CHAPTER NINE

– VELOZ –

Her legs shift and the tip of my cock is sucked into her pussy. I grit my teeth to prevent slamming myself home. It takes everything inside me to fight the instinct to claim her. The hot swirl of tangled feelings is a first for me, as is this moment for her. I’m no virgin, don’t get me wrong, but sex and making love I now realize mean two very different things.

It feels different in every aspect as I sink my cock another inch inside Lea. Our gaze is locked, her cheeks are flushed, hair and skin wet from the shower. She’s never looked as gorgeous as she does at this moment. The scars on her face and neck are a vivid presence. They are a part of her and yet all I see is her beauty within shining so bright it warms me from the inside out.

Her lips part, a small gasp falls from her when I gain another inch. Every single thing around me is heightened. I’m fully aware of my woman’s body underneath me, the same air we breathe, our shared lust, and the desire laced with adoration that has both of us itching for more.

My control is shattered when her fingernails dig into my shoulders. I surge forward and claim unclaimed territory that now belongs to me. My cock broke her hymen so it’s mine. The feel of being buried to the hilt, along with the loaded knowledge I’m her first makes me throw my head back and close my eyes for a heartbeat or two.

I’m completely lost in the moment, and when I slowly face her again, I know she needed the same time to breathe through the discomfort of my cock filling her up completely.

Brushing my lips against hers, I murmur, “All good?”

“Better if you start to move. You feel ten times bigger inside me than you do in my hand,” she grits.

The corner of my mouth twitches. “I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment, so I’ll stick with the ten times bigger inside my head.”

She snorts and mutters, “Weirdo.”

I slowly pull out and slide right back in, allowing a sexy gasp to tumble from her lips. I repeat the action and start to pick up my speed, keeping an eye on her facial expressions. Every piece of information I store into my brain to get to know what she likes and what feels good. Fuck. Everything feels good for me as long as I’m deep inside her.

Double fuck. I suddenly realize something crucial and stop moving. “I didn’t wrap up. I’m clean, but–”

“Me too, and I’m on the pill. I like kids, but not something I want to think about now,” she shyly states.

I kiss her again, unable to stop myself from tasting her and pull back when I tell her, “I want everything when it comes to you, but all in good time. For now, we’re gonna focus on us.”

She shifts her hips, sucking my cock deeper into her tight pussy. “Sounds good, now move.”

“Greedy,” I grunt and take her hips in hand. “I like it.”

Her grin feels like a jolt to the heart. This fucking woman. She’s gone through hell and came out on the other side with her kind soul still intact. I’m going to do everything within my power to keep her safe and give her all the pleasure and happiness she deserves.

I slide one of my hands toward her pussy and press down on her clit to give the bundle of nerves some friction. It’s just what she needs as she starts to clamp down on my cock in rapid waves. Her eyes fall shut and she moans my name in a silent plea.

There’s nothing more perfect than watching my old lady come undone. Her sounds, the feel of her sweet pussy strangling my cock as bliss overtakes her face. Perfection. I grant her a few more seconds before I let myself go and chase my own pleasure.

I know it’s pending yet it still catches me off guard when my balls draw up and my cock starts to spew cum right into her. This is the first time I’ve unloaded bare inside someone. Not just someone; my woman. She deserves the honor, and it’s an experience that’s jumped to the number one spot, obliterating any other sexual experience.

I groan out her name and drop my head into the crook of her neck. My hips keep pumping, as if my body is draining my balls to make sure my woman’s womb is filled to the brim. Motherfucker. I’m still buried inside her and yet I want to have her again and again. Talk about a new addiction.

It definitely makes me wonder if the second time I take her will be just as blissful as what we just did. Damn. Even if it was half as good it would still be fuckin’ great. To think I get to have her again and again keeps my cock from going soft. Regretfully, I pull out of her and take her with me as I roll to the side.

“Oh, yuck,” she whispers. “Talk about unleashed dumping ground.”

Laughter rumbles through me and she giggles right along with me. She sighs and cuddles closer. I’ve never been one to cuddle, but having this woman in my arms is soothing the both of us. Everything with her is a new experience.

Needless to say, I’ve never claimed an old lady. I never had a relationship or so much as committed to another woman. Growing up my life revolved around my job. The shit that happened, causing my career to go overboard, almost threw me over the edge. If it wasn’t for the brothers of Blennies Hitch MC, I would have.

The twist of Broken Deeds blackmailing us into helping them, cutting me out, and then taking on my case was something I didn’t see coming. Let alone have the woman who cleared my past blowing my future wide open with possibilities I hadn’t dreamed about until she came along.

