CHAPTER 12
I drum my fingers against the large table in Church waiting for everyone else to enter the room to start. It’s hell waiting. I hate it. The large devil’s skull burned into the middle of the table is practically fucking mocking me.
I’ve never felt this way before when it comes to the club, but I want to be anywhere but here right now. I want to be with Navy. It’s where I belong.
I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten to spend time with her alone. I know it’ll come, but, damn, I want it now.
But I can’t walk out and leave my brothers.
Church is mandatory and while Spark would probably understand my need to see our woman, he wouldn’t be able to let that shit slide.
My mind drifts to the other night when we spent the night together in Spark’s suite. It’s large enough for the four of us to live there, but I don’t know if she would be okay with living in the clubhouse. From what I heard, her place is pretty nice and it’s on a relatively quiet street in a nice neighborhood.
Would she leave it for us?
I can’t imagine Spark moving out of the clubhouse. He’s the Prez after all. I wish our clubhouse was situated like the New Orleans chapter because then we would have the room to build our own place within the compound. We’re just not set-up the same way.
But that’s the future while the ringing of Navy’s moans from the other night are pulling me into memories.
This time, she didn’t swallow my load, even though that felt really fucking good when we spent the night with her at Club Sin. I got to be buried in her tight, wet, pussy just like I promised her I would be.
Fuck, the way she rode me, her hips swirling and moving as I gripped them was like magic. I’ve never felt anything better.
I sucked on her tits as Rites and Spark watched. I was a little surprised when Spark didn’t protest us following him up to his place. I chalked it up to progress and the understanding that we were all in or none of us were.
It’s clear to me, and I guess he’s coming around to the idea, that Navy needs the three of us. Together. As a unit.
That doesn’t mean there won’t be times when we can be with her alone. There will be and I know I’m sure as fuck looking forward to those times.
She’s like a damn drug and I need my next fix.
The banging of the gavel on the table startles me out of my thoughts and my gaze swings up to find the room filled with my brothers and Spark staring at me with understanding in his eyes. I almost laugh at the look on his face because it’s clear where he wants to be and it sure as fuck isn’t Church.
Rites leans over and teases me, “Thinking about our woman?”
I only grunt in response because he knows I was. The shit.
Spark’s voice is gruff, but I can hear his desire to be with our women laced within his tone, “We have a lot to cover today.” The room quiets as he glances around the table. “I had a meeting with Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix a few days ago,” he informs us. “They’ll be staying in Seattle for a little while. I’m not sure how long.”
Demon, who is an enforcer along with Monk and me, grunts, “Is there a trafficking issue that they’re here to take down?”
Monk sits up a little straighter in his chair. The man might have found his old lady, but he’s still a man of few words. The biggest change I’ve seen in him since he met Rebel is that his eyes aren’t as shadowed with the ghosts of the past. They’re not gone, but any improvement makes me happy for our brother.
It’s been months since we heard anything certain about Morozov’s people making waves in the city. I knew it wouldn’t last and we’re all ready for some action whenever it comes our way. The thought of his people still being around and causing havoc in our city makes my blood boil.
That shit won’t fly at all. My fist clenches on my lap at the thought of women being traumatized by people who should be in the ground instead of breathing.
“No,” Spark’s voice is harsh as he shoots Demon a side-eye. He’s not the kind of man who likes to be interrupted. It’s understandable. “Since they’ve heard more chatter about people loyal to Morozov’s organization trying to gain a foothold in Seattle, they’re here as backup to Volkov and his inner circle.”
Demon slumps back in the chair and nods absently. I almost laugh since it’s clear the man is itching to see some violence, but it seems today is not the day for it.
I have no doubt the time will come. Eventually.
“They’ll be working with Savior Security when needed since we’ve been providing security for Volkov and his men.” We nod in understanding.
Now there are some men that I would not want to cross. They’re fucking ruthless. You couldn’t be anything less to take down a bratva that had spent years operating for as long as Morozov had been. Kirill and his brother Maxim are dangerous as hell.
Even as an enforcer for the DSMC, I wouldn’t want to go up against either of them, especially Kirill who stands at the head of the Volkov bratva. Then Huck and Baker comprise the rest of the inner circle of the organization.
Sure, they’re all fair men in the strictest sense, but that doesn’t mean they won’t shed blood to protect themselves, their family, and innocents.
That’s the entire reason that we’ve gotten along so well with the men. Their values are very similar to that of the DSMC. I almost hope none of them find a woman; if anyone threatened their women it would be a damn bloodbath.
I shiver in my chair thinking about the blood that could be spilled on the streets of Seattle. If Morozov’s men were smart, along with whoever is trying to lead the comeback, they would turn tail and find somewhere else to try and regrow their empire.
But I know its greed driving them instead of intelligence or even self-preservation.
