The Last Betrayal (20 page)

“Hell Riders,” I say into the deadly silent room. Everyone’s eyes turn to mine; ferocious determination makes my blood pump. I just know I’m right. Hell, I fucking know I’m right.

“Say what?” Prez says, turning to face me.

“Hell Riders have a few Chapters over here right? They have a new Prez. They would know the shit that hit the fan in the States, they would want revenge,” I reply, licking my dry lips as thoughts fly through my mind a hundred miles a minute.

This is not how we wanted this to go, we thought it was going to be as simple as sorting the gang situation. I wasn’t told about the snitch in the club, and that has me pissed that the Prez couldn’t trust us enough to tell us before we came out here.

“Chip, get on that laptop of yours and find out all the shit you can about the British Hell Riders. We need to know what they’re doing, who they are. Hell, we need to know when they have a shit. Get onto it, ASAP,” Prez growls, pounding his meaty fist on the table.

“On it, Prez.” Chip rises from his chair and leaves the room.

“What we doing about Trick, ain’t gonna lie, mate, but it’s not gonna be easy to act normal around him,” Mack says, pulling at his hair in frustration. “We need to come up with something to bring this dickhead down.”

I’m finding it hard to take him serious because of his British lingo and accent.

“Something funny, buddy?” Mack asks me, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Sorry, it’s just that it’s hard to take you serious with your British slang. When you get frustrated it’s more pronounced.” I put my hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter.

“Very fucking funny, mate.” Throwing his head back, he growls into the air. “Trick needs to go, a betrayer like him cannot stay in this club.”

“We’ll sort it, Mack. Calm your-fucking-self down!” Prez roars. “If he’s out there, he could be listening in to this meeting.”

“This is a sound proof room, Prez. He won’t hear fuck all,” Franco, a trusted British brother says.

Leaving the Church room with tense shoulders, we head for the bar for a drink. We have no idea how this will play out, we have no plan in place as of yet and that in itself is making me jittery. But, we have all agreed to act as normal as possible around Trick. It’s going to be tough, but we have no choice. We can’t let him know that we know he’s playing against us.

Sitting at the bar, we talk about other club business while the club whores try to smother us with their cheap perfume. Shaking them off is harder than expected, and it’s starting to get irritating.

“Can you just leave me the fuck alone?” I shout at the peroxide blonde who won’t keep her hands off me, even though I keep shrugging them off. I’ve had enough. “I have an Old Lady and don’t need you whores draped all over me!”

The blonde stands there, arms hanging by her side and bright green eyes wide. “S..Sorry,” she stammers, walking backwards into Mack. She yelps when she turns to see him and hurries off passed me with her head hung.

I shake my head and turn myself back to Cobra who is laughing next to me. “Shut up, man.”

“Chicks just can’t get enough of you, right?” he laughs, banging a fist on the bar in hysteria.

Not bothering with telling him where I’m going, I stand and head to the main doors leading to the street.

Not one for smoking much, or around Lauren, I light a smoke and take a long drag to calm myself. It usually takes something big to get me to lose my head, but when it comes to club whores who can’t keep their hands to themselves when told, that right there just pisses me off.

“Why you wound up so damn tight today, Champ? She was just a club whore.” Cobra lights his own smoke and stands beside me staring out onto the street.

“It’s just this whole situation. She just didn’t help matters,” I reply, flicking my cigarette on the ground and stamping it out. “My blood is boiling for revenge, and I know there is nothing to be done about it just yet. It’s making me restless.”

I start pacing along the yard at the front of the clubhouse, rubbing a hand over my neck in frustration.

“You lads okay?” I hear from by the gates.

I turn slowly and see Trick standing there smiling at us. My veins pulse in anger at this bastard, but I take a few deep, calming breathes as to not lose my temper with him. The time isn’t right. “Yeah, we’re good. Just the club whores being damn clingy.”

Trick laughs aloud before saying, “And the problem with that is?”

“We have Old Ladies, and aren’t interested in the fake girls in there. Club whores aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Plus, you never know who took a dip in their holes.”

I notice Trick visibly cringe at my statement. It wasn’t pleasant but it was the truth.

