Chapter 13

13

GENESIS

S ipping my beer, I tap the coaster against the table, feeling strangely wired. My mind keeps running back to Amity—the flush of her skin, the taste of her pussy, the sound of her cries as she came all over my tongue.

Part of me had hoped that one taste would be enough to get her out of my system. But deep down, I always knew that was all it would take to become addicted.

"Do I even have to ask what's got your panties in a twist?" Blade huffs as he sits down next to me.

I scowl at him, then take another swig of my beer without answering.

"Why don't you just go see her?"

"You told me not to get involved."

"That's bullshit, and you know it."

"So you don't think she's a spy anymore?"

"Who's a spy?" Sunshine asks as she drops down into the seat beside Blade, and King takes the chair next to her.

"Nobody," Blade answers, as I nod in greeting.

"Right, and I'm a virgin."

I'm finishing the last of my beer when it goes down the wrong way, and I start coughing. I shoot her a mock glare, but she just smiles.

"So, the spy? I'm guessing from the look on your face that this spy has boobs?"

"She's not a spy," I say with a sigh. "Her name's Amity, and she's here with the movie crew that's filming."

"I met her the other night. Wait, she's an actress? How come you thought she was a spy? I swear, I leave for a few days, and I miss everything," she grumbles.

I stand up, but Sunshine shakes her head.

"Ignore them and tell me the rest. I might be able to help. Trust me, you're better off not listening to these idiots."

"I resent that," Blade says as I reluctantly sit back down.

"Oh, please. We both know your idea of dating is blackmail and coercion. If I hadn't already been with Inigo and Conan when we met, you would have just tossed me over your shoulder and carried me away."

Blade looks confused, like he doesn't see what the problem is. King laughs and takes a sip of his beer.

"I rest my case." Sunshine sighs before turning back to me. "So you got drunk. That's an everyday occurrence around here. Usually if it involves a woman and the guys face looks like yours does right now, I'd say she either kicked you out and made you do the walk of shame—which shook up all your alpha tendencies—or you ended up married in Vegas, and now you don't know if you want to keep her or kill her."

We all stare at her until she flushes.

"Okay, so I found a new author. I started with one book and accidentally read eleven more over the last two weeks."

"You don't like watching when the brothers fuck the club girls where you can see, but your books are just as bad."

"If I wanted to watch porn, I'd do it at home."

"Instead, you read it like a lady, right?" King smiles at her.

"Exactly. Okay, I got sidetracked there. Carry on with your story, G."

"I got drunk. Amity dropped me back here."

"That part I know. She's lovely by the way. Shit sorry, carry on."

"So you know the part where there were guns and fingers pointed at her before she hurried herself out of here?"

"She mentioned Hicks pulling a gun on her. Wait, I think Mac and Toot did too, right?"

"They were just doing their jobs," Blade defends.

"I'm guessing you don't know about what happened next?"

She turns her stare to Blade, who groans and gives her the full story before turning back to me.

"That's why Hicks isn't around anymore? Fucking hell." She grumbles before leaning forward. "None of that was your fault, G, minus the getting drunk part."

"I know that. So does she, but I'm a package deal. And you know yourself that loving a Raven comes with its challenges."

"Sounds to me like she's strong enough to handle it."

"That's just it. Being able to handle it and wanting to handle it are not the same. She's into me, that much I know, but she wasn't playing coy when she said it would be better if we just let things lie as they are."

"Except the G I know doesn't give up when he wants something."

"Which would explain how I ended up fucking her the next time I saw her."

"For fuck's sake." Blade groans.

"You wanted me to do a deep dive on her. What did you think we were doing in her RV?"

"Not that kind of deep dive."

I roll my eyes. "You said I wasn't allowed to go after her until I found something, but I couldn't find shit. Nothing that raises a red flag anyway. And if that was the only chance I was gonna get with her, I wasn't going to pass it up."

"I gave you an order."

"I fucked her. I didn't propose. And not two minutes ago, you were telling me not to use that as a fucking excuse. So which is it?"

Blade doesn't say anything, but I can tell he's pissed.

"I still don't understand why you'd think she was a spy," Sunshine tells him, not bothered by his attitude at all.

"I knew she was more than she appeared to be. Come on. She disarmed Hicks, put Mac on his back, and leapt over the fucking gates like Spiderman."

"So you thought she was a spy? She obviously wouldn't have been a very good one if that was the case."

"What? Woman, I just told you?—"

"Don't you woman me, diva," Sunshine growls, her voice low so nobody beyond our table can hear. She might be pissed, but she won't disrespect him in front of his men. I guess I don't count in this scenario.

"If she were a spy, her aim would have been to get inside and blend in yet she made a hell of an impression that night. In fact I'd say if anything she stood out. I certainly won't forget her in a hurry and I doubt others will. Have you learned nothing from living with King?"

