Chapter 8
I wake up to Avery’s warm body sprawled all over me. She has her bad leg propped on top of mine and her arms wrapped around me like a little spider monkey. Closing my eyes, I relish the feeling for a few seconds. We haven’t gotten many moments like this during her visit. Normally there isn’t much going on when she’s here, so we can hang around and chill with each other.
My eyes pop open at the pounding coming from my door. That must be the reason I woke up in the first place.
“Wakey, wakey, printyessas,” Nikoli calls from the other side.
Fucking dick.
He’s going to wake Avery and she needs a lot of rest. I don’t want her up and hurting or questioning shit.
There’s more booming from him banging on the door. And I swear I’m going to punch that fucker again. I have a nice bruise on my cheek from his big-ass knuckles, but I’ll have the element of surprise this time.
I ease my way out from under her. It’s kind of hard with the grip she has on my hip though.
“Errm.” She stirs and I could kick that idiot for waking me up.
“Shh, baby, I’m going to the bathroom.”
I don’t know why I didn’t just tell her Niko’s at the door, maybe because I know she’ll let him in. I don’t want him in here when she’s lying naked in my bed. He may’ve seen her like this before, but not while I have her. She’s not actually mine, but I’m beginning to work on changing that.
Creeping over to open the door quietly, I’m met with a cheery and bright eyed Russian asshole. “‘Sup, biker, how was the night?”
“Shh, man, fuck. Shorty’s sleeping and she needs her rest.”
“Why, what’s wrong with her?” he grumbles angrily, glaring.
“Nothing’s wrong; she had a rough day yesterday and I want her to get the rest she needs.”
“Good, that is understandable.”
“Why are you banging on my door, anyhow?”
“I believe your Prez has told you to tell me plan, yes?” his accent heavy. .
“All right, hold up a minute. Let me get my pants.” I shut the door and put on last night’s jeans, a clean, black T-shirt and my cut. Then I run my hands through my hair, but there’s not much there to worry about in the first place.
Ugh, my body’s stiff.
I need to go work out; it’s been two days and I can tell the difference. Cain has a family now and still makes time to work out pretty much daily. I need to make it a priority again. I’ve been good about it this last week, but I need to become more devoted to it like he is.
I’m more the outside type to exercise anyhow; if it’s not too hot, that is. Here in Texas that’s only like three months out of the year. I enjoy doing manual labor and working out with the big ropes and tractor tires we have out back.
Slipping on my motorcycle boots over a fresh pair of socks, I check for my wallet. It’s still in my back pocket attached to my chain, so I’m straight. Hopefully, Avery’s still asleep.
“Okay, let’s go into the main room or the bar.” I mutter when I get back to the hall.
“As you wish.”
I follow as he heads toward the bar. “I need coffee first off. You want any?”
“No, I only like Bean’s coffee.”
“Yep, she’s good at that, huh,” I grunt gruffly. I wonder what else he likes about her. Bean? Who the fuck calls someone Bean, anyhow?
“Yes,” he says simply, and I check out his shirt as I come around the bar. It reads FBI, female body inspector.
“Humph,” I huff as I pass him and take a seat with a stool between us.
“No more bad blood between us, 2 Piece.”
“Oh yeah, how do you figure?” I mutter with a touch of hostility.
“Avery ask to back off you, so I agree. I do not mean to stand in your way. You could be her future. She cares for you, so I step back and be friendly.”
Great, he’s going to make me look like the asshole in this now. He was the dick first off by fighting with me, but now he plans to redeem himself it seems.
“How do I know if you’re genuine? You could be fake as fuck right now and bad mouthing me when you have her alone.”
He looks at me with confusion and annoyance.
“Look, I just call it like I see it,” I shrug, taking a large gulp of coffee and damn near burn my tongue off. I choke that shit down though. I won’t lo weak in any aspect in front of this blond-haired brute.
“I’m here to help you and to protect Avery. I have no reason to be misleading. I will simply say what I think to your face. Clearly I am not scared of you.” He nods toward my cheek where I have a dark bruise from the fight we got into.
Dick.
“Yes, and clearly, I’m not scared of your ass either,” I nod toward his forehead. It’s where the cut is right above his eyebrow, from one of my punches. I may not be the biggest guy around, but I’m not going to let anyone think they intimidate me. It’s probably stupid. I know Nikoli could most likely kick my ass. Being in the club life, though, you learn to stand up for yourself and not take any shit.
“Very good. Then we move past. I won’t speak of it again.”
I nod again, accepting the mutually agreed on terms. I catch him talking shit and stirring up drama with me and Shorty, then it’s on like fucking Donkey Kong.
“Yeah, cool. All right, so business. Prez has a plan. It’s going to entail Ares, Cain, Spin, Twist, Nightmare, Exterminator, and myself. Capone will make sure we have plenty of weapons or ammo—whatever we need. He’s also clearing out the barn at the pig farm to dispose of any leftovers.”