“Point taken. I need a drink. Catch ya lads later!” He walks passed us and in the club house, and I growl once the doors shut behind him.

“Calm it, Champ,” Cobra warns, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “You’ll give everything away with your attitude today. Go back to your woman, let off some steam.” Cobra gives me one last look before walking through the doors, and once again, I’m alone.

What I don’t understand is why they brought Blade in for something that’s happening on the inside of the club. Usually, enforcers work with MC’s to help with issues on the outside. Not that I don’t like the guy, he’s all right. He’s great, and he’s always calm…which is scarier than a big ass biker when he’s angry.

I make my way out of the gates and start walking, passing shops on the high road. I notice an adult themed shopped and remember what Lauren said last night when she returned from her night out, so I head inside.

Walking out of the shop fifteen minutes later, I call a taxi on a number that the shop clerk gave me. Holding the gold carrier bag while I wait, I smile thinking of Lauren’s face when she sees what I’ve brought her.

Not even five minutes later, a black taxicab pulls up, and I hop in, telling the driver to take me back to the Ritz. I hope Lauren’s there because I want to give her these gifts so I can see the reaction on her face, and hopefully have some fun. I chuckle silently to myself as I watch Tottenham go by out the window.

After paying the driver the fare, I climb out to find Lauren walking through the snazzy spinning door thing. I have no idea what they’re called, but they’re pretty damn cool.

“Lauren!” I call out to her.

She startles and turns, a wide, gracious, smile spreading across her face. “Hey, you! You’re back early,” she says, walking over to me and throwing her arms around my neck.

I give her lips a few kisses before whispering in her ear, “I have a little present for you. You’re going to love it.” I bite her earlobe between my teeth lightly before licking away the sting.

“I’m intrigued. I do like a good gift. Let’s go.” She practically drags me to the elevator. As we stand and wait for it to arrive, she bounces on the balls of her feet.

“You’re like a kid at Christmas, do you know that?” I say to her, laughing softly.

“So? I love presents.” The elevator doors open and we step in, followed by a group of men in tailor-made suits and comb-overs. They nod their heads in our direction before turning and facing the now closing doors.

The silence is deafening, and the need to have Lauren consumes me. If these men weren’t in this elevator with us, I would have her pinned against the mirror and fucking her mouth with my tongue, but instead, we stand there in amicable silence, patiently waiting to reach our floor.

The dinging of the elevator and the robotic woman’s voice alerts us we have reached floor six. When the doors finally open, the businessmen exit without a word and the gold plated doors close in their wake.

Electricity between us has a charge crackling in the air, forcing me to take labored breaths to calm my growing desire.

Finally reaching our floor, we exit and head toward the only door on this floor. Once we have stepped foot onto the plush, beige carpet, she turns to me before I have even kicked the damn door shut.

“So, what have you got me?” Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she stands there with her hands folded in front of her.

Passing her the bag, I say, “I’m sure you will love this. I couldn’t help myself when I walked passed the store.”

She opens the bag and pulls away the tissue paper that covers the box before her eyes widen and a tinted blush creeps over her cheeks.

“What the hell?” she says, looking up at me with her eyes wide with what I can tell is embarrassment.

“I remember you telling me about your conversation with Alexis last night, and remembered you telling me something about you never having one. I thought, what the heck, and went and bought you one.”

“I’m not sure what to say. Thank you?” She says this as a question, and it makes me howl in laughter, her expression is priceless.

“I thought we could have a little fun with it before I have to head out?” I tell her, stalking toward her like she’s my prey. And she is.

Startled, she raises her eyebrows at me before her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “Seriously? You’re joking, right?”

“Why would I be joking, Lauren?” Now standing in front of her, I lift her chin with the tips of my fingers and kiss her tenderly on her soft, wet lips. Her body shudders under my touch.

I hear the thud of the bag hitting the floor before her hands snake around my waist, fisting my t-shirt in both hands. My hands go round her head to grip her hair, angling her to my liking.

Taking the kiss deeper, I hear her moan, and my dick pulses in its confinement. Not wanting to wait another minute to be balls deep inside her, I bend down a grab the bag.

