Chapter 40
Aiden
Grant Ruston was my dad’s army buddy, and this farm is his baby.
The two of them were thick as thieves, and he always knows how to host a party.
The annual memorial ride for my dad started when I took over from Marco as president, and we’ll repeat it every single year until I’m no longer breathing.
Every year it gets bigger. There are over two hundred people here, including ol’ ladies, friends of Grant’s, and people from town, but his property can take it.
Grant’s ol’ lady’s family comes from a long line of farmers, and together they own one of the biggest peach farms in Georgia.
Ruston Jam is on every grocery store shelf in the coastal plains.
Grant’s land is littered with tents, situated among the trees by the river that runs through his property, and aside from that, there’s a full-service eatery, and a play area for kids.
They host birthday parties and other charity events throughout the year to support Georgia’s veterans.
They also work with Veterans Affairs, and with Ax Hunter, a Hounds of Hell member who oversees the army hospital the next county over.
Even if we don’t share the same cut, we all want the best for the veterans who made it home, and the families of those who didn’t.
A local smokehouse is here smoking ribs and grilling burgers for the large crowd that’s already started drinking, partying, and just having a damn good time. A time my dad would have loved to see.
There are kegs around, but people bring their own booze, their own smoke, or whatever they like. Anything goes here, and these parties have been known to get a little wild.
Grant always offers every club president one of his cabins along the river.
The five cabins are a private place where we can have meetings or be away from our men.
It’s never a good idea for a president to sleep in the dirt with other clubs around.
Even if they are friendly, you never know what another club’s agenda might be.
I don’t trust anyone here aside from my own men.
I always take the same cabin, furthest from everyone else, backing onto the river.
This year, only three presidents are here.
Myself, Jared—president of the Titans—and Dagger, who decided to join us at the last minute.
Two weeks ago, he wasn’t planning on it at all.
I know his sudden interest in the festivities is because of Mia, but if he’s here, I can watch him.
He’s a fucking plague, and he needs to go.
“It’s a good turnout this year, kid.” Grant calls me “kid” even though I’m thirty-five years old. Always has, probably always will.
“Gets better every year,” I retort, flicking my lighter, distracted by the curvy blond who kept me hard all the way here.
Mia looks back over her shoulder and flips me off, sticking her tongue out with a grin, reminding me why I’ve quickly become ensnared by her.
I can’t tear my eyes away. She’s been out on that dance floor with Libby for all of thirty minutes, and with every shot of whiskey, she seems more comfortable. Libby grips her hips, and they dance together to the music.
“Sit?” Grant gestures to the table.
“Nah, I’ll stand,” I tell him, wanting to keep my eyes on Mia.
Grant starts talking to me about the weather and how many guys turned out this year, but I can’t focus on him. All I can think about is what I want to do to Mia later.
Her cut-off shorts cling to her ass and thighs, and her white tank has every man here salivating over those fucking tits. Her lips part as she dances to “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath, her hair shining down her back. Christ, I’m about to get up and drag her to my fucking cabin.
“She’s a stunner, kid.” Grant nods to Mia then lights a smoke and offers it to me.
I shake my head and side-eye him. I know he doesn’t mean any harm, but something about this woman just drives me so absolutely crazy that the idea of anyone else looking at her makes my palms itch.
“What? You didn’t think I missed you pulling in here with a woman on the back of your bike, did ya? ”
I grunt at him. “Course you didn’t.”
“She really is such a lovely young girl,” Dagger interjects, joining us at the table. He glances over at Mia before turning back and extending his hand for Grant to shake.
He’s already sniffing, pinching his nose like the raging cokehead he is. The fact that he’s even looking in Mia’s direction makes me want to slit his throat. After hearing her assumptions about him and her sister’s rape, I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he was there.
“Yes, she is,” Grant says quickly.
I focus on Dagger, gritting my teeth as he struggles to keep his eyes on me instead of Mia.
A brunette I’ve never seen before sits beside him. The side of her face is covered in makeup as if to hide bruises, and he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his lap. She looks nervous and really fucking high.
“Trade?” he chuckles, nodding toward the brunette. There’s no holding me back with that blatant disrespect, and the second I lunge across the table to wrap my hand around his neck, the brunette is off his lap. I slam Dagger’s head into the picnic table.
“You won’t fucking look at Mia.” I grip his neck and press his head into the table harder. “If you do, I’ll fucking cut your puny dick off and feed it to you.”
“I’m…just kidding, Foxx. Christ!” Dagger fights to get the words out. “All this over a piece of ass?”
My knife is unsheathed and at his throat before he can take his next breath as I ready to slice him from ear to fucking ear.
“Stand fucking down!” Grant’s beefy arms, then Archer’s, pull me back, but I don’t take my eyes off Dagger as Stone aims his gun at him, prepared for retaliation.
Dagger throws his hands up, and Archer grips onto me tighter.
“Not here, Brenin,” Grant begs in a low voice. I know it’s forbidden to fight on Grant’s land, but my blood boils. Everything in me tells me to kill this piece of shit, but Grant’s pleading expression makes me relent.