I take another drink of coffee, grunting a bit after it scalds my throat again. “Smiles and the other guys will hang around here. All our family members who’re close by will stay here with them, just in case the Twisted Snakes are up to something we aren’t aware of. We’ll call lockdown and the families will comply. They’ve been schooled in situations like this, so they won’t give us any hassles. Avery, on the other hand, may try to get involved and poke her little nose where it doesn’t belong. We can’t have that. We want to be ready on any front. These bastards are slimy and already hanging around town. After Avery’s shooting, it seems they don’t care if we’re in a public place or not.”
“Yes, I agree with you.”
“I need to make it known before I go any further into the details—the fucker who shot Avery is mine. I get to make him suffer for hurting her. It’s the least I can do, after her dealing with that shit while with me. The brothers have all acknowledged their acceptance on this, and I need you to do the same.” I regard him and wait for him to weigh in on everything I’ve just told him.
I need to make it crystal fucking clear to everyone—Joker’s ass is mine. I’m planning on making that motherfucker wish he was never born, from hurting Avery for no goddamn reason. They have no respect for family members and going after a President’s son clearly shows their lack of rules and discipline.
We bikers live by a code. At least most of us do. You don’t fuck with people’s families. It’s a no-go zone for most of the different clubs I’ve come across over the years.
“If you handle him, then I’ll accept this also. I told Avery I will give you a chance, and I mean it, I will.” He props his elbows on the bar and rubs the back of his neck.
“All right, cool.”
I go into details about what Prez wants us to do and what part each of us will play. Niko is mostly there to be muscle. We’ll have a lot of bodies to move—and quickly. We need the big guys and the mean fuckers for this mission. Those Twisted Snakes won’t know what the hell hit them before it’s too late.
Ares walks in as I’m finishing up telling Nikoli the plan. He pours himself a cup of coffee and stands on the other side of the bar, directly in front of us.
“Mornin’,” he grumbles.
“‘Sup, brother,” I greet and take a sip of my now normal temperature coffee.
“Good morning, Ares,” Nikoli replies with one of his usual formal responses. Fucker doesn’t call him princess like he did me.
I’m guessing when he learned English he didn’t get the condensed version. Everything’s drawn out and sounds elegant. We have an accent being in Texas; we shorten and cut up words, and basically have our own biker lingo. I’m surprised he even understands half the shit we say.
Ares sets his cup down and stands up straight. “You fill him in on the plan?” he mutters and glances my way, picking up that we’re talking business.
“Yep, sure did. We just finished discussing it when you walked in.” I lean back on my barstool and pop all my knuckles. I hate mornings; my body’s always so damn taut.
Nikoli’s chair makes a loud scraping sound as he stands. He pushes his chair back in and I smirk. He even has good manners, yet he’s a goddamn hitman for the Russian Mafia. I wonder if he sends his victims family’s a sympathy card as well?
No one talks about it, but Prez filled me in on Mr. Good ‘ol boy here. He’s Tate’s bodyguard/best friend and a trained hitman. There’s no fooling us with the formal language and suits, we see right through that shit.
Ares and I both watch as he straightens his goofy shirt, “I must go and change if we plan to have mission this evening. I will update Tate and then return in a few hours.”
He reaches his right hand out to me. I look down at it; fuck it. I reach out and shake his hand.
He smirks and then turns to Ares. “Nice day today, perfect to have your guns out.”
Ares cocks his head and looks at Nikoli as if he has lost his mind. “Pardon?” Ares asks gruffly.
“You know, your guns. Like, sun’s out, guns out?” he replies and squeezes his bicep.
Ares wears a forlorn expression and I chuckle. “Brother, he’s talking about you having your muscles out, like in a beater shirt or sumthin’.” I bark a loud laugh, picturing my brother in a shirt that reads, ‘suns out guns out’. I should have Avery order him one just to fuck with him about it.
After a beat, it clicks for Ares and he starts to chuckle as well. “Yeah, if I wear my wife beater I’ll have all the club cunts around here chasing me all day. Don’t want to make the other brothers jealous or nothing,” Ares grins good-naturedly and Niko laughs.
“Very good then. Later bikers.”
“Later.” We both respond in sync and Ares shakes his head at me in a chastising manner as soon as Niko’s out the door.
“Don’t fucking say it, brother.”
“What, man? I haven’t said shit.”
“It’s that look, I know you want to give me shit for that whole wife beater convo’ we just had.”
“Nah, man, I’m straight. I know Niko says some off-the-wall shit like that sometimes. It’s all good.”
His brows go up pleased I’m dropping it. “Cool. How’s baby girl today?”
“She was still asleep when I left to come fill him in on all the shit happening.”
