CHAPTER FIVE
– FATAL –
“Then explain,” I grit and tighten my arm around the woman who is clinging to me.
Normally, I hate clingy bitches. Cunts always want something, and yet the soft curves pressing against my hard body have me wanting something from her instead. Mainly her cunt for my cock to pound.
Sevrin sighs and glances at Norie. “You need to be with your family. Others will exploit you the same way you’ve probably been earning your money.
What line of work have you been doing with your skills?
Security? Detective shit? Functioning as a human lie detector?
Which line of work did you push yourself, or others force you into? ”
I draw his attention back on me when I tell him, “It’s her own business how she makes her money. Besides, she’s the club’s property since she had her nose stuck in the books of our brewery. She’s gone through details no one besides the club should know about.”
Fucking hell, the things he mentioned are definitely perks to keep her here.
Possibilities are endless to get an upper hand in lots of shit, past and future.
Not to mention, it’s also a huge red flag for the stuff she has in her brain when it comes to the books she checked at the brewery.
We have a tiny book for all the club shit entangled with the official books and she had both out of the safe.
This, along with her ability to put two and two together, makes her a threat to the club.
“All the more reason for us to take her off your hands,” he fires back.
Yeah, that’s not happening, her curves feel too damn fine against my body.
“She stays right the fuck here, Sevrin. And let’s get one thing very clear.
I called you because of the similarities between you and Norie.
Turns out, my gut feeling was right and it opened a can of worms she needs to process. ”
“Preferably alone, and with a load of coffee,” Norie mutters from beside me, making the corner of my mouth twitch.
Her reaction, along with the fact she’s still pressing her lush body against mine, shows she’s picking me over Sevrin and Swade. Good thing she doesn’t know about my intentions, ’cause for sure as fuck I’m not doing it out of the goodness of my cold, dead heart.
The room falls eerily silent as we all find ourselves at a standoff.
Seconds tick by until Sevrin grits, “One week. Seven damn days. We’ll be back here.” He pulls out a card and offers it to Norie. “My number. Call any time or day.”
Norie takes the piece of paper and shoves it in her bag. Sevrin shoots Swade another glare and turns around to stalk out of church taking Karev, his VP, along with him.
A moment later we hear the door of the clubhouse fall shut, and it’s then Swade roars, “Like fuck I’ll let him take her away in a few days.”
“The her in question will be long gone by then,” Norie snaps and steps away from me.
Swade shakes his head. “You can’t leave. They will track you down. Your mother, she...”
Norie points an accusing finger at him. “Shut up about her. I’m not ready to talk about whatever you two did. Fucking hell, I don’t even want to think of my mother as the other woman...screwing a married man.”
“She wasn’t,” Swade gently states. “We had a one-night stand before Lace and I were getting serious. I wanted more, your mother didn’t...it’s why I asked Lace to marry me instead, hoping Senna would change her mind. She didn’t.”
I remember my father telling me about the early days when Swade was a prospect. He drank a lot and Lace’s family came from old money. She only married him to piss off her family, a family who disowned her.
Her family recently lost their fortune due to bad investments; it’s why she wanted to pluck Swade like a chicken to get every damn penny from the brewery.
Their marriage was bound to fail from the start.
Lace tried to take the brewery because it was the only thing Swade bought after she signed the prenup.
No wonder the man asked the club to step in when his wife wanted a divorce.
Norie wrinkles her nose. “What kind of fucked-upness is that? Why did you marry Lace and then hire my mother as a housekeeper? Talk about some twisted mental torture to see the woman you want day in day out while being married to the second choice. Add me into the mix...motherfucker, I really need coffee, and I don’t want to talk to you right now. ”
“Lace wasn’t even a second choice,” Swade mutters.
Norie looks like she’s a breath away from flipping her shit.
I grab her elbow and tell Swade, “Go to the brewery. Get some work done and don’t swing by the clubhouse until I say so.”
His expression tells me he wants to defy my order, but instead he stomps out of church. Letting Norie go, I kick the door closed and grab my phone to shoot a message to a prospect.
