Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“You keep looking at me like that,” he said with a grin, “and this is gonna be real quick.”
“Then I better stop,” she teased. “But I can’t help myself.” Her smile shot straight to his heart.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed, gliding his lips along the inside of her thigh. While his hand stroked her other leg, he slowly nipped and licked the inside of her right one. He loved the way Casey shivered beneath his touch, her skin pebbling under his mouth.
“Rags,” she breathed, reaching for him.
Capturing her dark gaze, he ran his index finger through her slit, groaning when her slick juices covered it.
“So fuckin’ wet… dripping,” he murmured, lowering his head.
With two fingers, he opened the folds, exposing her glistening clit.
“So tempting.” He stroked her trimmed lips, then pushed a finger deep inside her.
Casey panted and squeezed hard.
Leaning over, he unfastened the front clasp of her bra and captured a pretty, dusty rose nipple between his teeth while his finger moved slowly in and out of her.
“Oh, Rags,” she panted.
“My Case,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down her body until he reached her sweetness.
With one hand, he tweaked and rolled her stiffened peaks, and with the other one he pushed two fingers in and out of her while he swept his tongue from her clit to her heated wetness.
“You taste real sweet,” he rasped. He pulled out his fingers then thrust his tongue inside her, pushing in and pulling out in quick succession.
“Oh, fuck,” Casey moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
The tip of his index finger gently rubbed and flicked her sweet spot as he plunged in and out of her until her breath hitched into a sharp gasp and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Her eyes, soft and hazy, held his with a tenderness that made his chest tighten. Holding her gaze, he leaned back and slid his finger into his mouth, licking off her juices.
“So fuckin’ awesome,” he said. Rags bent over and dipped his head down, seizing her mouth.
“Taste yourself, darlin’,” he said against her lips.
Casey’s arms circled around his neck and she yanked him closer.
“Do you like your sweetness?” he asked, voice gravelly.
“I like the way it tastes on your tongue,” she murmured.
“You’re so fuckin’ incredible.” He brushed feathery-light kisses over her face before fusing his lips on hers.
Casey pulled him closer, pressing all her soft, sexy curves against his body. Her skin was warm and damp from her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him.
“Fuck, baby, that feels good,” he groaned.
“I want you inside me.” She relaxed her legs, spreading them wide, and reached down to grasp his stiff dick. “Now, please,” she whispered in his ear.
Rags sucked in a deep, ragged breath. “Fuck, woman.”
He eased into her slowly, savoring the way her skin stretched and expanded around him. “You’re perfect,” he murmured as a low moan escaped her throat.
Her warm walls encased him as he slowly moved in and out of her. Rags loved the way her pussy pulsed around his cock, her wetness covering him.
“Faster,” she whispered.
His control snapped. He pulled back and drove into her again, their gazes locked.
“It feels so good,” she gasped, pushing up and meeting his thrusts.
As he pumped in and out of her, he slipped his middle finger between her folds and found her clit, rubbing it in small circles.
“Yes. That’s it. Don’t stop,” she cried out.
The heat of her, the scent of her, the feel of her so close to him, skin on skin consumed him.
Dark brown eyes met his as he took all of her in: disheveled hair, reddened lips, glowing skin. With his gaze still locked on hers, his whole body tensed then his cock shot threads of hotness into her.
“Fuck, Case. Fuck.”
“I’m coming, Rags… oh…” Her slick walls spasmed around him, gripping and squeezing him.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans before collapsing against her, his chest heaving. She tightened her arms around him.
They stayed tangled together, breathing hard until their pulses slowed.
Rags lifted up, gently kissed her, then rolled onto his back, tugging her close. “You’re amazing, Case.”
She snuggled deeper, burying her face into his chest, her sigh warm against his skin. “It was wonderful,” she murmured.
He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, smiling at the soft rhythm of her breathing. Reaching over, he switched off the lamp and pulled the comforter over them. Rags held her close, listening to the wind howl through the trees and rattle the windows.
