9. Lash

9

LASH

Fuck. Yes. My body explodes with need as Sienna grabs hold of me and pulls me into a kiss. Instantly, any thoughts about finishing my meal vanish. My hands wrap around her small, indented waist, and I lift her body so she's straddling me. She's wild and passionate—exactly how I love my women. Her hands dig into my hair, where she pulls roughly, lacing pain through my scalp. It's not enough to get me to stop. I'm pretty sure nothing is going to get me to stop.

I tug her closer to my body, that way her hot core is pressed right above my cock. I'm harder than I've been in a while. Ever since I've met her, all I can think about is what it would feel like to be balls deep in Sienna. I want her more than I want my next breath of air.

I drop my hand to her lower hip and work her back and forth just so I can get some friction. I feel like I'm going to come right here in my pants, but I don't give a fuck. I'll take whatever this woman is willing to give me. I'm hoping it's everything. That's what I want from her. I want all she is.

She gasps when I hit just the right spot, but I only move my lips down the column of her throat and suck on the side of her neck. She shivers on top of me and clenches tighter.

"Lash, oh... oh Lash," she whimpers as I continue to work her over.

"I want you to scream that shit. I want the neighbors to come in asking for tips," I mutter against her skin, and she groans both in annoyance and need.

"I hate you. This doesn't change anything," she puffs out, which only causes me to laugh.

"I don't care. Hate me all you want, just don't fucking stop."

I'm scared for a brief second when she does that. She pushes back from me but only to slide her hands under my kutte and push it off my shoulders before she reaches down and pulls up my T-shirt. I make quick work of the Simpsons shirt she's wearing and am slightly pissed off when I see she has a bra on too. I don't have time for all this shit. I need to get inside her now.

"When you're with me, you don't wear these anymore," I growl as I reach around and unhook the bra from her body.

She moans when I lean her back even more and dip my head to suck on one of her nipples. I make sure she has a good grip on me when I let go of her waist and use my free hand to massage the other side of her chest.

My body is pulsing with need. I feel pre-cum dripping out from my slit, wetting my underwear in the process. I have to slow this down, or I'm not going to last.

"Hold onto me, Red," I grunt out, and she latches tighter. In one swift motion, I get to my feet and rush to the back where her bedroom is. My eyes quickly dart to her nightstand, but I decide against bringing out her vibrator to play. Tonight I want her all to myself. I'm more than capable of pleasing her, and if I'm not, I'm going to learn every way until I become a pro.

I drop her on the bed with a bounce and stand over her, just looking down at her beautiful body. Her chest heaves up and down with the deep breaths she's taking.

"Lash," she whimpers and puts her hands out, beckoning me forward. She's my own personal siren. I can't deny her.

I don't fall on top of her. Instead, I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and yank down her pajama pants. She's wearing a thong. These I approve of much more than the bra.

"Sexy as fuck. All mine," I grumble, more to myself than to her, but she arches slightly off the bed. She likes to hear me praise her. Likes that I've claimed her.

I can do more of that.

"You know how perfect you are? How maddening. I've done nothing but think about you from the very second I laid my eyes on you." I hook my fingers into the sides of her thong and slowly peel them down her tight, athletic legs.

"Lash," she moans my name and reaches down for me again, trying to get me back into contact with her.

"Never in my life has anyone turned me on so completely as you. I can't focus. I can't be still. I can't do shit without an image of your beautiful face popping into my mind. You're everything," I admit to her. Something I'll never admit to the boys at the club. They already think she's got my nose wide open, and if I'm honest, they're right. I'd do anything for Sienna. Anything for my Red.

"If you don't touch me, I'm the one who's going to go crazy," Sienna complains from where she's lying.

"As you wish," I whisper before I dive face-first between her legs. I wanted to savor this moment, wanted to taste every nuance of who she is, but from the first swipe of my tongue, I knew I wouldn't be able to.