“All right, good. I don’t want her upset. We need to take her further next time. She’ll enjoy it, with how much fun she had last night.”
Taking the last swig of my coffee, I set the cup in front of Ares. He grabs it and places it in the sink for me.
Snickering, I stand and shrug, “Besides, we don’t have to worry anyhow. You can just pull your guns out and parade them shits around the club. Ha.” I burst into a fit of laughter and Ares glares at me. “Later, bro, I’m about to go check on Shorty.”
“Shut the fuck up about that conversation,” he grumbles and smirks. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Cool.” I continue to laugh to myself and make my way back to my room.
I know that fucker is flipping me off as I walk away. I can feel it boring into my back, begging me to turn around. It’s okay though; I’ll let him have that one because I have some good shit to give him a hard time about now.
Opening the bedroom door, my gaze shoots straight to the bed, but it’s empty. A bunch of rumpled black sheets and my grey comforter hanging off the bed from Avery’s wild sleeping habits are left in tow. Checking over the room I notice the bathroom door’s closed.
Hmm, she must be in the shower. Fuck yeah.
I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I strip my clothes off, piece after piece as I make my way to the bathroom. I toss the bundle into the laundry hamper and reach for the door handle. I want to see her before she notices me.
Opening the door quietly so it doesn’t make any noise, I peek my head through the opening. I can’t see her from this position because of the shower door, so I scoot inside and close the door. Creeping through the tiny bathroom, I’m able to eventually make out Avery’s lightly tanned back through the foggy shower door.
She’s like a goddess, water trickling over her body in a fluid motion. Her wet hair cascades down her back, outlining the contour of her small curves. Her legs are slightly spread giving me the ultimate view of her firm, round ass.
Reaching down, my palm encloses around my cock, giving it a forceful tug. The length grows and hardens the more I ravish her with my eyes. I could come just watching her like this.
Opening the door, it makes a loud creaky noise and her back stiffens at the unexpected intrusion.
“Relax, Shorty.”
Climbing in behind her, I push her hair over her delicate shoulder so I can sample the sweet skin on her neck. Running my hand over one of her exposed peaks, I tweak it and her lips part in response. Her little breaths key me in on what she enjoys, and, in turn, drives me on to explore and learn more about her body. I skim my fingers down her silky skin until I reach her plump lips, leading me to her wet core.
“2.” It leaves her in a quiet moan.
I wouldn’t have heard it with the noise from the water, but having her body so close to mine, I make out the weak plea. She wants this as much as I do. She’s always ready for me.
“I’m here,” I whisper next to her ear.
She slowly turns in my arms and her warm honey irises are scorching with lust when she sees my body. Little water droplets run over her lips and they entice me to take a sample. Bending, I press a soft kiss her top lip then repeat with a kiss to her bottom lip.
Her mouth opens again and I taste her sweet breath as she exhales. Strawberries, she tastes like a red, ripe, juicy strawberry.
I savor it as I take her lips with mine, this time it’s not chaste, it’s full of want and need. My tongue caresses hers as I take my time exploring her succulent mouth. Her palms press slightly against my chest and I hold her tight to me.
I’m not finished yet. I take her mouth more forcefully, and I feel her surrender in my arms. She gives in and kisses me back with just as much fervor. She grips my shoulders firmly, flexing her fingers as the kiss deepens and she holds her weight off her injured leg
She pulls away, gasping, attempting to replenish the air in her lungs. Her lips carry a cherry shade from our kiss. The sight of her like this has me groaning. She’s ravishing.
I want to take her so hard right now. I have an internal need to claim her, mark her as mine in this moment. Avery, on the other hand, has different ideas.
She leans in and bites my pec savagely. “Ah, fuck, free bird.” I yelp, not too manly either and grasp her hair tightly in my fist.
She sucks the skin around the sore area and leisurely makes her way down my toned stomach to my engorged cock. I fist her hair with one hand and grip her bicep in the other. She needs to be careful she doesn’t rip those stitches and hurt herself.
My head falls back, my eyes fining the ceiling as she takes me deeply in her mouth, going as far she can. Christ that feels phenomenal. She swirls her tongue around the ridge of my dick and I blink several times to concentrate on not jerking her closer and forcing myself further into her throat.
Clearing my suddenly choked up throat, I watch her head bob up and down my dick for a few minutes. “Enough, Avery,” I groan, thoroughly aroused, and she looks up at me from below. Her mouth is wrapped tightly around my cock and her eyes are wide. She looks so fucking innocent and beautiful like this.
Holding her bicep, I carefully pull her back up in front of me. “You’re too good at that, Shorty. You almost made me lose control,” I admit and nod toward the shower wall.
She grins at me, her velvety voice letting loose a pleased chuckle. She turns her head slightly and I spin her by her hip so she faces the wall again. I keep hold of her hip as I press down on her back, moving her closer to the wall.
