Redemption (Shattered Souls MC 2)

I laugh, pulling her off her chair and onto my lap. The urge to touch her is overwhelming and I’m not sure how long I’m going to last before I drag her into the back.

“Finn, come on you slow shit,” Alex yells.

“You guys need to give him a break. I don’t think the poor guy even sleeps,” Harper says.

Alex finishes off his beer, sliding it across the table. “Oh, come on, Harper. You know that’s what prospects are for,” he says.

“Yeah I know, but if you guys would talk to him a little, he might surprise you,” she says, with a shrug.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I question.

Ivy looks at Harper with sharp eyes and it really makes me wonder what the hell is going on. “It means, he might have stories that you guys would actually enjoy. I’m just saying, maybe have a beer with him sometime. That’s all.”

Just then, Finn drops off our shots and beers. He goes to walk away and Kace grabs his arm. “Go get a beer and pull up a chair.”

Ivy and Harper smile, which should make me more curious, but Harper keeps moving on my lap and it’s making it difficult to focus on anything but my hardening dick.

Riley passes out the shots, holding his up. “Here’s to ending this bullshit war, good friends, and lots of pussy.”

We all hold up our shot glasses before tossing them back. I look around at everyone, thankful for this family that isn’t blood. Even though we still have a lot of shit to figure out, we still have each other and that’s good for right here and now.

Like so many times before, I just sit back and listen to it all. Alex and Porter teasing each other, Kace and Riley laughing as they encourage it, even Finn joins in. Harper’s sweet voice wraps around me every time she says something. Her laughter is the reason this small grin is on my face. She always has fit right in, made everyone she’s around love her. She’ll fight to the death, but she’ll cry right along with you. She’s a woman like no other and I’m fucking lucky because she’s mine.

“Z?” Kace says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What?” I ask, sipping my beer.

“Do you ever pay attention when we’re all together,” he asks, laughing.

I smile, tightening my arm around Harper’s waist. “No.”

“He'd pay attention if it was Harper talking,” Riley says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re goddamn right I would.”

“Asshole, anyway, I asked if you talked to Brooks or Enzo since you left?” Alex asks.

“No, why?”

We all take another shot, slamming our glasses down. “I was just curious. They took off shortly after you guys left. I asked where they were going, but all Brooks said was, be back.”

I sigh and try not to let it get the best of me. The lies and secrecy are fucking ridiculous at this point. Obviously, I’m not the only one who is noticing. But, in an effort to keep the peace until I know anything for sure, I say, “Probably the wives cracking the whips. You know how those two are.”

Everyone laughs but agrees. They all continue talking, but I’m focused on Harper’s ass. She isn’t even intentionally doing it, but every time she moves, her tight ass is rubbing against me. I reach my hand around, resting it on her upper thigh. She peeks back at me and I wink. Her smile widens as she turns back to the conversation. I slowly move my hand up her thigh, so grateful she has a skirt on. My other hand now rests on her other thigh. I feel her inhale deeply and it makes my cock even harder.

I keep the left hand on her thigh but continue moving my right hand up. When I reach her panties, she reaches down to grab my hand. I use my other hand to grab her wrist tightly, pulling it away. I keep my tight hold on it under the table. My fingers run along her panties and I can feel how wet she is through them. It’s fucking hot. I don’t stop there though. I’m so fucking turned on and the idea of being caught touching her just adds to it.

I slip my fingers through the side of her panties and slowly move them. Her pussy is soaked and when my fingers drag along it, she pushes down on me. She wants me to stop, but I can’t. It’s exciting, especially when I pinch her clit and she tries to hide her moan.

“You alright, Harper?” Riley asks.

I chuckle behind her, but she doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, the alcohol is getting to me.”

My fingers are as wet as she is as I rub her clit. She’s moving on me and I tighten my hold on her wrist. I bite down gently on the

spot between her neck and shoulder, as I push two fingers inside her tight pussy. Her other hand comes down and she pushes against my hand. Fuck, my girl is into it.

I’m not even paying attention to anyone or anything else. My fingers working her over, under the table, is all that matters. She turns her head toward me, biting her lip, as she slowly grinds against my fingers. I pick up my pace, fucking her with my fingers. Her hand on top of mine pushes harder and I can feel her tightening on my fingers. The need to have her come right here, with everyone around, is overwhelming. I’m clenching my teeth as I bring her closer to the edge. Her head is down a bit, her hair curtaining her face, as she lets me finish her.