Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Parker (Spider)
Ireally should be paying attention. Church is being held far more frequently lately than it has in the past.
The undercurrent of stress with Maddox's cousin is driving us all to be more aware. Not me. At least not in the way everyone else is strategizing for the club. We need to figure out how the hell we get out of the ruse we've built with the rival club—Chain Smokers. Stupid fucking name.
Maddox is fed up with faking all the illegal shit his cousin pressures him to do. We're not fucking criminals. It's annoying having to act like we are just to keep the fucked up peace between our clubs.
Maddox and Victor were friendly enough as kids, especially because their fathers were both MC presidents. I'm not sure what exactly happened, and I've been with our Shadows MC since I was born, but something changed Victor.
A slow deterioration of Victor's morals made him the monster he is today. A demon who wants nothing more than for Maddox to be his partner in crime. Literally.
Maddox doesn't have an evil bone in his body though. Sure, he's a dominant asshole who's in charge of a lot of other dominant assholes, but he would never do the shit Victor does. We don't even dabble in drugs, not that Victor knows that.
It's becoming harder and harder to fake our friendship with the Chain Smokers. The one time Maddox told him we wouldn't do the shit their fathers did sent his cousin on a rampage. That was at the beginning of our presidency.
We lost four good men and one old lady.
Seven years later, we're still playing up the ruse that we learned our lesson. Let Victor think we treat women like shit while running drugs and guns for a living. Except now, we're stronger and smarter, and we have the trust of our brothers to back us up.
It's time we split and take the fucker down. Maybe if Victor was only running drugs and weapons, we'd leave him be, but we draw the line at trafficking. That's a fuck no.
So I should be listening to the plans and new threats the men have found, but I have a personal problem I'm battling. Why the hell did Ripley come home at three in the morning today looking ready to murder someone?
Watching him flex his fists and flip his knife with angry precision for the past half hour is driving me up the fucking wall. Koa's our calm one, and he isn't much better.
What do they know that I don't? And why does it seem like Maddox doesn't notice? He notices fucking everything. The four of us may all be the presidents of the Shadows, but Maddox is the top boss. He's our leader.
"Shade, what about the women?" Jake, our club brother asks.
Maddox grunts, acknowledging the question. Shade is his road name.
Koa, Ripley and I only call each other by our real names.
We're not simply club brothers, but lovers.
We live together and love each other as partners do.
It took many years for the club to learn that being bisexual does not make us weak.
Hell, we're the strongest unit there fucking is, all because we know each other inside and out.
Hmm, maybe Ripley just needs a good fucking? When was the last time I pinned him to the kitchen table? Have we been so stressed with keeping our club safe that we haven't been taking care of each other?
"When shit goes down, we'll bunker them at the back of the property. Nobody will get to them."
That's what it all comes down to. Protecting our women and most vulnerable members. We need our home to be a safe haven. Maddox's cousin is thinking he should have free rein; our compound is the complete opposite.
"Spider," Maddox calls out my road name. "Any strategy opinions?"
He knows I wasn't paying attention. The fucker narrows his eyes at me in warning.
"I'm working on a few ideas for guard positioning in the following weeks. I do think we need to move the women and children before things get nasty. Which means we will need to plan ahead of Victor's rampage."
Maddox nods and finishes church with a motivational speech that makes Rip roll his eyes. Seriously, what crawled up his ass if it wasn't me or the other two?
As soon as the last member exits the room, I lift Ripley out of his chair and press him against the wall. "What happened last night?!"
"Whoa, hey," Koa gasps, rounding the large meeting table. He doesn't care that Ripley's baring his teeth at me like an angry raccoon, or that the tension in my body is slowly rising. He just places a hand on my chest and nudges me back a step.
With one hand keeping Ripley in place, I grab the front of Koa's black T-shirt and yank him between us. "You know something. Spit it out."
"We don't keep secrets from each other," Maddox adds, leaning against the wall a few feet away from us. He doesn't sound all that bothered. "What's going on?"
Ripley grinds his teeth together when I shove Koa into him. At a little over an inch shorter than Rip, Koa's ass lines up perfectly with our man's cock.
"I don't think it's important right now," Ripley forces out.
"If that were true, the three of you would have participated in church. Instead you were all off in fucking la la land while I fielded all the goddamn questions. So I ask again," Maddox rumbles in a threatening tone, "what happened?"
Koa sags against Rip, the look of concern on the shorter man's face alarming me. We're not soft men by any means, but Koa and I have tender hearts that we try to keep hidden. Me more so than him.
"Just don't break another table, please. They are a bitch to get in here," Koa mutters.
Sighing, Ripley takes over and looks Maddox in the eye. Just that one move tells me everything I need to know. Cassidy.
"Cassie was out with her friend last night and decided to try her hand at seducing a stranger," Ripley states, as if that won't set off our possessive leader.
"Excuse me," Maddox growls and storms from the room.
Koa sighs and drops his forehead onto my chest. "I know why he's keeping her away, but I think not claiming her might cause more problems."
Ignoring him, I track Ripley's strong, scarred hands gripping Koa's hips. They jerk together, making Koa gasp in pleasure.
"No, no," I say, gripping Koa's jaw. His short, messy black hair and sharp features make me so fucking hard. "I want to know why I wasn't included in your latest stalking escapade. And why nobody told me."
"You know why, Parker," Ripley responds, giving me a soft look we rarely see from him.
Scowling, I drop my hand and step back. To my surprise, Koa drops to his knees and gets to work on unfastening my black jeans.
I keep my face neutral and address Rip's statement.
"And you know what you're doing is fucking selfish.
Watching her, giving her any kind of fucking attention could get her killed. "
Ripley doesn't take his eyes off me as he grabs a handful of Koa's hair. My jeans are yanked down, and my solid cock bounces between the three of us.
"She's ours even if you fuckers are too stubborn to believe it," Ripley snarls.
Before I can snap back that she can't be his if they've never fucking met, Koa's hot mouth is sucking me down his throat.
"Fuck!" I grunt and grab Ripley's wrist to help guide Koa on my throbbing length. "Fuck you guys."
Ripley chuckles darkly as Koa moans, swirling his tongue around the base and slurping all the way back up. He gives the best fucking head. We love using his mouth as a weapon against each other.
Don't want to argue but want to get your point across? Get Koa on his knees. Damn, does he love it too. A sexy, sassy president of an MC cumslut.
"Don't miss a drop or you won't come until the weekend," I snarl. A puff of laughter explodes from my mouth when Koa blinks pleading eyes up at Ripley.
"You heard him," Rip deadpans and forces him to deepthroat me. He knows exactly how to get me off. I don't have the breath to curse him out because Koa gags and moans all at once, swallowing everything I shoot past his wicked tongue.
"Mmm, he didn't miss a drop," Ripley hums, and pulls our man off my spent dick. I watch, eyelids heavy with pleasure as Rip shoves his tongue in Koa's mouth, seeking my cum.
They make it so fucking hard to make them see reason. Cassidy will cause problems for us, but that's not what I'm worried about. We will be dragging her into something she can't escape if we're not careful.
It's not if, but when.
And those three fuckers are not being careful with Cassidy.