Chapter 19
NINETEEN
BLADE
I get out of the truck wound tight, adrenaline still scraping the inside of my skull.
Those college punks pushing their luck again was the last thing we needed tonight.
Bri stayed close, but I could feel how shaken she was.
I hated every second of her being anywhere near that shit.
So yeah, when she suggested tacos and a movie night once we got home, I couldn’t tell her no.
I want a night that doesn’t end with fists or threats.
It feels like every other day I’m dragged back into club business, tracking the bastards trying to poison Jackson.
I volunteer for half of it because I need to finish this.
I need to get the danger gone so I can keep her safe and actually breathe.
She is the one thing I will always protect.
I know exactly what happens when a woman is left unprotected. I’m not making that mistake again.
I head straight for the shower, figuring I’ll wash the night off before we get comfortable. But when I step out, steam still clinging to my skin, I freeze.
Bri is standing there completely naked like it’s the most casual thing ever. My brain short-circuits. Before I can even wrap a towel around myself, she drops to her knees right in front of me and wraps her hand around my cock like she owns it.
My breath punches out of me. “Baby girl, what are you doing?” I ask, voice already rougher than I mean it to be.
She doesn't answer. She just looks up at me through those thick lashes and sucks me between her soft, perfect lips.
Fuck. That sight hits me like a freight train.
Her mouth tight and hot around my cock. Her cheeks hollowing as she takes more of me down her throat.
Her eyes locked on mine like she wants to devour every filthy thought in my head.
I fist my hands at my sides, fighting the urge to grab the back of her head and wreck that pretty mouth. Because she looks unreal like this. On her knees. Wet lips stretched around my cock. Giving me a front row seat to the dirtiest dream I’ve ever had. And I’m pretty sure I’m never recovering.
Her tits bounce with every movement, full and tempting, her nipples hard like they’re begging for attention. Fuck she’s sexy, the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. My brain is shorting out. Nothing exists except her naked perfection and the way she’s worshiping my cock.
I slide my fingers into her hair and guide her faster, watching her lips stretch around me as she takes everything I give.
She hums again, sweet vibrations that make my eyes roll back.
My breath stutters when I glance down and see her other hand between her thighs, fingers playing with her pretty pussy like she can’t help herself.
“Jesus,” I rasp. “You’re unreal.”
She moans around me, and it shoots straight through me like lightning. My grip tightens, my hips pushing deeper, chasing that fire she lit under my skin.
I’m close. Too close. The choices hit me all at once.
Do I spill down her throat like a filthy reward.
Do I cover those perfect tits in everything she pulls out of me?
Or do I slide right into that amazing, dripping pussy and lose myself completely.
I can barely think. I just know one thing for sure.
I’m about to come like a goddamn sinner at church.
I pull her up with me, hands firm on her hips.
She lets out this soft gasp, all surprised and needy, and it punches straight into my chest. I lift her like she weighs nothing and set her on the bathroom counter.
Water drips off me and onto her skin, making her look even more sinful under the bright light.
Her thighs fall open for me without hesitation. Like she’s been waiting for this. For me. I step in close, grab her ass, and drag her right to the edge. Her pussy is right there. Slick. Ready. Ruining every last shred of patience I ever pretended to have.
“Look at you,” I groan, lining myself up. “Pretty girl acting like she needs my cock to breathe.”
“Please, Blade.” Her eyes flutter. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
That’s it. I push in slow enough to feel every inch claim her, but hard enough she feels exactly how bad I want her.
Her tight cunt squeezes me in a way that nearly finishes me on the spot.
“Fuck,” I grit out. “You’re gripping me so good. ”
She whimpers and rolls her hips, trying to take more, and I lose it. I drive in deep, burying myself inside her. Her body clenches around me like she’s addicted already. My hands hold her steady as I start to thrust, each movement making the counter creak and her breath hitch.
I watch her face twist with pleasure, her tits bouncing with every snap of my hips, those perfect nipples begging for my mouth.
Her legs wrap around me, locking me in place like she plans to keep me right here forever.
And honestly, I don’t plan on going anywhere.
Anywhere but inside her is the last place I want to be.
I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, tasting her skin as I thrust deeper. Her nails scrape down my back, and it sends a dark, hungry shiver right through me. She keeps pulling at me, like she wants me impossibly closer.
“You feel that?” I groan against her throat. “That’s me inside you. Right where I belong.”
