Chapter 36 #3
Legion shrugs, pulling a long drag before expelling the smoke in my direction. “Considering where we are standing, I thought you’d be pleased. Besides, you still get to save face. How about a thank you?”
“How about a fuck you… You’re still the cause.”
He flicks his ash with his thumb, clearly agitated, and snaps, “ Are you going to veto the second phase of this plan? Turn your back on your greatest allies, simply to spite me?”
“No.”
He pulls a final drag. “Wise choice,” he mutters on a breath of smoke, then chucks his cigarette on the ground between us and mounts his bike. “I’ll see you at the meet.”
I don’t want to go back inside yet. Not with this storm of conflicting emotions about every-fucking-thing going on in my life converging all at once.
After hearing the details of Legion’s plan, the last thing I want to do is be around my crew.
I turn away from the clubhouse, away from the music and laughter spilling out through the open front doors while my MC celebrates.
I walk a distance away from the clubhouse, toward a picnic table out back, half-hidden in the shadows past the lot.
The wood creaks slightly under me as I sit on the table, rubbing a hand over my face. I close my eyes and let it drop into my lap.
Yeah, Legion’s plan will most likely work, but my crew isn’t going to like his phase two in order to secure all of Jocsan County.
I know I have to give them a heads-up. They can’t walk into this and be blindsided by the move…
I should have fucking thought of this myself before Legion had a chance to sink his demonic claws into Slice’s MC.
The motherfucker is always two steps ahead of me…
A subtle shift in the air penetrates my dark cloud of misery. A calm in the middle of everything. I always feel her before I see her, and when I lift my head, she’s walking to me, boots soft against the grass. Vanna slides up beside me without a word and leans her shoulder against me.
“Why are you missing the party?” she asks.
“I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
She reaches for my hand and laces her fingers through mine. “That was a touching speech.”
“There isn’t much I wouldn’t give to rewrite that part of your past.” I sigh, turning my hand over to grip hers tighter, grounding myself in the feel of her skin.
“The moment I saw you, Dean, I knew I was safe.”
Those words always warm my heart, but… “You still think I’m your knight?”
She shifts to stand between my knees and places her hands on either side of my stubbled jaw, cradling my face. “Who else if not you, sweetheart?”
Her question only reminds me of Legion’s connection to the Morning Star and the tattoo of the knight on his back. Regardless of what it all might mean, he’s too fucking late … I married her. She’s mine… if I can manage to keep her.
“Are you alright?” she asks. “You haven’t been yourself since before we left the house.”
“Big night… Things are happening.”
“I’m proud of you.” Her words hit harder than I expected, and I’m not sure why, but something in me cracks a little.
“I know you don’t always hear it. Not from the club.
Not from the people who only see the cuts and the tattoos and the motorcycles and think they know who you are.
But I do. And I need you to know it, too.
I am proud of you, Dean. I couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for Ace. ”
Her arms circle my neck, and I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair, breathing her in like she’s the only thing keeping me from coming apart. Maybe we’re gonna be okay.
“Do you remember that night on the picnic table?” She leans back to study me, resting her hands on my shoulders. She’s wearing a little smirk, evident in the moonlight, our only source of illumination this distance from the clubhouse.
“Fondly,” I reply.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip at my pun, then lets out a startled squeal as I grab her just below her ass, hoisting her up so she can straddle my lap. Her hips settle against mine, warm and inviting, and a wicked little grin quirks at the corners of her mouth.
She releases my shoulders to drag her fingers down my chest, leaning in close enough to brush her lips over mine. Not quite a kiss, but a temptation I succumb to.
I slip my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her to me. She lets out a quiet moan against my lips and rolls her body, grinding against me. She tastes like whiskey and fire and home. Her kiss is deep and slow, accompanied by a heat that promises to evaporate the pain.
“ Love me,” she whispers her command, and just like that, Legion’s bullshit, the turmoil twisting my insides, and the patch-over party, couldn’t be further away…
E very fiber of my being is envious of him.
I have to adjust the steel rod growing in my pants as I watch her work his tongue… Her pouty lips wrapped around it, their impassioned groans as she… sucks on it… Making love to it…
Of all the seasoned whores I’ve dealt with, I’ve never seen, nor have I experienced a kiss like that .
Pure witchcraft… What I would do to have that mouth again!
