Chapter Twenty-One
Sledge
Sledge was in desperation mode. He couldn’t get close enough to Beth. He had never been so worried in his life. Going into enemy territory, taking fire, none of that scared him as much as the thought of losing the woman he loved.
Sledge grabbed a handful of Beth’s hair, pulling her head away from his chest. He crushed his lips against hers. He swept his tongue into her mouth; his and hers both fighting for dominance.
Beth was the first to pull away, “I am so sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, still buried deep inside her. “Just don’t do it again.”
Sledge began moving inside of her again. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me,” he told her.
Pushing her back against the wall, Sledge moved a hand to her ass, and the other to her clit. He pushed fully inside of her and rotated his hips.
“Oh my God,” Beth moaned. “Harder, please!” Beth begged.
Moving faster, Sledge started to pound into her. Over and over again. The room filled with Beth’s loud moans.
“Shut up!” someone yelled, banging on the wall.
Sledge stopped moving. His eyes met Beth’s. He watched as her face flushed red, no longer from passion, but from embarrassment. Sledge couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
“It’s not funny,” she whisper-screamed.
Sledge rammed into her again causing Beth to gasp. “Actually, it’s very funny.”
“No it’s not. Oh my God. I am so embarrassed.” She buried her face against his chest.
If she thought that was embarrassing, just wait. Sledge walked them to the wall between the two rooms. “What are you doing?” she asked. Sledge watched as a look of knowing crossed her face.
“Oh no! Devin, we can’t!” she giggled.
“Watch me!” was all he said before he pulled out of her, just leaving the head inside. Then, slammed back into her.
“Fuck!” she screamed.
So that is exactly what Sledge did. Against the wall, the person on the other side of the room let loose a string of cuss words, pounding on the wall to the same rhythm that Sledge set for pounding into Beth.
Sledge grabbed Beth by the hair; he knew she loved it when he was rough. He drove into her, riding the waves of passion that seemed to flow around them. He slowed the pace, then changed their positions. Leaning backwards, he fell into the wall, spreading his legs to keep his balance. He allowed Beth to ride him with his assistance. She raised her hips, then slowly lowered them, rotated on the way down. Beth continued the unhurried ride on his cock. The slide of their bodies was becoming hypnotic. The sensation was euphoric.
“Shit! I’m going to come,” she screamed.
“Oh thank all that is holy. It’s about time!” the person in the other room called.
Beth leaned forward, and bit down hard on his chest. The sensation traveled straight to his balls. He exploded inside of her. “You’ll have to do that again tonight when we go to bed - at home,” he clarified.
“Do what?” she asked, confused.
“Bite,” he simply stated.
“I only did that so the guy next door wouldn’t hear me scream.”
“Too late,” said the guy next door.
“Oh shut the fuck up!” Beth yelled back.
“Rude!” he called back.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Take me home,” Beth said exasperated.
Sledge lowered Beth to the floor and grabbed her clothes from the table. He pulled up his pants, fastened them, then helped her to dress. The sooner he got her out of here, the sooner he could get her home and make love to her correctly.
Grabbing her hand and walking out of the door and across the parking lot. Sledge was on edge. He expected her father to show up at any second. So when he got them both on the back of his bike and pulled away, he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t completely relaxed until they made it back to the compound almost two hours later. The ride home was stressful, always looking over his shoulder.
Stepping off his bike, he was greeted by Reaper, Amber, and Derek. He watched as his son ran across the lot and crashed into Beth.
“Mom, I was so scared!” he cried.
“Oh baby, I told you I would be back.”
“I know, but Uncle Reaper said Grandpa was looking for you. I was so scared he would find you before dad could,” Derek wailed.
Sledge looked over to Reaper, giving him a glare. What was the asshole thinking, telling a child that, Sledge thought?
“He eavesdropped,” Reaper said, seeing the questioning look on Sledge’s face. “Banjo called me after you left. We still have business to discuss, you know if you are finished chasing down your woman.”
Sledge was about to tell him to fuck off, but his sister beat him to it. “Shut up! You would have done the same thing if it was me who left.”
“No, I wouldn’t have. I would have chained your ass to the bed before you had a chance to even think about leaving me.” Sledge had no doubt Reaper would have done just that. Amber must have thought so too because she started laughing and shook her head.
“Okay, enough. What did Banjo say?” Sledge asked, needing to get back to solving problems inside his club.
Reaper raised an eyebrow at him. “Speak,” Sledge ordered.
“Okay, one - I’m not a fucking dog. Just so we’re clear. Two - remember that when you wonder why we didn’t have this conversation in private,” Reaper started.
“Never mind,” Sledge sighed. “Meet in my office in ten.”
Sledge put his hand on Beth’s lower back and guided her and Derek into the clubhouse. When they were inside, he leaned into her to whisper in her ear. “Go wash that filthy motel off of you. I am going to go back and talk to Zander.”