King looks both amused and proud. "She's got a point."

Blade sighs and turns to look at me.

I shrug. "I never thought she was a spy, and I told you that. But I do what my president orders me to do."

"When it suits you," he grumbles, probably realizing I've learned more than I let on.

I grit my teeth. "I fucked her, Blade. I didn't spill state secrets. I looked into her like you asked me to, knowing it might've killed any chance I had with her. It's the responsible thing to do. It's what's best for the club, right?" I stand up, done for the night. "You don't get to make me VP and then question my loyalty. Not when I might've just lost the first woman I've wanted in years for the club."

"You didn't give me her file," he snaps, pissed. Well, that makes two of us.

"Check your email. I need to get some air." I walk through the club, ignoring everyone around me, and head outside.

I start toward the warehouse when I hear arguing. I stop and look to the left, seeing Legs and Midas. I watch for a moment, making sure she's okay, even though I know Midas would never lay a hand on her.

"Give me one good reason why I should stay," she hisses at him.

When he doesn't say anything, she shakes her head and shoves him. He doesn't move, but after a moment, he lets her go. She storms away, leaving Midas to bang his head against the brick wall.

"Fuck."

"You want to go for a ride?"

He jolts at the sound of my voice. "You saw that?"

"None of my business."

He curses and walks with me toward the warehouse. "She told me she's thinking of leaving," he says.

"I know; she told me too."

"She can't leave. We're her family."

"And we won't be if she goes? That's not how family works, Midas."

"You know what I mean. She won't have anyone to watch over her out there. Here, she's got brothers looking out for her."

"Here, she'll always be a bunny. She wants more."

He rubs his hand over his face but doesn't say anything else as we reach our bikes. I take off first, nodding to Hoops on the gate as I pass him.

I don't have a destination in mind. I just need the open road to clear my head for a while.

I held off sharing with Blade for as long as I could. But after we found out she was a stuntwoman on the movie, he'd have known I could have her life story at my fingertips in minutes. All it took was typing in stuntwoman and her full name: Amity Regan Hollis , and everything was right there.

She started out as a gymnast, and after winning a silver medal in Rio, a horrific car accident took her mother's life and ended her competitive career. For a year, there was nothing. But then she started her YouTube channel and began working on movies soon after. She's worked on a bunch of films since. I watched some behind-the-scenes footage of her work on YouTube, which, of course, led me to her YouTube channel.

Falling down a rabbit hole has never felt so good and so terrifying. The woman is certifiably insane, but, fuck she's incredible to watch.

Turns out my girl's a bit of an adrenaline junkie. She's done everything from jumping out of a plane to completing Navy SEAL assault courses. But even those have nothing on the parkour videos. I mean, I understood the concept, though I didn't know what it was called. I'd seen it in a couple movies and thought it looked cool, but I never gave it much thought beyond that.

Until Amity. Now, all I can see is her flipping off roofs, running up walls, and jumping over buildings like she's part ninja or something.

Spotting a gas station, I pull in and wait for Midas to pull up beside me. I take my helmet off and hang it on the handlebars while I fill up.

"You need anything while I'm in there?"

"Grab me a Monster."

I nod and head inside, grabbing a Monster and a bottle of water from the cooler. A guy barely out of high school stands behind the counter. One look at my cut, and he looks ready to puke. I pay for our drinks and gas and thank him before leaving. Turning my back on the guy, knowing he probably has a shotgun under the counter, isn't the smartest thing I've ever done and makes my whole body tense, but thankfully, I make it out in one piece.

Trigger-happy people are the bane of my existence, but maybe I read the kid wrong. We get judged a lot, but I can't say I don't do it too.

"I paid for your gas. The kid looked scared shitless, and I didn't want any trouble."

"Thanks. I'll get yours next time."

I hand him his energy drink, then crack open my bottle of water and down it. Once done, I toss the bottle in the trash, straddle my bike, and put my helmet back on.

"Keep going or head back?"

I think about Amity. Now that I know about the RV, it's made figuring out where she's staying much easier.

"Head back, but not to the clubhouse. I want to check out the campgrounds."

"Alright." He doesn't ask questions. He tosses his empty can, climbs back on his bike, and follows me as we head toward the campgrounds.

It's late by the time we pull into the campground, our engines echoing in the quiet. Finding her RV doesn't take much—it's the only one here.

She must have heard the bikes. The door opens, and there she is, wearing a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, her sandy-colored hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. My eyes travel over her hungrily, pausing on a pair of pink bunny slippers.

I don't even try to hide my grin. "Nice slippers."

"They were a gift."

"I like them."

"I'll get you a pair for Christmas." She looks over my shoulder and smiles. "Hey."

"Midas. Not sure if you know that." Midas grunts.

"Midas, cool name. So, Midas and G, what can I do for you?"

I look at Midas, and he nods. "How about a drink? We've been riding for a while."

