Chapter Two
McKenna
As I turned off of Fulton Ave. into the parking lot at the Underground, the conversation I’d had with my sister was still playing on repeat in my head. I couldn’t wrap my head around her comment.
Maybe Jaxon did what they said he did?
Uhm, no. I would never believe that in a million bazillion years.
Jaxon wasn’t a cop killer. He wasn’t any kind of killer. He was our brother, and he needed us to figure out how to get him out of freaking prison.
On that thought, I shoved open my car door .
“Hey, buttercup! You need help?”
“ACK!” I squawked, hitting my head on the doorframe as I climbed out of my car.
“You okay?”
“Jesus, Rookie!” I pressed my hand to my chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
My heart was thumping against my ribs like it was trying to beat right out of my chest.
He rolled his eyes. “You really need to pay more attention to your surroundings.”
I lifted my hand to block the sun as he swaggered over.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be hiding in the shadows.”
He rolled his eyes again. “Whatever.”
Rookie was my favorite of all the prospects. We’d become pretty good friends in the year I’d been working for Pee Wee.
“Shut up,” I smiled, reaching into the backseat of my car for my bag.
When I came back out with my backpack in hand, he motioned for me to hand it over.
“I’m not helpless,” I said, holding it out to him.
He might have to wait on the members, but he didn’t have to do that for me.
“Never said you were,” he countered.
I held my hands up in surrender. If he wanted to haul my shit around like a pack mule, that was fine by me.
Glancing around as I headed towards the elevator, I didn’t see Pee Wee’s bike. That was weird.
He hadn’t called or texted to say he wouldn’t be here.
Then again, he’d been treating me like an afterthought lately. I was trying to be patient with him because I knew he had a lot of stuff going on, but so did I.
Hell, I was burning the candle at both ends, and I still made time to show him he was important to me.
A little reciprocation wasn’t too much to ask for, and if things didn’t change soon, I was going to have to make some choices I really didn’t want to make.
At least that was what I’d been telling myself.
“Is he even here?”
“Yeah.” Rookie lifted the heavy metal rolling door of the service elevator and I stepped inside. “Denali dropped him off about an hour ago. Something is wrong with his bike,” he added, setting my bag on the floor inside the elevator car.
“Thanks,” I mumbled distractedly, thinking about Pee Wee’s bike. He was meticulous about maintenance and all of that stuff .
Rookie nodded as he rolled the gate back down. “See ya later, darlin’.”
“See ya.”
The elevator groaned as it descended into the basement of Thurman’s Bottling factory. It wasn’t actually a bottle factory anymore.
It hadn’t been in a very long time.
Pee Wee bought the building about nine years ago on a whim.
According to him, he didn’t have a clue what he was going to do with it, but it’d been in foreclosure, and he got it for a steal.
Then, one night when he was downtown watching Snake, a member of his former club beat the shit out of someone in the freezing cold, Denali made an offhand comment about wishing the fight was indoors.
Like a thunderbolt, Pee Wee knew what he was going to do with the building he’d bought. And so the Underground Area was born.
The elevator clinked and clanked as it came to a halt at the bottom. Then the door was lifted again, and there stood Kodiak.
“Hey, Kodi.” I grinned, walking past him.
“How was school, cupcake?” he asked, grabbing my bag and handing it to me.
I groaned as I accepted it. “My brain feels like mush after Professor Drummond’s lecture about reasonable doubt. ”
Kodiak chuckled. “Better you than me.”
I threw a wave over my shoulder as I headed towards Pee Wee’s office, where I found him sitting behind his desk with his black-framed glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a half-empty glass of Whiskey in front of him. He hated wearing glasses, but I loved them. They were damn hot on him.
“Hey, baby,” he muttered without looking up.
My lips turned up. “How’d you know it was me?”
He grunted, eyes still on whatever he was working on, saying absently, “Always know when you’re near, babe.”
I wasn’t surprised. It was freaky how he always knew where I was. With his attention on the papers in front of him, I took the opportunity to eat up the sight of him.
He really was beautiful.
Messy dark blonde hair from running his hands through it, his favorite black tee stretched around his chest and arms, and the longest lashes I’d ever seen on a man.
Butterflies took flight in my belly; he was that beautiful.
Everything about Brock Reid did it for me. Even his high-handedness and his insane jealousy, which he had in spades .
I didn’t care though. Give me all of it. I was a fiend.
On that thought, I reached behind me and threw the lock. “Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you look in those glasses?” I scraped my teeth across my lip as I dropped my bag on the floor and started unbuttoning my blouse.
Pee Wee lifted his head, a smirk playing across his lips when he saw what I was doing. “You have, but let me hear it again.”
He sat back in his chair, watching the show I was putting on just for him.
“So fucking sexy, baby.” My fingers hit the last button on the blood red CK button-down, and I let it fall open.
“Right back ‘atcha, darlin’,” He rumbled, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he spun his chair around, giving me room to step between his spread legs.
Lifting his hands, he pressed on the back of my thighs, urging me to straddle his lap.
“How was school?” he asked as his lips ran up the side of my neck.
“Long,” I answered, rocking my hips against his hardness.
“Too long,” he growled, dragging his lips across my jaw .
“Mmm,” I hummed.
Threading his hands through my hair, he tilted my head down and slammed my lips to his.
I gasped and he seized the opportunity, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
There was a hint of whiskey on his tongue, and I moaned.
God, this man.
He tasted divine.
Pee Wee kissed me long, deep, and wet. On and on, his tongue swirled against mine until my lungs started to burn with the need for air.
Knowing I was at the brink, my man broke the kiss then buried his face between my breasts, his scruff scraping against my skin.
“My baby missed me.”
I had. I hated being away from him. “Yeah,” I answered breathlessly.
