Chapter Thirteen

Jag

Since Vivi wasn’t eager to give me all the details of what the fuck was going on, I decided to do some digging on my own. I knew Roadkill had a few guys who did freelance wet work, but I still couldn’t find any connection to any of those assholes and Governor Blaise. Three hours and I couldn’t find shit. Less than shit and the person who had all the answers was two feet away from me. Vivi sat beside me with expensive white and gold headphones blaring a tinny guitar sound and that was the only sound she made. Other than the rapid click of her fingers over the keyboard.

“You’re staring.” She didn’t look up and her fingers never stopped. “Stop.”

“I’m not staring. I’m trying to see what you’re doing.” I laid my head on her shoulder and chuckled when she tried to shove me away. “What are you doing?”

“Working. What are you doing?”

“Trying to get this stubborn woman to tell me what she’s hiding from me.”

“What a bitch,” she deadpanned and turned the volume up on her music. I would have pushed the issue, but the doorbell rang.

I wasn’t expecting any company and I didn’t think anyone in Vivi’s life knew where she was. Then again, I had no idea if she even had anyone in her life. “I’ll get that, don’t worry yourself.”

“I won’t,” she shouted over the music in her ears.

“What’s so funny,” Gunnar asked when I opened the door with a chuckle, his adorable little sister smiling up at me from her car seat.

“Nothing. Come on in.”

“Thanks. Take this,” he shoved a frilly looking diaper bag into my arms with a grunt. “Damn kid needs a lot of shit.”

“Wait until she’s a teenager.”

“Yeah, thanks for that asshole.”

“Anytime. Beer? Should you be drinking with a kid?”

Gunnar grunted again and set the baby carrier down on the coffee table. “I don’t drink with her. She watches me drink and I wipe her ass. It’s kind of our thing.”

“So?”

“Beer me,” he said, bent over his sister and removing at least ten thousand different straps that kept her safe in that wicked contraption.

I was already on my way to the kitchen. “Any preference?”

“Something dark,” he shouted back.

“What about you, Vivi?”

“She’s gone,” Gunnar called out, sounding amused.

With two beers in hand, I went back to the living room and found that Vivi had slipped out. “She say anything?”

“Not one word.”

Figured. I wasn’t worried that she’d run off, mostly because I had her key fob. And her steering wheel. “What brings you by?”

“Cross says he might have a lead on those burned out pot fields. Needs you to dig and see if you can find any link to Roadkill.” Cross had been sure it was Roadkill MC from the start, but we had no proof. Yet. “Just do your digital voodoo shit.”

“I’m on it. How are things going with Maisie?” I nodded to the little girl, kicking and squirming in her seat when Gunnar picked her up and plunked her my arms.

“Being a single parent is hard as fuck, man. I give respect to women who do this shit, but I get it. She’s adorable and I fell in love with her the minute Mom put her in my arms. Every day something is different.” Gunnar sighed and his shoulders fell. “It would be nice if I could find someone trustworthy and not afraid of the MC to look after her.”

That was a problem for pretty much everything when you were in an MC. Girlfriends, housekeepers and any other personal care help was hard to come by because people feared the lifestyle. Feared retaliation from criminal wrongdoing and all other variety of bullshit that had no bearing on our lives. Mostly. “You need a professional agency or a personal recommendation.”

“Yeah thanks, Sherlock. I just need to fucking find someone but enough talking about me. How are things with you and Vivi?”

I took a long pull from my beer and told him what I knew. And what I didn’t. “She thinks I’m either working the government against her, or with Roadkill, but I can’t figure out how they’re involved or why she even thinks they are.” It was getting under my fucking skin that she wouldn’t tell me. Hell, she shared my bed but couldn’t share this.

“Do what you gotta do to find out, man. It could help figure out what the fuck Roadkill has been up to.” I knew Gunnar wasn’t trying to be a mercenary, that the club always came first. But it still pissed me off. “And the bullet in the windshield of that hippie mobile?”

I’d told him about our escape from the stakeout. “Another story involving Vivi spying on Roadkill at their HQ.” I wanted to be pissed off at her, but she probably had a point that my presence hadn’t helped in that situation. “Can’t confirm or deny it was Roadkill but it’s a safe bet.”

Gunnar nodded thoughtfully but I knew what was on his mind. He wanted me to do whatever it took to get that information from Vivi. And I would but it would be on my own time. “Keep her close. And get that info however you can.”

“It doesn’t work that like with Vivi.” A guy like Gunnar wouldn’t understand because he was a black and white kind of guy.

“I thought you said you didn’t know her.” Ignoring his accusatory tone, I switched Maisie into my other arm.

“Not since we were kids but there are some things I do know about her and this is one of them. If she doesn’t trust me then I won’t be able to trust any info she gives me. Bad intel is worse than no intel at all.”

“Then make her trust you,” he insisted.

I glared his way. “Hire a damned nanny.”

Gunnar’s scowled deepened before morphing into a smile. “Easier to say, right?”

I nodded and turned Maisie around to face me. She was so damn cute, it made me wonder if I’d ever have kids of my own. I figured it was unlikely, but I still had plenty of time to worry about that. For now I just enjoyed the feel of the baby in my arms. “You can always come stare at my handsome face when your brother’s ugly mug gets to be too much.” She grinned, kicking her chubby little legs as she kissed my nose, though in fairness it felt more like she was gnawing on it, but I didn’t care. Not even when drool ran down my face.

“You wish. No man will stack up to all this.”

We shared a laugh but soon Maisie began to fall asleep and Gunnar stood to leave. “I’ll get with Cross tomorrow if I find anything.”

He nodded and strapped the little girl back into her prison and lifted the seat and the bag. “Sounds good. Get that intel, Jag.”

