Chapter 37
37
Robyn
T he following days are strange, to say the least.
Everything comes out in the open: every lie, every secret, every backdoor bribe and shady deal Marlo and Calvin made with Frank Spalding. Sheriff Bentley has our statements on paper—every last detail. It makes for a compelling story.
Fortunately, things don’t work out according to what Marlo and Calvin had planned.
“How are you holding up?” Ellie asks me.
We’re at the hospital. She’s in bed, recovering from her gunshot wound. Samson is sharing his private room with her, mostly because, despite learning about her DEA affiliation, the old hoot still has a soft spot for his favorite bartender. Shay will never let him live that statement down.
“I’m okay. Kyra still has nightmares about the whole thing, but she’s been sleeping with me. It soothes her,” I tell Ellie. “What about you?”
“Personally, I’m surprised you’re even here,” she sighs. “I thought you’d be mad.”
“Oh, I am mad,” I say. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see you again, to be honest. But I tried to put myself in your shoes. I weighed everything carefully, the good and the bad. I understand the motives behind your actions, and I can’t really blame you. You were doing your job. The DEA is supposed to keep drugs and dealers off our streets. Yours is a noble profession and people like Spalding piss all over the good you try to do. I didn’t like the lying to my face part for a whole year, but I believed you when you said you really cared about me. I felt it.”
“I do care about you,” she says, tearing up.
“Yeah. You wouldn’t have been such a trustworthy babysitter if you didn’t really care about Kyra.” I say as I laugh lightly. “You can’t fake real love like that, huh?”
She shakes her head slowly. “No, I can’t. How’s the bun in the oven doing? Any aftereffects from the kidnapping?”
“Nothing concerning. I’m due for another checkup next week,” I reply. “So far, so good, and I am grateful for that. We’re all in good health.”
“Good health,” Samson grumbles as he wakes up from his heavy sleep. He looks around, eyes widening as he recognizes Ellie. “Ah, you’re still here.”
“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” she says and shoots him a grin.
“He’s just playing hard to get. Let’s not forget who insisted you be here in this particular room,” I chime in, giving Samson a wide smile. “You’re looking better, by the way. I can see why Diesel keeps saying the devil can’t die. He meant you.”
“You’re damn right,” he sighs heavily. “What’s the word these days?”
Ellie goes through her phone for updates from her bosses. “Well, it’s a doozy,” she says. “Once I’m fit for duty again, they’re going to post me back in the Oregon field office. But I will have to come down here at least once a week to supervise our agents. They’re screening every member of Spalding’s team in the meantime. Three of them confessed to being in on his conspiracy and drug dealing business. The others claim they had no idea, that they thought it was all DEA-sanctioned, but on the hush-hush.”
“I’m starting to think we got lucky with you, Ellie,” Samson mutters. “If Spalding had known there was a DEA UC in Redwood, I reckon things would’ve gone down differently.”
“He would’ve figured out a way to disclose my identity to the right people,” she says. “He’d have had to take me out first, then move on to the Rogue Riders and Marlo’s business ambitions. I guess you’re right, Samson. Y’all were lucky.”
“In more ways than one,” I tell her.
“Thank you,” she says, her gaze softening. “Your forgiveness means everything right now.”
“You’re going to have to earn it,” I reply, raising my chin in faux pride.
“Anything.”
“Those hot pockets you make from scratch sound like a good way to start,” I say.
“Done.” Her phone pings again. More updates. “It’s going to keep doing this. I’m sorry.”
Samson chuckles dryly. “Let the good news flow, kiddo. Oh, by the way, what’s going to happen to Spalding’s investigation into the MC? The charges, all that crap…”
“It’s all dropped. Your club is as clean as a whistle, with a formal apology from the DEA underway,” Ellie says. “Marlo’s in jail, pending arraignment. She’ll never get a chance at bail, though, not after everything that’s happened.”
“Good. She can rot in jail as far as I’m concerned.”
“And Paulie?” Samson asks.
I give him a curious look. “You want him back?”
“Have I gotten too soft?” He’s genuinely wondering.
“He’s good people,” Ellie says. “He really was trying to help you guys as best as he could.”
The idea of his betrayal stung deeply. But at the end of the day and after careful reflection, I’d be quite the hypocrite if I continued to hate the guy after forgiving Ellie. They were both on our side; we just didn’t know it, and they couldn’t tell us anything either. Plausible deniability, Jagger said. And it makes sense. The guys dealt with that in the military frequently enough to see the sense in Ellie’s and Paulie’s actions, which is why they’re not holding a grudge.
“I’ll talk to Knox about it,” Samson says and sighs again. “Maybe we can let the kid back in.”
“He just wanted to live,” Ellie tells me. “I told him I’d give him a signal to sneak out of the room. Paulie didn’t want to die by Calvin’s side.”
“I understand.”
“It doesn’t make him a coward,” Samson adds. “It doesn’t make him a lion either.”
I can’t help but smile. “Even a Rider knows when to retreat, right, Samson?”
“Right.”
My phone buzzes. I check the message and giggle softly. “I have to go,” I tell Samson and Ellie, “but I’ll be back bright and early.”
“The boys are waiting for you at home, eh?” Samson wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“It’s our first day off from all this madness. Kyra’s with Shay for a few hours,” I say and shrug lightly.