Sienna tastes like the finest cognac I've ever had in my life—the kind that costs tens of thousands of dollars per bottle. If I could bottle her up and sell her to the public... I still wouldn't; she's all mine.

I push her legs apart wide so I can lick every inch of her. Her folds glisten with both her arousal and my spit. I suck and flick my tongue against her clit.

Her wails of pleasure get louder and louder, and I know it won't be long before she's coming on my face. I want her to. It's not something I normally do for women, but Red isn't just some woman. She's my woman.

I slide one finger deep inside her and flick softly upwards to push her over the edge faster and harder. Her entire body shakes as she clenches tight, my name lost in a slur on her lips.

When I feel her body explode, I drink down everything she has for me, lifting her body even more to get the few drips that made their way down to her ass. Usually, doing that would never cross my mind; now it just seems ridiculous to waste even a drop.

"Lash, oh god." She collapses onto the bed, her body barely more than jelly. Yet I don't stop. It's only when I feel the bed bouncing back and forth that I realize, in my intense need for her, I'm basically dry humping her mattress. I need her now.

Finally able to pull myself away from that sweet nectar between her thighs, I stand to my feet and unbuckle my belt before shoving my pants down.

"You want me, Red?" I question her as I grab hold of my shaft and pump it roughly, doing my best to keep from looking like a fool.

"Yes, Lash. I want you." She replies, and I nearly collapse at the relief. I drop down on the bed with her and hitch her legs so her knees are on either side of my waist. I want to get as deep as possible while also looking into her eyes. I want to see when I break through to her.

I notch my cock against her opening, and her warm heat wraps around me. I slide in slowly, testing just how tight she is. It's like a vice grip around me.

"Oh god damn it." I squeeze my eyes shut as the first twinges of pressure already start to build in the small of my back. There's no way I'm going to last.

"So fucking tight. Perfect. Fucking perfect." I groan in her ear as I push all the way inside her. She squeals as my thick shaft spreads her open. Those squeals urge me on. I do my best to go slow, giving her body the time it needs to get used to me, but the way she claws at my back and whispers my name makes me quickly lose hold of my self-control.

I snarl and curse as I pound into her, the bed clanging against the wall behind it with each one of my powerful thrusts. It feels like we're connected on a much deeper level—at least it does to me.

I push her away just as I'm about to come. "Not yet..." I groan and grab hold of my cock, squeezing hard to stop the sensations.

The wildcat in Sienna is out in full force. She's not going to let me get away that easy. Before I can even catch my breath, she pushes me backward so I'm lying on my back, and she dips her head to my midsection. The feel of her hot mouth after I've already been inside her makes my eyes cross.

"Shit!" I bellow and grab hold of her long hair. The messy bun it was once in is gone, and now her locks fall freely around her body.

"Red, stop!" I bark an order, but even as I do, my hips are still pistoning up into her sweet mouth.

"Mm. Mm." She mumbles around my dick, and the sensation vibrates in my balls.

I gasp, taking in huge breaths, doing my best not to finish in her mouth. She must know I'm close because she pulls off me with a pop before she smirks down at me devilishly and crawls up my body, straddling me.

She lets her head fall backward, the tips of her hair brushing against my tight thighs as she lowers herself down on me.

"Oh god." I groan as I watch her take all of me inside her body.

I'll never be rid of this image for as long as I live.

She bounces softly at first, getting used to me, but it doesn't take long for her to catch her rhythm and ride me like a stallion.

I'm no longer in control. My whole life flashes before my eyes as she takes me to a climax so high I swear I see Jesus.

I've never had anyone make me feel like this, and I'm not dumb enough to think it's purely from the sex.

"Hold on, I'm close," she whispers, and it feels like torture.

I need to come. I feel it building up in every one of my bones, but I don't; I'll wait for her.

