod. “Yeah, and you’re not going to like it.”
“Didn’t figure I would.”
“It’s Grease. He’s the mole,” I state. “He’s been selling intel on our shipments—route, strength, all that—to a guy named Zane—”
“Zane?” Prophet asks.
I nod. “Zane Nichols.”
“What do we know about him?” Prophet asks.
“Not a lot, unfortunately,” I reply. “I’ve done a lot of Googling—even had Blake do a deep dive. But this guy is mostly off-the-grid or has some secret life we can’t link him to just yet.”
“Great,” Prophet mutters.
“What we do know though is that Zane Nichols is the leader of an anti-government militia and survivalist group called the Golden State Guard,” I say. “He’s jacking the guns and weed for the money. I guess he’s turning around and selling them.”
“What’s his problem with us?” Tarantula asks. “Why’d he take out my guys?”
Tarantula looks skeptical, as if he doesn’t quite believe me. He’s pissed. Four of his guys are dead so I get it. I’d be just as pissed and just as suspicious if that had happened to any of my guys. So it’s a good thing that I—as the kids say today—brought the receipts.
“From what he said, he wants to pit us against each other with the goal of having us wipe each other out,” I say. “He wants his group to move into the area and doesn’t want to have to fight us straight up for the town.”
“What a pussy,” Spyder says.
Tarantula still looks a bit skeptical. From his perspective, I guess I can understand why. It does seem pretty convenient. But what he’s not thinking about is that we don’t have any beef with the Warriors and no reason to clip their guys. But just to put his mind at ease, I open my laptop and turn it around for them to see. On the screen is the audio and video Blake shot when we tailed Grease.
On the screen are Grease and Zane discussing everything I just told them about. It’s only then, when he is seeing it all play out before his eyes, that Tarantula seems to relax—if only just a little. I let the recording run to the end then close my laptop. Prophet and Tarantula exchange a look, both of their expressions grim.
“That piece of shit,” Cosmo says.
“I’m tempted to go put two in his head right now,” Prophet states, his tone as dark as his expression.
“I want to find this pendejo Zane,” Tarantula growls. “I’m going to cut his balls off and make him eat them before I put a slug in his face.”
Prophet nods. “So we cool then? Now that you know we had nothin’ to do with your guys getting clipped?”
Tarantula nods. “Yeah. We cool, guerro. But when you go after this guy, I want in on it. We deserve to be in on it.”
Prophet nods. “Yeah, you got it. The more the merrier.”
“But how are we going to flush these pricks out?” Spyder says.
“I’ve got an idea about that actually,” I say. “I think I have a way we can scoop them all up at the same time.”
Prophet looks at me. “Talk to me.”
I go over the plan I’d come up with, trying to account for every detail as I saw it. Prophet asked some questions as I laid it out, but Tarantula just listened and nodded, seeming to be going along with it. When I was finished, they looked at each other and nodded then turned back to me.
“Yeah, I think that can work. Let me go over it with the rest of Leadership,” Prophet says. “Let me lay it out for them.”