Page 41 of Conan
“Is that right? Well, what if he’d given the same proposal to Luna, would you be calming down?”
He sighs, something he seems to be doing a lot of lately, and says, “Point taken, brother, but we have business to conclude and we can’t do that if neither one of you can participate. Unless you want to sit this one out?”
That turns me cold. There’s no way on God’s green earth I’m not going to be a part of taking them out. I’ve been thinking of ways to make this as painful as possible and I’m not going to miss out on putting my imagination to use.
“You wouldn’t,” I dare him.
“I would,” he counters.
“Fine,” I harrumph, twisting on my feet, pointing my finger at Hemi, and predicting, “This isn’t done. That’s a motherfucking fact. Watch your back, brother, because I’m coming for you once this is all said and done.”
“Anywhere and anytime, Conan,” Hemi answers. “I was only playing, but if you can’t take a joke, I can get real with you, brother.”
“All done,” Demi announces, unaware of the tension in the room. Then she turns to Hemi and says, “You need to stop causing trouble, mister. You know damn good and well I’m happy with my man. And if he doesn’t teach you a lesson in manners, I will.” She ends her promise by jabbing her finger in her chest.
“I’d look forward to it, Demi. Anything to get your hands on me,” Hemi replies, which has my shoulders stiffening. I’m ready and willing to teach him the lesson he so desperately needs here and now.
“Enough!” Marcum bellows. “E fucking nuff. You two need to walk away from each other and stop trying to get beneath each other’s skin. Right now!”
“Don’t worry, Marcum, I got him,” Demi states as she grabs my hand and starts pulling me out of the room.
As we pass Hemi by, I spread my fingers into a V and level it with my eyes before sending them his way. “That’s right asshole, I’m going to be keeping my eye on you. That’s a motherfucking check you can take to the bank and cash.”
Hemi grunts, jerking in Rev and Regulator’s arms as he tries to break free from the hold they have on him. He may think he shouldn’t be scared of me, but I’m a loose cannon and it doesn’t take much to light my fire.
“Calm down, Xavier. He was trying to rile you up,” Demi says as we walk out of the clubhouse.
“He succeeded. He’s my brother, Demi, and what he just did could fracture the club. We keep a balance of respect, loyalty, and trust between us. It’s what keeps the brotherhood strong.”
“You’ve gotta stop taking shit so seriously, Xavier. I swear he was just messing with you. He knows he doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell getting me. I belong to you, and only you. You’re my man, right?”
“Damn right, I am,” I acknowledge. “And it’s going to stay that way.”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
DEMI
We didn’t makeit all the way through the frame of the doorway before Xavier ripped my jeans down my legs, turned me to where I was facing the wall, unzipped his jeans and was buried inside of me. We were both amped up on adrenaline and as it pumped its way through our system, we needed the dopamine from our sexcapades to bring us down from that high.
As he tunneled his way in and out of me, I was in a state of bliss. I’d push back when he’d pummel forward, meeting him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t a long affair, both of us were already wound up before we connected.
Now, we’re laying in his old bed at Luna’s, after another bout of lovemaking, panting and sweating as we catch our breath.
“Damn, I needed that,” Xavier whispers into the crown of my head. “Those were the longest six days of my life.”
“Is that due to being away from me, or because you were bored out of your mind?” I pose the question.
I have a feeling it’s a mix of them both, but I’ve also come to realize he has two different identities and personalities.
One is utterly devoted to those in his familial fold, that’s the quieter, family oriented man that stole my heart.
The other one is the vice president of the Deviant Knights, he’s got a harder exterior and is gruffer on the inside, he’s the owner of my soul.
In a nutshell, both of his personas are the gatekeepers of my spiritual essence. He’s the ultimate guardian in one muscular wrapped package. He sighs as he runs his fingers up and down my spine, thinking over his response.
When he decides what he wants to say, he admits, “Nothing against my brothers, but their company doesn’t hold a candle to yours. I was more restless than normal, even with being on a mission. All I could think about was getting them back here, doling out our brand of justice, and swathing you in my arms.”
