Thank fuck.

The second the words leave her lips, I take her mouth greedily. Shy’s arms come up, fingers diving into my hair, holding me to her tightly. It is a battle of lips, tongues, and teeth. The only goddamn fight I am happy to lose.

Stepping back, I pull her down onto the bed, wanting to feel her body pressed into mine. Straddling my thighs, she grinds down on my cock. “Get fuckin’ naked,” I growl, tugging at her t-shirt.

“You’re such a gentleman,” she moans into my neck breathlessly.

“Baby, I never claimed to be.” I thrust my hips, my cock aching to be inside her. “Everything about me is x-rated.”

Sitting up, Shy rips her shirt over her head, tossing it away to reveal the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone. The vibrant bright blue and purple butterfly wings are trimmed with black, the butterfly’s head is identical to the one on the back of every Mayhem member’s cut. My eyes drop to her tits. My cock throbs at the sight of her nipples straining against the dark blue lace of her bra. Like a man possessed, I flip her to her back. She gasps, but her eyes only darken further. Ripping the towel from my waist, I yank the sweatpants down her legs, taking her underwear with them.

Bending down, I kiss her lips, my hand sliding down her body to cup her pussy. When my finger brushes her clit, she whimpers, her hips bucking up off the mattress. “Don’t come yet,” I warn, licking my lips. “I want your cunt grindin’ on my face and your lips around my cock.” Shy whimpers, her body trembling against mine. Taunting her, I slowly push two fingers inside her, my thumb lazily circling her clit. “I’m dyin’ to taste what I do to you.”

Removing my hands from her body, I lie back on the bed. Climbing up the mattress, she shoves the pillows over and positions herself above me. Bending slightly, she quickly unclasps her bra and tosses it away, giving me a perfect view. Her goddamn tits are pierced with little black rhinestone pistols. “Great minds think alike, huh, Baby?”

“Got mine way before you did,” she informs me, brushing her fingers over my chest.

“They’re fuckin’ sexy.” Unable to help myself, I reach up and tease her nipple with my fingers. “Mmm.” Covering my hand with hers, she arches into my touch. “That feels so good.”

“Come here.” Snaking my other arm around her waist, I pull her forward onto my waiting mouth.

Cheyenne doesn’t miss a fucking beat. Wrapping her lips around my cock, she takes me deep into her mouth. Hell, yes. My hands drop to her hips, digging in my fingers while moving her body in rhythm with my mouth. My tongue goes to work on her clit, earning me a long, low moan that has my goddamn toes curling.

Gripping my thighs tightly, she rolls her hips, attempting to control the pace. Sorry, not tonight, baby. My grip on her ass tightens, a silent warning to let her know that I am running this goddamn show. Her body shudders, each pleasure-filled moan only making me greedier. I want her to come, I need her to fucking crumble, all because of me. Because of what I do to her. Not fucking around anymore, I lick and suck at her clit like a motherfucking animal. I lose her mouth when she straightens her body and shifts her hips. “Ah! Oh God!” she cries out.

The sexy little sounds she makes are enough to drive me insane. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue as if I need her screams to breathe. Planting her palms on my pelvis, she grinds down on my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. “Schrader!”

Hell, yeah.

My name on her lips sends me into a frenzy. She squeals as I shift my body, rolling us and pinning her beneath me. “Who knew Heaven could be so hot,” I growl, my eyes locked on hers. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes,” she nods.

After she fumbles with the nightstand drawer for a condom, I am sheathed and ready to go in seconds. Settling between her thighs, I tease her with the head of my dick, but she is so wet and ready for me, that I can’t wait another second. I thrust into her hard, not able to tease either of us anymore.

“Sonuvabitch,” I hiss, running my hand down her thigh, loving how her body trembles, but arches into my touch for more. “It’s so goddamn hot how your body reacts to mine.”

“Touch me,” she pleads, reaching out for me. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her chest flush with mine. Digging her nails into my back, she clings to me tightly as I hammer into her. She kisses me, hard and deep and I eat it up greedily. I want more. So fucking much more. My head spins with the need to chase my orgasm. I can’t hold back.

