Chapter 36
Quinn
A groan escaped my lips as I put down a heavy box. I had nearly finished packing up. Most of the little things were already at Zane’s house. The bigger items, such as furniture, were being held in a storage unit.
“You got a lot of shit, you know that?” teased Zane as he dropped another box on the table.
I smiled. “I feel like I’m imposing.”
Grinning, he leaned in to peck me softly on the lips. “Never, Sugar.” Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. “We should take a break, and I can give you a tour of the bedroom.”
I smirked. “You’re still injured.”
Running his lips along my neck, he whispered, “We can just do it like we did at the clubhouse. I’ll bend you over and take it from behind.”
My pussy throbbed. Pulling him closer, I snatched his lower lip between my teeth before sucking his tongue into my mouth. His hands pulled the shirt and bra from my body, caressing my skin with his long fingers. When he began tugging at my jeans, I grabbed his belt, leading him to the bedroom.
He yanked his shirt off and rushed me, covering my lips with his. Lightheaded, I was twirled around and bent over the bed. There was a jingling sound as his belt was unclasped and leather slipped out of loopholes. Zane’s hand pressed me down, and his foot kicked apart my legs. With no warning, his manhood plunged inside, dragging a moan from my soul. Every time he thrust, I felt an unconscious need to pull away from his length. His barely controlled movements forced cries of bliss to escape my lips. Time seemed to slow until a whistle broke through my fog of pleasure.
“Ohh-wee, Sweet Pea, do we get to play next?”
Craning my head around, I spotted Keith leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The only response I could give was an open-mouthed moan when my climax hit. Zane followed me with a low growl, pushing in as deep as he could.
“Hey Tav, wanna play? Quinn is all warmed up and ready to go,” Keith called out.
Zane slid out of me, smacking my ass. I stayed where I was as he picked up his pants and tugged them on. “She’s all yours.”
Keith sauntered to me and squeezed my ass cheeks. A loud bang rattled the front door. “What the fuck?”
As the men went to investigate, I slid from the bed. Our playtime was officially over. Yanking on one of Zane’s t-shirts, I padded out into the living room just in time to hear someone yell, “Keith McKnight! Get your sorry ass out here, or we’re coming in!”
I froze, gazing at each of the guys. Keith patted down his clothing, handing Zane a few knives and a gun before stepping outside.
I darted to the door, pulling it open slightly.
“Get in the fucking car, McKnight!” a short Asian man ordered.
“Am I under arrest?”
The man pulled a gun, pointing it directly at Keith’s chest. “Get in the fucking car!”
Keith raised his arms and glanced back at me. “ Go back inside.” Keeping his hands raised, he ducked into the backseat.
The man’s partner closed the door, and they both got in before speeding off.
Panic welled up inside my chest. “What do we do?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Taven ran his hand gently through my hair. “He’ll be fine. The cops don’t have shit.”
“But they didn’t even arrest him,” observed Zane. “They didn’t cuff him or read him his rights. Something ain’t right, man.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Do we follow him?”
Taven began pacing. “I have a tracker app on Keith’s phone.”
Zane cocked his head. “You track him? Seriously? Afraid he’s sneaking off?”
Taven scowled. “I had to trailer my bike to the bonfire last year, remember? We downloaded the app in case we got separated so we would take the same exit if we had to make a pit stop. We never deleted it.” He scrolled through his phone. “Or at least I didn’t. If they don’t take him to the police station, we go after them.”
My stomach twisted. “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t they take him to the station? And why do they keep signaling him out?”
“Chin went to high school with us. They never got along, and Keith stole two of his girlfriends. The pig has a vendetta,” Taven explained.
“Keith can take care of himself, Sugar.”