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Authors: Jessie Lane

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My heart skipped a beat as something occurred to me. “Is your job that dangerous that I have to worry about retaliation?”

His lips became a firm line. “We’ll talk about that later, Kara.”

Angry at his refusal to talk about his job, I smacked him in his rock hard chest with my hand.

“I don’t think so, mister! I want to talk about it now, not forty years from now when you finally get around to it.”

His lips turned down into a frown. “I’m not talking about this right now, woman.”

“Why the hell not, Riley?!”

Now his eyebrows were slashed down over his blazing eyes to go along with his angry frown. “Maybe because it’s more important to get rid of this threat against you. Perhaps it could be that, when we have that talk, it’ll be someplace where it’s just you and me because it’s not meant for anyone else’s ears. Or how about, after I get rid of your problem, I take you home to shower and change so I’m not having to look at you in another man’s T-shirt?”

I looked down at my own T-shirt covered chest to see the familiar Harley shirt I’d seen Ice wear a million times. Oops.

Riley looked to Ice. “I need to talk to you, and then I need some privacy with my woman. That do-able?”

Ice gave him a nod, and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled away from behind. Turning around, I saw a smiling Declan pulling me towards the door. “Let’s go, sis. The boys want to fight over their toy.”

“I am
not
a toy!” I shouted as he pushed me through the door.

~~~

Riley

I almost smiled at Kara’s declaration about not being a toy. I swear, sometimes my wife was too fucking cute, which was a problem because her kind of cute often attracted men like Ice. And that brought me back to our current problem.

Turning back to the Regulators MC President, I gave him what I could of the truth.

“I have somewhere I need to be tonight. It’s pivotal to the case.”

Ice and Hammer both analyzed me. Then Ice said, “You need back-up?”

I shook my head. “We’ve got it covered, but I’ve got a more important job for you.”

“What?”

“Keep Kara safe here until I come get her.”

This time, one of his eyebrows rose in surprise. “You want me to watch over your woman?”

Snorting, I retorted, “That doesn’t mean I like it. But her safety is more important than what I may or may not like.”

He gave me an understanding nod. “Kara is always safe here. I’ll keep an eye on her until you get back. Any idea what time that might be?”

“Look for me in the early morning hours. That’s all I can give you. Now, you got a room I can take Kara to?”

I watched as one of Ice’s eyes twitched, but he didn’t say anything. He only nodded then quietly told Hammer to show me to one of the private rooms in the back.

Stepping out the room, I grabbed Kara’s hand as I looked over her head at my brother. “I’ll see you later.” My message was clear. I would see him when we were supposed to meet up to take down Sandoval.

Dragging Kara after me, I followed Hammer down a couple halls that traversed the back of the strip club until we reached a new hall where the doors were painted red with silver numbers on them. Jesus, what were they running, some kind of kinky bed and breakfast back here?

It didn’t take long to get my answer, because as we walked down the hall, one of the doors opened and a very disheveled business man stepped out, still tucking his shirt back into his pants. Through the crack in the doorway, I saw a naked woman with a sly smile lying on the bed as she watched the man exit her room.

Holy shit. The Regulators MC was selling pussy.

My mind was wondering what to do with this information when I slammed into a hard body in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. Looking up, I found Hammer glaring at me.

“A wise man knows when to keep his fuckin’ mouth shut, Sullivan.”

The man was fierce. I hated to admit it, but I’d rather Hammer be with me than against me, so to speak. But selling girls? Did Lucas know what his supposed friends were doing out of the back of their club?

A small hand patted my shoulder and I grudgingly turned my gaze from Hammer to Kara behind me.

“Don’t judge them, Riley. It’s not what you think.”

Kara’s defense shocked me.

“Really, babe? Because it sure looks like they’re selling more than glimpses of tits and ass back here.”

She leaned into my back, bringing her face closer to mine. Slowly, she returned, “These girls come to them to be safe. Some of them were even rescued by the brothers from pimps who beat and raped them. All of the women are here because they want to be. Would you deny them a safe haven?”

Well… damn. That did put things in a different light. Were the Regulators MC breaking laws? Fuck yeah. Although, if they were doing it to keep women safe, didn’t that make it illegal activity with a sort of honorable intention?

Shaking my head, I conceded. I had bigger fish to fry.

Looking back to Hammer, I gave him a chin lift, which he returned with a long, hard, assessing glare before he turned back around and led me to a red door with the number thirteen on it.

Unlocking the door, he pushed it open and stood aside so we could pass. “Have fun, kids. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Kara stopped in the doorway and laughed at Hammer. “Don’t worry, we’re not into bestiality.”

Hammer leaned forward, giving her a mock growl, and she simply pushed me into the room and slammed the door, still grinning.

When she turned to me, leaning back against the door, her grin melted into a cautious, serious expression. “We’re alone now. Are you going to tell me about your job? Are you in danger?”

I shook my head and she frowned at the action. “Babe, I’ve got a limited time to spend with you before I have to leave again for the night. I want some time where it’s just you and me, shuttin’ the world out, before I have to go. Can we do that and talk about what my job entails another day?”

She bit her bottom lip worriedly. “You’re not putting me off, are you?”

“Nope. I promise we’ll talk about it later. For right now, I’d really appreciate it if there was less talking going on right now and a whole lot of naked about to happen.”

Looking suddenly mischievous, she bit her bottom lip. “Well, you’ve got me here all alone, what are you going to do with me now?”

