Holiday Havoc

by Winters, KB

  Stitch frowned but mischief lit his eyes as he held up his hands. “I only beat off in the shower and lately it’s to images of Marisol’s sweet little body. Now you, who knows when you last even had a taste of pussy so keep that jackoff arm away from me.” He laughed so loud the sound echoed in the truck and even my own lips started to twitch.

  “Very fucking funny.” We shared another laugh as we drove through the desert. And more fucking desert. Sometime early this morning we’d finally put New Mexico in our rear view and spent most of the day pushing the air-condition less truck through Arizona.

  But Stitch was feeling antsy again like a goddamn kid on a long ass road trip. I knew he had something to say but I decided to wait him out because I didn’t want to fucking talk anymore, I just wanted to get home and see my kid sister. “You can’t blame Marisol for this, Gunnar. It wasn’t her fucking fault.”

  “Never said it was.” Yeah, I’d been an asshole about this thing from the beginning but goddamn, the kid could’ve gotten us killed.

  “You didn’t,” he conceded but his angry undertone was unmistakable. “Not in those exact words but I know you blame her. She came all the way down to Mayhem to warn me that Carlito knew about us and that’s when she told me who he was.” Stitch raked a hand through his long hair, which he’d finally combed thanks to the money Vivi wired us as soon as we crossed the border into the U.S. and we stopped at a drugstore to buy some shit to get cleaned up.

  “Like I said, I don’t blame her. I blame you.”

  “Fuck you, Gunnar!” His fist came down hard on the dashboard. “I can fuck whoever I choose. I don’t see you giving shit to Lasso or Savior, who literally brought trouble to our fucking doorstep. You haven’t even been around and now all you do is bitch and complain.”

  He wasn’t wrong. Losing my mom hadn’t been some big loss for me. She’d barely been a parent to me at all. Hell I was more of a parent to her, picking her up after her latest bender, washing her off and getting her to bed. At least until I figured fighting in wars started by rich men was a way out. But finding out about Maisie had changed my perspective on a lot of shit, especially club shit. I loved my brothers but the constant shit storm was taking its toll. “Yeah well, tough fucking shit, kid.”

  “I suppose you’ve never fucked a chick only to find out later that she had a kid or a husband or a warrant for her arrest? Excuse me, you perfect asshole.”

  “I have a fucking kid to think about, Stitch!” Maisie was all that mattered to me and keeping her safe was my top priority even above the Reckless Bastards MC.

  “So fucking what? Lasso has a kid, Max has two and Golden Boy has a kid. Fuck, even Cross has a soon-to-be stepson and none of them are full-time pricks like you.” He shook his head and turned to the window. “Fine, Gunnar, it’s all my fucking fault. Whatever. How about you stay in Mayhem and I’ll take care of the rest. Asshole.”

  “That’s not happenin’,” I told him honestly but Stitch had finally reached his limit. We drove across Arizona and into Nevada in complete silence and that was just fine by me. I hated talking and I hated emotions and right now, because his girl was in danger, Stitch was a big fucking ball of emotions.

  The sun had already set by the time we pulled into the MC compound and I was dog fucking tired. My ass was sore and my legs were numb and I was in desperate need of a real meal. And a fucking shower.

  The guys—Cross, Max, Savior, Jag, Black, Golden Boy, Lasso and Lex—all came out to greet us. The women were there too, including Vivi who held my smiling kid sister in her arms, Maisie waving one chubby arm my way. That was all I needed and wanted in this moment. “Baby girl,” I said as I approached her.

  “Hey big boy, but you should probably call me Vivi since Jag gets all jealous and shit.” Vivi giggled and nuzzled my sister—nuzzled her—making her laugh. Who knew Vivi had such a soft spot?

  “Very funny,” I grumbled at her, but unlike the other women, she only grinned at my pissy mood as she handed Maisie over.

  “I thought so and Maisie did too, didn’tcha girl?”

  “Vivi!” Maisie blabbered out.

  “Gunny’s back now so give him a big ol’ hug.” This woman had such a smart mouth and an air of mischief about her that I knew Jag would have his hands full with her. But she’d also taken a big hit for the club, so I ignored the new nickname.

