Levi, Grant, and Billy Ray finished helping the prospects load the last of the Freon in the vans. They’d gotten to Knoxville at three in the afternoon, planning on pulling off the robbery in broad daylight since the shop was out in the middle of nowhere. It turned out that Cheney or Jackie D hadn’t done their research. There was a barbershop connected to the mechanic’s shop and they had to wait until after six when it closed. By the time they got into the shop, took out the Freon, and loaded it up, it was after nine. It was two a.m. before they got back to Memphis and after three a.m. before Levi’s exhausted body dropped into his bed. He expected to fall right into a dreamless sleep…but he was wrong.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them, Zoe was there, holding him. It wasn’t Krissy, it was Zoe, and for a second that took him by surprise. They started talking about the connection they were both feeling and Zoe even said what he’d been thinking…What if Krissy wanted them to be together? Levi never had any experience with the supernatural. He didn’t know if he believed in things like that or not. He’d never really thought about it…until now. In his dream, Zoe told him she felt “something” the night she touched Krissy. Levi had always been sure that Krissy was his soul mate, but what if when the body died…the soul lived on? Was it possible that her soul went into Zoe and that was why he was suddenly obsessed with this woman he barely knew?

Levi heard himself telling Zoe that they couldn’t go back. It was like an out-of-body experience, sort of. He could see them together. He watched himself undress her and he could see that she was uncomfortable, maybe embarrassed by her body. He told her she was beautiful, and he meant it. She wasn’t his usual type, physically…but there was something in her that drew him in like a magnet and he found himself unable to resist the pull. He was naked and so was she and he was breathing in the sweet, sexy smell of her arousal. In that moment it was just Zoe and him, and for the first time since Krissy died, he was able to put those memories away…if only for a few short minutes.

He smiled up at her and she smiled back as he reached for one of the pillows and slid it underneath her hips. Placing his hands on the insides of her soft, warm thighs, he pushed them open further, letting his thumbs brush against her glistening pussy. She gasped when he touched her and let out a little cry as he slid his thumbs along her slit until he reached her hard clit. He loved hearing a woman moan…he loved to make a woman scream. He wanted to hear Zoe scream out his name. He moved his hands so that he could use his thumbs to pull open her lips and then he leaned in and slowly licked her from top to bottom and back up again. Zoe forgot about leaving her hands above her head. They were in his hair, tugging at it and pressing his face deeper into her pussy as she moaned out his name. The sounds she was making and the way she was squirming underneath him spurred him on and he delved into her pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking wildly. He opened her up wide and let his tongue delve up inside of her as deeply as it would go, and then he rubbed her clit with one of his thumbs while he moved his tongue around inside of her in circles that were making her buck her hips up and down off the bed. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his head, using the muscles in her legs and butt to drive his face in ever deeper. Levi’s cock was rock-hard by that time, pressing into the sheets and aching for her to touch it, but not yet. He wanted to make her come first. He moved his face up and sucked her clit into his mouth just as he slipped two fingers into her opening. She began to thrash around on the bed, pulling at his hair so hard that he thought she might pull it all out before he was finished. She was so wet and she tasted so sweet that Levi was enjoying what he was doing to her as much as she seemed to be enjoying it. His pulsing cock was almost painful by the time he felt her body stiffen up and he finally got to hear her scream. He had to use every fiber of his being to force himself not to orgasm with her. Her body was pulsing. He could feel it, almost like he was feeling her heart beat. She came over and over again, in wave after wave, on his fingers, his lips, and his tongue, screaming out his name each time. It was so fucking hot.

Levi didn’t wait for Zoe to even catch her breath before he reached for the condom he’d laid on the nightstand and covered his blood-engorged cock. She tried to reach for it, but he had to pull back. He was too turned on; if she touched it, he’d never make it inside of that soaking-wet pussy…and he needed to be there. “I’m gonna fuck you, Zoe.”

She nodded frantically, breathlessly making sounds that were supposed to be words, but were completely incoherent. Levi positioned himself on top of her, between her legs and taking his fat, swollen cock in his hand, he slid it along her slit, letting it rub hard against her clit. He watched as she pushed her head back into the pillow and her eyes rolled back in her head, and just as her hips came up off the bed, he plunged into her…all the way, striking bottom on the first stroke. Zoe reached up and grabbed his shoulders, digging her fingernails into him and bucking her hips up and down like a wild pony…and Levi was enjoying the hell out of the ride.