~~~

Kara

“Take that fuckin’ shirt off.” His voice was a husky rasp that sent a shiver down my spine, and his eyes were blazing with promise.

I grabbed the bottom of Ice’s shirt and started to pull it up, but Riley’s voice stopped me.

“Do it slowly.”

The command made my belly flutter. “You want a show, honey?”

He nodded as he sat on the red satin covered bed, sending a thrill through me. The man I loved wanted a striptease, a presentation of what I’d learned about the art of turning a man on? Count me in. Doing this for Riley would be the stuff of fantasies.

I slowly danced in a circle, rolling my hips until my ass was facing his direction. Then I slowly shimmied the tight pair of black yoga pants down my legs until I heard Riley suck in a breath because he’d just realized I’d been commando under those pants. Letting the pants drop to my ankles, I bent and waved at him through my legs. He gave me an amused smile that morphed into a look of pure heat as I ran my hands up the back of my legs and stood up slowly until my hands rested on each of my cheeks.

I was about to move again when that husky voice ordered, “Splay those beautiful globes baby and show me what’s mine.”

My entire body trembled at the thought of him looking at me there and me proving with the action that he really did own me in almost every way. Pulling the my ass cheeks slightly apart, I bent over a bit, popped my ass out, and made sure I gave him a good view of exactly what he wanted to see. I heard him suck in a breath behind me, which made me wet. With much more of this, I’d be dripping for him.

“Now show me those beautiful breasts.”

I let my hands slid off my ass, bringing it around to the front and toying with the hem of the shirt. Swaying my hips from side to side, I spun in a slow circle until I was facing him. I inched the shirt up my body, little by little. When the shirt was just beneath my breasts, I fisted the fabric in the middle and pulled it up until I was holding the knot between the already swollen, sensitized flesh so the shirt was framing them.

“Off, Kara.”

He was getting impatient. Good. That meant my teasing had worked. Now it was time to get what I wanted.

I peeled off the shirt, dropping it to the floor. Riley sucked in a breath when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra, either.

Sauntering towards him, I relished the look in his eyes. That look was for me. Instinctively, I knew no other woman had ever been looked at like that by Riley and no one ever would.

I was staking a claim on my husband again. The other half of me. By the end of the night, Riley would know it, too.

As I straddled his waist, his hands dropped to my ass, and he dug his fingertips in just enough that I knew I would carry his marks for hours. Leaning forward, I licked his lips with my tongue, making him groan. He instantly captured my lips, kissing me hungrily, as if he would never get enough of me. That was okay because I would never get enough of him, either.

I pulled back, ending the kiss, and moved until my lips were against the shell of his ear. “Now you show me what’s mine, Riley Sullivan.”

