Vexed (7 page)

“
W
hat
?” I ask as soon as I step in the chapel. Yeah, club comes first. But right now, there’s a hot naked woman in my shower that I’d rather be dealing with, than anything my VP’s gotta tell me.

“Tucker’s a problem.”

“No shit.”

“I’m serious. He made a detour. Went right through Red Storm territory, and I’m pretty sure he had a sit-down with Deacon.”

Well, fuck me. Karina’s father really must have a death wish.

Wolf all but snaps his fingers in my face when I don’t answer him right away. “How do you want to handle it?”

“My plan was to let him get through these next few shipments, then hand him over to Dante to deal with.” Dante’s got lots of reasons to want Tucker dead. But now that it looks like Tucker’s trying to get protection from one of our rivals, it might be time to move up his execution date.

Wolf’s eyebrows draw down. He doesn’t know the full story about why Dante’s got it out for Karina’s father. And it ain’t my business to tell it. From what I know, after the way Tucker’s treated both his daughters, he’s earned every bit of pain coming his way.

“How do you wanna play it?”

“Let’s see how he acts when he comes in.” I didn’t land in this chair by making rash decisions. Although, every day that I’m forced to tolerate Tucker’s fuck-ups, I’m rethinking my decision not to kill him back when I found him rippin’ me off.

Wolf opens his mouth to argue with me, and I hold up a hand. “It ain’t for discussion, brother.” I ain’t touching a tire inside Red Storm territory without good reason. And Tucker ain’t a good reason to risk myself or my men.

“Our alliance with Bolt’s crew is solid.”

“Solid
now
.” After way too many concessions in my opinion. “Savage Dragons got beef with Tucker, too. I ain’t wasting any favors on him.”

“What if he don’t come back?”

“Then we’re out a couple grand. Tucker don’t know shit that could hurt us.”

“Okay, Prez.”

Finally. Fuck me, but I get tired of explaining every fuckin’ move I make sometimes.

T
hank fuck no
one else is waiting to stop me from getting back to Athena when I leave the chapel. Well, none of my brothers.

Melody stops me in the hallway.

“You need something new tonight?”

“Nope. I’m good, honey.”

“Maybe a third?”

“No,” I answer without even considering the offer. Since up until last night Athena was a virgin, I don’t think me bringing in another girl will make her too happy. I don’t stop to examine my lack of interest or how much I need Athena all to myself.

When I step into my room, the running water from the bathroom gets my dick hard. My feisty lil’ bitch is in there.

My clothes hit the floor so fast it isn’t even funny.

The outline of her slick body is visible through the glass, working me up even more. The sounds of her singing softly stop me.

Shit, that’s cute.

She lets out a little scream when I open the door. I play big, bad protector and wrap her up in my arms, getting soaked in the process. “It’s just me.”

Her little hand whacks my chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It will be.”

She peers up at me. “President of a motorcycle club is more than just riding hogs and clubhouse orgies, isn’t it?”

I snort at the question. “Yeah, Shortcake.”

“Do you do bad things?”

“Sometimes.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No. You’re safe with me.”

She rests her cheek against my chest and I squeeze her a little tighter. Her arms wrap around my middle and we stand there under the spray for a bit. It’s nice. Peaceful.

I have few peaceful moments in my life. I’m not complaining. It’s just a fact. So this one, I’m enjoying the fuck out of.

After a few minutes, peaceful turns to playful. Athena’s hands slide down over my ass and she gropes me.

“You have a nice tushy,” she murmurs.

Honest to God, it’s the funniest compliment a woman has ever given me, and I burst out laughing.

Her girlish giggles fill the shower stall. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not. You’re cute.” She makes a few good-natured grumbly noises. “Hey, I never asked. What’re you doing this summer?”

Her gaze slips away from mine and she lifts her shoulders. “Not much.”

“You doing that hospital internship with Karina?”

She glances up at me in surprise. “Why do you know what Karina’s doing?”

Why is that weird? Dante’s girl’s in my clubhouse all the time. Plus, he never shuts the fuck up about her. “I don’t know. Dante’s mentioned it a bunch of times.”

“Oh.”

Her hands slide over my ass again, her little nails raking into skin. “Careful, Shortcake.”

This time she’s feeling flirty. She bats her long, wet lashes a few times. “Why? Are you going to spank me again?”

Using my bigger body, I shove her up against the slick tile wall, caging her in with my forearms. Her doe in the headlights eyes stare up at me with so much innocence, I almost want her to close them, so she doesn’t see all the filthy ways I want to use her body. One of my big hands slides into her hair, cupping the back of her head so I can lower my mouth to hers. Pushing my tongue past her parted lips to taste her. She moans into my mouth and rises on her toes, then slips, grabbing my shoulders to keep her balance.

“Careful,” I whisper, as I pull back.

My cock’s like steel against her soft belly, and her hands stroke down my arms, over my hips, finally wrapping around me. “Can I try again?”

She’s too sweet for a man like me.

I nod anyway, because the way she keeps staring at my dick and licking her lips? No, isn’t an option.

Excitement and fear clash inside me. My hands continue to lazily slide up and down Romeo’s impressive cock. Well, impressive to me. I don’t exactly have a lot to compare it to. It feels amazing and he knows how to use it. That’s all that matters.

“You won’t come in my mouth again?” I ask.