“We’ll keep you updated with anything you need to know but keep your ears to the ground. I wouldn’t be surprised if shit is going to hit the fan soon with the mercs in town.” Spark’s eyes roam over the room as he pauses, clearly giving us a moment to speak if we need to. When no one says anything, he gives a curt nod and takes a deep breath. “We’ll be voting on Aston becoming a patched member soon which means it’s time to start thinking about a road name for him.”
“Pissant,” Nero blurts out, amusement in his voice.
We all groan, and I roll my eyes because he always has the worst fucking suggestions when it comes to road names. It’s become a running joke at this point.
Spark glares at our brother who doesn’t seem bothered in the least. Nero simply shrugs and sits back in his chair with a pleased as fuck look on his face. The fucking idiot.
“Before I open it up, there’s one more matter that needs to be brought to the table.” When Spark looks at Rites and then me, I wonder the fuck he’s talking about. “A claiming.”
I almost fall the fuck out of my chair in surprise, but I catch myself and manage not to make a fool of myself. From the way Rites is smirking at me, he didn’t miss it. I flip him off as we direct our attention back to Spark.
Brimstone has a knowing look in his eyes as he asks, “Who is claiming an old lady?”
“I am,” Spark grunts. When I let out a growl along with Rites, Spark rolls his eyes and reluctantly adds, “Along with Rites and Crucify.”
“That wasn’t so difficult, was it,” Rites taunts our Prez with a grin stretching his mouth so wide that I’m almost a little concerned for my brother.
“Like, all three of you are claiming someone?” I look over at Biker who is smirking before he adds, “Together?”
“Yes,” Spark grits out through his teeth. “We’re claiming Navy as our old lady.”
Clutch, our Sargant at Arms, sounds curious as fuck, “Is that the sexy blond bombshell you had at the clubhouse the other night?”
“It is,” Rites’ voice is cool and aloof. “She’s also the burlesque dancer that performed for Spark’s birthday.”
A few of the men around the table blink a few times like they hadn’t connected those two dots. I almost roll my eyes because the old ladies figured it out in no time at all. Are these men really our brothers?
“Shit,” Monk breathes out, but when I look at him, there’s pride written across his face. “Rebel loved her the other night. She’ll make a great old lady from what she said.”
His words hold a weight to them because we know how much stock he puts into the feelings of his old lady; all the men who clearly heard from their women already nod solemnly in agreement.
Spark barks, “Any objections?”
When the room is quiet, he bangs the gavel, and it’s done. Navy is officially our old lady. As Prez opens up the floor to any issues with the businesses or questions, I zone out. I know I should be paying attention, but the only thing I can think about is getting out of here and seeing our woman.
By the time Church ends, I’m practically frothing at the mouth to get the fuck out of here. I’m not the only one either. When I stand, Spark and Rites are right there with me. We let Spark stride out of the room first, but then we almost get stuck in the doorway as we try to walk through at the same time.
“You might be VP, but I haven’t gotten to spend any alone time with our woman,” I growl at him in warning.
Rites chuckles and steps back before making a sweeping motion toward the door like he’s fucking Vanna White or some shit. I flip him off before striding through the door, heading straight to my bike, and firing it up. I know my brothers will be right behind me, but I’m not going to wait for them.
Hell fucking no.
It takes far too long to get to my woman’s house and when she opens the door with a smile, I step inside her house without an invitation. I’m her man, I sure as fuck don’t need one.
I slam my mouth down onto hers and kiss her like I’ve missed her. Because I have.
It doesn’t take nearly enough time for my brothers to show up and they don’t bother to knock at all before walking in. “I told you he wouldn’t have gotten far,” I hear Rites tease behind me.
When I turn around, I keep my arms wrapped around our woman. She doesn’t try to wiggle away from me and spins in my arms to give my brothers a huge grin.
“Hi,” she breathes out, still panting a little from kissing me.
“We’ve claimed you at the table. It’s official,” Spark doesn’t pull any punches as he blurts his words, but there’s a warmth in his tone that I’ve never really heard before.
He’s looking at her with affection in his eyes as Navy stills. She whispers, “You did?”
I have no doubt the old ladies filled her in on the details. I can tell by the way her mouth is opening and closing that she’s surprised. It’s cute as fuck.
I lean down and whisper against her neck, “Do you know how serious this is?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her head tilting to the side to give me more access. There’s an edge of sass in her voice, even as she moans the words, “Don’t I get a say in this?”
“No,” Spark grits out through his teeth. “You’re ours.”
Damn fucking right she is. Before she can protest or throw any attitude our way, I lift her up in my arms and make my way into the living room. Its not the ideal place to make love to our woman, but it’ll have to do. I don’t think I could go any farther anyway.
It takes me no time at all to strip her down and bury my face between her thighs. I can feel my brothers watching us, but I ignore them. They can watch me make her fall apart for us.
“You taste so damn good, Siren,” I growl against her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
When I nip at the swollen bud, she falls apart for me. It’s the first of many orgasms that we’ll be giving our woman tonight.
We have a lot to fucking celebrate.