We got onto our bikes and rolled out.
Tyson was dead. One of the Snakes was dead. The bastards had ambushed us at a meeting.
For no good reason, too. As far as I could tell, we had no beef with the fucking Snakes. But maybe they really were finally making moves down on us.
The bastards had probably killed Caralee’s friend, too.
My mind suddenly froze, fixated. Caralee was in danger, serious fucking danger if those bastards had the balls to come at us with only three guys in the middle of the day like that.
I threw a sign to Clutch and split off from the main group, speeding back toward Caralee. They could tell Larkin what had happened.
I needed to check on her, needed to make sure she was okay.
Heart racing, I tore up the day, speeding home.
Chapter Seventeen: Caralee
I leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
My coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but I was still forcing myself to sip it. The same awful reality TV show about this rich family was playing, and although I didn’t want to keep watching it, I genuinely had nothing else to do. I was trapped in Ford’s cabin while some pledges sat outside to protect me.
Although I didn’t really feel too protected. The image of my apartment torn into pieces from the day before kept coming back to me, not to mention the nightmare from the night before where I’d watched Rod get shot over and over and over.
I figured I’d have that nightmare for a while.
I stood up and stretched and then walked over to the front door. I pulled it open and looked outside.
The two pledges were sitting on Ford’s rocking chairs, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee.
“You guys need anything?” I asked.
“Nah,” the kid named Ryan said. “I’m good.”
“Mind if I have more coffee?” Slip asked.
I smiled and took his mug. “Sure. You guys sure you don’t want to come inside?”
“Sorry,” Slip said. “We got orders to sit outside. For your safety.”
“Okay. Whatever.”
I went back inside and poured Slip some coffee. The two guys were pretty young, maybe a year or two younger than me. Slip was tall, broad, and was always smiling. Ryan, meanwhile, was a little more morose, a little more serious. I liked them, although they weren’t really talkative.
I had the feeling they were under orders not to interact with me too much.
“Here you go,” I said to Slip as I held his mug out the door.
He took it from me. “Thank you kindly.”
“How long are you guys going to be out here?” I asked.
“Until Ford gets back or we’re told to leave,” Ryan said.
“Well thanks, I guess.”
Ryan shrugged. “Don’t thank us. We just do what we’re told.”
I laughed. “How did two nice boys like you get involved with the Demons MC, by the way?”
“Who says we’re nice boys?” Slip said, grinning.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You guys don’t seem like bikers.”
Ryan stared at me. “We are.”
“Oh. Well, okay,” I said.
Slip smiled but didn’t say anything else. I nodded awkwardly and then disappeared back inside, collapsing onto the couch with a huff.
That was as much as I’d gotten out of them all morning. Ford had disappeared, waking me up at the crack of dawn, and the two guys had shown up pretty soon afterward. Not that I minded having some protection, but I just wished they’d be a little friendlier.
Then again, it wasn’t so bad. If the worst thing I had to say about my time at Ford’s place was that I was bored, well, that wasn’t awful. I’d rather be bored and safe than in harm’s way.
As I sat there, I couldn’t help but think about Ford. I was staying in his bed after all. I kept coming back to that moment when he got changed right in front of me, the way he just smiled as he took his pants off, completely unashamed.
Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. The man was absolutely ripped. His body was incredible, and his tattoos only made him seem that much harder. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock.
I felt the familiar thrill run through me as I thought about him. My pussy was soaking wet, and I bit my lip, looking around.
I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand down my panties and began to softly rub myself. The guys outside wouldn’t come in even if I begged them to.
And the thought of Ford fucking me rough up against the couch was too much. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I needed his thick cock deep between my legs. I wanted to feel him grab my hips and push himself deep inside me. I wanted to gasp as his warm breath touched my neck, his rough hands on my clit.