“Okay,” she agreed. She took Derek’s hand and started walking down the hall. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of her, but he knew he had work to do.
Turning around, he walked back through the club and upstairs to his office. Closing the door behind him, he was greeted by Reaper, Diesel, and Banjo. This was not good. Sledge already knew he was not going to like what was going to be said.
“Get your ass out of my chair,” he told Banjo, walking around to his desk.
“I spend the entire day hacking and doing any number of illegal shit for you, and you won’t even give me the comfortable chair? That’s fucked up, brother!” Banjo said, pretending to be offended.
Sledge shook his head and took his seat. “So... What brings you all the way across town?” He might as well get this over with so he could figure out how to fix the problem.
“When we talked earlier, I told you I found a connection to Andrews, but it’s not in the way you think,” Banjo reminded.
“I remember. So what’s the connection?” Sledge’s interest was definitely peeked.
“Andrews has a mistress,” Banjo relayed, shocking the shit out of Sledge.
“What? Seriously?” Sledge asked, bewildered.
“Yep. But that isn’t the interesting part.”
“Please! Do tell,” Sledge was enjoying this. The more Banjo talked, the more dirt Sledge got to use as leverage against the Senator.
“Andrews’ mistress is Rebecca.”
Sledge sat there, slack jawed. Turning his head to Zander, he looked at his VP. “Did you know this?” he asked him.
“Not until Banjo told me about an hour ago,” Zander answered.
“Well, fuck me!” Sledge didn’t know what else to say.
“That’s not all of it. You asked me to look for a connection,” Banjo interrupted.
He was right, he did ask him to find one; but Rebecca had no connection to the Henchmen MC. The organization was started after she left Zander in Walter Reed, telling him he was a murderer and deserved everything he got, including the ambush that almost cost him his leg. That bitch was long gone. Honestly, he hadn’t thought about her since then, not until she showed up here a few months back looking for Zander. But he didn’t even acknowledge her when she showed up out of the blue, and he sent her on her way. Sledge couldn’t figure out any connection, and told Banjo as much.
“She isn’t technically the connection, but her cousin is,” Banjo stated.
Sledge was starting to get a headache. Banjo was stalling and Sledge wanted to know why.
“Banjo, spill it. Now! This dramatic pause bullshit is getting on my nerves.” Sledge was close to losing his patience.
“Apparently, Candy and Rebecca are cousins. It is believed that Candy has been allowing Rebecca access to the compound. Banjo thinks Rebecca is the person who broke into your office and also snuck in your room.” Diesel was the one to lay it all out there.
Placing his elbows on his desk, Sledge laid his head in his hands. This was not what he fucking needed. More puzzle pieces, when he still didn’t have the original pieces put in their places.
“Okay. Stop. What the hell is going on around here? When did my clubhouse turn into a fuck-fest?” he asked in frustration.
“Here’s what we have,” Reaper started, ignoring his outburst. “Andrews kills his gun runner for losing a truckload of money potential. The same runner that Banjo was able to link to the Mexican Cartel, that we just so happened to intercept an 18-wheeler full of drugs and guns from, two days before. Coincidence? Personally, I think not.”
“So... His daughter sees him murder someone and she runs to the man who stopped his shipment - you,” Reaper continued. “Don’t even look at me like that. I’m not saying Beth is involved,” Reaper added when Sledge was about to say something. “I’m not saying that at all. But, there are a lot of potatoes in this boiling pot.”
“Really? A food reference?” Diesel laughed.
“Well, I’m hungry,” Reaper retorted.
“Anyway. So where do Rebecca and Candy come into play?” Sledge asked.
“Rebecca is the Senator’s mistress and Candy is Rebecca’s cousin,” Diesel said, like it was obvious.
“Candy has been here for over a year. How long has Rebecca been his mistress? And again, how do they come into play?” Sledge still wasn’t getting the connection.
“That I can’t figure out. Other than their connection to Andrews, I can’t seem to determine what their roles are,” Banjo said. Sledge could tell he wasn’t happy. Banjo liked answers and when he couldn’t find them, it put him on edge.
“Okay. So concentrate on Candy and Rebecca. See if you can get anything from their phones’ GPS locations. All connections to Andrews. Is he using them for inside information? Were they ever all in the same place? There has to be something you missed. Start back at the beginning.” Sledge stood up from his chair; he needed to get back to Beth. “Here, you can even have my comfortable chair,” he offered as he walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” Reaper called.
“I have other business to take care of,” Sledge called as he walked out of the door.
“I think this is more important than getting your dick wet,” Diesel hollered, as Sledge closed the office door behind him.
Maybe, but he needed to know Beth was still here. Since she played a Houdini on him, he was having a hard time concentrating. Maybe he should just bring her to the office. That would solve his problem, but did he really want her to know all the sordid details of this investigation? In frustration, he walked across the lot and into the house.