Shy’s pussy clamps down on me like a fucking vise. Ripping my lips free from hers, I fist her hair and bury my face in her neck. “Fuck,” I grunt, my hips bucking uncontrollably. “Pull the trigger, baby. Let go for me.”

“Mmm,” she moans, digging her nails into my skin. “Fuck me.” Losing my balance mid-thrust, I collapse on top of her. Our bodies move together, pelvises grinding, hips slapping, hands and mouths exploring and tasting. “Oh God, Schrader! Yes!”

Her orgasm sends me over the edge. Slamming my mouth to hers, I slow my hips, riding out the high as I swallow every pleasure-filled breath that leaves her lips. “Damn,” I huff, rolling onto my side as I catch my breath. Leaning up on my elbow, I reach out and tug at her nipple. “Don’t even think about gettin’ dressed. I’ll be back in ten.”

Shy blinks. “What?”

“Need to check in with Stone.” Climbing from the bed, I yank off the condom and toss it into the trash. “I won’t be long. You and me, we’re just gettin’ started.” Ducking into the bathroom, I grab my clean jeans and yank them on, leaving my boxers and other clothes in the pile.

“There’s a tray in your room,” she shouts as I tug on my socks and boots. I can hear her moving around along with the rustling of the blankets. “That’s if Colt didn’t sneak in behind me and finish it off. Goodnight, Schrader.”

When I walk back out, she is lying under the covers, with her back to me. Moving quickly, I snatch the covers away, revealing her still naked body. “Jesus, Schrader!” she screeches, sitting up and tugging at the blanket. “What the hell are you doing?”

Shoving her back to the mattress, I press the heel of my hand to her clit and ease two fingers inside her. Shy grips my wrist tightly, but makes no effort to pull me away. “Do I have your attention?” Leaning down, I tease her lips with my tongue. “Mmm,” I hum when she whimpers softly. “You feel how tight your cunt grips me, baby?” Smiling, I grind my palm into her clit. Just as I knew she would, Cheyenne’s hips begin to move in time with my hand. “How your body reacts to mine?” Removing my fingers, I stare down at her as I lick them clean. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to soothe that ache, baby.” Shy inhales sharply, letting me know she gets the message loud and clear. Straightening, I adjust my hardening dick and force myself to leave the room.

Walking up the hall, I grab the half sandwich and beer Shy left on my bed before stepping into Jinks’ self-proclaimed command center. “What’s up, assholes?”

“Hey, Schrader,” Colt taunts, waggling his brows. “How was that shower?”

“Hot,” I mutter, taking a bite of my sandwich.

“Meet with Lorzano is set for tomorrow. Noon,” Stone says from his seat in the corner. “Though I’m sure he’s gonna be thrilled with the dead body you left him at the warehouse. Told you to case the place, not bust in and kill some stupid shithead.”

“So,” I say, rolling my shoulders. “I’ll tell his ass the same as I’m tellin’ you. No one points a gun at my head and lives to tell about it. He drew on me, I put him down. End of story. You want me to tell Lorzano how it all went down? I’ll tuck him in nice and tight and read it to him like Dr. Seuss on a rainy night.”

“Colt, Doc, Jet, and I are going. Hiccup and Jace handle the gate.” Leaning up, Stone braces his elbows on the black folding table in front of him. “Jinks will be runnin’ some shit of his own. Huck’s out handlin’ Connor.”

“And I’m?” I ask, knowing there’s no way he is leaving me here to sit on my ass and do fuck all while everyone else is busy digging into our problems.

“You’re taking Shy down to meet with Hilster.”

“You want Cheyenne to talk to the law?” Swallowing the last of my sandwich, I twist the top off my beer, taking a long drink as I let that idea settle in my mind. “Does Doc know about this shit?”

Jinks clears his throat. “Already talked to Pop. Shy’s smart. She knows what to say and what to bury.”

“I don’t fuckin’ like it,” I admit, being totally honest. “Since when do we involve the women in club business? You’d never dangle Ro on a hook.”

