Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
STRYKER
The stale smell of stale coffee and cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air of the intel room.
I stand right behind Wolf’s chair, my arms crossed over my chest as I stare dead-ahead at the glowing computer screen.
Viper and Phoenix flank us on either side, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a combat knife.
"Right there," Wolf murmurs, dragging his mouse across the screen.
He clicks, and the image on the monitor enlarges. It's a snapshot from the abandoned shipping yard earlier today—the exact spot where we found Soraya. Wolf has zoomed in on a massive stack of wooden shipping crates sitting at the base of the rusted dock.
Viper leans in closer, his eyes narrowing. "Are you shitting me? Those crates look exactly like ours."
"They don't just look like ours," Wolf replies, his voice grim.
He taps a finger against the screen, pointing to a heavy steel clasp near the corner of the top box.
"Look at the hardware. They have the exact same proprietary locking mechanism we use.
The ones specifically designed to keep the crates from shifting during long-haul transportation. "
"What the fuck are our crates doing sitting unguarded at a rotting dock on the east side?" Viper growls, his hands balling into fists.
"Shut up and look at the screen, brother," Phoenix snaps, his usually calm demeanor fractured. "Just look at it."
Wolf hits a few keys, running an enhancement program to clear up the grainy, pixelated shadows of the image. As the blur sharpens into focus, the blood in my veins turns to liquid nitrogen.
There's a logo plastered on the front of the center crate. It’s bold, sharp, and completely foreign. It sure as hell isn't the King’s Logistics logo we use for our legitimate trucking fronts, and it definitely isn't the Rebel Kings skull and crown.
"Son of a bitch," I curse, the sound tearing out of my throat in a dark, feral growl.
It all clicks into place. This is them. This is the faceless ghost who has been fucking with our product, hijacking our routes, and causing absolute chaos for the club over the last few months.
I was already planning to hunt these bastards down and end their miserable lives for stepping on Rebel Kings territory.
But now? Knowing these are the exact same pieces of shit who dared to lay their hands on my woman and put her life in danger?
It changes everything. I’m doubling down on my promise.
I'm going to burn their entire organization to the ground, and then I'm going to salt the earth with their ashes.
"Dig deeper," I order, my voice a deadly serious command that leaves no room for failure.
I look around the room, meeting the eyes of my most trusted men.
"I want that logo run through every database, every street contact, and every dark web forum you can access. Find out who it belongs to and report back immediately with any new information. I need a name.”
"You got it, Prez," Wolf says, already typing frantically on his keyboard.
With the meeting over, I turn on my heel and stride out of the intel room.
My steps echo down the hallway as I make my way back to my apartment.
I left Soraya sleeping soundly in my bed, her beautiful, exhausted body tangled in my black sheets, and I need to see her.
I need to anchor myself in her presence before the rage completely consumes me.
I push the heavy wooden door open and step inside. "sunflower, I'm back—"
I freeze. The bed is completely empty.
A sharp stab of panic instantly seizes my chest. My heart hammers against my ribs, my protective instincts screaming that she's gone, that they got to her again, that I failed…
And then I hear it. The soft, steady hiss of water running in the adjoining bathroom.
The suffocating panic instantly evaporates, replaced by a heavy, rushing wave of pure, unfiltered lust. A dense cloud of steam is rolling out from beneath the bathroom door, and my head immediately fills with incredibly dirty, wicked thoughts. Thoughts I plan to act out right this very second.
I don't waste any time. I toe off my boots, strip off my leather cut, and shed the rest of my clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. I push the bathroom door open, stepping into the humid, fragrant heat.
Through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure, I can see her silhouette. I slide the glass door back, revealing my sexy, curvy goddess standing under the spray. She’s soaking wet, water cascading down the lush, gorgeous dip of her waist and the swell of her hips.
She turns to look over her shoulder, jumping slightly at the noise, but the moment her eyes land on my naked, heavily tattooed frame, a slow, incredibly seductive smile spreads across her wet lips.
"Room for one more?" I murmur, stepping into the hot water with her.
“I was wondering when you were going to join me,” she sasses as she steps aside to give me more room.
My hands trace the contours of her curves, then grip her hips and pull her snug against my chest. I groan into the side of her neck as I suck and nibble her skin, just the way she likes.
She trembles as my mouth works up and down the slender column.
I feel her hand slide down my abs and grip my cock, already hard for her.
“Fuck me,” I grunt as I buck my hips into her hand. She works me over, sliding up and down.
“Yeah, that’s the idea,” she whispers.
I growl and kiss my way down to her perfect tits, sucking one in my mouth.