She rides me hard and fast while I grip the sheets under me and fight my own release. Her body jerks a few times, and she whispers my name—the sound etched onto my soul the moment it leaves her mouth. Her motions aren't as fluid as they once were, so I lean up to help her. I wrap my arms around her, getting close so we're face to face and she's pinned to me. I slam her over and over on my lap, keeping my eyes open so I can look into my future.

"I'm never letting you go," I grunt as my muscles coil and finally sweet release washes over me.

I slam my lips to hers and kiss her with all the passion I have left in my body as thick ropes of my cum splash deep inside of her, over and over, painting every wall with my brand.

My orgasm seems to go on forever, but when I finally am able to breathe again, Sienna has her head leaning on my shoulder and her body completely lax in my arms. She’s seconds away from sleep.

This is where she belongs, and I'm not going to tell her different.

I lay back with her still straddling me and pull the blanket from the side over us. My eyelids grow heavy as the both of us lie there completely sated.

I don't know how a bastard like me managed to get someone like Sienna, but I'll forever be grateful.

***

I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm going off. I was worried at first that it would wake Red up, but it seems after a good round of loving, she sleeps like the dead. I got my clothes on and had one of the prospects go to the locksmith to pick up a new lock and deadbolt. I wrote and left the key on the table where Sienna would see it, along with a note for her to always use the deadbolt. I pocketed the extra key for myself. I'm sure I'd be coming back to her house more often now that I've claimed her.

Now that I was done with that, I had to focus on more important things, like backing up my club on this meeting with the Hands of Hell.

We were set to meet with them at midnight. Why the fuck Switch wanted to see us so late was beyond me, but I don't question anyone else's motives.

Leo, Spike, Rumble, Tella, and I are the only ones who are allowed to sit in for the meeting. I'd prefer to have more people with us, but Leo didn't want Switch to think this was some sort of ambush.

We pull up to the large clubhouse situated on the edge of town near the docks.

The second I get off my bike, I feel uneasy. It's too dark, and there are too many places for people to hide and be able to get the jump on us. The only saving grace is Switch was the one who called this meeting. I'm hoping he at least stays true to his word and doesn't try to pull a fast one on us.

As we are walking up to the door of the Hands of Hell clubhouse, Leo stays back and keeps me with him.

"You got your head on straight?" he asks, and for a moment I don't know what he's talking about.

"Yeah, man," I answer.

"No, I mean with your woman. We're going to get some answers, but they may say some shit you don't want to hear. I need to know you're not going to go off and start some shit we're all going to have to deal with. In case you haven't noticed, we're not at our strongest right now."

"I'm not here to start shit with them. All I want is answers. We can go from there." I tell Leo what he wants to hear, but in the back of my mind, I know if they give me answers I don't want to hear, I've got a sledgehammer with each of their names on it. I'm not opposed to violence. In fact, as the Enforcer of the club, it's my favorite pastime.

Leo nods his head, claps me on the back once, and then speeds up to take his place at the head of our little pack. Leo has always been a good leader, but ever since he claimed Nisa as his ol' lady, he's changed a bit. He’s become a little more diplomatic and has a bit more tact.

It took a long time for him to claim her, too. After all, Nisa is the sister of one of our fallen brothers. He promised Hugh that he'd never do anything to hurt Nisa and that he'd always protect her. Getting over himself and taking her in was a hard obstacle that nearly cost a lot of people their lives. I'm happy they are together, but now I realize why he was so hesitant about taking her on in the first place.

Usually, when I'm on a run with my brothers, all I'm thinking about is making sure all of my people come out of this alive. My own safety is at the very bottom of that list. Now that I have Red, I want to make sure I come home to her. It's not a good look when the man who is supposed to be the most brutal in the squad is having reservations about things.

Slowly, the front door opens to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, and we walk inside. Before we can take any more steps over the threshold, a man in a Hands of Hell vest stops us and begins patting us down.