I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her off the ground, and she wraps her legs firmly around me while her hands are locked behind my neck.

Taking long, quick strides to the bedroom, I don’t hesitate and throw her gently onto the mattress.

What I love about my woman, is that it doesn’t matter what the fucking weather is like, she’ll wear a sexy as hell dress that turns my dick into a bit of wood. Her dress has risen to above her hips, and her white, lacy thong covering her bare pussy is on display. My dick pulses with need, and I groan at the zip rubbing on my shaft.

Kneeling on the bed by her feet, I hold her thighs open and lean down, running my nose along the length of her mound. The sweet smell of her arousal has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick and sticking to my boxers. Fuck.

Leaning back on my haunches, my hands reach for the sides of her underwear, ripping them from her body.

“Oh,” she moans, her mouth popping open.

The smell of her wet pussy floats in the air in front of my face and has me almost coming in my pants. Sweet Jesus, her pussy alone will be the death of me.

“This isn’t going to be slow and gentle, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you still feel me next week,” I tell her, once again approaching her groin with my face. I need a taste, a taste of heaven coating my tongue.

My tongue strokes her slit, once, and I moan at the honeysuckle taste of her juices flowing into my mouth. Motherfucking heaven.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I nibble gently, generating a scream of pleasure from Lauren. Fuck yeah.

I rub the tip of a finger against her entrance, pushing slightly and rubbing in small circles. Her hips rotate along with me, causing the top of my finger to slip into her easily.

“Stay still, sweetheart. Just enjoy,” I whisper against her mound, my warm breath making her shiver.

She stops her movements and grips the comforter, and her breathing can be heard, breaking the silence of the room.

“Good girl.” I continue my exploration of between her legs and lick, suck and nibble to my heart’s content. Having enough of the sweetness of her juices, I slam two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the G-spot, and she comes instantly, screaming my name into the room, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Kissing my way up her body, I leave my fingers buried inside her, pumping softly to keep her wet and ready for my dick to take their place.

I slam my lips to hers, forcing her to open up to me, letting my tongue slide over hers and let her taste her juices. She moans, as the taste of her pussy coats her tongue, and I harden more, my dick pulsing to be inside her. But first, it’s time for a bit of fun with a newfound toy.

Removing my fingers from her tight pussy, she whimpers with the loss. “All in good time, sweetheart.”

I quickly climb off the bed and go to the abandoned toy at the end of the bed. Ripping the box open, I hold the large dildo with one hand. Smiling, I test that the batteries work before climbing back onto the bed.

“Time for some fun, Lauren. Are you ready for new experiences?” I ask her, running the Rampant Rabbit up the inside of her right leg.

“Yes,” she mumbles, writhing on the bed in anticipation.

My heart beats faster at hearing her desire to try new things with me, my blood heats with the pleasure that will follow.

I rub the head of the generously large fake penis along her slit, spreading her juices. Without warning, I enter it inside her, burying it deep before flipping the switch. The buzzing is loud in the silent room, the volume of her moans increasing as the Bunny tickles her clit. I start thrusting the dildo fast and hard, soon bringing her another orgasm that visibly shakes through her.

“Liam!” she screams, her head shaking from side to side, her thighs clamping tight around the sex toy and my hand.

Once her body relaxes, I removed it and dump it on the bed, climbing her body, stalking toward her face with quick movements.

Coming face to face with my little sex princess, I kiss along her neck, inching my way up to her ear. “My turn.

I finally removed my dick from its confines and the release of pressure makes me moan quietly. Lining myself up, I don’t give her a chance to reply. I slam home, bury myself as deep as I can, and still to control myself. I do not want to fucking blow like a teenage boy fucking for the first time.

When I think I’ve got myself under control, I start thrusting, hard and deep, using all my muscles in the process.

Fuck me, this feels awesome. The heat and tightness of her pussy clenches tight around me making me moan effortlessly into her throat. She wraps her arms around my neck before her hands wonder over my muscled back. I thrust hard, faster and soon her nails are digging into me making me moan louder. Fuck. This woman has me by the balls and some. Her tight pussy is made of gold, and I’m fucking glad she’s all mine.