“Yes, but that day isn’t today,” Shooter replied.
The two reminded Hawk of himself and Tiny when they were younger. It gave him hope for the future. You were only as strong as your weakest member.
“You might want to see what your girls up to right now,” Ray said.
“What?” Hawk turned and found Summer and Ariel with their heads close together. They pulled back he recognized the salt, lime and a bottle of tequila.
“Is she about to do what I think she’s going to do?” Moose asked.
“No fucking way,” Shooter said.
Ariel caught his gaze across the room smirked and lifted up Summer’s shirt to highlight her large, firm, breasts. She doused them with salt, took her time licking a path in her cleavage. Summer let out a throaty moan he could hear over the noise and he growled. Ariel pulled back, sucked on a lemon and took a healthy swallow of tequila. His dick surged and tried to break free of his pants. His throat went dry. When Summer salted Ariel’s cleavage, his control snapped. He stalked across the floor and gripped her hip, hard.
“You ask me if you could do this?” he asked, baiting her.
“No, I figured it’d be a nice surprise.”
“You want everyone to see you? I can arrange that.” He ran his hands up her side and cupped her breasts.
She whimpered.
“I knew you liked it kinky, girl,” he drawled, nipping her earlobe. “I don’t mind if you want to get adventurous, but next time you damn sure better ask me. Summer, suck her tits through her dress.”
He watched as her girls formed a wall, blocking them from view. Fuck yeah, they’re learning.
Summer wrapped her full pink lips around Ariel’s right nipple and he moaned. Ariel arched her back, and he ground his hard-on into her ass. “You’re so sexy right now,” he said softly into her ear. “I’m going to make you come right now in this room with all these people.” He pulled her dress up in the back. “Spread your legs,” he said. He helped her, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. He bit the back of her neck and slipped his hands between her legs. Her crotch was wet and heat rolled off her pussy. “You want this just as bad as I do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
He slipped her panties to the side and caressed her slick bundle of nerves. Ariel moaned. Too impatient to play, he thrust into her and her muscles flexed. He curved his fingers and fucked her. She cried out, working her hips. His fingers itched to wrap around her throat. Later.
“Bite her nipples, Summer. She loves that shit.”
Ariel cried out, and he pumped faster, hitting the hard nub inside her. Her walls contracted around his fingers, and her body tensed. She huffed. “Let it happen, girl. Come for me now.” She fell apart in his arms, yielding her cream and he bit down on her neck, staking his claim in front of his pack like a wild animal. He kissed her shoulder. Any doubts he had about her belonging in this world were erased.
Chapter Twelve
Jorge Alexander came into the world two days ago and he already had everyone wrapped around his teeny fingers. It was amazing how fast these men turned to mush around a newborn. There’s no sight sexier than a biker holding a baby. At least, my biker. She continued to smooth the hair serum through her wet hair, brushed it out with a paddle brush. The Crazy Eights had come by to meet up at the Mayhem clubhouse, and Hawk had welcomed them as he continued to act as the working president. She liked the fact that Tiny took time off to be with his son. It showed how much of a family they were.
With the fan going to circulate the heat and steam from the shower, the sound outside the bathroom was muffled. She frowned, sure she’d heard the door to their room open. She stuck her head out of the door and found Specs and Gadget huddled with her old man in the center of the room. What’s this about?
“It finally happened. Emmit and Linden are gone. After all the trouble those fuckers caused. I think they both got what they deserved,” Specs said.
“Details?” Hawk asked.
“Hacked into the computer system at the police station. It was brutal—tortured, shot in the back of the head and chopped up like a damn cow.”
“It’s better than what they deserved,” Hawk said.
“I’m pretty sure they died screaming, according to the open windpipe mentioned in the medical reports,” Specs said.
“Good. What about the sex club?” Hawk said.
“Burned to the ground. I bet the records disappear too,” Gadget said.
“It’s about time this nightmare came to an end. Start rounding everyone up and tell them we’re having church.”
Ariel digested the news. Everything the Lords of Mayhem did was nothing more than a smokescreen. The Lords had used her as a means to an end. He never told me. She slowly crept back into the bathroom. She knew better than to embarrass him in front of his brothers. She turned off the fan in the bathroom and loudly placed her brush down before she strolled into the room.