“Missed you too, darlin. Quiet as fuck without you here yammerin’ on,” he said as his callused hands slid up my back, shoving the shirt off my shoulders and onto the floor.
“I can’t believe you just said that,” I laughed, watching as his thick fingers struggled to unhook the clasp between my breasts.
“Believe it, darlin’. You’re a yapper. ”
He was such an ass.
“Am not!” I said, shoving his hand away and freeing my boobs.
The material instantly fell away and before I even realized he was moving, his tongue swirled around my nipple like he was starving for it.
God yes.
I grabbed the back of his head, holding him to me.
“Pull me out,” he grunted against my skin.
My fingers went to his belt, fumbling with the buckle, when suddenly the phone on his desk started ringing.
Pee Wee’s body went still underneath me.
Nooooo.
I dropped my forehead to his.
I already knew what he was about to do. He was going to answer the damn phone. He didn’t have a choice. He was the VP, and didn’t have the luxury of letting his calls go to voicemail.
He groaned, low and frustrated. “Fuck.”
Sighing, he reached around me. “Yeah,” he barked into the receiver.
He stared sightlessly at my chest as he listened, his hand absently stroking up and down my spine like he didn’t even realize he was doing it .
“I don’t know what to tell you, son.” A pause. “Just mow the fucking lawn and she’ll quit bitching.”
One of his twins.
I eased back a little to give him some space, but his arm tightened around my waist, keeping me exactly where I was.
I’d never met Brody or Bentley. I knew they were sixteen years old and lived with Diana in the house next door to where Demi and Klutch had just moved.
The irony of that wasn’t lost on me. My best friend lived next door to my man’s wife.
It wasn’t something I was happy about, either. The not meeting them part.
But I’d learned pretty quickly that Pee Wee kept his worlds in separate boxes, and so far, I hadn’t found a way to get him to open the lid on that particular one.
“All right, Brody.” Another pause. “Yeah. Love you, kid.”
He reached around me and dropped the phone back into the cradle.
“Everything okay at home?” I asked.
He grunted, then tilted his head up to look at me. “Where were we?”
My pulse kicked up as I reached for his belt again. “You were about to worship me like the queen I am.”
His lips twitched. “You are a queen, baby. ”
“Damn right I am,” I smirked, working his belt free, then starting on the buttons of his jeans.
I’d gotten two of them undone when his phone started ringing yet again.
“Are you serious?” I muttered at the same time he cursed, “Fuck.”
He reached around me again. “WHAT?” he growled into the receiver.
I looked at him, then looked down at the bulge in his pants. This just wouldn’t do.
Shimming off his thighs, I dropped to my knees between his spread legs.
His eyes followed my every move, going electric.
I ran my tongue up the length of him, slow and deliberate, swirling around the tip. His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump in his cheek.
He pressed the phone against his shoulder with his face and gathered my hair in his fist, wrapping it twice around his hand.
I held his stare as I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back.
His grip tightened.
I had no idea who he was talking to, and honestly, I didn’t care. The fact that he was trying so hard to hold it together was a challenge I wanted to win.
He stopped letting me control the pace after about thirty seconds. His hand moved my head exactly how he wanted, setting a rhythm that had my eyes watering and my thighs pressing together.
“Yeah,” he managed, voice rough as gravel. “I’ll be there.”
He hung up the phone, but he didn’t stop.
Both hands were in my hair now.
“Fuck, darlin’.” He growled. “I love this fucking mouth.”
I ran my palms up the hard muscles of his thighs and hummed around him.
His hips snapped up once, twice, and then he was done, spilling warm and bitter across my tongue with a guttural groan.
I swallowed every last drop, because that was the kind of woman I was when it came to this man.
God help me.
After a long moment, I tapped his thigh.
“Fuck.” He loosened his grip immediately. “Sorry, baby.”
He pulled me up off the floor and into his lap, his big hands already moving to the button on my jeans. His mouth found my throat, and I tipped my head back, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.
“I need you,” I moaned. God did I ever.
Then his phone rang. Again .
He dropped his forehead to my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he once again reached around to answer the damn phone. “Someone better be fucking dying,” he growled down the line.
There was a long pause, and then he was patting my leg for me to get up.
“I’m on my way,” he said once I was on my feet. “Yeah. Later.”
He set the phone down and was already buttoning his jeans when he stood.
“Gotta go, darlin’.”
I stared at him, not surprised he was leaving me hanging. I knew the rules. The club always came first, but I was still a little pissed because I’d just been on my knees for this man, and he was going to walk out that door and leave me hanging.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Club business.”
I hated those two words more than anything. It was always his excuse when he couldn’t tell me what was going on. I always seemed to come last on his list of priorities, and it was getting old really fast.
Pressing my lips together, I didn’t say anything else.
Because what was there to say ?
He got his clothes situated, dropped a kiss on my mouth, and was out the door.
Frustrated and horny, I yanked my bra and shirt off the floor and shrugged them back on, trying to figure out when exactly I’d gotten so comfortable with being an afterthought.
I wasn’t naive.
I’d known from the jump what I was getting into with Pee Wee. He’d been upfront about Diana, about the boys, about the fact that his life was complicated in ways that couldn’t be untangled overnight.
I’d accepted that.
I’d told myself I could handle it.
And most days, I did handle it.
But then there were days like today, where I wasn’t really happy about being shoved to the side. I wanted a life with Pee Wee that was more than stolen moments.
Sighing, I tucked the aggravation into the back of my mind and grabbed my bag off the floor.
Dropping into Pee Wee’s chair, I moved the paperwork he’d been working on aside and pulled out my own stack of papers.
If Pee Wee wasn’t here, I was going to work.
And that was exactly what I did.