I clenched my fists. I didn’t feel like celebrating. My lust for revenge was as strong as the day Isaac had died, and I wanted nothing more than to come face to face with the man who murdered him.
“I’ll go,” I said. My eyes remained firm on my clenched fists in front of me.
“You’ve got an old lady in lockdown,” Bull said.
“She has the entire MC protecting her and a security detail that won’t leave her side,” I replied. And it was true. There would be no way in hell I’d leave if I didn’t think she would be safe while I was gone. This development sounded genuine. Bull had said it himself, the scumbag knew things only the killer would know. I didn’t want to fuck around. I wanted to make sure that our MC justice was delivered hard, fast, and lethally.
“Let him go, I’ll make sure Indy is safe,” Elias said. He turned to me and gave me a nod. “You go and do what you gotta do. Take care of business for Isaac.”
I returned the nod. That was settled. I would leave for Kansas in the morning.
I wanted to unleash some family justice on the man responsible for Isaac’s death.
And tomorrow I planned to do just that.
INDY
I was still in the bathtub when Cade arrived home. I heard the rumble of his motorcycle, heard him talking to one of the guys from the security detail he had tailing me, then heard the pounding of his boots as he climbed the staircase to the second floor.
When he found me in the bathroom, he took one look at me in the bathtub and his eyebrow went up, a lascivious look heating his face as his eyes focused in on my naked, wet breasts. I watched with sudden arousal as he removed his cut and lifted the hem of his t-shirt, revealing a body that was pure man. He kicked off his boots and I watched, spellbound by the ripple and curve of his abdominal muscles as they flexed and deepened with every move he made.
“Does this mean you’re joining me?” I asked, the muscles between my thighs clenching at the site of him undoing his belt buckle and pulling off his jeans.
He threw me a heated look. “In a big way, baby.” He removed his boxer briefs, his semi-erect cock coming into view. Even at half-mast, it was impressive. And I watched with hungry eyes as it moved and dipped as he walked toward me.
Again, the muscles between my thighs throbbed and pulsed with a need to feel that delicious cock nestled deep inside.
Climbing in, he slopped water over the sides as he eased his big body into the soapy water. Using his phenomenal strength, he pulled me over to him until I was straddling his hips and my very ready pussy was pressed up against the hard ridge of his now fully erect cock. Without words, I took him in my hands, and spurred on by the moan that fell from his wet lips, guided him into me, moaning with the delectable feeling of being filled with so much man.
Our bath was luxuriously large, which was just as well, because my man was huge, and even with so much space, I still only had just enough room to fit my knees comfortably on either side of him as I rode him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said roughly, running his wet hands over my breasts. He was breathing hard and his brows were drawn in with pleasure as I slowly moved my hips over his, my pussy stroking and clenching around his cock.
I was driven on by the fierce masculinity of him and the idea that he had planted his baby inside me. I trailed my fingers down his powerful chest and over the bumps and grooves of his abdominals, making him flinch and clench beneath my touch. He smiled and it was devastating. White teeth. Dimples. I bent my head down and kissed him, drinking in his beautiful smile, my tongue plunging deep into his mouth, shamelessly desperate and needy to possess all of him. Slowly, I rocked against him, and my orgasm began to unfurl deep within my belly, and I moaned against his lips, pulling away to straighten. Using his shoulders for balance, I rode him faster, his gloriously hard cock hitting all the delicious nerves and building the hunger in me. My head fell back as my climax overpowered me and I cried out, my moans echoing around the bathroom as I pulsed and came all over Cade’s cock.
I stilled, my body quaking above him as the last lingering sensations of my orgasm slowly eddied away.
“Damn, baby, you look amazing when you come,” Cade rasped. I felt his pulse throb inside of me, and when my sensitivity eased and I could move against him without jolting and flinching, I slowly started to ride him again. I’d taken my orgasm, now I was going to watch him as I gave him his. I licked my lips and he watched my tongue slide across my mouth, his breathing coming quicker as I rolled my hips slowly over his, my pussy caressing him, my inner muscles clenching and releasing, stroking him, driving him toward the madness of coming. His big hands found my hips and took command of my thrusts. He groaned, his brows drawn in, his breath coming in pants as he continued to grind me back and forth over him. Powerful waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending me toppling over the edge again, and my second orgasm crashed into the crescendo of his first. We both cried out, our bodies working furiously together until the tension in us burst into flame and we came in unison.