"Get your fucking hands off me," Rumble barks when the man slides his hands down Rumble's leg to the hidden weapon he has there.

"Now, don't be like that. We just want to make sure this meeting is as calm as can be." Switch speaks from where he's sitting in the large main area. "That means no weapons. None of us are armed." Switch lifts his shirt to show us that he doesn't have a gun—at least not where we can see.

I hate the fact that we're going to have to go in unarmed, but with a nod from Leo, I know I have to go along with the frisk. The member at the door disarms all of us and leaves our weapons in a small see-through box right by the door.

"Now that we've got that mess out of the way, come let’s talk." Switch gestures with his hands for us to join him where he's sitting. The table he's at is nothing more than a simple card table, with one chair on either side. Leo sits, and the rest of us crowd around his back. Switch is there with three other people: two I don't know, but one I do—Alex, or as he's called on the street, Apex. He swears he's the biggest and baddest enforcer around. I'd love to go toe-to-toe with him one day.

"I'm happy you decided to come talk business with us. I know we've not been the best of pals in the past," Switch smirks.

"Well, I hear you're turning over a new leaf," Leo spits back, both of them dripping sarcasm.

"Not sure about all that, but I know a good deal when I see one. I have a sure-fire line of small arms coming through soon." Switch jumps right into business, and I feel myself tense at the fact that Leo has yet to bring up the two girls. I don't want to hear anything about us going into business with the Hands of Hell until I know for sure they had nothing to do with Max and Lia going missing.

"The issue is they'll be coming from two separate directions, one of which goes straight through your territory."

"Then why didn't your connect try to reach out to us?" Leo asks.

"Ah, I can't tell you what he was thinking; all I know is I'm trying to keep things upfront with you." Switch shrugs his shoulders.

I should be focusing on the conversation at hand, but I was never for the politics that came with wearing the patch. I'm just here to fuck shit up if need be. Instead of listening to what's going on, I'm scoping out the area. I look up and see a few extra-large bird cages—the kind used in clubs to have girls dance in. In this case, they could be used to keep someone hostage. I don't see anyone inside them. My eyes drift to the walls, and I see a few doors open. There are a couple of men inside, but I don't see Lia and Max in there either.

The longer I stay here, the more aggravated I get. Part of me wants to pull Leo to the side and ask him what exactly he's doing, but I know that's not my place.

"You looking for something?" Switch's voice carries straight through to my daydreams, and I have to shake my head to focus on what's going on in front of me. I let my eyes drop to Leo, and he shakes his head no, telling me that I need to keep my feelings under wraps. He's got about five more minutes before I completely blow my top.

"No, just making sure no one comes to sneak up on us. You know, being safe," I reply, gritting my teeth.

"I already told you that we come in peace. The more you act like you don't trust us, the more upset I'm going to get." Switch glares at me, and I fight my nature to return his challenge.

"You think we're stupid enough to believe that you don't have your people at the ready in case this meeting goes bad? If that's the case, why the hell would you even bother to reach out to us in the first place? I thought you wanted people who knew what they were doing?" Leo asks, getting the attention back on him.

Switch stares at him for a second before his face breaks into a grin. "You're right. We came to you for two reasons: one, because we know you lot can handle yourselves, and two, because we know if we try to go through your territory without your say-so, it's going to be a whole slew of problems we'd rather not bring on our heads."

I'm amazed that he's so honest about what's going on. He could make it seem like he didn't care about our reach, but it wouldn't be smart of him.

"That's exactly right. Now that we're talking about territory, I've got something else that I need to discuss with you." Leo leans forward, and I feel the tension rising in the room. This has to be him bringing up the girls. It's the only other business we have with the Hands of Hell.

"Oh?" Switch gets even more comfortable in his seat and focuses on Leo.

"The other night, your people came to our clubhouse, uninvited, mind you."

"Yes, I sent them there as a peace offering. To show you that we didn't mean any harm. They were supposed to be in and out with the information they had to deliver."

