I woke with my cock hard and throbbing against the warmth around it. Morning wood was a familiar feeling, especially with Evie sleeping in my bed. That delicious heat was not.
Half asleep, I rocked my hips once to take it all in. The jolt of pleasure woke me more, and I started to process what was happening. Evie and I were spooning, and I’d somehow managed to burrow my cock between her thighs, right up against her bare pussy.
I’d sacrifice just about anything to wake up like that every day.
But that morning, after my bunny let me be the first man to have her—and the fucking last if I had my way—was better than any other could be.
Just remembering the way it felt to have her tight cunt surround him made my dick lurch.
Pulling her even tighter to my chest, I lowered my head to bury my face in her hair. She smelled like berries. All the fucking time, she smelled like sweet, ripe fruit and it made my mouth water. I couldn’t help but think that the rest of her would smell of sex, of both of us from the night before.
When she’d drifted off, I’d gotten it together enough to get up and grab a damp towel to clean us both off. She didn’t fully wake when I’d wiped away our combined release from her thighs, and I’d felt a smug satisfaction at the fact.
Now, she was stirring again, and that included shifting her hips around in a way that had me biting back a groan. I tightened my arms, unsure if it was an attempt to stop her, or a silent request to keep going.
Her quiet, “Morning, honey,” was raspy, and there was no stopping the surge of my cock against her again. She gave a little, “Oh,” and I could swear that heat turned up.
“Morning,” I replied, bending in deeper to rub my face along her neck. She squirmed more, tickled by my beard. The motion cut off sharply with a press of her ass against my groin. That time, I didn’t hold back the rough noise I made.
“You’re…”
“Yeah, bunny,” I confirmed. It was unfamiliar territory for us, but the position and lack of hindrance was. There would be times where I could enjoy that for all it was worth, right then wasn’t one of them.
Evie didn’t agree. She circled her hips, exploring and probably reveling in the fact that I responded to her like she was my own personal goddess—because she fucking well was. It was when I felt the damp of her arousal wetting me that I knew it was time to speak up.
“Baby,” I groaned, “not this morning. I don’t want you sore.”
“I’m good,” she insisted, keeping up that sensual rhythm like she’d been trained to break a man’s will.
“Evie,” I tried again, but there was no missing that it was feeble at best.
“I promise,” she pressed. “Just be gentle.”
Gentle. I could do gentle.
Releasing my hold on her middle, I reached down between her legs and found her clit. With two fingers, I massaged the hard bud while I matched the pace with my cock moving against her. She moaned unabashedly, throwing her head back so the full length of her slender neck was bared for me. Licking, sucking, biting, I devoured her there while I drove her higher. I felt her pulse quicken on my tongue, her wetness soaking my cock and fingers.
Only then, when I knew she was ready, did I pull my hips back and angle my cock to slide inside. With slow, even thrusts, I sunk into her, feeling her tighten around me each time. And even when she begged for more, I didn’t take her harder or faster. I brought her to the edge and went over with her just the way she’d asked me to.
Gentle.
By the middle of the afternoon, I’d have given my left nut to be back in that bed with Evie.
Or maybe I’d just hunt down that motherfucker Wrench, castrate him, and offer one of his balls instead to whatever god I could make that deal with.
“What the fuck do you mean we got nothing?” I demanded.
We were in church again. A fucking week of patrols and we had not one thing to go on, so it was time to bring all the brothers back in. It should have been a good sign, except their product hadn’t disappeared with them.
“They’ve gotta be using local foot soldiers to get their shit out,” Ham said.
“Or they’re going quiet hoping we’ll get complacent,” Tank argued.
Could be either one. Could be it was some fucked combination of both.
“Jager,” I called. “You get anything?”
The frustration clear on his face said enough, but he answered anyway. “Nothing useful. Fuckers are on the grid enough to know we got ways of tracing shit. Best I can tell, they’re sticking to the old-fashioned methods so I can’t hack their shit.”
The best he could tell was probably about as good as anyone could. How the fuck he hadn’t been scooped up in college to end up doing all kinds of crazy computer shit in some high-security government building somewhere, I didn’t know.