Soraya inhales sharply, then gives me a soft moan, one that spurs me on as I lick her nipple and scrape my teeth over the hard little peak.
I slide a finger up her slit and circle her clit.
Soraya’s knees shake and I hold her up, chuckling into her skin.
“Love how responsive you are, baby. Are you ready for me?”
“Y-yes, pl-please…oh!” She cries out as I dip a finger into her entrance, still so tight for me.
“You’re not too sore?”
“No, ah… I’m ready, oh god, oh my god,” her voice cracks as I continue to finger her slowly, building her up and then backing down when she’s close to the edge.
Her hand has stopped stroking my dick, she's so caught up in what I'm doing to her. It's probably for the best because I could cum just from watching her writhe and melt in my hands, and I want this to last longer.
Soraya grips my biceps and rests her head on my chest, trembling and gasping for air. I love seeing her like this, so lost in lust, in pleasure.
I withdraw my hand and she whines in protest, giving me the cutest little angry face.
I can’t help but kiss her as I guide her back to the wall.
My hands slide down her slender frame and grip her ass, lifting her up and pinning her to the wall.
Her legs automatically go around me, her arms loop around my neck.
Soraya moans so perfectly for me when she feels my cock rub up and down her slit, the head hitting her clit every time.
“Please, Stryker, I can’t take any more, just please…”
I don’t waste another second, the desperation in her voice calling out to the animal in me. I find her entrance and shove my dick inside, hitting her deep and making us both cry out.
“So damn good,” I grunt. I still inside of her, relishing the way her pussy squeezes me and pulses around my hard shaft.
“You’re so big, god, you feel so good.” Soraya wriggles in my hands, her body letting me know what it needs. Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back inside, my dick not wanting to be away from his new home any longer than necessary. “Stryker! Yes, oh god…”
Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as she pulls me down for a heated kiss. Soraya bites my bottom lip as I thrust into her, fucking her good and hard so she always remembers who she belongs to. I grind my cock deep inside of her sweet cunt before pulling out and thrusting back in.
She sucks my tongue inside of her mouth and moans around me, jerking her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. My hands grip her ass tightly, helping her slide up and down my length.
“Stryker, you’re so deep like this. So good…”
I grunt in response, unable to say anything else. I’m so lost inside of her, words fail me. My spine tingles, my balls draw up tight, and I need her to get there with me.
As if sensing my impending orgasm, Soraya starts shaking, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, begging me to fuck her harder. Our bodies are in perfect sync as I piston in and out. She cries out, a desperate, aching sound escaping her throat. Or maybe that’s me, I can’t tell anymore.
We’re both grunting, fucking, kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We’re coming together, screaming together, tensing and releasing together. It’s intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.
My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside of her.
Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Soraya’s pussy.
It makes me leak more cum inside of her, knowing I filled her up to the brim.
Some part of my brain takes note that we haven’t used a condom once, but I can’t seem to give a fuck.
Leaning up against the shower wall, I hug Soraya into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body completely limp and sated. “You ok, beautiful?”
She nods. “So good.” It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.
“Me, too, love. Me, too.”
“Love?” She looks up at me, her wet hair slicked back, making her hazel eyes even more stunning and wide. “You love me?”
“Of course. Haven’t I told you that yet?”
“Well, no. Not with those words.” She’s trying to look stern, but she can’t hide the bright excitement and hope blooming in her eyes.
“Well then, let me be perfectly clear,” I murmur, nuzzling against the side of her neck.
I place a kiss there, then lean back so we’re eye to eye.
“I love you, Soraya. You’re the only person I’ve ever said that to, the only one I’ve trusted enough to be vulnerable with.
I think I knew it in my heart that first day I stepped into your shop, but it took a bit for the rest of me to catch up. ”
“It didn’t take that long,” she teases, though she’s smiling so hard it looks like her cheeks hurt. “I mean, it’s been like two weeks since then.”
Instead of arguing, I kiss her nose, forehead, lips, cheeks, and anywhere else my lips can find. My woman giggles, then squeals when the hot water finally runs out. We’re sprayed with an icy blast, and I chuckle as I gather her up in my arms and set her down in the bathroom.
“I love you, too, you know,” Soraya says once her feet are back on the floor.
“I know,” I tell her with a smirk. “You just let me know if that ever changes.”
“It won’t,” she replies with all the confidence in the world. “Actually, I think I’m going to love you more and more every day, so watch out, mister. I might become more possessive than you are.”
“Doubt it.” I chuckle at her adorable scrunched up nose, then hand her a towel.
We dry off together, though I find it hard not to take her against the sink while she looks at me in the mirror. We’ll have plenty of time for that later. In fact, we have a whole lifetime ahead of us.