He pressed into her so hard each time he entered her that their pelvic bones smashed together, his balls slapped against her ass, and the skin right above his hard cock rubbed hard against her engorged clit, each time he pushed his cock up into her. He leaned down and put his lips over hers. He could feel her gasping for breath, but she wasn’t pulling back. Instead, she was sucking and biting at his lips while she panted and gasped for air. He felt her shove her tongue into his mouth and begin to lick his tongue and then it came out and licked his lips. The idea of her tasting herself on him pushed him over an edge he was already dangerously close to. A flash of white passed before his eyes and every nerve in his body came alive as he came. Her tunnel constricted, clamping tightly down around him as he came…it was electric…exciting…and so. Fucking. Good. Besides Krissy, he’d never been with a woman that turned him on as much and he found himself wondering when he could be with her again, even as he came.

* * *

Levi woke up, sweating and tangled in the sheets. He lay there staring at the ceiling, his heart racing and his breaths ragged, thinking about the dream he’d just had. They always seemed so real, but that one seemed even more so than most. What was so significant about it was that it was the very first one…the first time…he’d made love to Zoe in one of his dreams when Krissy hadn’t been there either before, during, or after. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He still loved Krissy and he still missed her every minute of every day…so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Zoe?

Frustrated once again, he got out of bed and headed for the shower. He was supposed to be back at the clubhouse to meet with Cheney again at noon and he wanted to go to Nashville first and talk to Zack. He would go see Zoe after his meeting with Cheney. Maybe by then the heat from that dream would wear off. God forbid she or her grandparents were able to see any residual lust in his eyes.

After he was dressed, he texted Zack. His friend texted back right away and said he’d be glad to meet with him. They arranged to meet at a coffee shop a few miles from the Invader clubhouse, just because Levi wanted to make sure no one overheard their conversation. Cheney wasn’t exactly one of their favorite people, but until he had a plan, he didn’t want to take any chances.

Zack was already at a table outside the coffee shop when Levi drove up. He stood up and shook Levi’s hand and then pulled him in for a quick hug. “How are you?”

They both sat down and Levi said, “I’m doing okay.”

Zack smiled and motioned the waitress over. “Darlin’, can I have another shot of espresso and bring my friend whatever he wants, please,” he said to the young, college-aged redhead.

“Just a regular coffee,” Levi told her. Once she was gone Zack said:

“You look like shit.”

Levi chuckled. “Thanks, man.”

“Are you sleeping?” That question brought back memories of the dream, and the others he had every time he closed his eyes.

“Sort of,” he said. “My dreams are crazy. But I’m really doing okay. I just need a favor.”

“Name it.” Levi knew Zack still felt indebted to him for saving his and Nicole’s lives that night by killing Spider. He didn’t want to take advantage of that, but Zack was the only person that could help him get what he needed.

“I need to talk to Hannah Carter.”

Zack raised an eyebrow, finished what was in his espresso cup, and said, “Do you mind if I ask why?”

Before Levi could answer him, the waitress brought their coffee. Once again he waited for her to leave and then he said, “I think Krissy and my father were murdered and that would mean her father was too…I guess. I just need answers.”

“I’m not sure you’ll get any from Hannah,” Zack said. “As a matter of fact, short of a miracle, I’m sure you won’t.”

“What do you mean? I’m not accusing her or her father of anything…I think this was Cheney. I think my father’s brake lines were cut and he couldn’t stop in time to avoid the accident.”

“Wow, I always knew Cheney was a son of a bitch, but to have one of your own lieutenants killed like that…” He shook his head. “And with the girl on the bike too. Fuck.”

Levi nodded. “Yeah, son of a bitch is putting it mildly, if he had anything to do with this.”

“What made you think of coming to me? I mean, how did you know Hannah had any association with the club?”

“I went to talk to her a couple days ago. I got the address from the accident report. There was a guy on the front porch and he basically told me to get lost. He was wearing an Invaders kutte. I think he said his name was Jim. His kutte just had initials stitched on it.”

“That was Grease Monkey. We just call him GM…sounds like ‘Jim’ when he says it. I don’t imagine he was very welcoming. Hannah and GM have been friends since they were kids. He thinks of her as family and he’s really protective of her.”

“Do you think he’d let me talk to her if you asked?”

“He didn’t tell you why you couldn’t talk to her, I guess?”

“No, not really. He just said that she didn’t have anything to say about the accident and he wouldn’t even let me leave my name and number for her.”

“It wouldn’t matter,” Zack said. “Hannah had an aneurysm in her head and it burst. She’s been pretty much a vegetable for the past two years.”