  “Gunny!” Maisie’s excited use of the new nickname earned Vivi a glare but she only laughed.

  “Thanks,” I muttered.

  “Don’t mention it. She’s a sweetheart, unlike her brother. Glad you didn’t get killed out there.”

  “Me too,” I told her honestly and held my sister tight. She was almost three years old, talking more each day. Understanding more.

  “Gunny stinky.” Nothing like the truth from a child to let you know where you really stand.

  “Yeah, thanks baby girl.” Vivi took her back so I could rinse weeks worth of dirt, blood and grime off me because those fucking motel showers barely had a trickle of water in them. The shower was short and hot but it felt damn good and I had to pull myself out of it because we were on a clock and that motherfucker was tickin’.

  I was getting too damn old for this shit and more importantly, Maisie deserved more than a life of uncertainty. A life of constant danger. She deserved to have at least one solid and reliable adult in her life and that had to be me. I had no fucking clue if I could be that or how it would look as long as I was part of the MC, but as soon as this cartel bullshit was over, I would have a good long think about it.

  “All right, what do we got?” The guys, and Vivi, had all gathered in the game room of the clubhouse but Jag was suspiciously absent. “Where’s Jag?”

  “Checking out that truck you came in with. He disabled the GPS,” Cross said, sounding tired as hell. “He’s checking for any other electronic devices. Stitch already filled us in on everything. Glad you’re okay, man.”

  Okay was the last goddamn thing I was but that wasn’t the focus right now. “Better now.”

  Cross gave a sharp nod and returned to club business. “Vivi and Jag found out quite a bit about Salinas, but anything you can add will help.”

  “Not much to say. Carlito is a small but crazy motherfucker and he’s a punk ass bitch. Scares easily when his men aren’t around but his main muscle, Guapo seems loyal as fuck. And violent.” That’s all I had to add and it seemed like Stitch had already provided that info.

  “Did you get any hint they were related, Carlito and Guapo?” Vivi’s question seemed deliberate and I wondered what in the hell she was getting at.

  “Kind of, I guess. Carlito gave him preferential treatment but that’s not saying much since the asshole treats everyone like servants.” He must pay his men good money to put up with his shit and the dangers of cartel life.

  “They’re cousins,” Stitch piped in. “I heard them both refer to each other as primo,” he said, his voice quieter than normal.

  “Whoa, look at the kid getting all bi-lingual and shit,” Savior joked and clapped him on the back. Stitch smiled back but it was subdued and it came nowhere near reaching his eyes.

  “Any hints about his real name?” Vivi was all business as she looked at Stitch, who only shook his head in the negative. “Okay.”

  Jag yanked the door open and walked in, handing some black contraption to Vivi who typed out a quick code and turned away from us. He flashed her a smile and a wink before turning to Cross. “Good news is there’s not enough of a heat signature for people to be inside, thank fuck.”

  Cross rubbed a hand over his face. “And the bad news?”

  “There’s an electronic lock on it that has a nine digit code.” He cast a look at Vivi who hadn’t looked up from that little black box for the past ten or fifteen minutes. “Vivi is trying to see if she can crack it but first we need to figure out how many attempts we get before it shuts us out.”

  “Or explodes,” Vivi added without any trace of humor.

  “Is
that a possibility?” Cross was suddenly on alert, his eyes wide and worried since all the women and children were on the compound.

  “I mean this is a cartel, so yeah, it’s always a possibility. Not likely but if you give me a few minutes, I might have some actual answers.”

  Cross bit his tongue and the rest of us tried to keep our laughter inside, while Lasso outright laughed. “Damn girl you have such a smart mouth!”

  “Thanks, Cowboy.” Her phone rang and she turned around, whispering quietly as she reached for her laptop. Instead of returning to business, we all sat there and waited. Jag stood by with a smirk on his face while the rest of us watched and waited, hoping good news was on the way. “Okay,” she said finally and turned to us. “I need about an hour and I might have some answers on that lock. In the meantime, I got confirmation on that birth certificate.” I had an odd feeling of Déjà vu as Vivi told us all about the news reports that had been suppressed and what it meant for Guapo and Carlito.

