Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)
Page 13
May
I toss the burner phone on Andi’s bed as her lashes flutter. She’s on the verge of passing out. I stayed longer than I meant to, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the warmth of her bed. The sweet liquid velvet between her thighs. Coulda laid here the rest of the night inside her but got shit to do.
“Keep this on you at all times. From here on out we only communicate on this phone. Don’t let that asshole know about it.”
“Kay,” she whispers all raspy and sexy.
I tug on the sheet, and she quickly yanks it back up to cover her stomach. Shit pisses me off. I don’t know who made her insecure about a few stretchmarks on her stomach but its bullshit. Real men don’t care about that shit. What I care about is she knows how to suck my dick the way I like. But more than that she’s got a good heart when she doesn’t let superficial stupidity get in her way. I pull the sheet and blanket both off the bed and flip on the light as she rolls into a ball trying to hide from me.
“What are you doing,” she whines while trying to shield her body with one hand and her eyes with the other.
I put a knee to the bed. “Look at me. I grab her by both wrists, pinning them over her head. “You’re going to cut this shit out right now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She draws a knee up in an attempt to kick me off.
“Bullshit. I get you got a little weight on you but clue the fuck in. It’s your bed I’m sneaking into in the middle of the night. Your pussy wrapping around my cock. Your lips I want to taste night and day. You think I give a fuck about a little pooch of your tummy or some stretch marks on your thighs and hips. Nah, babe. Give a shit that your cunt is the sweetest I’ve ever had. I give a shit that I gotta send you into the arms of a stupid motherfucker I want to kill but can’t make a move on till I’ve got something on him.”
Tears well up in the creases of her eyes.
“Why you crying?”
“Because I’m tired and that’s one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me even if the delivery was a bit assholish.”
“Gimme’ that mouth, woman. I gotta ride out.” I release her wrists and stroke a knuckle a long her jaw.
She leans up, resting her weight on her elbows and waits for me to take what I want from her. Fuck me, I don’t want to leave. I’m the Sergeant at Arms of my club. A lot of shit falls on my shoulders. It’s my job to make sure my brothers stay in line and follow our bylaws.
After the shit that went down with Rio making an attempt on our Prez’s life. In the end Prez put him down, but I dropped the ball with that motherfucker. I won’t make that mistake again. Justice Masters is a threat to our club I just gotta prove it. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my club and the life we’ve built. If that means dangling Andrea in front of him then it’s a risk I’ve gotta take. She’ll never be in danger I’ll protect her every step of the way. Would have rather used a club girl for the job but least with her I know she’s honest and I can trust her. Other bitches will flip quick for a dollar.
Andrea may want a good life with a good man, but she’s loyal to Wylla Mae. Know she’d never do a damn thing to hurt her best friend or her family which happens to be the club. She’s always got her back. Now I have to trust that she’ll have mine too. East is the only other brother who knows shit all about Andrea being my snitch besides Prez and East. I can’t tell Holy. Hound. No one.
I lean in for that kiss. Her tongue dances with mine and it about kills me to end it.
“Don’t forget. Use that phone. Keep it on. Be discreet.”
“What am I supposed to be watching out for?”
“I want to know his schedule. If he mentions work, I want to know what case. Don’t do anything to make him suspicious. Don’t go snooping around and poking into his shit too deep. Need him to trust you.”
“How long do you expect me to do this?”
“Long as it takes.”
“Am I supposed to do whatever it takes and fuck him too?”
“Tell that prick you’re saving yourself for marriage because you got all the dick you need right here.”
She flops back on the bed, “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this shit.”
“Tell you what. Next time you have a date tell him you’ll meet him there and before you go, you’ll come suck my dick or I’ll come over. So when he kisses you he’s getting a mouthful of my cock.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Only way he kisses you is if I’ve came in your mouth.”
“No.”
“I don’t like it, but in the long run this one thing protects people we both care about. If this fucker does some shit to fuck with East what happens to Wylla and Mila and her unborn child.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t use my best friend against me.”
“Look at it this way. You’ve got the best of both worlds. A man to wine and dine you and one who can fuck you whenever you want.”
“What if I decide I like him more than you?”
“Not gonna happen.”
“You seem awfully sure of yourself.”
“Fuckin’ A. That’s the least of my worries.”