Chapter 3
ROGUE
Shit, I didn’t expect to fuck Rebel so quickly, but after breaking into her house and finding her collection of toys—it did something to me. I could all but visualize Rebel using them on herself while picturing me thrusting into her body.
Fuck.
Normally I can control myself. I pride myself on control, especially in the bedroom. I don’t allow a woman to touch me while I pleasure them—unless it’s with their mouth, and even then, they can’t use their hands.
Coming inside Rebel is the best release I’ve experienced since I was twenty years old and took her virginity.
That’s saying something, considering it’s been ten years.
Yeah, I’m no saint. I’ve been with plenty of women, doesn’t mean I’ve wanted any of them for more than what I was looking to do—satisfy my kink.
Staring at my woman, I realize just how much I’d truly missed her. That and how much she’s changed over the years. Sure, I’ve seen her, but I haven’t ever been this close to her.
Still, inside her warm tight sheath, I brace myself, not wanting to press my full weight on Rebel’s smaller one.
I meet her gaze before slanting my mouth on hers.
I could stay like this all evening, but we gotta talk.
Rebel’s going to have to understand she’s my woman, and I’m not letting her go this time around.
Breaking my mouth from hers, I press one last kiss and reluctantly withdraw from her silken depths. I roll off of Rebel, pulling her with me until I’m lying with her hair splayed out over my chest.
Wrapping my fingers in her long strands, I rasp, “Fuckin’ missed this Duchess.
” I’ve used this nickname since the time we were in school together.
I’d been a senior, and Rebel being as smart as she was, was taking twelfth grade English classes.
She’d been lucky enough to be paired with me for a Shakespeare project, and ever since she’s been, my Duchess.
“What are we doing here?” she whispers, lifting her head off my chest. “We shouldn’t have done that. I can’t be doing this with you. I’m not your woman anymore. I haven’t been for a long time.” Rebel starts her ranting and tries to push up off of me. “I think you should go.”
“Baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere,” I say, making sure she hears me when I tell her I’m not leaving.
“Really, Rogue, you need to leave. I need space to think, and I can’t have you in here naked. Not right now. I need time to think about what we—”
“Rebel, quiet,” I order her, rolling us until I’m once again hovering over her. “You don’t need time to think. You need to stop thinking all the goddamn time, and for once, just listen to me. Go with the fuckin’ flow.”
“Easy for you to say. You don’t have a thousand and one things constantly going on.” If she only knew.
“Whatever you say, Duchess. Now listen to me for a moment,” I say, but before I can go any further, my phone starts ringing, and it’s a ringtone I’ve set for an emergency call. Hammer only uses the number to call everyone when it’s critical.
Motherfucker.
Jumping off the bed, I reach for my jeans and pull the phone out. Swiping my finger across the screen, I sit on the side of the bed and answer, “Yeah.”
“Need you to go on a run, Rogue. Got a situation that needs your assistance,” Hammer, my Prez, informs me.
Shit. I know what he means when he says the situation needs my assistance.
I might be the Secretary of the club, but I’m a contract killer.
The club brings me in for my skills when needed.
I’ve no problem in taking a man’s life. It’s ironic, really, considering Rebel is a lawyer defending those who need her to.
“Right, send me the location, and I’ll head in that direction. Who’s going with me?” I don’t want to leave when Rebel and I have shit to discuss, but this needs to get done.
“Gunner, Ruger, and Savage,” Hammer grunts. “They’ll be heading out in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell Gunner to bring my bag with him,” I grumble, balancing my phone on my shoulder while pulling my jeans over my legs.
“I’ll tell him,” Hammer confirms, disconnecting the call.
With my jeans over my ass, I reach up and grab the phone, shoving it into my pocket, and sigh.
“I’ve gotta go. Something’s come up with the club,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
“But I’m telling you right now, Rebel, I’m coming back here.
I’m not giving up on us. You, Duchess, are my woman,” I say, meeting her gaze.
Bending down, I snag my shirt off the floor and slide it on over my chest. I quickly slip my boots on, fasten my jeans, and grab my cut.
I walk over to the side of the bed, where Rebel is silently watching my every move.
I bend, planting both hands on either side of her, and lean in close enough that our breath mingles.
“Trust me when I say this, baby. When I get back, I’m looking forward to being inside that tight pussy again.
More than that, I can’t wait to get my mouth between them legs. ”
“Rogue—” Rebel starts, but I stop her from saying anything else by capturing her mouth in a quick hard kiss before pulling away and stalking out of the house without looking back.
As much as I want to stay here and spend time with Rebel wrapped up around me, to show her, I mean what I’ve said, I have to get this done with.
Rounding the side of Rebel’s house, I find my bike sitting just as perfectly as it was when I’d parked it there. Shows my woman still doesn’t check her surroundings. Straddling my bike, I kick up the stand and start her up, hitting the throttle, pulling out of Rebel’s driveway.
I’m just hoping whatever this job is, it’s quick and I can get back to her quick enough.
Pulling up by my brothers at the gas station to fill up, I take my bag from Gunner and hook it to the back of my bike. “Where are we going?” I ask, needing the information of what’s going on.
“Risk called,” Gunner growls, mentioning the Prez of the Florida Charter for the Inferno’s Clutch MC. “He’s asking for assistance from the Toxic Warriors and us. Chains’ men are also on their way down.”
“What’s he need so much help with?” I grunt. “He’s not one to go outside his club for help.”
Gunner shrugs, pulling the nozzle out of his tank, and places it back on the pump.
“Yeah, but this shit involves our club. From what he told Hammer—the De La Rosa Cartel has a massive shipment coming in with over five million in drugs. The De La Rosa Cartel is supposed to be trading a few cargo holders full of women and children for the drugs. He needs manpower to get those women out before they get taken. Evidently, it’s the same sex slave organization Stoney’s club has been dealing with. ”
“Shit.” I let out a harsh breath, knowing what we are going to be walking into isn’t going to be easy.
It never is. I just hope we don’t lose anyone in the process of helping Risk with this problem.
There’s no way I’d say no even if I wanted to.
Too many peoples’ lives are at stake, and I’ll do what I’m good at to save them all.