Chapter Thirteen
Will
Waking up next to the most beautiful woman in the world is perfection. Even my dreams are filled with Melanie and our future. “Why are you smiling?” she says, turning onto her stomach and resting her head on her elbows.
I turn to my side. “I was just thinking about how perfect our life is.”
“It is fantastic,” she sighs, running her dainty, talented hand across my chest. “What are your plans for today?”
“Well, after I spend the morning worshiping between your thighs, I plan to go to work and then take you to dinner. Then, we will spend the rest of the evening at home doing whatever you please.”
“I’m starting to believe you take pleasure in making me happy, Mr. Steele.”
“I’m glad you’re finally seeing things my way, Miss Brandon.” My lips brush down on hers, and as always, just the simple act sends me into a frenzy. I pull her onto me, straddling my body with her legs on either side.
“Wow, Mr. Steele, someone is happy to see me this morning,” she teases, grinding her wet slit over my engorged length. Fuck—if my dick was out of my boxers, I’d already be filling her up.
“You know I’m always happy to see you, Raven.”
“Show me.” Suddenly my phone rings, killing the mood. It sucks that I have to answer it, but as the future head of the company and the Steele Riders, it’s always important I do. She attempts to roll off me, but that shit won’t fly. I slide my boxers down and slip the tip into her wetness, letting her work herself onto my meat.
As I answer, “Will here,” I mouth a simple, “Ride me,” and then pop her round ass.
“We have a situation at the clubhouse. I need you here as soon as possible,” my father says.
“Yes, I’ll be there in forty minutes.” I hold back a grunt when Melanie rolls her hips, squeezing my dick.
“Where are you? Not on the site—it’s Saturday.”
“You just woke me up.”
“You are the future president. You need to be here faster than that, Son. I need you here in twenty, pussy or not. Sorry, Beast.” Shit, her father’s there. Oops. I don’t give a fuck, but I look at my woman who is taking my dick to the hilt. Melanie blushes and then starts working her pussy faster on my cock, bouncing up and down, biting on her bottom lip.
“Okay. Fuck,” I groan, ending the call and tossing my phone across the room. “We can finish this later.”
“Or we can finish this now,” she moans. She’s right. I sit up and cradle the back of her skull; her long dark hair slides through my fingers.
“Okay, Princess. Let’s fuck,” I grunt, sitting up further and sending my dick deeper.
“Fuck,” she cries out. “You’re so damn deep.”
“That’s right. Take that dick, baby, and come quick or I’m going to because I have to go to work.” I fist her hair and make her bounce on me. Our mouths crash on each other, and our chests meet. Her pebbled nipples scrape against my skin, and I’m barely hanging on. “Fuck, be a good girl and come for me before I break.”
“I am,” she cries out, gripping my hair and tugging on it. “Rett,” her voice echoes through our bedroom. “Shit, shit, oh. Rett.” She clings to my hair as her back arches and her tight pussy clenches around my thick cock. Her orgasm spurs my own; like a vampire needing to feed, I bite down on her neck, growling and emptying my load into her pussy. I know we’re protected, but every time I fill her up, I get the satisfaction that one day in the future she won’t be and I’m the only one with that privilege.
****
“It’s about time you showed up,” my dad says.
“Pops, it’s only been twenty-one minutes. What’s going on?”
“Someone broke into the clubhouse last night.”
“What the fuck? And you’re just finding this out now?”
“Our surveillance system was tampered with.”
“So it was an inside job.”
“We had a severe storm yesterday, so someone saw it as a perfect opportunity to use the downed power grid, the backup generator, and the lack of guards that were moved to protect the houses first. Whoever it was knew the contingency plans.”
“Well, I have an idea who.”
“Who?” my father asked.
“Who the fuck else? Damon. We kicked that fuck out instead of killing him like I wanted to. He was willing to double cross me for my woman, knowing damn well the consequences. Don’t you think it would be possible that he’d be the one to access the clubhouse?”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know,” Ian says. He’s the tech that works with Cyber, who has been down with a serious stomach flu.
“Isn’t it a coincidence that Cyber’s severely ill, and then this happens? I’m calling Miles.”
“We call Miles and we’re going to have bloodshed before we know what’s going down,” Beast warns. “Won’t just be the Riders. He’ll have goons in here that rival the cartels.” That’s why I like Miles. He’s a bit crazy and that’s needed.
“If someone poisoned his father and we don’t tell him, what do you think he’ll do?”
