Fugitive (The Houston Defiance MC Series Book 3)

by K E Osborn

  Kevlar stalks closer, slowly making my stomach flip at the hooded look in his eyes. “I want you to think about me and what I’m about to do to you every time you come into this room.”

  My chest tightens, and my clit begins to throb. My breath catches in my throat as I clench my thighs together looking up at him. “What are you gonna do to me?” My voice comes out as a breathy whisper while color blooms on my neck and moves up to my cheeks.

  “Turn around and pull down your panties… slowly,” he demands.

  A sudden rush of something flows through me—excitement, a thrill of euphoria—I have no idea. I haven’t had a man be so alpha with me in a very long time, and I’m enjoying the rush. So, I do as he says. His dominant tone only striving to make my panties wetter. I spin from the desk and thread my fingers through the top of my jeans. I peer over my shoulder, looking him straight in his eyes while I slide them and my panties down my legs. Standing, I kick them to the side. His eyes wander over my naked lower half in awe, the bulge against his pants is painfully clear. I love the fact I can do that to him.

  Kevlar takes a step closer, the energy in the room is popping. Every hair on my body is standing on end. There’s a magnetism, a force that’s pulling me to him. It’s surging, it’s coursing, and making it damn near impossible for me to hold myself together, especially because we could get caught at my new place of work. But somehow, I’m keeping focused. His eyes are so dark now, they’re almost black. He’s so fucking good-looking, it slays me while his eyes drink me in.

  “Lay over the end of the bench. Hold on tight,” he demands.

  With a grin, I move over the edge and lay, so my ass is on full display. My chest is over the bench as I hold on waiting for whatever he has in store while my pussy throbs in delight.

  I’m a twisted bitch.

  “I’m going to slap you three times, Jovie. Do you understand?” His voice is rich, dark, heavy with lust as he moves in behind me, his hand sliding onto my ass cheek and caressing my skin tenderly.

  “Why three?”

  “Third time’s a charm. You’ll see,” he instructs. His hand moves down and parts my legs a little more. My stomach squeezes in appreciation as his finger slides up and down my wet folds. A throaty groan murmurs from his chest as he slides his finger onto my clit and presses hard.

  I jolt, closing my eyes, relishing in his touch. Needing just a little more, I push back, and he obliges, pressing hard, circling a little. My hips begin to rock needing more when suddenly, a loud slap resounds through the air, followed by a harsh sting on the lower part of my ass. I jar against the bench letting out a puff of air at the severe sting. It was painful, but because of where he slapped, it was that point of pain that turns into pleasure. My hands ball into fists, and my breathing becomes labored.

  “Fuck… you’re so reactive.”

  I let out a louder whimper, then he rubs the slapped area briefly, followed by another strike which forces me to outwardly moan this time.

  My head turns on the bench as the pressure builds inside of me, so much so, I can barely stand it.

  Slap.

  “Oh God,” I call out, and suddenly he flips me over, yanking me up, and our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss. My legs wrap around his waist, needing him, wanting him. My hands dip between us, and I frantically undo his belt, and he shuffles his pants and briefs down. They fall around his ankles. His massive cock springs to life, and I don’t even care about a condom right now, I just need him. I’m on the pill anyway. He obviously doesn’t seem to care either, grabbing and yanking me forward, my pussy lining up with his cock. The need, the want in us both is so high right now, all we want is to be joined, so my logical brain has flown out the window.

  His fingers dig into my ass as he thrusts up inside of me forcefully. I moan out while he fills me completely. He’s so big it takes me a second to adjust, but he’s moving so fast I don’t have time to gather myself. We’re fucking hard, fast, and furiously against the workbench as his lips move back to mine.

  And fuck me, if this high isn’t damn near euphoric.

  He’s perfect as he thrusts up at the exact right angle. My legs wrap around him so tightly, needing to draw him in closer. My hands gripping tight while I ride him.

  Kevlar pounds into me hard, unrelenting, thrust after thrust. Who knew fucking at work could be this intense? I know we do it hard. I know we do it fast. What I wasn’t counting on was the power emanating from this one transgression, the energy coursing through me, the wave of emotion I’m feeling as he fucks me, and the connection I feel to him. Sure, we haven’t gotten to know each other deeply, but there’s definitely some sort of flow surging through us, heightening this for me.