I brush my lips against the top of her head. “My cum leaking out of your sweet pussy will keep flowing because I’ll make sure to keep you filled to the brim.”

She pushes herself up to stare down at me and blurts, “I should pee.”

The corner of my mouth twitches at the way this woman sometimes blurts out her thoughts without thinking. “Come again?”

“Yeah, if you keep doing that I definitely need to pee.” She pats my chest and jumps out of bed, and as she stalks in the direction of the bathroom in all her naked glory, she adds, “Peeing after sex will flush out bacteria. You know, to prevent a urinary infection.”

That’s what I get for having an old lady who’s also a doctor. “Go pee woman and come back here when you’re done. It’s late and we’ll need all the sleep we can get before morning comes knocking way too damn soon.”

She doesn’t reply and closes the door behind her. I throw my arm over my eyes and wait for her to return. I’m already dozing off when I feel the bed shift. The warmth of her body against mine allows me to fully relax. Half asleep I pull her closer and fall asleep with my old lady in my arms.

Someone calling my name rips me from my sleep.

I groan and blink a few times to see Sully standing next to the bed. “Dude, what are you, dead to the world or something? I’ve knocked on the damn door three times and stood here calling your name for like two minutes.” His gaze slightly shifts. “I’m thinking you two wore one another out?”

Following his gaze I now notice Lea’s bare shoulders and not like his eyes on her skin one fucking bit. “Get your fucking eyes off my old lady and get the hell out of our bedroom.”

Lea mutters something under her breath and turns, taking the blankets with her to pull them over her head. My brain takes a heartbeat or two to catch up and I realize she said, “Shut up and let me sleep.”

Sully chuckles and walks to the door when I get up. I reach for a pair of sweatpants and pull them on to follow the fucker out and close the bedroom door behind me.

“Why were you knocking and waking me up?” I demand when we’re both standing in the hallway.

“Prez was at the door, asking for you. Your phone goes straight to voicemail. I told him I’d wake you. He’s waiting in church. I made coffee, want some?” He leans against the wall and asks, “Is this about the case we’re working on?”

Annoyed I snap, “How the fuck should I know? I’m standing right here and have to drag my ass to church first to know what this is about.”

He shoves away from the wall and holds his hands palms up. “Dude, I was only asking. Here I thought you’d wake up a little less grumpy, you know ’cause Leontine’s your old lady and all.”

“I am fucking happy,” I growl and realize that didn’t come out that way. “Sorry. I could use some caffeine for sure. The cases we’re working on are frustrating the shit out of me and the lack of sleep doesn’t make it better.”

“I hear ya,” Sully rumbles and wanders in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh, and Sully?” I wait till he’s facing me. “Quit calling me dude. And don’t enter our bedroom again, just knock louder or scream from the hallway. ’Cause Lea is my old lady and I don’t tolerate any other man in our bedroom. Even if it’s one that’s considered her brother or mine. Understood?”

Sully grins. “Understood.” He turns and I swear I hear the fucker add in a whisper, “Dude.”

I flip him off just for the hell of it, knowing he can’t see it. Asshole. Stepping back into the bedroom I quickly handle my business in the bathroom and get dressed. Letting Lea sleep in, I make a stop in the kitchen to grab the mug of coffee from Sully.

“Thanks,” I tell him. “Are you staying home?”

He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m gonna throw some logs around and then I’m gonna take a shower before I go looking for Pax. We agreed to go over the victim’s autopsy report to see if we missed something. Hey, did you find anything at the warehouse? New leads? How did Leontine handle it? Fucked-up to bring her back there.” He releases a deep sigh. “I still can’t believe that fucking Peter took her and…fuck.” His voice is filled with emotion when he lets his gaze hit mine. “My birth parents were at one another’s throats all the time and treated me like shit. Chopper and Ivy welcomed me into their home, Asher and Leontine as well and they never judged me. They are my true family who gave my life meaning and purpose. She might not share my blood but I consider her my sister in all ways. She shouldn’t have been tainted ’cause she’s pure. It shows the way she survived and is still a kind soul.”

He steps closer and suddenly I’m staring at cold, dead eyes when he states in a threatening voice, “Treat her well or I will end you.”

I take a step into his personal space, even if he was breaching mine. “My old lady will only be treated with respect unless she has a kink I don’t know about yet. So, if she wants me to smack her ass and pull her hair, I damn well will.”

Sully stumbles back. “Dude. That’s my sister you’re talking about. Don’t ever say that shit again.” He shakes his head and shivers. “Not cool, asshole.”

I bark out a laugh and hold up my mug. “Thanks for the coffee, and the overprotective brother talk. Now, let my old lady get some extra sleep. I’ll be back when I’m done with my meeting.”

