Vengeance Road

by Christine Feehan

  She smiled at him. “Another fantasy?”

  She was his fantasy. “Like having you any fucking way I want you, woman. I want you spread out on that table, legs over my shoulders. I’m going to take you hard, Breezy. The table was built for that. Fucking you hard.”

  “I thought it was built for dinners. Formal occasions.” Even as she teased him, she stripped, shedding the denim and her underwear.

  “This is a formal dinner. My cock is starving right now. Get your ass over here and take it out. Want your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass.”

  She moved to him immediately, knelt, her hands undoing his belt buckle, the one with Torpedo Ink written across it. She pulled down his zipper slowly and the relief was tremendous. “All three? Right now? While Czar’s waiting?”

  Her breath was on his cock. Warm. Tempting. He didn’t wait. He pushed between her lips, enjoying the way his girth stretched them. She was wearing lipstick, and it made for a sexy pink circle surrounding his cock. He let her tongue lash at him and her mouth tighten and suckle, but only for a moment, just so she could get him wet with all that hot heat she generated. His hips began a fast rhythm, sliding in deeply and out again, over and over. He watched her eyes. Watched her take him. Swallow him. Give him that because he asked her to.

  He’d already asked Ink to tatt him. Right above his cock, on that last ripple of ab muscles, so when she was on her knees looking at him, she would see I love only Breezy. He was scheduled for that next week. He had several places he planned to give that to her. But right now, when his cock was going deep, strangled in that perfect paradise, he wanted the first one right there, so she’d wake up to it every morning.

  It didn’t matter that he’d taken her that morning, in bed, and again, on the dishwasher, his balls were burning hot, and he had to stop before it was too late. Next time, he vowed, he’d get what he wanted. He’d take his time with her and let his body recover so he could do his favorite thing, moving from one tight place to another on her, claiming her completely.

  He pulled out of her and tugged her up. Catching her around the waist, he put her on the table, right in the middle, under that chandelier. The lights instantly made her skin glow, spotlighted her breasts and, when he yanked apart her thighs, illuminated her pussy, making his cock lengthen and widen even more.

  He crawled up on the wide, thick table, wedged himself between her legs and took his time getting to his goal. He kissed his way to her breasts and sucked, bit and licked until she was squirming. Both her hands cupped her breasts, offering them to him. He took his fill and then kissed his way down her body, his tongue lashing at her bare mound. He’d helped her shave it their first night home. He loved the way there was nothing between his tongue and her body. The way she tasted was his own personal aphrodisiac. He fucking loved eating her out. It was one of his favorite things to do.

  He took his time before he finally knelt between her legs and lifted her bottom, slamming home without preamble. She cried out, that little low moan that always got to him, and then he was pounding into her. She felt like she was surrounding him with a tight glove of fire strangling his cock. The chandelier shone down on their joined bodies and he watched as he disappeared into her, as her body swallowed his and then he pulled back almost to the very end before slamming deep again.

  The table was hard, and he pulled her legs up over his shoulders and let himself take her the way he needed. It was as perfect as it could get, and he didn’t want it to ever end. Each time either of them was close, he stopped and took deep breaths, sometimes working her ass, turning it pink with his hand, feeling the wash of her liquid heat with every smack. Her little mewls and keening cries added to the volcano building in his balls.

  Then he was there, unable to stop it, and he took her over the edge, using his thumb on her clit so the tidal wave took her as his cock swelled and jerked in her. He felt the splash of his hot seed triggering deeper and stronger waves through her body. He rode it out on his knees, watching her face, drinking in that look. For him. All his.

  When he could breathe, he set her feet carefully on the table and leaned down to kiss her belly button. “Is that enough reassurance for you, baby?”

  Eyes on his, still struggling for air, aftershocks shaking her, she nodded. “Yes, honey. Thank you.”

  “You need anything I’m not giving you? You’d tell me if I was fucking up again, right?”

  She nodded. “I don’t care about the truck that much, Steele. It isn’t a big deal to me, but when something is, you’ll be the first to know.”