“Don’t act like I’m throwin’ her to the goddamn wolves.” Gritting his teeth, Stone pushes to his feet. “The last Fed we had sniffin’ around had his own hidden agenda. One that put everyone at risk, especially the women. Hilster’s comin’ for Shy, and the rest of us, whether we like it or not. Either we beat him to the punch, or wait on the warrants. We aren’t askin’ her to walk into some situation she can’t handle.” He arches a brow. “We also aren’t sendin’ her in there alone. Doc’s only stipulation was you had to go with her.”

“And you’re okay with this?” I ask, looking at Jinks.

He shrugs. “My sister led the assault on an entire cabin of Hywood members with a shotgun and a goddamn pack of firecrackers,” Jinks says, spinning around to face his wall of computer screens. “At this point, I’m more worried about your safety than hers.”

“Thanks,” I deadpan, though he is probably right. “Colt give you the wallet we got off that guy at the warehouse?”

“Fake license,” he replies, his fingers clicking away. “Next time bring me back a finger. Makes it easier to get what I need.”

“Why didn’t we think of that, Colt?” I ask sarcastically. “Jinks could run a forensic analysis on the dude’s finger. See where it’s been.”

“McKelvy’s wife still sell Tupperware?” Colt snorts. “You’re gonna want to keep ‘em fresh.”

“Do they make ‘em in severed finger size?” I chuckle, causing the serious look on Stone’s face to crack into a smile as he settles back in his chair.

“Laugh it up, assholes,” Jinks mutters. “I swear to fuck no one takes shit seriously around here.”

“Calm down, Jinksy.” Downing the last of my beer, I toss the bottle into the trash and give his bald ass head a rub. “No need to start pullin’ your hair out.”

“No shit,” Colt adds. “You want a finger? We’ll bring you a finger. Hell, I’ll bring ya the whole damn hand.”

“I’ve got a finger for ya,” Jinks deadpans, flipping us off.

“If we’re done here,” I say, already heading for the door. “I’m gonna let Shy know what’s up.”

“Yeah,” Stone nods. “Don’t forget about Jace. I need him taken care of ASAP.”

“My fuckin’ pleasure.” Stopping in the doorway, a smile spreads across my face. “Whatcha got in mind? Something traditional? Or can I shake things up for my own amusement?” I ask, turning to face him.

“I’ll leave that up to you,” he says with a shrug. “As long as you get the point across.”

“You two assholes want in on this?” I ask, my eyes shifting between Jinks and Colt.

“Fuck yes,” Colt chuckles.

“Like you gotta ask,” Jinks replies, shaking his head.

“Be ready, bright and early, boys.” Flashing Stone a smile, I rub my hands together. “Tomorrow’s Christmas mornin’ and Schrader Claus is ready to lace up his shit kickers.”

Stopping by my room, I throw what I’ll need for Jace into a bag and toss it on the bed. Closing the door behind me, I nearly run into Colt’s big ass in the hall. “Christ, man. There should be a bell around your neck or somethin’.”

“That would affect my stealth skills,” he fires back, tugging on his beard as he studies me. “You headed to talk to Shy?”

“Yep.” Moving around him, I head for her door. “Then I’m in bed for the night.”

“Might wanna keep it down this time, Brother.” With my hand on the doorknob, my eyes shoot to his. Colt smirks. “Jinks hears you fuckin’ his sister, he’s gonna be bustin’ in there to chop off more than your finger.”

I swallow hard at the idea of Jinks coming at me with a meat cleaver and a plastic container. “Yeah.” Shaking my head, I force the image from my mind. “Guess it’s a good thing it’s not like that.”

“You don’t have to convince me of shit, man.” Shrugging his broad shoulders, he scratches his head. “I’m the last person who needs to be offerin’ advice on women.”

“Then don’t,” I bite out, keeping my voice low. “It’s not like you see me askin’ if you’ve seen your favorite nurse lately.”

“Fair enough, asshole,” he replies, heading up the hall toward the main room. “Just tryin’ to keep the bloodshed on the other side of the gates.”