Sully turns his back to me and waves one hand in the air as he reaches for the coffee pot with the other. I snatch my phone and keys from the living room table and I head for the clubhouse. Archer is sitting in church when I step inside and is staring at some papers in front of him. I notice a phone charger on the cabinet in the corner and connect my phone.

“The damn thing was empty,” I grumble.

Archer points at the door. “Close that so we can get started.”

I do as he says and take a seat beside him.

He shoves the papers he was staring at back into a file and surprises the fuck out of me when he states, “I have Pax locked up in a holding cell.”

“How the hell did you manage that? When? Where did you find him? Is he talking?” I fire off the first questions that pop into my mind.

Archer holds up his hand. “Let me finish and I’ll tell you. Okay, so, you know his tracker was cut out of him, right?”

“Yeah, we all saw it in the dirt,” I affirm.

He nods. “Bee reached out to Spence and get this…his tracker wasn’t functioning correctly. Dion, Spence’s VP and a doctor, checked it before he went undercover. You know, to make sure they would be able to locate him in case things went to shit. Anyway, the NJ chapter gave him a new tracker in a different place.”

“Damn,” I muse. “Which basically means Pax wasn’t the one who cut out the tracker. I mean, he would be aware we’d find out that wasn’t the correct one, right? Unless he didn’t know the NJ chapter gave him another tracker.”

“Pax knew he had a new tracker, and I’m fairly sure Pax isn’t the one we’re looking for.” Archer places his forearms on the table and leans in. “It might just be someone who received Leontine’s pictures from Peter and found out who she is and where she lived. Then kept an eye on her and followed her around town.”

“Makes sense. He could also be fucking with us.” I rub the back of my neck. “He knew about the extra tracker, knew you’d do a background check so it would make sense that you’d contact Spence and get the intel from him.”

“Yeah, but why knock himself out with ketamine? There’s a puncture wound in the back of his neck. He’s still knocked out by the way.”

I gape at Archer. “No shit?”

“No shit.” He leans back in his chair. “We still have jack shit. I don’t think we have a backstabbing member. Pax has always been a solid part of Broken Deeds MC for years. The pieces of evidence point us in the direction of someone else. Who? I don’t fucking know, but it sure looks like that person has eyes on us.”

“Maybe it’s better to make more brothers aware of the issue at hand,” I wonder out loud. “Look how close this fucker has managed to get. He killed Presley. Even if we were going to bring him down this fucker managed to…hell, I don’t know, maybe Presley was aware of us hunting his ass down.”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying. This fucker might have taken Presley out if he saw him as a threat, coming near the clubhouse,” Archer agrees.

“We need to up the security,” I grit.

There’s a knock on the door and Archer raises his voice when he states, “Enter.”

Wyatt steps inside and closes the door behind him. “You rang?”

Archer turns toward me. “I texted Wyatt before you came here. I share your thoughts about bringing in some more brothers, though I still would like to keep our circle small. I have Asher babysitting Pax. He knows what we know and is keeping an eye on Pax and will let us know the second he wakes up.”

“Pax? What happened?” Wyatt wonders and takes a seat across from me.

Archer quickly brings him up to speed. We’re all silent for a few moments, that is until Archer’s phone indicates he has a message.

“He just woke up.” Archer shoves his chair back.

I’m already on my feet when I tell him, “Let’s have a chat and see what he has to say for himself.”

The three of us head out back to where the holding cells are. Asher is standing in front of a large window. It’s a one-side mirror so you can see what’s going on inside the holding cell. Pax is sitting on a chair, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, and he’s looking disorientated.

“Has he said anything?” Archer asks.

Asher slowly shakes his head, keeping his eyes straight forward. “Nope. He just woke up and it looks like he’s still processing where he is.”

“Then let’s see what he has to say when my fist hits his eye,” I growl.

I’m about to open the door when Wyatt grips my shoulder. “Hey now, you can’t hit another brother. I know it looks bad, but we still don’t know if he’s doing any of it or if he’s involved.”

“We haven’t cleared him either. Let me in and if he’s being set up or his ass landed in a time and place that put the spotlight on him? We’ll just throw it on me being new, okay?” I shrug his hand off my shoulder and stalk into the room.

Pax’s eyes hit mine and there’s relief shining in his clouded eyes.

Relief doesn’t last long when I grab him by the throat and snarl, “Did you enjoy seeing those bloody pictures of my old lady? Did it get your rocks off to recreate them on some innocent woman?”

His eyes go wide and I can tell he doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about, but I punch him in the face anyway. Just to make sure.