  He felt the grin start somewhere around the vicinity of his cock. He fucking loved her. That was going on his body for her to read right under the tatt over his heart. I fucking love her. Gentle now, he helped her off the table.

  * * *

  • • •

  The bikes were parked in a long row out in front of the clubhouse when they arrived. Breezy glanced at him but didn’t say anything, and he was grateful. He didn’t have the answers for her or for himself to any questions she might ask—like why he didn’t ride his Harley and let her bring their son in the monster truck. Those were his issues, not hers, and he appreciated that she didn’t push him. He needed time. He got Zane out of his car seat and handed him to Breezy. The boy was getting to be tall. He was going to have Steele’s height.

  Czar asked Steele to bring Breezy and Zane to the meeting with Inez and Frank regarding the new grocery store for a good reason. No one could resist Breezy. She had a look that told others she had joy in her. She was exactly what Czar needed to convince Inez and Frank they were just a bunch of men who loved riding motorcycles. Inez and Frank weren’t born yesterday, but it was easy to see them relax around Breezy and Zane.

  Inez was a beloved icon in Sea Haven. She was known by everyone, and she knew every family personally. If they could get her to front their store, even for a few months, then they would have a better chance of being accepted by the community. Already she called the Torpedo Ink members her boys. Weirdly, they all liked it. Maybe Savage was an exception, but he didn’t count. No one could tell what he was thinking, and he didn’t say.

  Blythe was good friends with Inez, and she’d had Frank and Inez to dinner when they’d first approached them concerning the business venture. Czar felt it would be too blatant using her friendship again, but if Steele brought Breezy and Zane with him and introduced them just before the meeting, it would seem more like family had just dropped in.

  Steele could see that Inez was very taken with Zane, but then who wouldn’t be? After a few minutes of animated conversation, he signaled to Breezy to take the child out, so they could get down to business. Zane had worked his magic, as had his woman, showing Inez and Frank that they were a family like any other.

  “What’s it going to take to get you to come in with us as a partner?” Czar asked, leaning across the table.

  They conducted the meeting in the common room, where their visitors would be the most comfortable. After seeing Czar and Blythe at home, they wanted Inez and Frank to be inside the clubhouse, so they could see the club wasn’t hiding anything from them. As a rule, their clubhouse wasn’t open to the public, not even during the parties between clubs. This was different. It was a business venture, pure and simple.

  “I don’t really have anything to bring to the table,” Inez said, regret in her voice. “I want to help you out, Czar, I really do. Our partner, Jackson Deveau, has the money in the store. I was up front about that. He’s law enforcement, you’re a biker club. With regret, he can’t come in on this deal.”

  “You did point out that we’re not 1-percenters.” Steele indicated his cut. “There isn’t a patch anywhere on our jackets, and we’ve never been in trouble.”

  Inez nodded. “I understand. He’s just very careful all the time. It’s his way.”

  Czar nodded. Steele and Czar had already discussed their response, since they wer
e certain Deveau would pull out. That made sense. They’d put it to a vote and the club—Savage included—had voted to bring Inez and Frank on board. Czar had a plan, and his plans had never failed. Not once.

  “We’ve got the money for the start-up,” Steele explained. “Money isn’t a problem. All of us saved everything so we could put down roots. I’ll be honest. We need your face. We need you to actually work the store, so the locals feel comfortable coming in. We’re aware that’s going to be a hardship on you.”

  Inez glanced at her husband. He remained silent while she spoke. “How long would you want us to work in Caspar?”

  Czar tapped the table. “We thought three months, but you may have a better idea of the time it will take to get the locals comfortable with shopping here in Caspar.”

  “The idea isn’t to take business from the store in Sea Haven,” Steele reminded. “Or you. That’s why we want you to have an interest in the one here. We need you more than you need us. We use the name of your store and your familiar face, you train one of our people to manage the store, and you oversee it. You’re providing the labor. We’re just providing money.”