She moans, a sound that makes my pulse jackhammer.
Her hips roll up to meet every thrust like she’s chasing the same edge I am.
I grip her tighter, fingers digging into her ass as I slam into her again.
And again. Each time harder. Each time deeper.
Her breath comes out in these sweet little cries that make me want to ruin her in the best possible way.
Her pussy clenches around me like she’s already close. “Fuck,” I rasp. “You gonna come for me, baby girl?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide.
I slide one hand up her body and pinch her nipple just to hear the needy sound she makes.
My control? Gone. Absolutely dust. I bend and take that nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
Her head tips back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.
Her fingers clutch my hair, holding me there. And I love it.
“Good girl,” I mumble against her skin. “Take me. Come on my cock.”
Her whole body tightens and her back arches off the counter.
She cries out, trembling as she comes. That tight, wet pussy pulses around me, dragging me right to the brink.
I grab her hips and drive into her harder, chasing the peak.
My vision goes fuzzy at the edges as pleasure rips through me.
I come with a deep, rough groan, buried inside her, filling her up completely.
For a moment, we just breathe, tangled and shaking, her legs still wrapped around me like she doesn’t want to let go. I brush a kiss against her lips, chest heaving.
Bri smiles up at me, all satisfied and glowy. “Well,” she murmurs, teasing, “that escalated quickly.”
I laugh under my breath, still trying to catch my damn oxygen levels. “You started it.”
I help her off the counter and she grins up at me all smug like she didn’t just pull my brain out through my dick.
She wraps herself around me for a second, soft and warm, and I take a breath, trying like hell to calm down.
Nights like this? This is the shit I wish we got more of.
No drama. No club business blowing up my phone.
Just her. Us. Normal. But normal ain’t my life.
A minute later my burner buzzes against the counter like a pissed-off hornet. I don’t even have to check the damn thing to know it’s trouble. It’s never a good thing when Pres calls after dark.
Bri notices the shift in my shoulders immediately. “Club?” she asks, towel tucked tight around her, eyes narrowing like she’s waiting for me to lie.
“Yeah.” I force my jaw to relax, dry off enough to shove into clean jeans. “Something going on in Jackson. We gotta take a look.”
She watches me gear up like she hates every step it takes to turn me back into Tail Gunner instead of the guy who just had her moaning on a bathroom counter.
“We were gonna eat,” she says quietly. “Movie and everything.”
“I know.” And fuck do I hate bailing on her again. “We’ll still do all that. When I get back.”
Her eyes don’t quite buy it, but she nods anyway. Loyal as hell even when she’s pissed.
I step in closer, hooking my fingers under her chin. “Keep the doors locked. Don’t open up for shit. You hear something weird, call me. I’ll come back.”
She wants to argue. I see it flicker in her eyes like a lit fuse. She knows the drill, but she also doesn’t want to be treated like a damn kid who can’t handle herself. And maybe one day I’ll learn how to ask instead of order. But tonight? I just need to know she’s safe.
“Blade…” she tries one more time.
“Bri. Please.” The word tastes weird in my mouth. I don’t beg. But I’m begging her.
Her lips press flat. She gives a stiff nod. “Fine. Go. I’ll be here.”
That should make me feel better but it doesn’t. I grab my cut, shrug it on. The weight settles over my shoulders like armor. Rings. Knife. Boots. I become the man who deals with threats so she never has to.
She pads after me to the front door, legs bare and hair damp. She looks like home. And I’m walking out into the kind of shit that kills homes.
I take one last look at her, fingers brushing her jaw. “Lock it behind me.”
She nods, eyes softer now. “Don’t be stupid.”
I huff a laugh. “No promises.”
I step outside, cold air knifing through the heat she left on my skin. Door shuts behind me. Locks click. I tell myself that means she’s safe.
I swing onto my bike and fire her up. The engine rattles the quiet street, a reminder that the Reapers are always watching, always ready.
I should be focused on what Mason needs.
The intel. The ops tonight. Rev and Lucky waiting at the clubhouse, probably bitching about why I’m late.
But all I can think about is the look on Bri’s face when I told her to stay put.
She agreed. But that hesitation? Yeah. I clocked it. My girl doesn’t like being told what to do.
I peel out toward the clubhouse, dread settling in low and mean beneath my ribs. Something in the air feels off. Too quiet lately. Feels like the calm before a storm that’s already decided who it wants to drown.