Chapter 10
10
PHOENIX
D eviant paced a tight circle in my office, muttering under his breath as he scrolled through whatever was on his tablet. His mind worked fast, and I let him spitball while I stood with my arms crossed, leaning against the edge of my desk, watching Lindsay flip through Paul’s notebook again.
“Alright,” he muttered, tapping the screen of his tablet. “Next drop is tomorrow night at 2100. Coordinates match a warehouse near the quarry entrance.”
“And it’s off the main road,” I added. “Perfect spot for a backroom game. Quiet. Isolated. No foot traffic.”
Deviant nodded. “If someone shows, you going in?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “If I walk in wearing my cut, they’ll assume I’ve already been invited or told where to go. Not like they're gonna piss off an Iron Rogue until they’re sure I’m alone. I’ll play dumb and win a few hands.”
“Gotta win a lot,” he reminded me. “Enough that they think you’re a threat to the house take. If they realize you’re counting cards, they’ll want a talk. That’s when we’ll get answers.”
“I’ll play offended and get ’em talking shit.”
Deviant gave me a look that was full of warning. “You’ll be on your own unless you give the signal. If they get even a whiff that you have backup, they’ll clam up and shut the operation down before we learn anything.”
I nodded. “I’ll push them just enough to piss them off, not enough to get my head blown off.”
He barked a short laugh. “They won’t take you out right away. They’ll try to intimidate you first. Big biker with a sharp eye and a lucky streak? Especially if they think you’re alone. They’ll want to know how you found out about them.”
“Exactly. I want them looking hard,” I muttered. “Gives me a reason to push back. Dig deeper.”
Lindsay closed the notebook with a snap, her green eyes sparkling. “Or you could bring someone else who can count cards and won’t make it obvious. Backup they’d never expect. Like your girlfriend.”
I blinked. “No.”
She tilted her head and frowned. “No, ‘That’s too dangerous, baby?’ Just a flat-out no?”
I pushed off the desk, my tone hard as steel as I turned to face her. “No as in, not a fucking chance in hell.”
Lindsay crossed her arms, the sparkle morphing into a stubborn glint. “You don’t even want to hear my plan?”
“I don’t give a shit what your plan is,” I growled, stepping closer. “You think I’m letting you walk into a goddamn illegal gambling ring—one that nearly got Paul killed and had masked pricks trying to stuff you in a van—just to play wingwoman?”
“I’d be with you?—”
“That’s not the point,” I snapped, cutting her off. “You think I’d let you walk into that den of bastards, dressed up and flashing those pretty green eyes around while you feed me card signals like a fucking movie scene? You really believe I’d be able to focus on a game while every asshole in that room looked at what’s mine?”
Deviant stood abruptly. “I’m gonna go, uh…handle setup,” he muttered before bolting for the door. Smart bastard.
“You’re being an overbearing jackass,” she hissed the second we were alone. Her pretty green orbs were burning with angry fire now.
It was nothing compared to the molten rage inside me. “Good. That means I’m doing my job.”
“Beck—”
“No.” I grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, crushing our bodies together. “You don’t get it. I see red just thinking about you in that place. I have no room left for logic when it comes to you, Lindsay.”
Her lips parted, a breathy protest halfway out of her throat, but I didn’t let her finish.
I kissed her like it was a punishment and a warning. Like a man who’d burn down the world to protect the woman in his arms.
She gasped, and I grinned against her mouth. “You want to argue, baby? Be my fucking guest. But I’ll shut that mouth every time.”
“Beck.”
Hearing my real name on her lips always sent a surge of pleasure through me, but this time, it flipped a switch in me. It did something dark and primal, making every possessive instinct I had light up at once.
“Bend over the desk,” I growled.
Lindsay’s breath caught, and her eyes widened. “You’re not serious.”
I cocked a brow. “Do I look like I’m joking, baby?”
She hesitated for half a second. That was all I gave her.
In one smooth motion, I spun her around and bent her over the desk, her palms catching her weight as I nudged her legs apart with my knee. I yanked down her leggings and panties, baring her to me, and groaned at the sight of her pale, juicy globes.