  Inez nodded, but Frank reached out and very gently took her hand. “We would have to pay someone to work our store for us.”

  “We’ll pay them,” Czar assured. “If you’re interested at all but don’t like the terms, Absinthe,” he indicated the third Torpedo Ink member sitting at the table, “is our attorney, and I’m certain everything is in order.”

  Absinthe was their negotiator for obvious reasons. He could persuade anyone to do anything and he could always compel truth. Code had given him the necessary background and schooling to become a lawyer on paper as well as on the Internet. He had the credentials, and it looked as if he’d passed the bar the first try. Like Transporter, he could read over twenty thousand words a minute and absorb the material.

  “I drew up the papers for a partnership and suggest that you consult your own attorney. Have Deveau look at them as well, as he’s in partnership with you in the store in Sea Haven and has to sign off on the use of the name here in Caspar.”

  Inez took the papers and handed them to Frank. “We really appreciate the opportunity and we’ll get back to you fast. Did you have someone in mind for running the store?”

  Steele fielded that one. “Lana eventually wants to have a clothing store but said she’d learn from you while she plans out her shop. Once we find someone who would like to settle here, and we feel he or she would be good, Lana can train them.”

  Inez nodded briskly. “I’ve worked with quite a few people, many that have come and gone over the years. I’m fairly good at choosing the right person. If I’m a partner, even a very junior one, I’d like to be in on the interview before you settle on someone.”

  “Of course, Inez. You let us know what you need to make this work,” Czar said.

  Alena came in, followed by Ice and Storm carrying trays. “Refreshments?” Alena set a platter of lemon-raspberry tarts on the table and added coffee for Frank and tea for Inez. “I wanted you to taste these, Inez. Frank. I would love your opinion.”

  Ice put coffee in front of Czar and Steele. Storm gave Absinthe coffee and put the milk and sugar on the table beside the tarts.

  Alena sank into a chair beside Absinthe. “We’re getting ready to open my restaurant. I’m having more trouble finding the right people to work for me than I did getting the permits for the building and business.”

  Inez sighed. “That’s the way it is here. No one seems to want to work that much, at least not unless you can pay them money you can’t afford and they’re not worth.”

  “It’s a real problem,” Frank agreed.

  “I really like the way you’re resurrecting this beautiful place,” Inez said. “It’s nice to finally see businesses thriving, even if there’s only a few. I see Bannister’s motorcycle parked at the bar every time I drive by. He’s a good man, Czar.”

  Czar nodded. “He’s good friends with Anya. She looks after him, makes sure he eats now and then and is fine to drive home.”

  “His son is not a good guy,” Frank spoke up. “Watch him if he starts coming around. He gambles, and not just a little. Borrows money from everyone and then can’t pay it back. Hits his father up by telling him someone’s going to kill him if he won’t get the money for him. Bannister sells everything and gives him the money and then his son gambles it away. It’s been an ongoing cycle for a while.”

  Inez exchanged another look with her husband. “We’re not just gossiping, Czar. If your Anya has any influence, see if she can find out if Bannister’s son has moved back. We think his son has been beating on him. He’s come into the store a few times with bruises. Black eyes. Said he laid down his bike, but Bannister doesn’t do that. He’s buying groceries for two, things he wouldn’t ordinarily buy. If his son is there, it won’t be the first time he’s hurt that man.”

  “You take this to Jackson?” Czar asked.

  Inez nodded. “We did. He went by Bannister’s trailer and checked on him. Bannister gave him the same story, that he’d laid down his bike. Jackson checked the bike, just in passing, not making it a big thing, but there wasn’t a scratch on the bike.”

  Czar sighed. “You know what it’s like interfering in family. Bannister hasn’t asked for help from us. Not sure I would know what to do if he did, but I’ll give it some thought. And I’ll tell Anya there’s a problem. She’ll keep a close eye. She has a real fondness for Bannister.”

  “Are the rooms above the bar being rented out?” Frank asked.