As soon as Gunnar was gone, my shoulders relaxed. He had me feeling tense and angry and I didn’t like it. Dammit. But there was something, or rather, someone else on my mind and I went in search of her.

The garage and the camper were quiet. Too quiet, so I knocked. Vivi didn’t answer but I knew she was in there because all the doors and windows were locked. I knocked harder. “Open up, Vivi! I know you’re in there!” She still didn’t answer and after a few minutes, I gave up.

About an hour later, I was in my own lab digging through Roadkill MC records, and a text came through from Vivi.

Come back later. For sex.

I laughed and got back to work until the elusive later arrived.

***

Vivi crept into my bed, crawling up from the foot, dotting soft kisses along my skin. She tried to be quiet, stealthy, but I heard her the second she opened the garage door. I guessed her later was sooner than I thought. I heard her as she crept up the stairs, but it was more fun to see what she had planned than to interrupt her.

Her lips touched down on my abs, my hips and up to my pecs where she swiped a tongue across each nipple and it took all of my willpower to keep quiet. That mouth kept crawling up, licking across my collarbone and up my neck until she nibbled my bottom lip and kissed her way over to my ear. “I like this game. Let’s keep it up and see how long it takes you to admit you’re awake.”

That was my moment, to give up but I couldn’t. My jaws clamped tight when her tongue swirled around my earlobe before her teeth dug into my skin. Her laugh was deep and husky as tension snaked its way through my body, and then she fell silent again. The only sound was my heavy breathing, the quiet sound of her lips on my skin, moving down my chest, my abs as she quickly tugged on the waistband of my boxers. My cock was already semi-hard in her hands and getting harder with every slide up and down. The friction was driving me out of my fucking mind. “Ah, shit!”

Her tongue slicked across the slit of my cock and my hips bucked off the bed. She laughed and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sucking like a lollipop at first, using her lips and tongue to drive me crazy. Vivi had issued the challenge and I needed to be the victor but her mouth was a lethal weapon and would be the instrument of my demise.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she slid her lips slowly down the length of my cock until it hit the back of her throat and my body went tight again. Another laugh escaped, vibrating all around me. She did it again, took me so deep I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to her. And her mouth.

“Fuck, Vivi.” She swallowed around me and the friction sent a shiver of greedy desire through me. Her throat closing around the tip of my cock was all I needed to lose control. “Shit,” I groaned and thrust up into her mouth.

She grinned up at me, her gray eyes never leaving mine as she fucked me with her mouth, keeping my dick stiff and standing straight up. Another dare lit her gaze as she crossed her arms behind her back, daring me to fuck that pouty little mouth of hers. I wasn’t an animal, but a man could only take so much.

I couldn’t look away from the way she stuck her tongue out so the underside of my cock got increased friction with every stroke. Her eyes darkened, transformed as I fucked her mouth and slid my cock against her tongue. Melted gunmetal peered back at me, wicked with mischief as she dared me to lose control. “You getting’ wet Vivi, sucking me off?”

She nodded, taking me so deep my hips jerked on their own and she moaned.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. From deepthroating my cock.

“Vivi.” My hips began to move faster and faster and a voice in the back of my mind told me to slow down but I couldn’t. I was physically unable to stop fucking her mouth.

“Do it,” she dared me, her mouth around my dick as if she knew my control was close to snapping.

My fingertips barely held her as I cradled her face, stroking deep into her mouth and down her throat, moaning at the way she kept swallowing around me, adding more tongue and more moisture to send me out of my fucking mind.

“Fucking mouth,” I growled, strokes coming faster and deeper and then her name was on my lips as I shot my load onto her tongue and into her throat. My body jerked violently and Vivi, the little tease, didn’t let up at all. Her tongue and lips kept up a steady torture until every last aftershock left my body.

“That mouth of yours is trouble in more ways than one,” I said on a chuckle.

She laughed and released me with a pop. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”

“Fuck no and you won’t. Now I know the perfect way to shut you up.” Before she could take another breath, I switched our position so my hips and my cock were cradled between her thighs.

Vivi’s creamy legs tightened around my waist. “Are you here for decoration or purpose?”

“Yes,” I told her, fisting my cock in my hand and pumping it twice before I pushed into her. “Fuck you’re always so fucking wet.”

“You might have something to do with that,” she purred back, pussy already fluttering with greed around me. My cock wasn’t fully erect yet, but her pussy dripped between us and he was almost there. She let out a sexy little gasp and I sank deep. Nine inches deep and growing hard as fuck. “Jag,” she moaned and swirled her hips. “More. Fuck me,” she whispered.

My control snapped at her words, her gritty command and I grabbed her ankles, placing them on my shoulders so I could sink even deeper into her hot, waiting body. My hips took on a mind of their own, pounding with a blind devotion I couldn’t describe.

“Jag, yes! Oh fuck yeah,” she shouted. “Please,” she said, gripping me close even while she tried to crawl away from me, and what a fucking heady feeling that was. Vivi’s walls clamped down hard at first, a jarringly violent motion that turned into tiny flutters that vibrated all around my cock while I mindlessly pounded into her.

Her body flooded with moisture and I fucked her harder, hypnotized by the way her creamy tits bounced with every stroke. And then another orgasm crashed over her, milking me until I was bone dry. Her name was on my lips once again as I emptied myself into her.

“Fuck, Vivi.” I collapsed on top of her, chest heaving but I couldn’t move away. She smelled too good and she felt too damn good.

Her laughter echoed in the room. “Gimme a few minutes and I will.”

Her words made me grin and I rolled off her, pulling her close and we fell asleep with our bodies still intertwined.