The bastard who’d been watching Casey had no idea what he’d started. He’d made one deadly mistake. He’d chosen Casey. Rags’s jaw tightened in the darkness.
And when he found the sonofabitch… the bastard wasn’t walking away.
* * *
“How’re the roads?” Puck asked as Rags stepped into the clubhouse.
“Slippery as hell. Is Hawk around?” he asked.
“No. A couple of his kids got the crud, so he’s stayin’ away for a few days.”
“Shit,” Rags muttered.
“What’s up?” Puck said.
“Just need to ask him to do somethin’ for me. Is Banger around?”
“Yeah.” Puck tilted his head toward the hallway. “He’s in his office. Was last night a bitch clearing all the roads?”
“Not too bad. I had somethin’ to take care of, so I bailed early, but the crew handled it.”
“Tank said it kicked ass. He was real into it.” Puck laughed.
Rags grinned. “I’ll remember that next time.”
“Do you want me to fix you something to eat?” Melanie asked, her nails trailing down his forearm.
Rags glanced at her and shook his head. “Thanks, but I already ate.”
“You haven’t been around much,” she said, pressing against him.
Rags stepped back. “Been busy. How’ve you been?”
Melanie lifted one shoulder. “Same as always ’cept I’ve been missing you.”
“I’ve been keeping you busy,” Tank said, swatting her behind.
She squealed, then laughed. “You sure have, and I’m not complaining.”
“Why don’t you fix me one of your kickass breakfast burritos with extra chorizo and potatoes, sweetie?” Tank said.
A smile lit up Melanie’s face. “Will do.” She turned away and strutted toward the kitchen.
“Damn. I love the way her hips move,” Tank said, eyes following her.
“Me too,” Puck murmured.
“Damn fine.” Tank glanced at Rags. “And where the hell did you disappear to last night?”
“I had something come up,” Rags replied.
Tank’s expression sobered. “Everything okay with your family?”
Rags nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t that. So, I heard you were having a good time plowing.”
Tank guffawed. “It kicked ass. Count me in for the next round.”
“I will,” Rags said, clapping a hand on Tank’s shoulder. “I gotta see Banger.”
Rags headed toward the president’s office hoping Banger would accommodate his request.
“Come in,” Banger’s voice boomed.
“Hey,” Rags said, closing the door behind him. “How’s Belle?”
“Damn fine.” Banger smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“That’s good.” Rags slid into the leather chair.
“What can I do for you?” Banger leaned back.
Rags shifted. “I wanna borrow one of the prospects for a few days.”
Banger straightened. “Borrow? For club business?”
“No.” He met his stare. “Personal.”
Banger’s brow creased. “Like what?”
“Protection until I get things set up.”
“For who?”
“My woman.”
A smile relaxed the hard lines in Banger’s face. “It’s about damn time you admitted she’s your woman.”
“Yeah… well, whatever,” Rags muttered.
“Why does she need protection?”
“Someone’s targeted her. I think it could be the same bastard killing the women in town.”
Banger leaned forward. “Fuck. You sure?”
“Pretty sure. Signs are pointing that way, and my gut’s not sitting right.”
“Gut’s never wrong. What do you need the prospect to do?”
“Watch her when I’m not around. Just until I get an alarm system installed.”
“Okay. But we’ll need all prospects at least four days before the club party. We’ve got brothers coming in from out-of-state charters and support clubs.”
Rags nodded. “I’ll only need him a few days.”
“You got it. I’m guessing you’ll be spending most of your time with your woman.”
“Yeah.” Rags pushed up. “Who can you spare?”
“Doesn’t matter. Hog, Rusty or Skinless would do fine.”
“Hog,” Rags said.
“Done. Let him know. You give her your patch yet?”
Rags jerked his head back. “No. Nothing like that.”