  The energy is off the charts, while I moan enthusiastically into his mouth.

  Kevlar’s right here with me as we ride this wave together. His thick cock pulses inside of me. He thrusts up higher, and I grind down on him, hitting just the right spot. My eyes clench tightly as a heat invades every inch of me, the fire burning and igniting a passion within.

  He thrusts again, a low growl erupting from his chest letting me know he’s close. My back begins to arch. My nails dig deep into his back. The pressure is building inside of me. He thrusts again making me moan into his mouth as we kiss. The tension mounts, lights dance behind my eyes, and then it hits like a torrential downpour. A river of explosions fires off one after the other as I erupt in a cacophony of delight. My lips break free from his, needing some air as my head rocks back in the throes of passion.

  His lips rush forward taking my neck as his next victim. He bites hard on my skin, sure to leave a mark, riding out my orgasm while he continues to unrelentingly pump inside me.

  After I come down a little, I begin to work with Kevlar to keep him going, and I feel him starting to stagger. I know he’s close, so I tighten my muscles to bring him closer to the edge, and it works. He groans low, deep, and throaty, then he jolts, his hot cum exploding inside of me. He stills, his fingers gripping tightly into my skin while his teeth clamp down hard, making me wince out in pleasurable pain.

  My breathing struggles to catch. Our movements still, and he leans against me on the bench, trying to take some of the pressure off his weight. He pulls back, looking into my eyes and gives me a small smile. My hand comes up and gently caresses his cheek in a more tender moment from me. His lips turn into a full-blown smile, then he shakes his head.

  “Shit…” is all he can muster and then rests his forehead on mine with a slight chuckle.

  I pant, completely out of breath. “You were right, third time was a charm.”

  He lets out a small laugh just as the handle on the door begins to rattle. My eyes widen, and Kevlar pulls out of me as I jump down from the bench. Grabbing for my clothes, my heart races frantically in my chest.

  “Hello? Who’s in there?”

  I giggle but whisper-quiet as Kevlar pulls up his jeans, and we make ourselves presentable.

  “Do I look okay?” I whisper to him.

  He smiles. “You look beautiful.”

  “Hey, open up, or I’m calling security!”

  Kevlar nods, then we walk to the door, and I open it with a bright smile. “So sorry—”

  “You’re not supposed to be in here. Why was the door locked?” The tall, snobby looking man asks, darting past us into the room to check it out.

  I grimace, grabbing Kevlar’s hand and start walking away. “It accidentally locked when we came in. We were just taking a tour, nice place you got here, though. Okay… well… bye,” I ramble, taking off quickly with Kevlar rushing by my side.

  As we race past Finley’s office, she’s standing by her door, arms crossed, watching with a slight amusement on her face. “Goodbye, Jovie.”

  “Bye, Ms. Knight, I look forward to working with you.”

  Kevlar and I race to the elevators, frantically pressing the button. “Holy shit! Do you think they know?” I ask.

  Kevlar grins widely. “With the way Fin was
smirking, I’d say yes.”

  I grimace, placing my head in my hands in embarrassment. “Great! Not even on the job yet, and I have a black mark against my name.”

  “And a red mark on your ass,” Kevlar quips while ushering me into the elevator.

  Oh damn! Some great first impression.

  I wrap my arm around his waist—at least we found time to be together. Now we can go home and spend time with the kids. Because that’s so fucking important, and honestly, I really freaking love it.

  KEVLAR

  One Week Later

  Today, I picked up Sadie from school and Lucas from daycare, then took them over to Ethan’s for a catch-up. He was dying to see them, Lou too. So, we’ve spent the late afternoon with them before we head back to the club. It’s been good to spend some quality time with our family.

  The kids are off playing with Lou while I sit with Ethan in the backyard going over some details.

  “So, is he still having the nightmares?” Ethan asks.

  “Not every night, but the first night was the worst. He was in my room when it happened. He’s back in his room now, but we put a monitor in there so we can hear them when we go to bed, just to make sure. He’s had three episodes this week.”

  Ethan rubs the back of his neck. “You think we need to do something about that?”

