Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Vicious couldn’t remember the last time he slept so soundly. He could blame it on the hours he was working, but deep down, he knew it was because of the woman currently sleeping in his bed. When he climbed out of bed, Sway was snuggled under a pile of sheets and blankets. With his mind and body relaxed from a hot shower, he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to wake his sleeping beauty.
Sway woke to the smell of coffee, and she remembered where she was. She was in Vicious’s bed. She was embarrassed that she had fallen asleep on him the night before. Man, he had not been joking about them relaxing. Maybe he knew something she didn’t, like that sex wasn’t the answer to all things. It was, however, fun.
Burying her face into Vicious’s pillow, she breathed in his scent. Sway rolled back over and stretched. She’d slept like the dead. Something about the houseboat was calming .
Vicious smiled as he entered the bedroom. The room was toasty with the small wood-burning stove on. “You’re awake.” Stepping up into the bedroom, he saw Sway look at him over the blankets. “I have the bathroom heater on for you and coffee should be done.”
“Are you trying to move me along, Vicious?” Sway asked with a smile. He looked yummy with his skin all pink and warm from a fresh shower, and the towel hanging on his hips hid nothing.
“Not in the least.” Crossing the room, he barely put a knee on the bed when he heard the telltale sound of his phone ringing. Cursing under his breath, he reached over and answered the damn thing. “Hello.”
Vicious watched as Sway started to get up, and he shook his head. “Teller just called a meeting. Get your ass to the clubhouse,” Player snapped.
“On my way, mom.” Vicious chuckled as he hung up. Tossing the phone aside, he climbed onto the bed and crawled over Sway, forcing her to lie back down so he could take his time kissing her. “I have to head to the clubhouse,” he said between kisses.
“I have to go open the shop,” she answered.
“Can you lock up when you leave?” he asked as his mouth made its way down her naked body. Damn if he didn’t love that she slept naked.
“Mmmhmm.” When his mouth stopped at her mound, Sway gently shoved him down farther. She just needed his mouth on her for a few minutes. His hands pushed her thighs apart, and she opened them and let out a soft sigh. Her entire body was burning up, and her clit hummed with need at the sensation of his tongue dipped between her folds.
Gliding one hand between her thighs, Sway slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, toying with Vicious’s tongue. Licking his way back up her body, Vicious fisted his hand tightly around his cock, pumping from the base to the head as he positioned it at her pussy’s entrance. “Keep those fingers in your pussy, baby.” With a hard thrust, he pushed into her cunt and groaned. “Fuck, your pussy is so fucking wet, baby.”
The smell of sex filled the room. He loved the smell of her. Loved the look of her cresting over the edge of that orgasmic ledge. “I love the feeling of your fingers gliding along my cock while I fuck you.”
Watching as her head thrashed against the pillow, he pumped harder into her sweet pussy. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his balls tightened. He couldn’t look away as Sway arched up, taking him deeper.
Her free hand tangled in the sheets, hanging on as she cried out his name. With her trembling legs vibrating against him, Vicious ground his teeth as every muscle tightened and his veins bulged as the orgasm burst from him, coating her inner walls with cum.
Slapping the side of her thigh, she gave him a half-ass smile. Gently pulling away from her, he collapsed next to her on the bed. “Woman, I’m gonna catch hell for being late.”
“Blame it on the traffic,” she panted out as she moved her cum-coated fingers from his dick over his stomach .
“I need to take another shower,” he grumbled, enjoying the feel of her fingers running over his stomach.
“I’m not. I’m gonna walk around all damn day smelling like you,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” Kissing her quick, Vicious climbed off the bed and quickly dressed. If you can wear me all day, I can definitely wear you.”
“That’s my man.” She giggled. “Now, get going before they fine me for you being late.”
“If I get hit with a fine, you’re paying it for sure.” He chuckled, heading for the stairs. “Hey, I know this is short notice, but we’re throwing a party for some brothers who are coming in from Provo tonight. Would you want to go for a little while?”
“I’ll go with you.” Watching Vicious, she smiled, thinking he had no idea what was in store for him later at the party.
“I appreciate it. Damn, I’m so fucking late.” He laughed as he headed downstairs.
Gathering up his things, Vicious listened to the silence. Smirking, he realized Sway had fallen back asleep. Good for her , he thought. She needed to catch up on some rest. He’d check in on her later, once he found out what was happening at the clubhouse.
Thirty minutes later, he walked into the clubhouse. He didn’t have to lie about traffic—it had been a bitch. Catching sight of Player and Joker talking to Teller, he headed straight for the trio, readying himself for a fight. “Gentlemen, what’s going on? ”
“We had a fucking break-in at the warehouse,” Teller told Vicious as he looked the brother over.
Vicious cocked an eyebrow at Teller. The man could be more forthcoming with the information. “Be more specific, please.”
“The warehouse over in the Red-Light District, the one where I store all the supplies for the clinic,” Razor said with a whole lot of venom lacing his words.
Turning his attention to Razor, Vicious spoke to him directly. “How much did they get?” He could see the anger rippling off the guy. Vicious couldn’t blame him—the clinic supplied not only the chapter with medications but the whole of the lower-income area. Not everything came easy when it came to medical attention and medicines. The government liked peddling that lie, but the people knew the difference.
“Half my medical stash.” Razor rubbed his forehead, annoyed that all his hard work to bring in medical supplies through underground means had been stolen. It wasn’t anything that junkies would want. “This was a personal hit on us. I can’t see anyone in the area wanting to steal antibiotics.”
Grasping Razor’s shoulder to make the brother look at him, Vicious needed to see where Razor’s mood was at. Anger wouldn’t solve anything until they had a name behind the break-in. If Vicious had to bet, his money would be on Jerome Michel and Dawson Franks. The problem was, he had no proof. “I’m afraid to ask about the cameras.”
“They took them out, but Sherlock was able to find cameras on other buildings that might give us some answers.” Razor glanced over toward the side room, where Sherlock’s computer room was. He could see the brother working frantically as he searched the web for any information on the crime. If the theft was for resale purposes, Sherlock would find the seller.
“Gotta love those CCTV cameras,” Teller cut into the conversation.
“When we get an ID on the assholes, it’s war,” Razor told Teller without hesitation.
“I’ll back your play, Razor” was all Teller told him.
“I fucking hate people sometimes,” Razor shouted, walking off.