Chapter 33

Rocky

"Someone has that I just got laid glow." Gio clapped me on the back with a big, shit-eating grin on his face the minute I stepped into the clubhouse. "How goes married life, brother?"

I glared at him and shrugged off his touch. "Not married yet." Though that was next on my list. Peyton had agreed to live together, but I knew she wanted to feel that she had her shit together, so I had to wait.

"Yet? That means he's already bought the ring." Gio roared with laughter as if it was the funniest goddamn thing he'd ever said.

I bought the ring the day after we came home from the hospital three months ago. "Jealous, little brother?"

His smile faded, but only for a moment. "And save all of this for just one woman? Nah, I like to spread the love around."

"Sounds like something that requires antibiotics," Slate joked, a teasing grin on his face.

Gio flipped him off, but his carefree smile never wavered. "No need to worry about that when the only pussy you get is virtual, right Slatey?"

"All right, kids, that's enough." Diesel's deep voice sounded over the collective laughter of the brothers gathered in the clubhouse. "Slate figured out who paid the Red Skulls to fuck with us. It ain't good." Diesel looked at Slate as he dropped down on the nearest empty chair, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Right." Slate sat up a little taller and nodded. "Robert Carter was even dirtier than we realized."

"Carter again!" Hawk spat in disgust. "Fuck's sake."

"Yeah, fucking Carter again. Some of his former business partners are pissed as fuck that we took him out."

"You mean one of the bajillion assholes we're bribing?" A prospect asked from the back.

"Nah, they're not from the list," Slate replied.

"Do theyhave a name?" Maverick asked, annoyed as much as the rest of us were with Slate's slow reveals. "This ain't some fuckin' crime drama, Slate. Spit it out."

"Yeah, they do have a name. One most of us know. Black Death."

There was shocked silence in the room. And then Rebel let out a long, slow moan of despair. "Shit. Can somebody please explain to me why in all fuckthe most deranged cartel this side of the border is sending us a polite warning?"

Slate shrugged and sent the room a sheepish sort of grin. "Something to do with the Carters?"

"But surely they have bigger shit on their plate than worrying about a sweet, innocent little group of bikers such as ourselves," Maverick cried. "What god did we piss off to deserve this?"

"Listen," Slate said, "don't ask questions, okay? I'm keeping you posted with all the relevant info that I know. When I get more intel, I'll tell you more. Oh-fucking-kay?"

"God damn it, Slate," I sighed. "Couldn't you do a little more digging before dumping this on us?"

"I'm just one fucking man!" Slate yelled, throwing his hands in the air, before standing with a dramatic finger-point at our prez. "Blame himfor not bringing me any help. Gimme an intern, at least, not some lame ass prospect who just wants to be balls deep in clubhouse pussy!Jesus fuck, I'm drowning in zeros and ones for you bastards!"

"I don't even know what that means," one of our older members with a belly-long beard muttered.

Diesel rolled his eyes and waved a hand at Slate. "Sit down, dickhead."

Slate sat, slumping in his chair and crossing his arms with a grumble.

"We all need to be extra cautious with this new threat lurking.

"We need to watch them closely, until we figure out what they want."

"We'll need more than recon on these assholes if we don't wanna come away from this with casualties," I added. "Slate, dig up any and all dirt you can find on these fuckers. Mistresses, drug habits, down low brothers, anything that might help us diffuse or deflect, and minimize the chances of physical conflict, just in case."

"Sure," Slate muttered. "Who needs sleep, anyway? Not me."

With those words, our impromptu club meeting came to an end, and we all sat around in the bar for a few minutes, staring at each other, worried and bewildered about the new intel. The fucking cartel was no joke. Whenever they showed up, death and destruction followed. Which meant this all had the potential to go sideways quickly.

"I'm thinking about locking Ellie up in the house," Diesel mused, as everybody else milled around. "What's your plan?"

I barked out a laugh and shook my head. "Same, but don't tell Peyton."

We shared a laugh as both women glanced up at the noise and smiled from across the room. "We have our work cut out for us."

"Damn straight. But I've got your back," I said.

"Back atcha, brother." Diesel smacked my chest and took off towards Ellie who was holding their two-month-old twin girls, while their son, Leo played on the floor with Chopper.

I only had eyes for Peyton. She looked beautiful in a denim mini-skirt and a white t-shirt that hugged her tits and the slight roundness of her newly showing baby bump. She was beautiful and perfect and all mine. "Babe," I whispered when she was close enough that the scent of sandalwood and vanilla hit my nose.

"Hey, handsome. What's up?" Her smile faded and she stepped closer, grabbing my hands and locking her gaze with mine. "Is everything okay?"

"No," I answered, because we promised to always be honest with one another.

She nodded. "Without giving me details if you can't, how worried should I be?"

I took her hands in mine, brushing kisses over her knuckles. "Not worried, but cautious. Extra fucking cautious." Or else I really would have to lock her in the house. "We're working on making sure everything is okay. I promise."