  “Yeah, it’s part of the reason I came tonight… would Lou know anyone through work who can help with this kind of trauma? A child therapist or something? Someone she recommends?”

  “I’ll find out for you. Have her get the best fucking doctor in Houston. We need to nip this in the bud, Liam. We don’t want him traumatized for the rest of his life.”

  “Couldn’t agree more. We should probably send Sadie, too, just to be sure.”

  Ethan slumps into his chair. “This is all on me. I should have had someone guarding the fucking house.”

  I reach out, gripping his shoulder. “We got the kids back. That’s all the matters.”

  A low growl vibrates from Ethan’s chest. “There are still no leads on the assholes who took them, though. Anything on your end?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Would you tell me if you did find something?”

  “Probably not. But honestly, we’ve got fucking nothing. It’s eating at me. Every. Damn. Day. I just want to find whoever took them, and…” I don’t continue.

  Ethan lets out a long breath. “I get it. I’ve never understood that line of action before. I have always been a man of justice. You book them, they pay for their crime through the courts. But after seeing the kids huddled together in the freezer…” he pauses, closing his eyes for a moment, “… yeah, I wanna find them and kill them, too.”

  My eyes widen as I turn to my blood brother. I’ve never heard him talk like this. “Ethan, don’t go doing anything stupid. Leave that for the club. You have a beautiful wife to think about.”

  He scrubs at his face, letting out a long exhale. “You’re right. Fuck! I know you’re right. This is messing with my head, Liam.”

  I lean over, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and pull him to me. “Don’t throw your life away. You think for a second you’re gonna pull the trigger or something crazy, you call me.”

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks… this has helped.”

  “You want me to stay the night?” I ask.

  “No, don’t be stupid. You gotta get the kids back to have dinner and get them into bed. A routine is what they thrive on, Liam. You don’t have to mess it up because of me. Lou’s good at keeping me straight.”

  “You sure? I hate leaving you like this.”

  “Honestly? Yeah, I’m fine… talking to you has helped. Just getting that off my chest has made me feel better, like I’m not going fucking crazy.”

  “You’re not going crazy. Seeing the kids like that ripped me to shreds. It did the same to you, too. So, I know exactly how you’re feeling ‘cause I’m feeling it, too.”

  “I’m glad we’re in a good place. I’m sorry I took the kids from you… real fucking dick move. But in a way, I’m glad because I got that time with them, too. I love them, you know?”

  I grip his shoulder. “I do know… I get it. You were just looking out for them. For your family…” I pause, finding my inner strength. “I forgive you, Ethan.”

  He inhales sharply, dropping his head into his hands like I’ve lifted a huge weight off his shoulders, so I pull him into a man hug.

  The door swings open and Sadie runs out, slamming into our legs, wrapping her arms around us as we hug. “I wanna cuddle!”

  We both laugh, each wrapping an arm around her, Lucas running out as well. “M… m… me hug, too!”

  “For family,” Ethan’s voice cracks a little with his emotion.

  “Yeah, brother. Everything is for family.”

  “This is nice to see,” Lou softly chimes from the back door.

  Lifting Lucas onto my lap, I glance at Lou. “Yeah. It is. But I need to get this little man home. Look at you, you’re wasting away.” I run my hands into his sides tickling him. He bursts into a fit of giggles as he squirms on my lap, jerking to and fro.

  “Daaad! I big and s… s… stwong!” he stutters out through his fits of laughter.

  I stand, taking Lucas with me. “Then we should feed you, so you can lift your Uncle Ethan like I’m lifting you right now.”

  Ethan stands, holding Sadie’s hand as we head back inside the house. Lou’s grabbing all our shit together, ready for us to depart.

  “I’ll lift him so high he’ll be f… f… flying!” Lucas calls out, and I hoist him up over my shoulders.

  “Super cop!” Sadie yells.

  I peer over my shoulder at Ethan. “Yeah, Sadie. He is a super cop. He just needs to remember that.”

  “He does… now it’s time to head home. Be good for dad, okay?” Ethan manages a half-smile.

  “Yes, Uncle Ethan,” Sadie drones.

  I walk up to Lou, leaning in kissing her on the cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”

  She hands me the kids’ toys. “I will. I’ll take care of him.”

  We walk out to the truck and place the kids in their seats.

