Johanna's lily-white ass slipped out the back door. Chief followed her, carrying his pistol, and let the cool, early morning air soak away the tension from the long ride.

A soft giggle and a splash came from the hot tub. He set the gun on the drink table beside the spa. He'd yet to go to bed.

Johanna had stayed up all night and greeted him on arrival, and practically pushed Olin and Greggy out the door. Fifteen minutes in hot bubbling water would be enough to put her right to sleep and hopefully enough to soften the ache in his shoulders.

"How many men in the world do you think walk around naked carrying a pistol?" She slowly lowered herself into the steaming water and pushed the button for the jets. "Not that it isn't sexy."

"It's a necessity, bug," he said.

He climbed into the water and stood, letting his legs get used to the heat. Her hand came over and stroked his lower stomach above his cock. He pushed her hand lower and wrapped her fingers around him, showing her the way to stroke him to hardness.

Her breasts bobbed at the surface of the water. He reached down and caught her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling the tight bud. His body already overheated from the water, he lowered himself until everything, but his head and shoulders were below the surface.

"Jesus, how hot is the water?" He raised his arms and stretched them out on the sides of the hot tub.

"One-hundred and four degrees." She moved to the middle and floated in front of him. "Have you never been in the hot tub?"

"No." He ran his hand over his face, wiping the sweat from his eyes. "I bought it for Karla, the boys, and you."

"I remember. I just thought maybe you'd..." Her bare shoulder raised out of the water. "I don't know. Used it."

He'd never had sex with Karla after he'd moved Johanna in the house. She'd been at the age where she noticed everything. The boys, even being older than Johanna, never paid attention when he'd taken Karla into the bedroom. It was bad enough when Johanna had lived with Nene. She'd look at him when he walked out of the bedroom like he'd kicked a puppy. She hadn't even known about sex, but the sadness coming from her couldn't be ignored.

He turned her in the water and brought her back on his lap, putting his arm around her, and cupped her breast to keep her from floating away. She laid her head back on his shoulder and let her feet float to the surface. Light as a feather in his arms, she relaxed. His mind went to the different ways he could have sex with her in the water.

She reached down and held on to his thighs, keeping her ass pressed against his cock. "In a half hour, the sun will be up."

"That's not the only thing that's coming up." He reached down and put his cock between her legs.

She laughed softly. "Did that line work in the olden days?"

He slapped her thigh but under the water, the contact was softened, and she wiggled.

"Don't. I'm ticklish there." She squirmed, and the movement caressed his cock

Giving her leg another squeeze, he caressed her thigh and slid his hand between her legs, his finger finding her clit. "You're not ticklish here."

She reached up to put her hand in his beard. "Hm..."

"You like being rubbed." He kissed the side of her neck.

She reached down between her legs with her other hand and stroked the end of his cock. "So, do you," she said.

Rubbing, sucking, fucking. If she gave it, he wanted it.

Sweat dripped into his eyes. He'd boil to death if he stayed in the water much longer, but the last thing he wanted to do was move.

Johanna's breath hitched, and her breasts bobbed in front of him. He stretched out his legs, bracing himself on the seat across from him. The movement floated Johanna away from him, and he grabbed her hips, pulling her down. His cock stroked her.

"I want to fuck you." He found her earlobe and bit the tender flesh. "Now."

Her hands lowered and found his thighs again. "We don't have any condoms out here."

"Don't need one, bug. I've worn one every single time after I got Karla pregnant with Thorn."

She lifted her head. He brought her around, needing to see her face. Tired and aroused, she blinked at him lazily.

"What if I get pregnant?" she asked. "We've never talked about that before."

"Then, you have my kid." He hefted her to her feet and stood up in the water.

The rush of cold air on his wet skin left his cock throbbing harder. He looked down at the water droplets hanging on her nipples and caught them on his finger. She leaned toward him, and he turned her around to face away from him.

"Kneel on the high seat in the middle," he said.

She turned and held on to the side of the hot tub, thrusting her ass in his direction. He ran his hand over the curve of her hip and between her legs, widening her knees. He groaned at the sight of the water lapping at her pussy, half-in-half-out of the water.

He spanned his hands at her hips and lifted her while plunging into her sex, then lowered her back to her knees. His balls dunked in the water competing with the warmth of her pussy. No condom blocked him from owning her.

"Jesus, that feels good." He held her in place letting the water bubble over them both.

The tension from earlier—gone, replaced with aching pleasure. Johanna arched her neck, and her wet hair slapped his hands on her hips. He grabbed a handful and wound the strands around his fist, holding her in place in front of him.

He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust. Her soft bursts of breath as he pounded her filled the early morning over the hum of the hot tub jets. He forgot about the chill in the air, the rising sun, and the ride earlier where he found out no one in Komoon ratted him out and sent him to prison.

Johanna rocked on her knees, hitting back hard. He bent his knees, pulling her toward him. The slap of skin on skin constricted his balls. Her hips shook, and she erratically plunged back onto him. He let her ride his cock, staring at her ass.

The force of her orgasm ripped her hair out of his hand, and he grabbed her hips and let her go wild on him. Her pussy sucked him hard, and he came up on his toes and unloaded in her. Holding her close, he rubbed her lower back trying to catch his breath and closed his eyes.

"Chief?"

He opened his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Look." She pointed ahead of them.

An orange glow lit the top of the maple trees in the yard. He pulled out of her and lifted her out of the hot tub. It was the start of another day, and he had shit to take care of.

He climbed out of the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around Johanna. He kissed her forehead, making her half-closed eyelids completely shut.

"You need to go crawl into bed." He swatted her ass to get her moving.

"I need to wash. Your come is running down the inside of my leg." She blinked. "It's quite...nice."

He tilted his head in amusement.

She gave her head a little shake. "I mean, it was quite nice to have you inside me without a condom."

"Right. Quite nice," he mumbled, making her laugh softly. "Get to bed, bug. You're getting silly from lack of sleep."

She turned and dragged her feet back into the house. He shut off the hot tub, grabbed his pistol, and went inside.

The shower ran off the master bedroom, and he went to the utility room and found a pair of clean boxers in the dryer. Grabbing his phone on the way to the bedroom, he put the gun on the nightstand and sprawled out on the bed.

Johanna walked into the room, every inch of her a rosy pink. He reached over and threw off the covers, and she fell into bed, rolling toward him.

She put her wet head on his chest. He hissed, sucking in his breath, at the shock.

"Sorry," she mumbled on a yawn. "I can't keep my eyes open."

"Sleep."

"Okay." Several seconds passed. "I love you, Chief."

"You better." He pulled her closer

As soon as her breathing evened out and her body went limp against his side, he dialed Keeffe on the phone.

As soon as his vice president answered, Chief said, "Where is he?"

"Skidd knew the guys were following him and lost them in traffic. He never came back to the clubhouse."

"Tell the riders to stay out there looking for him. Pay attention to Nene, she was with him the other day. If he shows up, I want him in holding until I get there," he said.

"Got it, Chief."

He disconnected the call and placed his phone on the nightstand. Stretching his arm out without moving Johanna from his other side, he shut off the lamp. Darkness never came. The beam of morning sun hit the window lighting the room.

"Fuck," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

Johanna squirmed beside him and threw her arm across his stomach. "Okay...just let me rest for a second."

His chest warmed. That's his girl, ready and willing even in sleep.

He kissed the top of her head and inhaled deeply, letting himself relax. In a few hours, he'd make sure he rid the garbage from Brikken.