Twitch gives me a salute.
“I need everyone to be vigilant. On a different note, everything is ready for the marijuana deliveries, but I’ll be staying with Rage and Twitch, just in case Beau tries anything. Viper will be in charge.” Viper’s smug smile shows he will love that. “The Kings of Chaos MC will meet you by the road, at the end of our property, when a time has been confirmed.”
Bomber leans closer. “Did you get a sense that something was different last time we went to their clubhouse?”
I think back to that day. My mind was on Ava. “I didn’t notice anything. Why? Did you?”
Viper chimes in. “They were quieter than normal.”
Bomber and Viper have the strongest instincts and intuition I have seen, and that is why they have the positions they do.
“The Kings of Chaos president couldn’t even make eye contact when you were talking,” Bomber says.
“I’m calling tomorrow off,” I bark.
The room is silent. Everyone’s staring at us.
Viper’s hand goes to my shoulder. “We’ve got this, Pres. Delivery is due. We can’t afford to piss anyone off. We’ll get it done with no issues. You have our word.”
My stomach twists knowing he’s right and that I can’t watch their back makes me anxious. “If anyone gets even the hint of suspicion about anything related to the Kings of Chaos, inform Viper immediately.”
As we walk out of church, I move straight to the bar, open the fridge, and take a cold beer out. I twist the lid off and gulp down the refreshing liquid. It relieves none of the tension in my body. Ava stands by the dishwasher. When I make eye contact with her, she frowns at me.
She closes the dishwasher door and walks over to me. She takes the beer from my hand, and turns, putting it on the bar, then stands on her toes, draping her hands around the back of my neck. The hint of a smile crosses my lips, my arms going around her. Everything seems better when I’m holding her.
“Beau’s gone missing. I’ve got a private investigator looking into him. We’ll find him,” I reassure her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, then sighs. “I’m sorry,again.Beau is a nightmare that won’t go away.”
He sure is, but I pull her tighter.
“Never apologize for him. Do you know where he could be?”
“I wouldn’t know. He never spent time with his family, and the only friends he spoke about were his colleagues, but he never saw them after he got fired. He mostly stayed at home.”
In her eyes, I can see that she’s scared. “I’ll be here for you, to protect you, so try not to worry.”
“I know... and I’d be happy to never hear his name again.” She peers off before looking at me again with a seductive grin, and all my problems vanish.
The only thing left is her. She pulls away but puts her delicate hand in mine, lacing our fingers and stepping forward. Tugging on my hand, she gestures for me to follow her. Over her shoulder, she gives me a suggestive eyebrow raise, and that’s all it takes to get my dick hard.
We hurry through the clubhouse and up the stairs. I stop until she turns around and looks at me, then I pick her up. She shrieks, her legs wrapping around my waist.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
I laugh at her ridiculous comment. When I get toourbedroom door, I open it, step inside, then kick it shut with my foot. I move to the bed and gently pull her arms from my neck and push her onto the bed. She bounces slightly on the mattress.
“You’re my fantasy.” I lean down over her, with one hand supporting my weight, while the other cups her tit through her bra. I enjoy her little gasp.
“These are the best tits I’ve seen in my life, and this...” My hands move to her side and travel down her body to her thigh. “Perfect curves, round ass, and creamy skin. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Heat flares in her eyes. “Kiss me.” Her voice is a breathy plea.
My mouth collides with hers. She tastes sweet, but her tongue is desperate and wild, which increases the ache deep in my groin. There’s a tug on my belt, but I pause and inch back, in case she changes her mind.
“Reaper,” she pleads, “get your pants off. Now!”
The sassy comment is the approval I needed, so I lever myself off her body and make work of my jeans as she undoes hers. After I kick them off my feet, I slide my arms out of my cut, placing it on the ground, followed by my shirt. I watch on, enthralled, when she takes her bra off and throws it to the side. She then spreads her legs wide, welcoming me.