  “Let me know what Lou says about the counselor for the kids. Maybe she can find someone for you, too?”

  “If I did that, you know the force will review me.”

  “Yeah, I get that, but maybe you need to talk this through with someone—”

  “I just did.”

  “A professional, man.”

  “I’ll think about it, okay?”

  I grip his shoulder, then open my car door. “Keep your head straight, Ethan.”

  He doesn’t reply. I slide into the truck, closing the door, and rolling down the window. I give him a two-finger wave as I start the engine then roll back.

  “Bye!” Sadie yells, right in my ear.

  I grimace, but Ethan smiles, waving to her, and that’s enough to let me know, that for now, I think my brother is going to be okay.

  As I pull out onto the street, I look in the rearview mirror while Lou moves into his side, and he wraps his arm around her lovingly.

  Yeah, he’s going to be just fine.

  Pulling up at the clubhouse, Sadie and Lucas are arguing in the back seat over the iPad and who gets to use it. I roll my eyes, pulling up the parking brake. Then, I turn around reaching for the iPad. “It’s nearly dinner time, so how about neither of you get the iPad until after you’ve eaten?”

  “But Daddy!” Sadie groans.

  “No, but Daddy, anything. You need to learn to share, or neither of you get to play with it. End of discussion.”

  Sadie pouts out her bottom lip, batting her eyes like she’s trying her hardest to cry. My chest squeezes, but I know she’s only putting on a show. This might have worked for Ethan and Lou, but she’s going to need to toughen up.

  “Not today, baby girl. C’mon, they’re gonna have dinner nearly ready in there. You gotta eat all your veggies tonight.”

 
“But—”

  “Sadie, no buts!”

  She folds her arms over her chest in defiance. Letting out a small groan, I turn back to the front, then take in a deep breath, jumping out of the truck and move to the rear to help them out.

  “Lord, have fucking mercy,” I murmur under my breath before I pull the back door open to get Lucas out.

  When I open the door, Lucas is smiling away like he’s happy his sister is getting into trouble and not him. I give him a wink as I unbuckle his belts and place him down on the ground.

  Blake’s walking toward us, and Lucas takes off for his friend. I round the car to grab Sadie, opening the door. She’s still sour-faced as I unbuckle her.

  “You gonna be mad at me all night?”

  “I don’t wanna eat my veggies.” Her tone is so serious, it’s like she’s going to be in tremendous pain if I make her eat them.

  “Baby girl, they’re good for you. They’ll make you grow up big, strong, and healthy… and smart, too!”

  “Smart like Auntie Lou?”

  Gotchya!

  “Yeah… just like her.”

  She exhales dramatically like this is the biggest decision of her life. “Fine! I guess I can eat them a lil’ bit.”

  “Good girl. C’mon, let’s go inside. It’s getting chilly out here.”

  Blake and Savanah step up beside me. “I got ‘em, brother,” Blake tells me, grabbing Sadie’s stuff out of my hands, then gestures for her to follow him.

  I narrow my eyes on him. “What? Why? What’s—”

  “Enough with the questions. You need to follow me,” Savanah exclaims, looping her arm with mine, dragging me away.

  I peer over my shoulder to Blake with the kids, seeing they’re completely fine, and I shrug. “Okay, fine… but what is this, Sav?”

  She ushers me toward the clubhouse. I walk inside on her arm, all my brothers raising their chins at me like they’re all in on this—whatever the fuck this is. We pass by Fox, and he grips my bicep, making me halt. “Just let go and enjoy yourself, okay?”

  I’m confused.

  But I nod as Savanah drags me toward the fire pit outside. We exit to the outside area, and it has been converted into what can only be described as a romantic scene from a movie. The ochre flames of the fire pit flicker and dance, giving the dusky slate hue of the evening an instant warmth. The four wooden posts lining the back are laden with glistening fairy lights that sparkle in the dim light. Teamed with the fire, it gives just enough luminescence to ignite the cookout space, making it cozy and inviting. A small two-seater table sits next to the fire with a single candle on top. Two miniature versions of what appear to be hurricane drinks, plus our voodoo doll sits neatly on top of a tiny motorbike on the table as a decoration. I let out a small laugh, more out of shock and awe than anything as Jovie catches my attention next.