Turning my attention back at Norie, I point at a chair and snap, “Sit.”
“I’m not a dog,” she fires back.
Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I tell her, “Well aware, Norie. Otherwise you’d be jumping up and down to get my balls into your mouth.”
The expression on her face, all wide-eyed, tells me she wasn’t expecting such a retort.
She quickly recovers and glares when she grumbles, “I want my stun gun back.”
“Not happening. You leaving isn’t happening either. Like I mentioned to Sevrin, you’re club property.”
Dropping her bag beside the chair, she jolts to her feet and places her hands on her hips.
“I might have appreciated the way you stepped in, even if you were the one who called him in the first place, but I’m done with this bullshit.
Swade can vouch for the fact that my lips stay sealed ’cause I never talk to anyone.
Hell, I don’t even have friends. I’d like to say I don’t have any relatives besides my so-called uncle, but apparently, he’s my father and I’ve got a whole new uncle to throw into the mix.
I’m having such a great morning, who knows what other shit will pop up in an hour. ”
“Good, then no one will miss you if I keep you here. If you like to have the daddy issue in black and white, I can have a doctor swing by to do a DNA test.” Why the fuck did I suggest the last part?
Norie steps closer. “Let me guess, your sweet offer comes straight from the goodness of your heart? All while deep down you want to have the proof to tie me to your club for life.”
The grin on my face is automatic because for sure as fuck do I like the idea of having her lush ass tied up for life. To my bedposts for instance. Yeah, sounds damn perfect. Her ass, mouth, and pussy nicely available for me to use anytime I want.
She purses her lips. “I don’t even want to know what you’re thinking about. So, wipe that grin off your face, it’s creepy as hell.”
I close the distance between us and lean down so our noses are almost touching. “I couldn’t give two shits if you think I’m creepy. Your ass is mine.”
Her breath catches and her eyes dilate, causing my cock to twitch behind the zipper of my jeans. Her next breath is caught in her throat when I have one hand on her neck and the other on her sweet lush ass.
“Your body’s reaction tells me you like this little fact.” I harshly squeeze her ass so she knows I’m referring to me owning her ass.
My hard cock is rubbing against her, drawing out a moan. Her lips part and I can’t help myself when I snatch it between my teeth and bite down. She whimpers and I shove my tongue into her mouth to roughly kiss her.
Damn. She tastes sweet, and the kiss makes my cock harder than it has been from fucking some random woman. She must feel it too because I can feel her hands fisting my cut as she tries to keep herself grounded.
All while I’m losing control. I nip her bottom lip again, this time the copper taste of blood is mixed in our kiss. My hand leaves her ass to cup her between her legs. I can feel her heat but want to shove my fingers into her cunt to feel how wet she is.
I tear my mouth from hers and stare down at the lust burning in her eyes.
Keeping our gaze locked, I push her checkered skirt up and rip the crotch from her fishnet stockings.
Shoving her silk panties aside I can finally glide my fingers over what feels like a neatly trimmed pussy. Wet, hot, and deliciously tight.
“This feels too empty and too damn tight. I’m going to fill it to the brim for you, stretch it wide so you’ll feel the burn for days.” My voice is filled with the lust flowing through my veins.
My fingers leave her pussy and neck to take care of the buckle and zipper of my jeans so I can pull out my cock. From my pocket I take a rubber and rip the foil package open with my teeth before covering my hard length. All while I keep staring at her, daring to make a move or tell me no.
She doesn’t. Norie wants my cock and doesn’t give two shits about hating me for keeping her prisoner. Fucking her into submission is a nice solution. Especially when I place her lush ass onto the table, spread her legs and sink into her greedy cunt inch by inch.
It’s been awhile since I’ve got my cock wet, and it’s why I start to thrust deep and hard while pinning her to the table.
Fuck. This is what I need instead of dealing with a gun trade we didn’t agree to, and a woman who stuck her nose into club business.
Although the last part did me a solid by giving me a warm cunt for my cock to enjoy.