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Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

Riff

"Looking for new prospects again?" I asked when I came down early one morning to find Slash, Rook, and Colter looking over a pile of paperwork on the kitchen island.

Normally, decisions on prospects went mostly through Slash, Crow, Sway, and Detroit, since they were the more senior members of the club. But I guess it made a certain kind of sense for Colter and Rook to do a second round of elimination using the more recent ex-cons, since they might know the men personally. Or at least know of them by reputation.

"I got a feeling we are going to need more men soon," Slash said, a knowing look in his eyes as he looked at me.

So, he had already seen the signs in me.

I still had to be a man and have an actual talk with him. But at least, this way, he wouldn't feel blindsided by it.

"This fuck," Colter said, snatching up a paper with a square-faced guy with a buzzed head, "is out."

"Why?" Slash asked, looking at the information under the picture, mostly their criminal history.

"Major white supremacist," he said.

"Why isn't that in his paperwork?" Slash asked, already reaching to crumple up the paper.

"I don't think he had any connections when he came in. That's when they mark down any gang tattoos and affiliations. But the longer he was inside, the more he fell in with that crew. Has giant fucking SS Bolts on his back now."

"Anyone else with affiliations I need to know about?" he asked, waving at the scattered papers.

"This one can go too," Rook said, grabbing a paper with a Hulk of a man. "He beats his girlfriend."

"Why isn't that in his file?"

"I imagine, man that big, he intimidated her not to report him. I only know because I heard him bragging about it while he was playing cards one day."

Slash grabbed that paper, balling it up, then tossing it in the trash with the other page.

"This one can go," Colter said as he grabbed another page. "Not because of anything bad. But I know he's got four kids, one of them kind of sickly, back in his hometown. He's not staying here."

It went like that for the next ten or so minutes while I brewed a pot of coffee until they were down to five possibilities.

"Some of these aren't out for years still," Rook said.

"I like to plan ahead," Slash said, shrugging. "We're still a really small club. I want to know I have options coming down the pike. Even if I do want to diversify and find other members who aren't potentially dealing with pain-in-the-ass P.O.s like Nancy Bird."

I grabbed two cups of coffee, bringing them upstairs with me. As interested as I was in club politics, especially if I was going to be spending a lot more time at the clubhouse in the future, I was a fuckuva lot more interested in the naked woman in my bed right now.

I pushed open the door, letting Vernon out to go hang out with Cat. The two weren't exactly best friends, but they seemed to like being in each other's vicinity for a little chunk of the day. Plus, Vernon had learned that if he was in the common area, he got a hell of a lot more treats than he did when he was locked up with us all day long.

"Traitor!" Vienna called as the cat rushed out, making my lips curl up as she moved to sit up in the bed, her pile of covers pooling at her waist, leaving her bare to me from the waist up.

And, fuck, what a view.

Better yet was her complete and utter comfort at being exposed with me.

It hadn't been long since the bath event. Just about a week, in fact. But she'd developed a level of comfort with me that I couldn't have known to hope for. No insecurity or embarrassment. She was too happy to let me explore every inch of her. Lights off, lights on. Writhing under my touch, catching fire with my kiss.

I'd been worried that after we'd had sex, there might be a period of regression, where she was anxious or fearful again. But she'd been to her therapist twice since then, and each time, I swore she came out even more confident and secure than when she'd gone in.

"Is that coffee?" she asked, doing gimmie hands as I kicked the door closed behind me and made my way toward the bed.

She took it from me, taking a long sniff, then sip, letting out a moan that went right to my dick.

Turning back to me, her gaze slid down from my face, my shirt, and pants, then back up.

"You're entirely too dressed for this early in the morning," she declared, making my lips curl into a smile.

I took a big sip of my coffee, set it down on the nightstand, then reached up to remove my shirt.

I waited until her gaze slid down my chest and stomach before I grabbed my waistband, then pushed my pants down my legs.

My cock, already getting stiff from that little moan she'd let out, grew as she watched, her lips parting, her eyes going hooded.

Her gaze cut to mine as she reached out to set her mug next to mine, and I watched as she slid out from the rest of the covers to sit off the side of the bed.

Her arms went out, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer.

She liked taking control. For reasons any idiot could understand. And, fuck, I enjoyed the hell out of her doing it.

So I walked forward toward her, then watched as her head ducked. A second later, I felt her tongue tracing over the head of my cock, dragging a groan out of me as my hands went out, gathering her hair and moving it out of the way, so I could watch.

