CHAPTER NINE
“The Renegade Bastards have been sniffing around some of our businesses,” Denali says, his fingers steepled in front of him as he addresses the table.
Beast leans forward, his massive forearms resting on the chapel table. “One of the girls at the Velvet Knot saw Dingo and Crusher in the parking lot when she was leaving her shift last night.”
A rumble of discontent travels around the table. Brothers shift in their seats, faces darkening.
“Those motherfuckers are up to something,” Yukon snarls, cracking his knuckles one by one.
Denali’s jaw tightens. “I know. But we can’t start a war until we have more proof of what the fuck they want.” He scrubs a hand over his face, exhaustion evident in the lines around his eyes. “I want everyone to keep their head on a swivel until we figure out what they’re up to.”
My fingers drum against the wood as I listen. The Renegade Bastards have been a thorn in our side since we split from them a year ago. The bad blood between us runs deep, especially after Denali refused to get involved in their human trafficking scheme.
Denali’s eyes shift to me, and his lips quirk up. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your honeymoon, Rambler, because it’s time to get your ass back to work. The club needs you.”
I grunt in acknowledgment, hating that I’ll have to leave Pinky for a few days, but it is what it is. The club comes first. Always has and always will. Something my ol’ lady understands and doesn’t give me shit about.
Thank the gods for that.
Denali nods for Pee Wee to continue. The VP smirks, leaning back in his chair.
“You and Crazy Train will be heading to Rochester tomorrow to deliver a large shipment of product,” he says, his eyes landing on me.
Rochester is the Saints’ mother charter in New York. Their president, Riddick, is a stone-cold killer.
“It’s a day and a half trip there, and the same coming back. The DOT has been cracking down on trip logs, so we’re not fucking around and driving straight through.”
Shit.
The government is a fucking joke with all its regulations.
Pee Wee looks to Train. “You’ll be driving the rig.” Then his gaze shifts back to me. “And you’ll be following in one of the club’s SUVs.”
That’s the standard procedure around here. One of us drives the chaperone vehicle, ready to draw attention away from the semi-truck in case the Highway Patrol starts fucking with us.
“Should be a straightforward drop,” Pee Wee continues. “You’ll meet with Riddick, drop the load, and deadhead back.”
I nod, already calculating the time in my head. If we leave early tomorrow morning, we could be back by Wednesday night.
Once Pee Wee finishes handing out assignments for the week, Denali slides envelopes down the table to each of us. My weekly pay. I tuck it into my cut without looking inside.
“Any new business?” Denali asks, glancing around the table.
When nobody speaks up, he bangs the gavel, dismissing us.
I file out of the room behind my brothers and stop at the bar next to Crazy Train, who’s already ordering a beer.
“Make that two,” I say, holding up a finger to Zeus.
The prospect nods and brings us each a Corona. I take a pull of the cold beer, savoring the tart, hoppy taste.
“I’ll meet you back here in the morning,” I tell Train. “About five.”
He frowns, bottle halfway to his lips. “Why so damn early?”
“The sooner we leave, the sooner I get back to my woman.”
Train’s eyebrows shoot up, and his face turns serious. “You thinking about hanging up the Nomad life?” He takes a swallow of beer. “I mean, I know you usually stay closer to home in the winter, but this feels different.”
I take another pull from my bottle and shrug. “Thinking about it.”
Train’s lips tip up. “A good woman will make you flip the script.”
Is that what Savannah’s done? Made me flip the script?
Maybe.
I take another long drink, finishing what’s left of my beer, then rap my knuckles on the bar-top. “See ya in the morning.”
Train nods, and I head for the door. The cold air is whipping when I step outside. My breath clouds in front of me as I hurry over to my truck.
Jumping inside, I fire up the engine and crank the heat to high.
“Shit, it’s cold.”
On the short drive home, I notice all the Christmas lights on houses and businesses. It’s like the whole damn city decided to vomit Christmas all at once. I never used to notice this kind of shit before.
Turning off the highway onto our gravel driveway, I can’t help but chuckle. The Christmas vomit hit my house, too.
I smile, thinking about that day last week when I took my woman to the mall for some girly shit she needed.