  “We’re in the process of renovating them,” Steele answered. “They needed a little upkeep and modernization, but we don’t guard any of the buildings where we have work going on, Czar. We might pay someone to sleep in one of those rooms and make certain no thieves or vandals show up in the night. Bannister might be just the man for it.”

  Inez beamed. She leaned over and patted Steele’s hand. “You always come up with good ideas, Steele.”

  “I think you’re snowing me, Inez, since Frank prompted me in that direction,” he replied. “But I’m good with that.”

  “I have to say, Alena, I’ve never had such a fantastic dessert in my life. Not ever. You’d make a fortune selling these. If nothing else is worth eating in your restaurant, people would still come for these tarts.” Inez bit the last bite and chewed it. “Heaven.”

  “I’m so glad you love them,” Alena said. “You can take the rest if you’d like to share with your friends. Maybe they’ll love them enough to come check out my place.”

  “Wait,” Ice said. “You’re giving the leftovers away?”

  “There’s more in the kitchen,” Alena said patiently. “You know that.”

  There was a rush for the kitchen, everyone but Ice and Storm. She put her hands on her hips and faced her brothers. “What did you do with the tarts? You couldn’t possibly have eaten them all.”

  Steele stood up. He pulled out his phone and sent a mass text. “I know exactly where they are. Ice and Storm hid them in their rooms.”

  Phones dinged, and everyone looked down at their screens. Ice and Storm leapt up and took off running. Storm looked over his shoulder, glaring at Steele. “For that, we’re not saving any.”

  Inez burst out laughing. “Those two. When they come into the store, half the female population follows them around.”

  “Don’t point that out,” Alena said. “They already know they’re good-looking.”

  “We would love to take the tarts home and share with our friends,” Inez said.

  “I don’t know about sharing them,” Frank teased her, “but definitely take them home.”

  “When is your grand opening?” Inez asked.

  “Hopefully next month. I’m so excited,” Alena said. “It’s really quite small, just what I wanted.”

  “You’re building up
quite a few businesses,” Inez said. “I’m so glad to see that. Your garage appears to be thriving.”

  “Transporter and Mechanic are very good with motors and custom designs,” Steele said. “The word’s been getting out fast. They’ve got more orders than they can handle, but everyone pitches in to help. We’ve made it a policy to put all locals first, so if they bring their car in, even for an oil change, it gets into the lineup immediately.”

  Inez nodded. “Your tattoo parlor has a very good reputation as well. So many people have come in talking about how good he is and what a great artist he is that I considered getting a tattoo.”

  Frank smiled at her and took her hand. “We’d better go, honey. It was really a pleasure getting to know you. We’ll have Jackson look over everything for us and get back to you as soon as we can.”

  Czar and Steele stood up as well. Absinthe pushed back his chair and leaned across the table to shake Frank’s hand. “We appreciate you considering this. I hope you’ll say yes to our proposal.” He walked the couple out to their car, chatting amicably with them so that Inez’s soft laughter and Frank’s deeper chuckle could be heard.

  Czar smiled with relief. “That’s one more thing we can check off. The money’s too good to pass up and Absinthe subtly worked his magic, although I think Breezy and Zane did the trick from the beginning. How are things going?”

  Steele shrugged. “Don’t know yet. I’m driving myself crazy and she’s beginning to notice.”

  Czar regarded him quietly for a few minutes. He sank back into a chair and indicated Steele sit as well. Steele did. For the first time in over two weeks he was actually relaxed. He was surrounded by his brothers and sisters and they were watching his back. They were watching his family.

  “Not sleeping very well. Everything’s too close. This thing with Zane could have gone either way. Donk and Bridges, well . . . all of them, were fucked up on drugs. If we hadn’t been there, Czar, Donk would have killed Zane. That was his intention. Even Candy was weird. They found drugs in the motel with her, quite a bit, and evidence that she and Lizard . . .” He broke off, shaking his head. “Let’s just say it was a close call having my son kidnapped by fuckers that far gone.”