When I walked in, most of my Dragons were sitting around and sipping beers, playing darts, shooting the shit, or playing pool.

Mostly, it was a combination.

Sarah walked up to the countertop and ordered a diet coke from my spunky redheaded bartender, Elmira. This time, there wasn’t some smart-ass retort. I thought maybe the two of them were going to start getting along, until I spotted Elmira giving Sarah dagger-eyes the second she turned her back.

I gave her a quick shake of my head and she finished pouring the glass of soda, quickly pushing it across the bar.

“Status report, boys,” I spoke up as I noticed Sarah pull out her phone and start to make a call. “Where are we?”

“Same as usual, boss,” Victor answered. “Everything’s caught up and good to go. Weapons are cleaned, bulletproof vests are wiped down. We’re ready to ride...”

“Good,” I replied. “That’s what I like to hear.”

My men were a solid bunch, loyal as anyone could ever be. They were also some of the roughest bikers I could ever ask for, and the combination meant that they fiercely followed me into battle, no matter where I went.

They made me proud.

“I’m calling a meeting…” I glanced around, scanning for the face of my second-in-command. “Where’s Grizz?”

Another one of my men, Skid, called out from the pool tables. “He’s gone to go get his cast off. Said he was tired of not being able to ride a fuckin’ bike.”

I couldn’t help but smile, although thinking of my tactical sharpshooter taking a bullet during our last big assault still bothered me. A few inches to the right and I’d have been burying the best friend I ever had...

“You let me know the second he waltzes back through that door,” I pointed for the front of the bar. “Soon as he does, I want each and every one of you in the war room.”

While it was rare before to find more than a handful of bikers on the premises at time, things had changed. These days you’d find most of the men partying it up here at the clubhouse day and night.

It was an… unfortunate turn of events.

Our armed protection contracts out here in El Paso had been running dry. After the shit went down in Juarez, the whole area had went quiet. Big and small, fear of a deadly club of vigilante bikers had sent the criminals scattering to the winds. That was great news for the people in El Paso, but it wasn’t so great for our livelihoods.

You can’t sell protection to people who don’t need it…

Contracts were fewer and farther between and that meant it was getting about time to pull up roots and follow the money. That’s how we’d survived ever since leaving Phoenix. A new city every year or two, padding our pockets along the way.

I needed to give my Dragons more than that. They deserved something more permanent. We couldn’t wander the desert forever… I’d already started deliberating with Grizz on some possible locations for a permanent base of operations, and knowing I had a kid on the way was only making the gears in my mind turn faster.

I couldn’t drag my kid all over the desert. The heir to my kingdom needed consistency, solidity, and a strong foundation.

Shaking my thoughts aside, I pushed open the door to my war room – a space set aside for higher club management and planning our next moves. The single large round table in the center was covered with maps and notes, with important information pinned up on the walls.

It was small, but it did the trick. Having an entire room dedicated to my work streamlined things for guiding my boys and managing the club duties. While we were busy with club operations, I spent a lot of time in this chamber.

Sarah must have finally hung up the phone, because it wasn’t long before she followed me in, locking the door behind her.

“I’d almost forgotten what this place looked like,” Sarah commented wistfully as she gazed around the familiar pages on the walls and the tabletop. “Some things never change.”

“Some things change for the better,” I grinned.

She gave a quick smile, “I just got off the phone with the detective… She says the client is doubling the reward for that cargo container… One million dollars paid on delivery... Cash…”

“And what exactly are you going to do with that kind of money, Sarah? You can’t exactly deposit it into the bank. You don’t even know where it’s coming from.”

“I was hoping you’d help me with the accounting side of things…” she replied.

“So, what? Now I’m your big bad accountant?” I asked, laughing.

“No… I don’t fuck my accountant,” she replied, moving toward me and sinking to her knees. I let out a load moan as she worked my belt quickly. This woman was going to fucking kill me.

A knock at the door interrupted us just as her tender lips had wrapped themselves around my cock, but that didn’t slow her down. Sarah’s mouth slipped down the shaft, her tongue rolling softly against my rock hard flesh.

“There’s someone here to see you, boss,” Ricochet shouted through the door.

“Tell them they’re going to have to wait,” I shouted back, my hand wrapping through Sarah’s hair as I slipped deep into her throat.

“You’re… going to want to come see this.”

“We’re busy,” I insisted, “Whatever it is, it can wait.”

Sarah was picking up speed now, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and slipping up and down its length while her lips wrapped the tip, tongue rolling lovingly below the ridge of the head, driving me fucking insane. Ricochet seemed to take the hint, going silent as I let Sarah drive me closer and closer to the explosion I knew was coming. She took her time, minutes stretching out forever as pleasure overwhelmed my senses.

“Are you sure? Because your–” Ricochet’s voice again came filtering through the door, interrupting us yet again. Sarah let out a stifled laugh, causing a vibration to run along the length of my desperate shaft. Pleasure was rolling through me and making it difficult to stand. My knees were weak, and the hottest fucking woman I’d ever met was worshipping me like some kind of God. She was going to make me cum, and I knew she loved the fucking power she held over me.

“I’m fucking sure,” I replied, gasping as Sarah brought me right to the peak of the mountain. There was no turning back now. Her mouth worked faster and faster, not even trying to stay quiet as she took my cock all the way to its base.

“God Sarah… Fuck…” I gasped, my whole body shivering as pleasure exploded within me. Each pulse of my orgasm sent my seed pouring into her willing mouth, and she held me there deep, drinking of my essence as if her very life depended upon it.

Ricochet’s voice was a bit more distant as the last throes of my orgasm rolled over me.

“Tell his sister she’ll have to wait outside.”