We’d been walking past the storefronts when she stopped dead in her tracks, her big blue eyes fixed on a Christmas display in one of the windows. It was a traditional tree, all lit up with red and gold ornaments, but the look on her face—it was like she’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“You want a tree?” I’d asked her.
“What? No, of course not.” She’d shaken her head quickly, but her eyes betrayed her.
“We should get one.” I’d nudged her with my elbow.
“Don’t be silly.” She’d waved me off. “You’ve already spent too much money on me.”
But I’d seen how she looked at that tree, all lit up in the window. So after we got her girly shit, I dragged her ass to Hobby Lobby. My God, I thought she was gonna lose her damn mind over all the Christmas crap in there.
And the way her face lit up—worth every penny I spent.
My lips twitch as I pull up to the house. There are white lights strung along the gutter of the house, and I can see our tree glowing through the front window. I park under the carport, cut the engine, and grab my cut from the passenger seat.
Sliding out, I hurry to the side door and step inside. The scent of vanilla hits me, making my stomach rumble. My woman’s got a candle burning on the stove, filling our place with its sweet aroma, and there’s a new tea towel hanging by the sink with a snowman on it.
My eyes track over the space that doesn’t even look like my trailer anymore.
It’s clean, for one thing. All the bike parts and tools have been moved out to the detached garage at Pinky’s request. The couch has goddamn throw pillows with little reindeer on them, and there’s a fuzzy blanket draped over the back.
It’s not just where I crash at night anymore. My butterfly has turned this place into a home.
A sound pulls my attention to the hallway just as Pinky emerges from our bedroom, her arms full of laundry. Her pink hair is wet, slicked back from her face, and she’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of my T-shirts that swallows her whole.
My dick twitches at the sight.
“You shower without me, woman?” I ask, tossing my cut over the back of a barstool.
She grins, rolling those big blue eyes at me. “I didn’t know when you’d be back.”
I watch her walk through the kitchen to the laundry room, my eyes glued to her perfect ass. I hear the washer lid close, and then she comes back into view.
“I got some news, butterfly.” I lean against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest.
Her head tips to the side, concern flashing across her face. “Something wrong, honey?”
Fuck me, I love when she calls me that.
My dick twitches behind my zipper.
“Gotta go on a run tomorrow,” I tell her, watching her face carefully.
Her brows pinch together. “Oh? Where to?”
“Club business, baby.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t push. She knows the rules. Club business isn’t any of her business. That’s how I keep her safe if the cops ever come knocking down our door. Plausible deniability—she don’t know shit. And that keeps her safe.
“Can you tell me how long you’ll be gone?” she asks, stepping into my space and wrapping her arms around my waist.
I drop a kiss on her upturned lips. “Couple days.”
She presses her body closer against mine, her small tits pushing into my chest. I can feel her heat through the thin cotton of her shirt.
My hands grip her hips, and I lift her off the ground. She giggles, locking her arms and legs around me like a little monkey. My hands slide down to cup her ass, and I squeeze, feeling her bare skin. I lift a brow. “No panties.”
She bites her lip and shakes her head.
My dick turns to granite. “Someone wants to play.”
She nods her head up and down.
With a growl, I take her mouth in a long, wet kiss, loving how my baby girl surrenders to me.
“Yes,” she breathes against my mouth, dipping her head to kiss me again.
Always giving me shit about having a one-track mind, but my baby is a wildcat. She can’t get enough of my dick.
“What do you want, butterfly?” I ask, carrying her into the dining room.
“You.”
I shake my head, grinning. “Gonna have to do better than that.”
She whimpers, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “I want you to touch me.”
I set her little ass on the table and step back. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
Her pleading eyes bounce between mine. “Everywhere.”
I lick my lips, my cock hardening to painful levels behind my zipper. “Take off the shirt.”
Her eyes lock on mine as she drags the fabric up her belly, over her perky tits, and over her head. She tosses it on the floor, then sits here completely naked, her eyes sparkling.
I lick my lips again and start stripping. First, I yank my shirt over my head, then kick off my boots. Next, I shuck my jeans and boxers, leaving me as naked as she is.
My cock is hard and ready, and I wrap my hand around it, giving myself a slow stroke. A milky pearl of pre-cum forms at the tip, and I watch her tongue dart out to wet her lips.