“You gonna argue with me?” I growled, dragging my hand slowly down the curve of her spine. “Mouth off?”
I punctuated my question with my palm landing on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. She gasped, hips jerking.
“Then you take your punishment like a good girl.”
Another slap, harder this time, right on the sweet spot that had her grinding her thighs together.
“You like this,” I muttered darkly. “Getting put in your place. Bent over my desk with your little ass pink and your pussy soaking wet.”
She whimpered but didn’t deny it.
I smoothed a hand over her skin before giving her another hard swat, just enough to make her cry out. Then I gripped her hips and slid my fingers between her thighs.
“Still so wet,” I murmured. “You gonna behave for me now, baby?”
“I wasn’t?—”
“Try again,” I growled, standing her up and spinning her around to face me.
Her eyes flared, and her voice was breathless. “Beck.”
I’d had enough. If I didn’t get inside her, I was gonna lose my fucking mind.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded.
When she hesitated, I scowled dark enough to cause wariness to drift into her green orbs. But she was also trembling with desire and softly panting with need.
“Now,” I said through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll rip them off.”
Lindsay stood and peeled her shirt over her head, then kicked her leggings and underwear the rest of the way off.
I yanked her into me for a deep kiss. Sliding my hands low, I gripped her tender ass and lifted her onto my desk in one quick motion. Then I dragged her forward so she was flush against me, the desk biting into her thighs.
“Such a dirty girl,” I rasped, palming her soaked pussy. “You like fighting with me? Get you all worked up, baby?”
“You’re insane,” she breathed, rocking into my hand.
“Maybe. But you’re gonna be walking funny either way.” I shoved two fingers inside her and groaned at how tight she still was. “This sweet little pussy was made to be bred.”
She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, and I leaned down, biting the side of her throat.
“Gonna fuck you until you forget your own name. The only one I want on your tongue is mine.”
I didn’t wait.
I shoved my jeans down just enough to free my cock and lined up at her entrance, still holding her on the desk with one arm while I pushed inside with a deep, brutal thrust. A groan tore from my throat at how tight and perfect she felt.
Her walls clamped around me, and she moaned, her fingers gripping the desk edge as though her life depended on it.
“This is mine,” I growled. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else ever will.”
She cried out, and I swallowed the sound with a kiss as I pushed her down until she was lying on her back.
I set a hard, punishing rhythm, every slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. Her whimpers turned to cries as I drove into her. Every stroke was rough. Possessive. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, my hips pounding into hers as the desk creaked beneath us.
“You like this?” I ground out. “My claimin’ you like this while you’re still arguing with me?”
She nodded, and her lips parted, but she was too breathless to speak.
“That’s right. I own this pussy,” I rasped, voice ragged. “And you’re gonna take every inch. I’m gonna stuff you full of my come until you’re bred. You were fucking made to carry my babies.”
I reached between us and rubbed her clit, hard and fast. She came with a broken cry, her body clenching around me, and I rammed into her twice more before I buried myself so deep the tip of my cock was touching her cervix. Then I followed her over the edge with a guttural growl, emptying inside her in thick, pulsing bursts while holding her tight.
We were both shaking when I finally pulled back. Her skin glowed, her cheeks flushed, and her breaths came in fast, shallow gasps as I slowly eased out then pulled her against my chest.
“Still want to come with me tomorrow?” I murmured, brushing a kiss to her temple.
She huffed out a weak laugh. “Maybe after I can walk again.”
I grinned and kissed her softly. “That’s my girl.”
Her legs wobbled as I helped her off the desk, then she blinked up at me, her eyes still glazed and her skin flushed pink.
“So, you’re not still mad at me?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
I smirked as I pulled off my shirt and slid it over her head before scooping her into my arms. “Nah. I like your sass.”
Quickly, I carried her upstairs to our room.
I didn’t even make it to the bed before I was on her again.