He pulled his head back, his face examining my own. “You askin’ me to strip for you, Kara Sullivan?”

I nodded my head slowly, my tongue licking over my bottom lip at the delicious thought of it. His eyes tracked the movement of my tongue, and then he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. This time, he pulled away before picking me up and depositing me on the bed where he’d been sitting.

Standing up, he unbuckled his belt, but he paused before pulling it off. Looking down at me, he rumbled, “I’m not fuckin’ dancing.”

I couldn’t help it, I giggled.

He gave me a glare with no heat behind it then pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans. Then he placed his hand underneath his shirt, low on his belly, and started moving it up, taking the shirt with the hand.

I wanted to trace the muscles of his six pack with my tongue or lick the imaginary trail his hand was slowly traveling. Instead, I sat there unmoving, enjoying my visual feast being revealed.

Once he reached his pecs, he stopped his tease and pulled the shirt off, dropping it on the end of the bed. Pointing a finger to it, he said, “That’s what you put on when I’m done fucking you, not another man’s shirt. Understand?”

My heart was beating like a drum in my chest as I whispered, “Yes.”

Reaching up, I ran my hand over the large tattoo that covered his ribs. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who got ink after our divorce. As I stared at the mermaid sitting on top of the anchor, holding a child, it wasn’t lost on me that she looked just like me. Perhaps Riley had tried to use the tattoo to express his internal scars, much like I had used my tattoos to cover up my external ones.

“Is this for me?” I asked him hesitantly.

“Yeah.” His voice was rough with emotion. Grabbing my hand, he dragged my fingers over the mermaid. “That’s you holding our little boy.” Then he moved my fingers so that they rested over the star above them. “And that’s my version of the North Star. It’s supposed to lead any sailor home. You’re my home Kara.”

He waited for me to respond, but no words came. It was such a beautiful gesture, that it took my breath away.

“You like it baby?”

“Yeah.” I breathed out.

“Good. You want to keep going?”

“Hell yeah.” I murmured.

My answer put him back in motion, and he unbuttoned his jeans, yet I stopped him before he slid the zipper down. Leaning forward, I took the small metal tab between my teeth and pulled down, unzipping him myself. Then I grabbed his jeans and boxers with both hands and pulled them down until they pooled around his ankles. His erection sprung up, hard and straining towards me.

Not wanting to waste another moment, I took him completely in my mouth until his tip hit the back of my throat. He groaned as I ran my tongue against the bottom of his length, while pulling back until only the tip of him remained inside. Wrapping my hand around his base, I alternated between stroking up and down his swollen flesh with teasing licks and strong suction.

I expected him to have his head thrown back, embracing the pleasure I was trying to give him, but his eyes never left me. His scrutiny made me hot and achy between my legs, creating an unbearable need for him to fill me. I wouldn’t give up the taste of him, though. As much as I wanted him inside me, I wanted to make him come that much more. So I sped up my movements and moaned when I got the first taste of his pre-cum.

I started moving my hand more quickly and pulled him all the way out of my mouth so I could lick around his tip like it was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

It didn’t take long before Riley’s control snapped. His hands buried in the hair on either side of my head, and he started thrusting. At the pace he was going, it didn’t take long before he was whispering he was about to come and tried to pull away. I wouldn’t let him, though. I reached around with my hands, grabbing his ass, and ran my teeth lightly over his length, giving him just what he needed to throw him over into his orgasm.

He roared my name as he came.

I whispered his name when he was done.

That was all the invitation he needed to fuck me hard and often for the rest of the day until we both passed out from exhaustion later in the afternoon.

Chapter

19

Riley

Kara was sound asleep, sprawled across my body. Her breath was a slow, steady exhale of air across my chest, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. My hand was tangled in her long hair that was splayed wildly behind her.

I used to think that, if I could have this moment right here, just one more time, I could die a happy man. Now that I had it, I knew I had been wrong. I’d be pissed if I died after this. One more time like this with Kara wasn’t enough for me. I wanted hundreds of moments like this. Thousands of them. If I could live long enough to have millions of these moments, I would want that, too.

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