  “Good job, babe.” Jag pulled her close and kissed her, long and hard and damn near pornographic in front of the whole MC.

  “Anything for you.” Her tone was so soft and sweet, her expression so lovestruck it transformed her face and for the first time I could see what Jag saw in her. “Once we hear from Peaches, I’ll have a better idea how to get inside that truck.”

  Cross nodded and stood again. “And we have to get inside that fuckin’ truck. We can’t risk getting pulled over by the cops or delivering some shit that’ll cause blowback on the MC.”

  “We have about eighteen hours before we have to have this truck in Reno or who knows what the fuck he’ll do to Marisol,” Stitch added, ignoring the glare I sent his way. In fact, he hadn’t looked at me once since we got to Mayhem.

  “Don’t worry,” Vivi said. “Peaches said an hour or less and that’s what it’ll be.”

  “Good, thanks Vivi.” Stitch stood and turned to Savior. “I need some hardware because Carlito can’t be trusted one fucking bit.”

  Savior nodded and stood, clapping the newbie on his back because he just brought up his favorite topic other than Mandy, guns. “Sure thing. You need anything, Gunnar?”

  “Nope. He’s staying here,” Stitch said, again without looking at me.

  “What the fuck, man?” His attitude was starting to piss me off as if we weren’t in the middle of a goddamn war with a fucking cartel.

  Stitch finally looked at me and the glare was so deadly I thought we might have to fight to clear the air. “You don’t want to be involved and now you don’t have to. Like you said, this is my fault which means it’s my fucking problem.” Stitch stormed out just as Vivi’s phone rang and I fought the urge to roar at the chaos around me.

  “Problem, Gunnar?” Cross stared at me, arms folded over his chest and a dark look on his face.

  “Nah, the kid’s just being sensitive. I said some shit to him and I guess it got to him.” It wasn’t anywhere near the truth and Cross’ expression told me he knew it. “We’ll be fine.” I hoped.

  Vivi ended her phone call and talked in quiet tones to Jag before they both took off, likely for the truck.

  Four hours later, Stitch and I were back on the road and headed towards Reno.

  In total fucking silence.

  Chapter Twenty - Savior

  “I can never get enough of you.” The words came out of me on a growl as I looked up at my woman, her sex juices smeared all over my face. Mandy’s pale skin was all flushed and beautiful from the orgasm that I’d just given her. White blonde hair stuck up in all directions since she’d recently let her pixie cut grow out, giving her the appearance of a sexy little nymph. One that I wanted another taste of.

  No, that wasn’t right. I needed another taste of her. So I took it, leaning forward and sliding my tongue between swollen pussy lips before wrapping my lips around her fat, slick clit. “Mmm, babe. Savior, yes!” Those moans, they always got to me and my cock was already hard, ready to slam into her and make her come again because nothing was as magnificent as Mandy coming apart.

  All over my face.

  “Oh, God!”

  Yeah, that was the sound I couldn’t get enough of, so I just closed my eyes and let my lips and my tongue do the work. She was so damn primed from her last orgasm that she shot off like a rocket, fast and out of this fucking world. “Mandy.”

  “Savior,” she grinned as I climbed up her body, dotting her sensitive skin with kisses until I got her mouth. “You’re teasing me.”

  “I am but only because it’s one of my favorite things to do.” I never thought about shit like falling in love, not even when I was falling in love with the woman in my arms, pressing her soft lips to the crook of my neck, but Mandy turned me into someone else.

  She pushed at my chest, her smile full of mischief. “Then it’s only fair that I return the favor, right?” Before I could say another word her lips moved down my body but it was the weight of her tits, the pressure of her hard tipped nipples as they scraped down my body that totally fucking unraveled me. “Mmm.” That hum of pleasure as she fisted my cock, like she was enjoying this as much as me, made me grow even harder.

  Fuck, I was so goddamn hard it took everything in me not to thrust into her mouth and fuck it. The way Mandy gave head, like it was as erotic for her as it was for me, always sent me to another fucking planet. Another world that only reminded me that women like her existed and a few lucky bastards out there—like me—got to experience a passion like this. “Oh fuck!”