This shit with the Devils stunk to holy hell. No one had seen a damn thing, and yet their product was still showing up around town. After my inquiry, Andrews had taken it upon himself to give me a heads up whenever he got wind of activity related to those fuckers. Another death and a hospitalization had been added to the count. Whatever the Devils were distributing, it was straight fucking poison beyond what that shit usually was. The cops were fixing to send a sample in for testing to figure out what the hell was in it.
If they had the opportunity to do that, the Devils were going to end up too hot for us to make our move.
“I don’t want to go on the offensive. Not unless we have to.” That got mixed reviews from the expressions aimed my way. Some of the brothers no doubt wanted to charge in, guns blazing, and shut those fuckers down. But that kind of shit ended with men in the Disciples patch in hospital beds and prison cells—if not chilling in a cooler at the fucking morgue. If the time came that we had no other options, I’d ride into war without fucking flinching. Until then, I wasn’t willing to risk my brothers—especially not when so many of them had families expecting them to come home at the end of the day.
“We stay vigilant,” I went on. “Patrols don’t stop and security steps up for everyone. I don’t know that those fuckers would go after the women or kids, but I doubt I need to say that it isn’t worth taking chances.”
At that, Slick—who was usually pretty even-tempered—looked like he was going to fucking blow. The man had a wife and two babies at home, and word was they were fixing to try for another. I’d never question for a minute that he was loyal to the club, but he loved his family more than anything.
“I’ll go around, change out locks everywhere,” he volunteered right off. It wouldn’t likely matter since he’d put in every lock and no one called another locksmith in the event of an issue when he was in the club, but not one of the guys who went home to a family looked ready to protest.
Jager came in on his heels with, “Do the same. It’s been a while since the last upgrades for some of the systems. Make sure everyone’s shit is tight.” His definition of “a while” was a matter of months, but the man didn’t take his security systems lightly.
“Are we telling the women?” Sketch asked, not looking entirely pleased with the idea.
I thought about going home to tell Evie she was in danger because of the club. I imagined how much worse it would be to do that if we had little ones to protect.
“Personal discretion,” I answered. “I’m not about to tell you what to share with your wife.” There were times, rarely, when this wasn’t the case. Shit came up where it was patched members only. This wasn’t one of those times.
“We going ahead with the party this weekend?” Roadrunner asked.
It wasn’t to me; it was to the room at large.
Hook piped in. “We don’t gotta do that. I’m glad to just don the patch and call it done.”
“Might be good to have it,” Doc put in. “Those fuckers think we’re occupied, might shake them out, make them sloppy. We could call in a couple of the Mayhem brothers to keep an eye on shit. You know they hate that crew near as much as we do.”
I’d been debating putting in that call for days. The Mayhem Bringers MC was a crew in Portland. Ancient history between the two clubs wasn’t great, but we’d resolved that shit when the Disciples went through the clean-up. Now, the two clubs would—and did, when it was necessary—go to bat for one another.
The only thing that held me back was that the Mayhem brothers were quick to do exactly as their name implied. Worse, their VP’s daughter had gotten involved with a Devils member years back. It was nothing concrete, just a couple dates. Then, that fucking cretin had tried to force himself on her. Luckily, she’d been packing since her daddy raised her to. The incident had still nearly brought war between the two. If the Devils hadn’t scraped that asshole off, taking his patch rather than facing Mayhem retribution back when they didn’t have a prayer of withstanding that blow, the war we were standing at the edge of would have happened already.
Them leaving the dick to defend himself held that at bay, but I knew one call and the Mayhem boys would be all too ready to throw down. It hadn’t been a move I was ready to make. Unfortunately, it was getting to be unavoidable.
If we were going to war, Mayhem would hear word and ride either way. Might as well give them the forewarning.
I looked to my VP, who was tightest with members of that crew. “Make the call.”
There was nothing left to say, so I released the brothers to see to this shit.
Security, allies, and war.
But first, a fucking party.