Staring in awe at her, wishing I were in his place, I attempt to console myself with the memory of our brief encounter in the wine cellar. I’ve thought of our stolen kiss quite often… Though what she’s giving him of herself right now…she and I barely scratched the surface.
Resentment churns with desire, quickening my pulse as my jealous cock grows harder, still.
She seduces like an enchantress.
Loves like an angel.
Kisses like a demoness.
And fucks like a goddess.
She seems exceptionally eager for him tonight. The maddening sounds of her barely stifled gasps and moans drift from her parted lips into my ears…and I’m certain there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be the reason she cries out into the night…
Powerless against her pleas to be fucked, Keegan manhandles her into a position where she’s bent over the table, and he’s behind her, roughly yanking down her jeans. He fumbles with his own belt and fly, as if he can’t get inside her fast enough.
The sound she makes when he finally does sends a rippling chill up my spine with another bolt of white-hot desire.
Unable to resist her siren’s call any longer, I unzip, freeing my throbbing cock, already leaking with need, and spit in my hand before rubbing my fingers around the head, combining saliva with precum.
I jerk myself in time with his quickening thrusts…
her clipped little grunts and gasps… I close my eyes, zeroing in on only her.
The wet sounds of her arousal…her heady words demanding to be filled…
to be bred… It isn’t long before the three of us are teetering on the edge of release. ..
“Come in me!” she demands of him again. And that’s all I can fucking take. Gritting my teeth, cum shoots from my cock, spilling my seed in hot spurts somewhere on the dark ground as I pump every drop from myself, wishing I was emptying my balls into her womb.
“ No! What are you doing?” Her voice, which was deep with heady lust mere seconds ago, suddenly sounds distraught.
I open my eyes to find them uncoupled. Keegan’s hands are planted against the edge of the table, caging her between them. Hips that had been pounding into her now cocked back.
“Why didn’t you—” she begins to ask when Keegan cuts her off.
“Because you haven’t been taking your birth control, have you?” He’s slightly out of breath as well. Seems neither of us shot our loads in Vanna tonight…
I quietly zip up and take a cautious step closer. Had my heart not already been racing from having just come so hard, it would be beating with excitement…
Vanna turns around and shoves at his shoulders.
He takes a step back from her, tucking himself away as she hastily pulls up her pants.
The defiant expression on her face loses its battle to the guilt she obviously feels.
Her brows shift from furrowed to pitched.
Her tightly pressed lips soften. It’s evident she hasn’t.
Trouble in paradise… Indeed.
My grin broadens, unseen in the darkness. My mind instinctively goes to work on all the possibilities of how this little rift in their relationship might work to my advantage. I listen to the rest of their exchange, eager for information to exploit…
“Jesus fuck, Vanna… We’ve talked about this,” Keegan says.
“ Have we?” she snaps back, a feistiness in her tone that nearly stirs my cock again. “Every time I try to talk to you about it, you dead the subject.”
He runs a hand through his hair, stressed, and grips the back of his neck. “I’m not ready,” he finally breaks the silence between them.
“I’m afraid you never will be,” she says.
“Can you blame me?” he demands, and I find it impossible not to revel in his pain. She attempts to move past him, but he blocks her. “ Vanna…” Keegan pleads.
“It’s already a long shot regardless, isn’t it?” she sighs, though her words are laced with frustration. “All things considered.”
Fuck… That one had to hurt him… I sneer silently to myself.
“That was a low blow, Vanna… I gave you Ace.”
“We were lucky.”
“Yes, we are. Lucky you’re both still alive!”
My excitement dwindles as memory pulls me back to that night in the warehouse…to what she told me when I delivered the evidence of my kept promises…
She had suffered complications…near fatal ones…
“The chances of that happening—” Vanna begins, but he cuts her off again.
“Are not something I’m willing to risk! You mean too much to me, Vanna… More than you seem to comprehend.”
She softens under his discernible agony, releasing another sigh. “I don’t want to have this fight here.”
“ I don’t want to have this fight at all…
” Remorse sinks Keegan’s shoulders beneath the leather cut.
Disappointing her truly does seem to devastate him.
The way he reaches for her hand, not simply taking it , only waiting for her to accept him, speaks volumes without another word passing between them.
She truly would have been the death of him.