She looks between us, then holds up her finger. "Give me a second."

She disappears inside for a minute. I hear voices but can't make out what's being said.

"You okay with this, or you want me to bail?"

"Stick around for a drink. I want her to see we're not all a bunch of dicks."

Midas chuckles as Amity steps out and motions for us to come inside. I go in first, brushing past her, smiling at her sharp intake of breath. I spot her friend on the couch, wearing a hoodie with an avocado on the front and a pink blanket covering her legs.

"Tinkerbell."

"It's Nevaeh." She rolls her eyes at me as I take a seat at the table.

Midas whistles as he walks in, admiring the place. "This is the shit. You a secret rock star, Amity?" he asks, making her laugh.

"Oh God, no. I'm totally tone-deaf."

"She's not kidding." Tinkerbell laughs.

Midas heads over with a flirty smile and sits next to her. "I'm Midas."

"A man who had everything he wanted except for the woman he loved." She grins and holds out her hand. "I'm Nevaeh."

Amity closes the door and hovers in the kitchen area, looking unsure. I hold out my hand for her. She stares at it for a second, like she's trying to decide her next move. Right now, it could go either way.

When she walks over, I relax. She takes my hand and lets me pull her down into my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist, bury my face in her hair, and breathe her in. The ride helped clear most of my tension, but Amity is like a miracle drug, making me feel calm for the first time in days.

"So, what do you want to drink?"

"I'll get them." Tinkerbell gets to her feet, revealing shorts covered in slices of toast.

I hide my smirk, but not Midas. He laughs out loud. "Nice PJs," he says.

"Thank you," she replies primly. "What can I get you?"

"What do you have?"

"Coffee, milk, water, juice, some weird smoothies that Amity drinks."

"I'll take a coffee," Midas tells her.

"Yeah, I'll have the same, Tinkerbell."

"It's Nevaeh," she grumbles, and I just grin.

"You're never going to call her Nevaeh, are you?" Amity asks me quietly.

"Nope."

She laughs. "Tinkerbell's cute."

Nevaeh spins around and huffs. "Not you, too. Pippin is bad enough."

"Pippin?" Midas asks.

"He was my favorite Hobbit until Nevaeh," Amity grins.

Midas nods. "Makes sense. She is a tiny thing."

"I'm fun-sized," Nevaeh retorts, making him laugh again.

I tune them out, lifting Amity to face me so she's straddling my lap. With her pressed against me like this, I can feel the heat of her pussy through her tiny shorts. In seconds, my dick's rock hard, and I know damn well she can feel it.

"G," she whispers. "You have danger written all over you."

"You don't seem like the type to shy away from danger." I nip her lip, my hands sliding around to cup her ass.

"Do I need to throw cold water on them?" I hear Tinkerbell ask.

"I wouldn't," Midas says. "G's the most chill person you'll meet, but mess with something he cares about, and he'll go full beast mode."

I grin against Amity's lips before I kiss her, distracting her from her friend and Midas. I don't push things too far, but I can't have her in my arms and on my lap and not kiss her.

I don't know how long we kiss, but when she starts grinding against me, I pull back before I end up stripping her bare and fucking her on the table, friends be damned.

"I think I just got secondhand pregnant," Tinkerbell groans.

"Better not come to the clubhouse then," Midas warns her with an amused grin. "You'd end up with a litter."

"Really? Do you guys have orgies and stuff?"

Now it's Amity's turn to look amused. "Don't encourage her, Midas, or she'll be asking you questions all night."

"What kind of questions?" he asks, making Amity groan as he sips his coffee.

"Well, do you become desensitized to seeing a penis if you see them being waved in your face all the time? And if you become desensitized, doesn't that mean you're more likely to be experimental with someone of the same sex? Have you had sex with more than one woman at the same time? And if so, how does that work? What about with a woman and a man? Do you really feel the guy when you're both in the same woman and does it feel good? Does—" Midas covers Tinkerbell's mouth with his hand, cutting off the rest of her questions and muffling her words.

Amity starts laughing at the look on Midas's face. "I tried to warn you."

"How do you turn her off? Is there a factory reset button or something?" Midas asks with wide eyes.

"Say something dirty to her. It'll shock her system and switch her back to preacher's daughter mode."

"Her dad's a preacher?"

Amity nods. Midas leans down and let's go of her mouth as he whispers something in Tinkerbell's ear that makes her go red. She opens her mouth and closes it again before her eyes glaze over.

"Uh… Amity, I think I broke her."

"Give her a second."

Amity passes me my coffee from the end of the table as we all wait, watching Tinkerbell, until she blinks, snapping out of it, and looks at Midas. "Could you draw me a diagram?"

Midas bursts out laughing and pulls Tinkerbell in for a hug.

"Oh look, Amity, I've got a new bestie too."

Amity chuckles. "Bite me."