Banger laughed. “I know the idea kicks you in the balls. You’re not there yet, but you will be.”
“I don’t know about that,” Rags muttered. He tapped the desk. “Thanks for the help.”
“Anytime. I know what it’s like when your woman’s in trouble.”
Rags nodded, remembering what Banger had gone through with Belle. “Thanks again.” He stepped out into the hallway and headed back toward the main room.
After lining things up with Hog to watch Casey, he headed over to the pool table. Too much pent-up anger churned inside him. “Who’s up for a game?” he asked, taking a cue stick from the rack.
“I’m in a winning mood,” Puck said, striding over.
Rags racked the balls, the sharp click and clack of solids and stripes echoing across the room.
“Fast game, or are we taking our time?” Puck asked, chalking his cue.
“It won’t take long for me to beat you.” A smirk tugged at his lips.
“We’ll see ’bout that.”
“Shit,” Rags muttered, pulling out his phone.
Eagle’s name flashed on the screen. “Yo.”
“Hey, dude. How you doing?” Eagle said.
“Good. Digging out from the snowstorm. How’s down south?”
“We barely got an inch. What’re you up to?” Eagle asked.
“About to play a game of pool with Puck. What’s going on?”
“Not much. A bunch of us are riding up for the party on Saturday.”
“That’s cool. Who’s coming?” Rags asked.
“Aztec, Paco, Muerto, Goldie, and Steel. Diablo and Crow might make it. Army and Chains are staying back with the others to make sure no shit happens when we’re away.”
“I was hoping to see those two. It’s been too long.”
“Saber’s riding up with us,” Eagle said.
Rags glanced at Puck and the cash on the edge of the table. “Is he coming to the party?”
“Yeah. You wanna talk to him?” Eagle said.
“I’ll catch him at the party. I got a game going.”
Eagle laughed. “He couldn’t come to the phone anyway. He’s got his face buried in Selena’s crotch.”
“Sounds like Saber.” Rags chuckled.
“I’ll let you go. We’ll see you Saturday,” Eagle said.
“Yeah. Later, bro.”
Rags slid his phone into his pocket. “Eagle and some of the Night Rebels are coming to the party Saturday.”
“It’s been a while since we all hung out,” Puck said.
“Saber’s coming with them,” Rags said, leaning over the table.
“Haven’t seen him for a couple of years. It’s gonna be a helluva turnout,” Puck said, his gaze intent on Rags’s cue.
“Yeah. It will.”
Rags broke, sending the balls scattering.
Even as he focused on the game, his mind stayed on Casey.
He’d made sure she was safely tucked in her office, called the alarm guy, and set Hog in place to keep an eye on things.
Casey wasn’t thrilled about it, but he wasn’t taking chances.
He’d meet her for lunch, then head to work and back to her place later.
He hated that Hawk wasn’t around. He wanted the license plate information now, not later. He wasn’t good at waiting.
“Your move, dude. What the hell?”
Rags blinked. “Sorry. I got shit cluttering my mind.” He glanced up and spotted Chas walking in. “Chas!”
Chas came over and bumped fists with him. “What’s up?”
“Something came up. Do you wanna finish my game?”
“You only made the break shot,” Puck said.
Chas looked at the table. “It’s a strong start. What’s riding on it?”
“Two hundred bucks,” Puck said.
“It’s tempting, but I told Addie I’d pick up Hope and Paisley from the skating rink. I don’t want them waiting around, you know?” Chas said. “I just came by to go over a few things with Banger then I gotta go.”
“This sucks,” Puck muttered.
“I owe you a game, bro,” Rags said.
“I’ll take over,” Tank said, stepping in.
Puck grinned. “This’ll be easy money.”
“We’ll see,” Tank growled, grabbing the cue from Rags. “Game’s on.”
“Later,” Rags said.
He stepped outside into the icy morning air and headed for his SUV, snow crunching under his boots.