“Go be with the people who love you the most.”
I give Ellie a gentle squeeze of the hand, then drop a kiss on Samson’s cheek.
As I walk out of the hospital, I welcome the chill of early winter and the scent of pumpkin spice lattes lingering in the air. Redwood seems to have returned to its quaint, old self. Still shaken by the recent events, the town insists on being resilient, on clinging to righteousness.
That’s why I’m glad to still call it my home.
The clubhouse is open again. At this hour, as the sun sets over the reddish horizon, the place looks livelier than usual. The yellow tape is gone. The windows have been replaced. It’s as if a crooked arm of the DEA never touched it. We have weathered quite the storm. Inside, they’re already celebrating.
I go in and do my round of hellos and warm hugs, congratulating everyone, thanking them for their work, for their support, and for watching my back while Calvin was on the loose. I will never forget their kindness.
But once I’m done, I take a deep breath and make my way upstairs to the apartment.
I find Knox, Jagger, and Diesel sitting in the living room waiting for me.
“Hello there, fine gentlemen,” I quip as I lock the door behind me.
“Took you forever,” Diesel grumbles. Yet he’s the first to get up and walk over to kiss me.
“I missed you too,” I manage in between his ardent pecks. “Whoa there, cowboy,” I giggle. “You’re on a roll.”
He wraps me in his arms and holds me tight, then tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe as he sniffs my hair and draws a line down the side of my neck with the tip of his tongue.
“It’s been a long day, baby,” Knox says, joining us. “You’ll have to forgive our impatience.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” I moan softly, succumbing to Diesel’s conquest.
In the meantime, Jagger gets up, wincing from the discomfort—his ribs are healing nicely, but there’s still a fair amount of pain. It’s nothing he can’t handle, though.
“Not letting a few rib fractures hold me back,” he chuckles. “We’ve been waiting a long time to be alone with you again.”
“Come here,” I say, reaching out to him.
Knox gets me out of my clothes while I shower Jagger with soft kisses. Soon enough, there’s a pile on the floor. The four of us remain naked and wanting, closer and closer as our bodies yearn for the ultimate comfort.
I’ve been sleeping with Kyra since the troubles ended. Between that and my job at the salon and the constant back-and-forth’s with the sheriff and the FBI, it’s been a hectic few days, to say the least. This is the first chance we’ve had to be together.
Downstairs, music plays and glasses gleefully clink.
Upstairs, Diesel parts my legs and slides his tongue between my slick folds, while I hold on to Jagger for dear life, and Knox covers my back with soft, wet kisses.
“I’ve missed you too,” I whisper, my breath ragged as tension builds up in my core.
“I’ve missed the taste of you,” Diesel says, then proceeds to suckle my clit until I give in.
I come gushing and quivering, the orgasm blowing through me like a sweet summer’s tempest. Jagger’s mouth crashes into mine as Knox’s hands come around, grabbing my breasts and fondling them with passionate delight.
My hips sway back and forth as Diesel drinks me dry.
But we’re just getting started.
“I love you so much it hurts,” Knox tells me as I straddle him on the sofa.
“Oh, baby,” I moan, letting his hard, giant cock fill me to the brim.
Jagger takes me from behind and joins Knox inside me. My pussy clenches in ecstatic agony, wet and burning hot with desire. Diesel sits on top of the sofa, offering me his cock to taste. I take all of him in, hungry and desperate, tasting the saltiness of his precum on my tongue.
Our gazes are locked as I ride Knox.
Jagger’s fingers dig into my hips. Complete abandonment ensues, as they fuck me into the next world. Lord knows I needed this so badly. I can feel the tension unraveling, the anger and the exhaustion leaving my body. All is right with the world again as my men claim me once more.
“I love you,” I tell them as I keep my fingers wrapped around the base of Diesel’s cock, as Knox plants his heels into the ground and drives up into me. My breasts bounce, my curves jiggling as Jagger thrusts himself deeper inside of me.
“That’s it, baby,” Knox growls as he feels me clench around tighter and tighter.
Jagger drives into me deeply. “Give it to me, Robyn. All of it. Come for me… for us.”
“Yes, that’s it, right there!” I cry out, a second climax unraveling from within.
Diesel deep-throats me, giving everything he’s got. I relax my muscles and welcome him, all of him, over and over as tears of joy stream down my cheeks. I’m slick and rippling like an exploding star, my screams muffled by his hard flesh.
I come again, and so does Knox.
I feel his release, my pussy squeezing tight as Jagger joins him.
Soon enough, I drink every drop of Diesel too.
We collapse into each other’s arms, our bodies singing in the rapture of our love. Our limbs are tangled. Our hearts beat as one while we stare at the ceiling, sweat glistening on our cheeks and temples.
“We almost didn’t make it,” I whisper, my heart still thudding.
Jagger pulls me into a kiss. “But we did. We made it.”
Nothing can stop us.
I see that now.
The worst part is over. All that’s left for us is to pick up where we left off, to keep raising each other up, to keep building our lives, brick by brick as we prepare to welcome our baby into a complicated but beautiful world. It won’t be easy, but it will be a wonderful experience. I know it. Deep down, I know it.