“Get the fuck out of here!” Grant orders Dagger, as I slowly replace my knife at my hip.
“Fuck you both!” Dagger says, gripping the shoulder of his brunette. “You’ve lost yer sense of humor, Foxx.”
I make a move to go after him, but Grant grips my arm tight and shakes his head. “Not fucking worth it.”
I face Grant and push my hair off my face in frustration. I know he’s right, but fuck am I ever on edge already. I’ve never had a woman under my protection at one of these things before.
“Wrong place and time to settle this,” Grant stresses.
“What happened?” Libby saunters over to us with Trina. “Dagger piss someone off?”
“Me,” I grunt out.
Grant squeezes my shoulder, settling me. “Real fucking touchy about this sweetheart, aren’t ya, kid?” he notes, dropping his hand.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to calm down. “I can fucking assure you she’s anything but a sweetheart…”
Grant shrugs. “Ahhh…that makes a little more sense why you picked her then.”
I turn my attention back to Mia, still dancing even though the song has changed and the girls are no longer with her. Her blue eyes are soft, and she’s smiling. She didn’t see any of that.
“I didn’t pick her, brother,” I grunt out.
“Well, Romeo, get some drink and food into ya so you can get through the business talk, and then go do the things running through yer head.” He chuckles.
“Fuck off, old man,” I snap.
He decides to change the subject. “Are you meeting with Sam?” he asks, mentioning his chapter’s president.
“In a bit, yeah.” I lean in to hug him. “Sorry, brother,” I offer out of respect.
“Hey, no worries. Just glad I didn’t have to burn a body tonight. Mi casa es tu casa.” He laughs and walks away.
Now I have only one focus. I head out to the dance floor, where Mia continues to move with sultry precision, her body strong and beautiful.
The other women who rode in with us are nowhere to be found, and Mia is lost in her own little world.
I approach, and her eyes flutter open; she senses I’m close.
She smiles, free as a drunken little bird, and reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck, inhibitions be damned.
“You better only ever smile like that at me, goddess,” I say as her hot body presses against mine.
“I could smell you, Aiden. You smell so good,” she retorts.
“Is that so?” I ask, and she starts kissing my neck, inhaling deep drags of my skin while I lose my hands in her silky hair.
“Mmm…makes me so wet,” she breathes out, tipsy and free, and I chuckle darkly against her neck. It’s funny to me, seeing her this way. People show their true selves when they’ve been drinking, and it’s apparent Mia is showing hers. No truth serum needed.
She takes another deep inhale. “Though, you’re not as smoky,” she observes.
“Thinking of slowing down on that.” I bite into her flesh. “My girl tells me smoking is bad for me.”
“She sounds like a smart woman,” she remarks.
“She is,” I say, spinning her all the way around. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. “And she’s fucking prettier than sin itself.”
Mia beams and reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
“They had the kind of bourbon you poured all over me,” she says, possibly louder than she intended.
The women dancing to our left choke back laughter as they hear her.
I fan my fingers across Mia’s lower back and pull her tight to me. “You need to slow down,” I order in her ear. I need her conscious so I can tie her up later and push the medium-sized plug into her ass, then fill her clenching cunt with my cock until dawn.
“I’ve only had three drinks, I’m not drunk… No, wait, four.” She taps her chin, right over her scar, thinking.
I can’t help myself. I bend down and kiss the scar on her chin while she presses those full tits into my chest and my cock presses against her waist in return.
“I’m celebrating,” she insists with a contented sigh.
“Oh yeah, what are we celebrating?”
“Some biker king popped my cherry, and I can’t stop thinking about him,” she purrs.
“You wanna point him out so I can snap his neck?” I ask, giving in, feeling warmer and lighter than I’ve ever felt with anyone. I haven’t even been drinking, but Mia intoxicates me.
“Yep,” she giggles, enunciating the P and then licking her full, red lips. She looks around. “I was hoping to find him. Have him show me around this pretty property…maybe someplace we could be alone—”
Fuck me.
Even though she’s joking, just the idea of her with anyone else drives me crazy. I squeeze her ass so hard she moans. “All right then, let’s go find him, so I can feed him his own cock,” I growl jokingly.
She giggles as she pecks at my jaw. “Are you this touchy about all your conquests, Prez?”
I’m rock fucking solid right now just from the sound of her flirty, raspy voice.
“Just you, brat.”
Mia lowers her eyes then glances back up at me. “I can feel how hard you are right now.” Her voice is a whisper but clear as day as the music thumps beyond us. She stands on her tiptoes again, raking her fingers through my hair, and my dick stiffens further as she playfully bites my neck.
She gets fucked a few times and suddenly turns into a little nymph. Fuck, I can’t wait to see what she’s like in a month…a year.
“Follow me,” I whisper gruffly, grabbing her hand.
My meeting with Sam can wait. I made the decision for her to come first the moment she called me Prez.