The oversized T-shirt I’d dressed her in was yanked over her head and tossed aside in a flash, baring her flushed skin and those gorgeous curves that I would never get enough of. I dipped my head to her chest, and her nipples peaked the second my breath hit them. My cock throbbed at the sound of her little gasp when I bent down to suck one into my mouth.
I put my hand on her belly and pushed her until she fell down onto the edge of the bed, lying on her back. Then I dropped to my knees right there on the damn floor. Her thighs parted for me, her soaked little pussy practically begging for my mouth.
“Mine,” I growled, locking eyes with her as I pushed her knees as wide as they would go. “You understand me, baby?”
She nodded, her breaths coming in short, needy pants.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“Yours,” she whimpered.
“Damn straight,” I growled before burying my face between her legs like a man possessed. Licking, and sucking, and biting. I fucked her with my tongue until she was writhing and sobbing my name. I was relentless, driving her wild without pushing her over the edge. When she bucked and wiggled, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, I held her hips down. Eventually, her legs started to shake, and I growled against her clit. Then I sucked it. Hard.
The way she screamed for me, begged me not to stop, made my blood run hot, and I nearly came right then. The sounds of her pleasure would play on repeat in my head until the day I died.
Finally, her shudders subsided, and I lifted off her. She was trembling, her body flushed and exhausted—but she still looked at me with need.
I knew exactly what she needed .
I crawled over her, dragging my hard length along the seam of her soaked folds, releasing a small burst of come when she gasped and her nipples tightened to diamond-hard peaks.
“Never gonna get enough of you, baby,” I murmured, letting her see the deep emotions I felt for her in my eyes.
She blinked up at me with beautiful, trusting eyes and whispered, “Yours.”
Fucking right she was.
“You’re mine,” I said roughly, sliding deep inside her in one smooth thrust. “My girl. My woman. My everything.”
She gasped, her arms wrapping tight around my neck as I buried myself in her again and again.
“So fucking tight,” I groaned. “Love the way your pussy squeezes me, baby.”
I slowed my pace, but kept my thrusts deep as I kissed her with a reverence I didn’t know I had in me.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured in her ear. “Take all of me. Let me make you mine in every way. Want to make sure I leave a part of me inside you. Gonna keep you bare in this bed, takin’ every inch of me until it happens, ’cause you were made for it. Made for me.”
I rocked into her over and over, and her legs locked around my waist, her body tightening with every stroke, growing closer to an explosion.
“You feel that?” I whispered, my mouth hot against her jaw as I trailed kisses over her silky skin. “How full you are?”
She nodded, and her pussy rippled around my cock.
“Gonna breed you, baby,” I murmured, my voice wrecked with need. “Over and over until you can’t walk. Until you’re dripping with me and carrying my kid.”
Her nails raked down my back, her breath catching as another orgasm slammed into her. I groaned and dropped my head to her neck, fucking her through it, not stopping until she went boneless beneath me.
Still, I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not until she came again with a strangled cry, her fingers fisting the sheets.
Finally, I followed, pumping into her with a broken growl, hips jerking as I emptied every drop inside her.
She clung to me, panting and completely wrecked from pleasure.
I kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips. Whispered sweet soft things, with a few filthy ones thrown in because…well, I was still a fucking badass biker.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, and her lashes fluttered. I gathered her close as her muscles gave out, and she passed out in my arms with the sweetest little sigh I’d ever heard.
I wrapped myself around her like a damn blanket, one hand splayed protectively across her belly as if I could will life to begin inside her already.
Contentment settled over me. No matter what was happening in the world around us, in her arms, I found peace.
Then my phone buzzed.
Groaning, I stared at the ceiling, fighting the desire not to move.
But I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t hold off on handling this shit. Not when I had something worth protecting.
Grabbing my phone, I checked the message.
Fox
All set for tomorrow night.
Me
Text me the details.
Fox
Will do. Be in my office two hours before you leave to go over last-minute shit.
Me
See you then.
I shut off the screen and tossed the phone on the nightstand, then tucked Lindsay even closer and let sleep take me.
Tomorrow, I’d walk into hell.
Tonight, I had heaven in my arms.