“Brace yourself, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay, 2. Like this?” She widens her arms and attempts to get a good grip on the soap fixtures attached to the tiles.
“Yeah, perfect.” Spreading her legs apart, easily with my knees, I line my cock up to her sopping wet entrance. I push in slightly, not putting too much weight on her.
“Oh yes,” she moans and I thrust in deeper.
I wrap my hand around her waist, placing my palm firmly over her clit. Spreading my fingers on each side of her entrance so I can feel myself each time I move in and pull out of her. Her tight cunt drips each time I pull myself out to the tip and each time, I lose my breath. She’s beyond perfect.
“Fuck, Avery, you feel so good like this, tight and wet. Squeeze that pussy, baby,” I order as she grips my cock snugly.
“Ha-harder, please.”
“I’m gonna’ hurt your leg, baby.”
“No 2, I need it harder.”
Gripping her hip with my other hand, I apply pressure to her clit simultaneously with my other palm and hammer into her.
“Yes.” She whimpers and I flex my fingers, increasing my momentum. I start to slam into her roughly, not being able to control the lust consuming my body.
She lays her head against the shower wall and takes each thrust I give her.
“Fuck, Shorty, I’m about to come.” Bending over, I sink my teeth into her back.
It sets her off and I feel her hot center grip me repeatedly as she calls out. My dick tingles in an intense explosion of pleasure and my thick cum spurts into her. As I come, I pull her back to my chest, holding her in an iron grip as I empty myself. We stand like that, panting, attempting to catch our breath after the quick, intense time we just shared together.
“Holy shit; I don’t know if I can walk after that,” she admits, stills breathless, setting a chuckle free from me.
I squeeze her to me and kiss her cheek sweetly. “It’s all good. After that, I’ll carry you if you want. Hell, I should be carrying you around anyhow to keep the weight off your thigh.” She giggles and it’s a beautiful sound to hear. “It seems to keep getting better, yeah?” I mumble as her irises meet mine.
Her eyes grow tender as she peers up at me, “Yeah, it’s always been good, but it’s turned phenomenal. I know this is all fun and stuff but—”
“No,” I interrupt her before she can finish. “Don’t go there. Just roll with whatever we’re doing and feeling. I know you like being free and so do I, but we don’t have to analyze this shit right the fuck now, okay?”
“Uh, yeah, I won’t scrutinize stuff right now,” she agrees.
I press another kiss to her cheek and grab the towel hanging from the side of the shower to dry her off.
“Good girl.” I wrap the towel around her frame to keep her warm, not leaving a drop behind. “I need to go over some shit about tonight with you.”
She appears a little surprised and intrigued, “Tonight? What’s going on?”
“Me and some of the guys are going out on business. I need you to stay here and inside the building. London and Jamison will be here too so you guys can chill.”
She scrunches her forehead and opens her mouth. I already expected she’d argue or attempt to butt in.
“Is everything okay?” I watch as she pulls her clothes on.
“Everything’s straight. Don’t worry your pretty head, baby.”
“Can I do something to help?”
“Nope, just stay here and out of trouble.”
“I’m never in trouble,” she grumbles, disgruntled.
I put on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and socks. The rest of my clothes can be jacked up, but underwear and socks always have to be clean. “Ah, yeah, you’re definitely trouble, especially when you get around London.”
“Well, maybe, but London’s calmed down a lot since she had the baby. Plus, I’m not going to act crazy or anything in your club when you’re not going to be here. It’ll be weird though, being here without you.”
“It’ll be fine; you take it easy and enjoy yourself.” I put on black jeans, a black T-shirt, and boots.
“I wish you’d just tell me what’s going on. You look like you’re going to go rob a place dressed in all black.” She grins and points to my attire.
“Already pulling the wifey card and you ain’t even my ol’ lady yet, huh?” I chuckle and she beams.
“No, I can sense when someone’s up to something.”
“Oh, now you have super powers too?”
“No, stop teasing me,” she giggles and I pull her in for a hug.
“When‘re you leaving?”
Damn it, I thought I had her distracted.
“Probably in a couple hours, Nikoli wanted to change then rest up and shit.”
“Niko’s going with you?” she asks as I walk and she sort of hobbles to the dining room.
“Yeah, he’s going to chill with us for a minute.”
We reach the dining area and there’s a giant six-foot-long sub sandwich laid out with paper plates next to it. “Looks like this is lunch today, you want some?”
“Definitely, that looks yummy.”
I load her up a plate with part of the sub and some chips, then load mine up with double the amount. Every time she visits, we take turns taking care of each other. I’ll take her to get food or she might cook us something. This time, I’m doing it all with her hurt. I want her taking it easy.
It’s domestic and we tend to lean the other way on that aspect, but it’s still nice. I enjoy doing things for her and making her happy. She seems to feel the same way about it too.