I swear my legs felt weak as she sucked me into her mouth, taking me down to the base with the first stroke, then slowly moving back up in a twisting motion that was shredding anything close to self-control inside of me.

But I let her continue the torment until I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out.

"Darlin'," I called, watching as her eyes opened and looked up at me, her mouth still full of my cock. I swear I damn near came right then and there. "If you want me inside of you, you're going to need to stop that," I said, and I swear I could feel her lips try to smile, even if her mouth was too full for the action.

Then, still watching me, she slowly slid back up my length until my cock popped out from between her lips.

Gaze on my face, she scooted back on the bed, moving flat, then spreading her legs.

I fucking buried myself there, licking up her sweet pussy, and working her clit with my tongue until she was moaning and writhing, until her fingers were crushing into my skull and her thighs were trying to crack my head.

"Reid, please," she called out, that desperate cry the same one she always made when she wanted me inside of her.

I pulled back, grabbing a condom, and sliding it on as she watched me, eyes molten.

But I didn't come over her like she was waiting for, I moved to sit off the side of the bed, then patted my lap, inviting her on.

She was quick to crawl over to me, eyes bright with the prospect of being on top, of being the one fully in control.

Her hands went to my shoulders as she positioned over me, then, with a gasp, she started to lower down onto my cock, her pussy taking me in inch by inch until I was settled deep, her hips fully on my lap.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hands digging into her ass to keep from grabbing her hips, and forcing her to move, to ease the ache in my balls. "Ride me, V," I demanded softly, pressing my lips into her neck.

She started to move then, slowly, a bit uncertain at first, getting used to the position, then growing in urgency as her confidence grew.

Her whimpers grew to full-on moans quickly, and I found myself moving flat, wanting to watch her as she rode my cock.

It was a fuck of a view.

Especially as the need overtook her, and she started to ride me harder and faster.

Her breathing got fast and shallow, catching as she let out little moans as her pussy clenched tighter around my cock until, with a loud, almost pained cry, she came, her pussy pulsing around me, taking me with her as she sat there, head thrown back, face twisted in pleasure.

The most gorgeous thing I'd ever fucking seen.

She came back down a moment later, sucking in a deep breath, then smiling down at me.

"We need to do that a lot more," she said as she folded toward me, pressing her lips into my neck, kissing up to my ear, then down my jaw, until her lips sealed to mine, kissing me long and sweet as my fingers drifted over her.

"I'm game anytime you are. Might need a couple minutes between rounds, though," I said, patting her ass to get her to climb off of me, so I could get up.

Yanking up my pants, I made my way to the bathroom. When I came back, she was back to drinking her coffee, her hair falling over her chest, hiding her breasts.

"Any chance that's still warm?" I asked, making my way toward the nightstand.

"It's… tolerable. You want to go somewhere today?" she asked.

"Sure. Anything in mind?" I asked.

"Not really. Just feel like getting out for a while."

She had a stack of unread books almost as tall as her now, so I figured maybe a bookstore wasn't the best bet.

"There's a pet store a town over. We could go and get stuff for Vernon," I suggested. "He likes being spoiled."

"He is compensated appropriately for the services he provides," she shot back, making my lips curve up before I finished my coffee in two big gulps.

"Fair enough," I agreed. "Alright. I'm gonna jump in the shower. We can head out after, get breakfast on the way."

With that, I headed out, happy as a fucking clam as I showered and got myself ready for the day, always excited to take Vienna out somewhere.

It wasn't until I moved into the room that I realized something had gone horribly wrong.

The air in the room felt thick. I could barely draw in a breath.

I didn't understand it until I looked over to find Vienna, now dressed in a pair of loose leg jeans and a lightweight yellow sweater and a pair of canvas shoes, that I understood it.

She was in my wardrobe, the large wooden door hiding her face from view.

"Looking for something, darlin'?" I asked, still not understanding what had caused the charge in the air.

Until she was turning.

With her old purse in her hand.

A look of complete betrayal on her face.

"What is this?" she asked, her voice chilly.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Raff had mistakenly brought it up to the room when he'd been cleaning out the car. And I'd panicked and stashed it in the back of my wardrobe, not wanting Vienna to see it. Then I'd just… forgotten about it.

"I can explain," I said, holding up a hand, wanting to de-escalate this before it got bad.

"I don't know if you can."

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