Romeo’s lips quirk but he rubs the back of his hand over my cheek. “No, sweetheart.”

He could repeat the alphabet in that low, rumbly voice, and I’d be ready to drop to my knees.

This time I want to make it good. Show him I’m not a stupid little girl. My hands continue to stroke up and down his shaft. At least there’s enough light to admire him fully. I take my time kissing my way down his chest, which he seems to appreciate. His groans of satisfaction vibrate through me, arousal right behind it.

Balancing myself by gripping his legs, I lower myself to the shower floor. The water turns cool and Romeo shifts to adjust the temperature.

I stare at his cock for so long, he chuckles. “Lick me.”

His hand threads into my hair, brushing wet strands from my forehead and I lean forward to take a taste. Above me, he hisses, and I raise my eyes to find him staring down at me.

“Good girl,” he whispers hoarsely. “Now, open wider.”

A little fear runs through me as he positions himself to thrust into my mouth. He’s
big
. But he takes his time, slowly sliding his cock into my mouth. The salty taste of him doesn’t bother me this time, and I close my mouth around him. My hands work up and down as he moves faster, fucking my mouth deeper with each thrust until I choke. He pulls back and our eyes meet again.

“Okay?” he asks.

I nod and open my mouth wider, sticking my tongue out in a completely obscene way that I’d never do with someone else. But I feel free to explore and do anything that comes over me with him. Especially when he growls and thrusts back into my mouth. “Pretty girl, take it all for me,” he grunts out. Our eyes lock as he watches for any sign I’m not loving this, and it makes me feel safe enough to relax.

“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Pinch your nipples for me.”

As if he holds a remote control to my body, my hands leave him to cup my breasts, squeezing.

“Harder.”

The second my fingers close over the tight peaks, I moan and he curses, pulling out and shooting cum all over my chest.

“Jesus. Fucking hell. Fuck.” He’s breathing hard, braced against the wall, but after a second, he glances down and offers me a hand. He pulls me off the floor into his arms and takes my mouth in a deep kiss.

“Was that better?” I ask when we part.

His mouth turns up. “Fuck yeah.”

He turns me toward the spray, cleaning me off. When he’s finished, his lips brush against my ear. “I need you in my bed.”

“Okay.” He seems different as he slaps the faucet off and grabs a towel. He dries me carefully. Kneeling puts him at eye level with my breasts and he stares at them for a few seconds. As I’m about to ask what he’s doing, he cups them, flicking his thumbs over the pebbled tips.

“Oh,” I whisper, then gasp as he sucks one into his mouth, pulling away slowly until my nipple is trapped between his teeth. My hands dig into his hair, holding him to me, but giving him enough room to suck and nibble at my other breast.

“Reed, fuck.” My hushed voice sounds ten times louder against his heavy breathing in the tiny bathroom.

“In a minute.”

I’m too frenzied to laugh. He stands and picks me up, sealing his mouth against mine and carrying us to the bedroom. I bounce a little when he tosses me on the mattress, but he follows, pushing me backward and parting my legs. It freaks me out to have him study my private area so my legs close. Or they would if he hadn’t wedged his arms between them.

“Why are you staring at me?”

For a brief second, he flicks his gaze up and meets my eyes. “Because you’re fucking beautiful.”

Heat sears my skin at his simple, honest statement. “Oh.” He’s so completely comfortable naked, staring at my pussy like it’s no big deal. And I realize that’s because for him it’s
not
a big deal. He’s probably done this hundreds of times.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he lays down, tossing my legs over his shoulders and running his hands over my thighs.

“Nothing. No one’s ever paid such close attention to
down there
.”

He grunts and uses his thumbs to spread my lips. “Men eat pussy, Athena. Don’t waste your time on ones who don’t.”

My stomach clenches at the reminder. Whatever we’re doing here is only short-term. I know that. But I can’t be upset about it.
I’m
the one leaving for L.A. soon.

I don’t have a chance to respond, because he closes his mouth over my clit. My hips shoot up, grinding into his face, because that is ah-ma-
zing
.
Holy fucksticks!

His groans of approval are muffled because I keep pushing harder into his face. His hands slide under my butt, pulling me closer, holding me up so he can
feast
. It’s the only way to describe what he’s doing.

“Holy fuckcakes!”

He chuckles and keeps right on licking me into oblivion. He pushes one finger in me, and pumps it steadily until I’m whimpering and so close to the edge I want to explode.

When he adds a second finger, I’m done. “Reed!”

He makes this “Uh-hmm” sound but doesn’t take his mouth off me for a second.

After what seems like an eternity of bliss, I’m limp. Reed pulls away, grinning and wiping his face. “You’re so fucking sweet. Could do that all night.”

I’m still sensitive and tingly everywhere so I sort of grunt in response, which makes him laugh. My head rolls to the side to watch him while he rubs his thick cock. “Need to fuck you now. You up for it?”

“I think so.”

He gestures to his nightstand. “Grab me a condom.”

I turn but can’t quite reach.

“Hurry, or I’ll come on your pretty little tits.”

Finally, I snag one and toss it to him. He’s severely sexy as he rips into the package and slides the rubber on. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide, but his eyes are watching me as he nudges his cock in slow. “Your wet little cunt is perfect.”

No one’s ever said such crude things to me before. But I love it.

It feels wrong, but in all the best ways.