He sighed and rubbed a huge hand over my back. I melted a little bit under the tender onslaught. Somehow, Hunter always managed to warm me up from the inside.
“Hunter . . . I didn’t take it yet. But this is ridiculous. We barely know each other.”
“Don’t we?” he asked intently. “I know you. You are hardworking, loving, responsible, difficult at times, stubborn, and so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at you.”
Oh. My. God.
“And you know me.”
“I do?”
“You know that I am loyal, hardworking, and already more than halfway in love with you,” he said with a tender smile, cupping my cheek. “Much, much more.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. But when he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, I didn’t protest. I didn’t notice until later that the paper bag holding my morning after pills had fallen to the floor.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Cain
Another body. Another fucking body. The Raisers were out of control and I was fucking tired of it.
One of our guys, dead. Again. For no good goddamned reason. It brought back all the fear and frustration we’d been through just the year before. It brought back my anger.
It wasn’t like last time, though. This was different. We weren’t dealing with a cold-blooded killer. It was just sloppiness. Without a leader, the club was wreaking havoc on the surrounding towns, including those in my purview.
I wasn’t just responsible for my wife and kids. I wasn’t just responsible for my clients at the agency. I wasn’t even just responsible for my club. I was responsible for everything that spilled out from the Hell Raisers, too.
Shane might have been the one to kill the old club Prez, but I’d had a hand in everything that came afterward. I was guilty, just like the rest of them. And the bloodstains didn’t stop with Mason, Shane, Connor, or me. Hunter, Vice, Trace, and Preacher had all been dragged into the mess with the rest of us.
That was on me, too.
We’d ultimately done the right thing, even though it wasn’t strictly legal. But I’d never had an issue with bending the law to protect the people I loved. I was just trying to keep my guys from actually breaking it without a damned good reason.
The days of outlaw bikers were gone. Surveillance and technology had made it harder and harder to get away with fuck all. And I wanted more out of life for my guys.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t stomp a motherfucker who deserved it. And anyone who fucked with my club definitely deserved it.
I needed someone to take over the damned club, or I’d have to absorb it into the Untouchables once and for all.
Doc might seem like the obvious choice on the surface, but he wasn’t interested in responsibility. And Hunter was the one with real leadership qualities.
Mason already had his hands full. But since both clubs frequented the Mason Jar, he was seeing an uptick in violence too. We had to do something. I just didn’t have a fucking clue what.
“Sweetie?”
I turned to see my gorgeous wife standing in the doorway with a worried look. I glanced down at my hands and realized I was dangerously close to strangling a stuffed animal. I cleared my throat and put it back on the shelf with the rest of the toys. The kids were getting ready for bed already. The baby was down for the night. That meant I had time to be alone with my woman.
At long fucking last. Every damned day felt like an eternity until I could be alone with her again.
“You all right, Cain?”
“I will be,” I growled as I took her lips in a long, lingering kiss. She sighed and melted against me.
“Let me get everybody settled,” she whispered.
“I’ll do it. You go put on something that will be fun to tear off.”
She giggled and nodded, skipping away playfully when I reached out to swat her bottom. I watched as it jiggled. My wife’s body was hours of fun. I was a very fucking lucky man, indeed.
It took about ten minutes to make sure teeth were brushed, pajamas were on, and lights were out.
My dick got hard the second I opened the door to the master bedroom and saw the bounty that awaited me. Kelly was spread out on the bed, all glowing skin, juicy curves, and pink lace which was barely covering her gorgeous tits and the mound of her sex. She wore high-heeled Mary Jane shoes in black patent leather. These were not shoes for going out. They were so high they would be nearly impossible to walk in.
These particular shoes were definitely for staying in.
“Hands and knees. Come to the edge of the bed.”
She did as I asked, moving quickly and efficiently. When I pulled my dick out and held it for her, she pulled me into her hot, wet mouth instantly, smooth as silk. I reached out to rumple her beautiful brown hair, then reached down to smack her ass. My hands slid back up her body to gently hold her head as I started to thrust carefully into her mouth. Lots of women didn’t like that. But my wife loved a good face fuck. And I was more than happy to oblige her.