“You’re right,” my dad says.
“Poisoned who?” Miles says, walking in the clubhouse. “You all need better security at the gate.” He adjusts his bloody cuff.
“Tell me he’s not dead.”
“He’s not dead,” he answers with a deadpan expression.
“Seriously, Miles.”
“Come, now, Uncle Boomer. I swear I didn’t kill your pathetic foot soldier, but I did give him a warning that if he ever denies me entry again, I’ll kill his entire family. I just found out my father is in the hospital. My private doctor is seeing him. Now—since you fucks want to leave me out of the shit storm that’s apparently going down, I’m assuming you believe it’s not just some foodborne illness.”
“We believe he might have been poisoned so someone could hack our surveillance.”
“I will locate the fuckers, and then I will hunt them down.” On top of being an elite hacker, Miles is a mob boss. Natural-born psycho, it would seem. “Have you had this place swept for devices before you held a fucking meeting in here?”
“No.”
“You’re getting old.” Miles tips his head toward the door. Moments later, several men exit a cluster of black SUVs.
“They’re going to sweep the place for all devices. Someone wanted in here for more than security.”
“I can hack into the system from my home in Vegas,” he confesses. “What else is here? Codes to bank records? Buildings?” My father thinks about it all. There are lots of things in his office that are accessible, but he locks it up tight and without proper access, you can’t get in once it’s locked.
All of the men run out. “Sir, we need to leave now. It’s rigged to explode.”
“What?” We all shouted.
“The bomb is in the kitchen. It’s rigged to the oven timer, and we only have a minute left.” We don’t even get to the main gate when there’s a large explosion inside. The building rattles, and a plume of smoke comes from under the doors.
“It looks like it wasn’t completely totaled, but we’ll need to wait for a team to inspect it.”
“Miles, they call me ‘Boomer’ for a reason. I’m a demolition expert, and so is my son. Someone did this intentionally, and they will pay for it.”
Three hours later, we have the burning embers put out and finally deem the building safe to enter. Miles decided to leave almost immediately after we had things under control. He didn’t want to leave his parents alone for even a moment. Most of the damage is to the kitchen and main hangout area, although they did manage to send a message to my father’s office, creating a giant hole in the side of one wall. Thankfully, nothing but a sofa is there.
All the load-bearing walls are still standing, however my father wants to double down on the stability of the clubhouse, so there is an entire crew out here to work on it. He pulled them off another job, delaying the other project a week. Unfortunately, it will upset the client, but we don’t give two fucks.
My father comes out of the central security area with his lead foreman and asks me, “Where is Miles?”
“At the hospital with his father.”
“Do you think he’s going to find whoever hacked our system and poisoned his father?” Beast asks.
“Have you met the crazy bastard?” I ask. My phone rings, and it’s Melanie. Fuck. We’ve been so busy dealing with this that I didn’t have time to call and inform her about what’s going on.
“Shit, it’s Melanie. What am I going to tell her?”
“Tell her there was a gas leak at the clubhouse. That’s the story we’re going to roll with. Our women don’t need to know the problems. As much as you want to be honest with all this stuff, some of these problems don’t need to rest on their tiny shoulders.”
I nod, walking away from him, and call her back. “Sorry, baby. It’s been pretty crazy here. There was a gas leak at the clubhouse, and it caused a decent-sized explosion in the kitchen area. My father and I are working with our team to deal with the clean-up and repair.”
“Oh God. Please tell me no one was hurt.”
“No, baby. Of course not. No one was here at the time, but I will see you later, okay? I’m sorry, but this may take all day and I’m going to be working hard to get this repaired so my men can get back to their other worksites.”
“I understand. I have school on Monday anyway, so it’s not like I’m not busy anyway.”
“That’s why I love you, beautiful.”
“Because I have school?” she asks with an air of sass in the sexy voice of hers. I swear if I could get home and spank her, I would. My dick hardens in a second, and I don’t have anywhere to hide it, so I walk over to the back of my work truck and adjust myself.
“No, smartass. Because you’re reasonable and wonderful,” I grunt into the phone.
“I’m only reasonable because you gave me a fabulous orgasm this morning.” She’s a damn seductress, but I love it.
“Then I’ll make sure to keep you coming.”
“That you better do,” she giggles before hanging up the phone.
I get back to work and hope that Miles finds an answer for me soon so I can go back to my bride-to-be with a clear conscience and stiff dick.