"If there's anything I can do, just say the word. We're a team, and don't you forget it." She smiled and wrapped both arms around me, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to my mouth. "And if you're up for it, I'm down to make you forget all this…for a little while anyway."

"When it comes to you, I'm always up for it. Always."

Her gaze heated and her hand clasped mine. "Then what the hell are we waiting for?" She darted out of the clubhouse and onto my bike, and my tires hit the pavement, eating up the road until were home.

Home.Such a sweet fucking word, especially when home was our home.

I pulled into the garage and killed the engine, sucking in a deep breath before my boots hit the cement floor. Before I could help her, Peyton was off the bike and walking to the wall, where she smacked her palm against the garage door opener.

Darkness descended, replaced by the yellow glow of the overhead light.

Peyton gripped her t-shirt and tugged it up and over her head before she tossed it to me. "Up against a wall or in your shiny, new pickup?" Her full lips tugged into a wide, teasing grin.

"Yes." I'd gotten that shiny, new pickup for when she got too big to ride as a passenger—plus even though I hated the thought of being in a damn cage, once my kid was born then we needed a family vehicle.

Her head fell back with a laugh. "That was an either, or question."

"And I said yes. To both." I stalked towards her, and she grinned and backed away, even as she unhooked her bra. "Why, babe, don't think you can handle me anymore?"

"Please," she scoffed, dropping her bra at my feet and hiking up her short skirt. "Bring it."

"I think I'll have you screaming my name against this wall," I murmured as I slowly closed the difference between us. I hooked an arm around her before our lips met somewhere in the middle. "And then I'll have you ride my cock in the back of my truck."

"Rocky," she breathed, and fisted my hair in her hands, scrambling to get closer to me. "Fuck me now, however you like. Whatever you want, I want it too. Please."

"Always." We both stepped back and made quick work of our clothes until we were both naked, and our gazes locked hungrily.

"Right fucking now, Rocky." Her breath shuddered and she licked her lips.

I gripped her hips and lifted her, enjoying the way her legs wrapped around me, a perfect fucking fit. Her hands clutched my shoulders and slowly she lowered herself onto my cock with a desperate, sexy little mewl.

"Fuck, Peyton. It's been too long."

She laughed breathily. "Last night was too long ago?"

"Fuck," I grunted when she pulsed around me. "Too. Fucking. Long."

After that, very few words were said. We were like two wild animals who caught each other's scent from a million miles away, happy to finally be close to the thing that made us crazy. Wild. Insatiable for one another. She sank down until I was buried balls deep and I gripped her ass, dragging her up and down my length with the kind of passion that felt like it was taking over my body.

"Rocky, yes!"

I smiled and gripped her tighter, fucked her harder and deeper. "Peyton, sweetheart. Come for me, now."

She bit down on her bottom lip with a teasing glint in her eyes. "Not yet," she moaned, and slammed her mouth against mine, squeezing my cock hard enough to break him while she devoured my mouth.

It was hot as fuck, and even though I liked to lead, I was happy to let my woman take her pleasure from me. But at the same time, two could play that game. While she kept the pace slow and steady, I pumped my hips hard and deeper, driving her higher and higher with every stroke.

"Oh fuck!" She pulled back and stared at me in disbelief before a smile spread across her face. "Rocky…" she said in warning.

I did it again and again. And again.

"Oh. My. Fuck," she gasped, and then she came long and hard, all over my cock. "Rocky," she moaned. "Love you. Love this cock."

"Love you back, babe."

She shuddered and clenched around me until my nuts pulled up tight and tingles crawled up my spine to the base of my skull.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, dropping my face into the delicate curve of her neck. "Oh, fuck, Peyton. You're going to make me break my promise. I can't hold it… for the truck. You feel too good."

She let out a sexy as fuck keening noise, her hips still flicking against mine, squeezing my cock with her leaking fucking pussy, and I couldn't, I… "Fuck!"

I exploded deep into her body, a long groan escaping me as I pistoned my hips up into her.

She smiled, hips moving nonstop while she rode out her own orgasm and squeezed every inch of pleasure from my body until I was spent.

"Holy fuck," she gasped. "I hope it's always like this between us."

"It will be," I told her confidently. "How could it not?"

She smiled at me, loving shining in her eyes. "We'll make sure of it. Won't we?"

"Hell yeah." It took me most of my life to find a woman like Peyton, sassy enough to handle me and sweet enough to keep me grounded. She was perfect for me in every fucking way, and I would walk through the fires of hell to make sure we had as much time together as possible. I could only hope I was as good for her, as she was for me.

"Good," she sighed, and licked a trail of heat up my neck. "Because now that I've found you, I'm going to love you as much as possible for as long as possible."

"Right back at ya, Peyton." She snuggled in my arms, and I carried us into the house. "Starting now."

"Yes, please."

We almost made it to the bedroom.

Almost.