Leo shakes his head. "Problem is, they weren't in and out. They decided to join in on our little party—a party that we were throwing for our guests and our entertainment."

"I don't see any harm in that. It was all in fun, wasn't it?" Switch furrows his eyebrows. It really looks like he has no idea what my president is talking about. I want to call his bluff, but once again I keep my emotions under wraps.

Leo huffs out a deep breath. I'm sure he's not liking the fact that Switch keeps interrupting him. I don't particularly like it either.

"It would've been if they didn't overstep. It's come to our attention that the two women—entertainment we had at our party—left with them and were never seen again. You know anything about that?" Leo tilts his head, and I watch as he fists his hand on the table. This is weighing on him more than I thought.

"Why would I know anything about that? More importantly, what exactly are you accusing me of?" Switch leans forward himself, his fist clenched as well.

"You? Nothing, but I am accusing your men of taking those girls with promises of a good time, but the night didn't end as they planned. You want to do business with us? We don't want any part in missing women. I don't know what kind of racket you've got going on in here, but that's not our deal," Leo states plainly.

Switch glares at Leo. I can almost see the smoke starting to pour out of his ears. If we don't get the answers we need about Max and Lia, it's quite possible that this entire deal will go up in flames. Now that we know exactly what he needs us for, I'm sure he doesn't want to turn on Leo.

"Helo, Trent, get your asses out here." Switch calls out and seconds later the same two men who were at the party comes walking into the main room.

The both of them come out into the main area. They're wearing their rags, but they are blank. They must be prospects.

"Yeah, Switch, you need us?" one of them asks, but I'm not sure who is who. Right now, I don't really care either.

"Yeah, I want to ask you all something. Seems like our guests here have a bit of an issue that they are certain you know about. I don't want to hear anything about you lying either. Tell the truth." Switch speaks to them like they are children instead of grown men.

"Alright." The other one talks this time.

"Good. It seems that you two went to a party that they were having the other night and walked off with one of their pieces of ass."

"Two," I quickly correct.

Switch shoots me a dirty look before he turns back to his people and continues talking. "Do you know anything about that?"

"Oh yeah, I remember the two of them. They were a lot of fun," the one on the left says.

"Well, after that fun, what did you do with them?" Switch asks.

"Oh, we set them up with a better business opportunity." It's like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum watching the two prospects speak back and forth.

"What the hell does that mean?" Spike is the one to pipe up this time. "What kind of business opportunity?"

"The only kind those types of girls are good for: laying on their backs."

"Where did you take them?" I grit out between my teeth. My blood is boiling right now, and it's taking everything inside of me not to just put my hand through one of their faces.

"We dropped them off with Fisher. He's been on the lookout for new girls. Something about his old product not keeping fresh for very long. We didn't really get into much detail. After all, it's his racket. All we cared about was the finder's fee." The one on the left shrugs, and I make up my mind that he's going to be the first one I drive my fist through.

"Finder's fee? What do you mean by that? Did these girls know they were going to be working with Fisher?" I ask.

The two of them laugh before the one on the left answers. "I guess not. After all, we had to use nearly double the sedative to knock them out. But that's what happens with the druggos. They build up a tolerance, you see. I'm sure they were quite confused when they woke up in the trunk of Fisher's car."

That's all it takes for me. I see red, and before I can stop myself, I jump over the table, straight over Leo's head, and try to get my hands on either one of them.

I'm not even hearing what's going on with anyone else in the room, and before I know what's happening, Leo is dragging me backward out of the club, and the rest of my club is swarming around me just in case someone tries to get off a shot or something like that.

After finding this information out, there's no way that we can do business with the Hands of Hell, and I pray that Leo feels the same way.

We came here hoping to get some answers, and we got just that. Now we have to worry about what happens because we've backed out of the deal. Will Switch and his boys let things stay the way they are, or is it going to mean war?