  She released me with a smack of her lips and smiled. “That must be the spot,” she laughed and before I could respond she had her lips wrapped around me again, taking me deep. My hips began to move on their own but instead of backing off, she took more of me until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. “Mmm,” she moaned around me and I was lost.

  Gone.

  Adrift in a sea of sensations too powerful to put a name too. Hell, too powerful to do anything but experience them. Experience the feel of her warm, wet lips wrapped around my cock, the scrape of her tongue that sent ripples of electricity through my veins.

  “Fuck. Sweet fucking Mandy.” She moaned like the sound of my voice turned her on, like my cock was the only thing she needed to be happy. “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah.” She took me deep and swallowed, squeezing a vise around my cock until my spine began to tingle. The tip of her tongue slid along the underside of my nut sac and I was a fucking goner.

  My body trembled and convulsed as pleasure erupted out of me. Every pore was on fire while Mandy drank me dry, and then she kept sucking just because the little fucking tease loved to hear me moan. “That almost makes us even.”

  I laughed and pulled her up so we were face to face, side by side, labored breaths mingling together and wearing matching smiles. “If we’re even that means I owe you another,” I told her, making her laugh.

  “Too bad you don’t have the time for that.” Her smile dimmed just a little as worry clouded big green eyes because she knew this time together, amazing as it was, had neared its end. “Be careful.”

  “I’m always careful, babe.” Both of my hands reached around her and grabbed her ass so every inch of her silky skin was flush against me. “Let’s not talk about that now, tell me about your good news.”

  She smiled. “You distracted me masterfully, babe.” Her lips brushed my jaw softly and I shivered. “My chocolate line has done so well that Drake wants me to create a signature box of chocolates for the casino!” Her face lit with happiness and I couldn’t deny that I wore an equally goofy fucking grin.

  “Damn baby, that’s fucking great!” She’d worked hard to get Drake to let her sell her own creations under her name, and it had done so well that she was now the confectioner in all of Las Vegas. “Congratulations. Does this warrant a congratulatory lick?”

  Mandy’s head fell back and soft wisps of blonde hair hit the black pillows in my bedroom at the clubhouse. “I got plenty of licks and gave a lot too so don’t worry. I
t’s really fucking exciting though, right?”

  “So exciting, babe. Feel free to drip the chocolate on me if you need a tester.” Another great thing about falling in love with a pastry chef? All the fucking sweets that were constantly around. “Maybe more of that body paint you made.” That had been a fun fucking night and I could tell she was thinking about it too by the way her skin flushed pink.

  “It was just chocolate, Savior, with food brushes. I’ll break that out when you come back to me. Safe and in one piece.” This woman could slay me like no other.

  “You seriously think I’m gonna let some stupid fucking cartel assholes stop me from making it back to you? There is no one on this fucking planet that could keep me from you.”

  “Good.” She sighed and sat up, turning to me when I sat up beside her. Mandy cupped my jaw with one hand, love and worry written all over her beautiful face. “Because it’s not just me relying on you anymore, Savior.” Her words lingered in the air between us for several long fucking moments, hanging in the air. Thick and terrifying. I knew I was going to be a father and I was still adjusting to the idea.

  “Mandy, babe, say the words. Tell me right out.”

  “We’re having twins. Twins!” She blew out another breath. “I know this isn’t the ideal time to tell you but now it looks like this cartel shit might go on for a while and well, I didn’t want to add to your stress.”

  Oh, fuck that. “Baby you never add to my stress. You are the only person that takes it all away. Always.” All the tension fled her body at my words and I turned into her hand, kissing the center of her palm. “We’re having fucking twins. Two babies. I can’t fucking believe it.” The idea of one baby had me popping antacids like a man on death row, the idea of two was so fucking terrifying I had no frame of reference for it. Not war. Not biker war. Nothing.

  “But you’re happy, right?”

  “Are you serious?” I cupped her face in my hands, smiling so damn big I thought my mouth might split at the corners. “Over the fucking moon!” That was the truth and though I would like to have put a ring on her finger first, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about any of it. “We’re having two fucking babies!”