Holiday Havoc (Reckless Bastards MC 7)

My mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure until she clenched around my cock and pulled another orgasm from me. I shook and trembled before collapsing on top of her. “Forever ain’t gonna be enough, Vivi.”

Her legs tightened around me, reluctant to let me go. “Maybe not, but it’s a good fucking start.”

“Jesus fuck, no wonder he hasn’t been answering his phone!” Savior’s voice cut through the emotion in the room. “Hey Vivi.”

She arched her back and looked at Savior and Max with a grin. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”

“No. No, no, no. We are not about to shoot the breeze while I’m still inside her. Give us a minute, yeah?”

Savior grinned and continued to stare even as Max pulled him into the kitchen. “No point in locking the front if you forget about the back,” he called out, laughter ringing in his voice.

I looked down at Vivi. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I’m too happy to care. Honestly I could fuck you again. Right now.” She clenched around me just to prove her point. “But I’m guessing whatever brought those guys here is important.”

It always fucking was. With great reluctance, I slowly separated our bodies and grunted. “Yeah.” I didn’t know what was going on but clearly it was serious for the guys to interrupt me. I slid my pants back on and went to the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“We got a problem,” Savior began. “Gunnar and Stitch never made it up to Reed’s place.”

“Shit.” The word came out on an exhale. “So they’re missing? Did you check their places?”

“Are you really asking us that? Of course we did. Everything looked normal so we assumed they headed up that way,” Max said, troubled. “Apparently Stitch has a girl up in Reno but all we got is a first name. Marisol.”

Okay. I could work with that. “All right. I’ll get their phones tracked and see what I can find.”

Vivi strolled in, a laptop in her hand and still wearing her orange jumpsuit. “What can I do to help?”

Savior’s lips twitched. “Tell us about the jumpsuit.”

“Roleplaying,” she said simply and looked up. “We gonna talk about the hot sex we just had or do you want help finding your buddies?”

I kissed her cheek and smiled at the guys. “You heard her.”

Savior leaned on his elbows. “Jag, you can find the buddies while she tells us all about this hot sex.”

“It would be unfair to make you feel inadequate,” she told him, her gaze never leaving the computer screen. “There are three Marisol’s in Reno.”

The kitchen fell silent for a long moment and then we all got to our feet. “Give us ten minutes to get dressed and we’ll meet you at the clubhouse.”

When we were alone, Vivi slipped outside and came back with clothes across her arm. “I left them in my camper, which I’m happy to see you still have. But we have a problem.”

“We do?”

She nodded. “I need a shower and you told the guys ten minutes,” she said, two fingers traveling slowly down her body, between her tits and down to the hot sweetness sticking to her thighs.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to be quick about it.” I breathed.

Thirty minutes later we were headed to the clubhouse.

Chapter Eleven - Gunnar

Fuck, my head hurt like a motherfucker. It throbbed so hard, so damn loud I couldn’t even tell where I was. It was dark. “What the fuck?”

“Gunnar?” Stitch’s voice rang out in the pitch black room but he sounded far away, or maybe it had something to do with the tennis ball sized knot on the back of my head. “Shit man, I thought you were fucking dead.”

“Glad to see you came to my defense, kid. Why are the fucking lights out?” I tried to push up off the ground and that was when I felt my ribs. Where I’d been kicked, and hard plastic cutting into my wrists. The hard plastic like fucking zip ties. “What the hell is going on, Stitch?” I may not have been the smartest tool in the damn shed but nothing about this felt right.