“Touch yourself,” I command, still stroking my cock.
She obeys immediately, sliding a hand down her belly and between her legs. Her fingers circle her clit, and her head falls back on her shoulders.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.”
Her breath hitches, her free hand coming up to play with her nipple. I step closer, drawn in by the sight of my woman pleasuring herself.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I growl, stepping between her spread legs.
I push her hand and drop to my knees, dragging her to the edge of the table so that her pussy is right in front of my face. Her scent is intoxicating—sweet and musky and all mine.
I lean in and lick a long swipe up her slit, savoring the taste of her juicy cunt.
“Aaron!” she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
I grin against her pussy, then dive in for more, licking and sucking until she’s squirming on the table, her thighs squeezing my head.
“You gonna come for me, butterfly?” I ask, sliding two fingers inside her dripping cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, grinding against my face.
I curl my fingers, finding the spongy spot inside her that sends her sailing into orbit, and suck her clit into my mouth. I hum and nibble, and that’s all it takes. She comes with a shout, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her body shakes with pleasure.
Before she can even catch her breath, I stand and line my cock up with her opening.
“Ready for me, baby?” I ask, rubbing the head of my dick through her wetness.
She nods, her blue eyes hazy with pleasure. “Please, honey.”
I push inside her slowly, groaning as her tight heat swallows me whole. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter, gripping her hips to hold her steady.
I start to move inside her. In and out. In and out. I pick up the pace, taking her harder and faster until she’s breathing hard, and her little tits are bouncing from the force.
“Aaron,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, harder.”
I give her what she wants, pounding into her like a madman, sweat dripping down my back.
The wet sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room. “Wanna see you come again,” I grunt, reaching between us to thumb her clit. “Come on my cock, baby.”
Her walls flutter around me, and I know she’s close. I circle her clit faster, eyes going from where we’re joined together as one, to the look of pure bliss on her face.
Goddamn, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set eyes on.
“Look at me.” I slow my thrusts.
Her eyes open, locking with mine.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, snapping my hips forward hard.
She moans louder.
“This cunt is mine.” I slam into her again.
Her eyes roll back in her head and she comes with a scream, her pussy clenching around me like a vise. The sight of her completely lost in pleasure is enough to send me over the edge as well.
With a final snap of my hips, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, filling her womb with my seed. Body jerking as my balls are drained, I brace a hand on the table to keep from collapsing on top of her.
“Fuck,” I mutter, once the aftershocks have passed.
Ever so carefully, I pull out and gather her into my arms, sitting back in one of the dining chairs with her cradled against my chest.
We sit there for a minute, just breathing together, our bodies cooling in the aftermath.
“I’ll leave you my truck while I’m gone,” I say, running a hand up and down her back. “So you can get to work.”
She nods against my chest. “Thank you.” Then she shifts on top of me and groans. “I need another shower.”
My hand trails down her back, over the curve of her ass to her pussy. I can feel my cum leaking out of her, and I rub it back inside, completely aware of how possessive the gesture feels.
I’m going to knock her up. I want to put my baby in her belly. The image of her pregnant with my kid makes my dick hard again.
She giggles, wiggling her ass on my growing erection. “Again?”
“Seems that way.” I stand, lifting her with me. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her down the hall, her head nestled in the crook of my neck.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
“You love it, butterfly,” I reply, kicking open our bedroom door.
I drop her onto the bed, watching as she bounces slightly on the mattress. Her pink hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and a hickey is forming on the side of her neck.
She looks thoroughly fucked, and it’s sexy as hell.
“Come here,” she says, holding her arms out to me.
I crawl onto the bed, covering her small body with mine, already thinking about all the ways I’m going to make her come again.
“I’m going to miss you while you’re gone,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the tattoo on my chest.
“I’ll miss you too,” I admit, capturing her hand and bringing it to my lips. “But I’ll be back before you know it.”
She smiles up at me, and my chest tightens with an emotion I’m not ready to name yet.
“And when I get back,” I tell her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in every room of this house. Again.”
Her breath hitches, her body shifting restlessly beneath mine. “Promise?”
I grin against her neck as my cock slips inside her.
“Promise, butterfly. Now, shut up and let me fuck you.”