Chapter 8

8

VIPER

" G ood morning, baby," I whispered into Rhiannon's ear as I buried my face in her silky black tresses. I pulled her body closer to mine and groaned when my morning wood pressed against her ass.

I fucking loved sleeping wrapped around my girl, but I loved waking up with her even more. Especially when I had her for breakfast.

After we broke her bed a couple of weeks ago, I thought about offering to replace it. Then the devil on my shoulder convinced me that it was the perfect excuse to talk her into staying with me. Little by little, we brought more and more of her things to the house. I wasn't sure if she'd realized that I'd basically moved her in with me, but it was too late now.

Rhiannon let out a sexy little sigh, and I rolled her onto her back, then shifted so that I hovered over her.

"You know those sounds make me hard as fuck," I growled as I ground my erection into the apex of her thighs.

She blinked her wide brown eyes innocently. "They do?"

Dropping my head, I chuckled before I covered her mouth with my own.

My hands found her tits, and I squeezed them, making her moan. Then I twisted the tips, and my cock leaked at the shudder that wracked her body.

"So fucking responsive," I groaned.

I licked my way down her long body and amazing curves until I reached her glistening pussy.

"Dean," Rhiannon moaned, her hands delving into my hair and shoving me closer to her heat.

I chuckled at her boldness. It was amazing how far she'd come from the blushing virgin to the sensual goddess who knew how to ask for what she wanted.

Although I did enjoy that I could still make her blush.

I ate her dripping pussy until she screamed my name, then surged up her body, plunging my cock into her tight channel.

"Fuck!" I shouted as her muscles clamped around me.

Rhiannon wrapped her arms and legs around me and bucked her pelvis up, again asking for what she wanted.

"You want my big cock stretching your sweet pussy, baby?" I grunted as I moved slowly inside her, keeping my thrusts maddeningly shallow.

"Please."

"Please, what? Please stop?"

Rhiannon gasped, and her nails dug into my back. "Don't you dare, Dean Cassidy!"

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"Harder," she cried.

I pushed in deeper with more force but kept my pace lazy.

"Stop teasing me," she whined.

"But you're so beautiful when you beg," I whispered with a smirk.

She gasped when I glided over her clit and breathed, "Please, Dean. I want it hard and fast. Don't hold back."

"I fucking love it when you say that, baby," I rasped before I gave her exactly what she wanted.

Afterward, I was lying on my back with my woman splayed over me while I feasted on her delectable mouth. My cell phone buzzed on the nightstand, but I ignored it.

When it went off a second time, I ignored it again. The third time, I sighed and raised my head to glance at it. I saw "Prez" on the screen and muttered, "Fuck."

Reluctantly, I moved Rhiannon to my side and snatched up my phone before flopping back onto my back. "Viper," I answered as I reached out, curled my arm around my girl, and snuggled her into my side.

"Need you for a run," he said in his gruff, authoritative tone. "Storm has a one-month-old at home and is outta commission for the next few months. Was gonna send Stone to take his place, but his head isn't totally in the game, so I'm sending you both. Meeting in my office in half an hour."

I grunted an agreement, then hung up and tossed my phone back onto the little table. Rhiannon and I were becoming solid, but I hated leaving her when things were still new.

"Gotta go, baby," I muttered. "Prez needs me for some club business."

"Okay." She looked up at me, and her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something else, but then she just laid her head on my chest and gave me a tight hug.

"What is it, Rhiannon?"

"Umm…I don't know if I'm allowed to ask."

I fucking loved her sweetness, which was why I was so proud of her for respecting my boundaries with the MC. I didn't ever want her to be tainted by the darker side of club life.

"Nothing wrong with asking, baby. Ask me anything you want, and if I can tell you, I will."

She raised her head, and I felt warmth spread through me over her tender, worried gaze. "I just wanted to know if it's something dangerous."

I traced her jaw with the pad of my finger and smiled gently. "Don't know the details yet, but I gotta be honest, I hate the idea of you worrying about me."

"I'd rather know," she insisted.

Sighing, I curled up into a sitting position and settled her on my lap, straddling me. "I promised I would tell you anything I could, so despite my need to protect you, I'll let you know if something comes up that could go sideways."

Rhiannon's tense shoulders loosened, and she put her arms around my neck. "Thank you," she whispered before giving me a kiss that quickly spiraled out of control.

I was about to pop her onto my dick and watch her ride me until we both exploded in bliss when I remembered that I had to be at a fucking meeting.

"Fuck it," I grumbled before I did exactly what I wanted.

"You're late," Maverick grunted when he joined me in the hallway, and we walked toward the president's office together.

"Check your own watch, jackass."

The VP's mouth curved into a cocky grin. "Molly needed my help with something."

"Guessing it was the same thing Rhiannon needed my help with," I quipped as we entered the office.

"Seriously?" Stone snapped. "You're late because you were fu?—"

"Don't finish that sentence, Stone," Fox interrupted with a scowl. "Unless you want an ass-kicking that would put you in traction for a month."

Stone pressed his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back into the couch he was sitting on.

"You're being more of an asshole than usual," I observed as I took one of the chairs at a small, round table on the opposite side of Fox's desk.

Stone's frown intensified—which wasn't saying much since he was generally in a foul mood—but he didn't say anything.

"He's pissed at me," Fox explained, not sounding nearly as angry as I would have expected.

I raised a brow, and Mav chuffed as he went around the desk and settled himself against the wall just to the left of the prez. "Britta?" he guessed.

Stone growled, and it suddenly clicked into place. Britta and her mother had come to us a couple of years ago. They were on the run from someone and needed to disappear. It had been clear that Britta had caught Stone's attention, and it had been hard to miss the sparks between them, but she'd been barely sixteen at the time.

Fox had taken care of the details, and mother and daughter were soon gone without a trace. Stone had petitioned Fox to let him have their information so he could watch out for them, but Fox had turned him down every time.

Stone couldn't see it for the wise move it was. Fox didn't want his presence bringing attention to the pair or risking that Britta would notice him and blow her cover trying to see him.

"She's eighteen," Stone snapped.

"And we still haven't eliminated the threat to them," Mav argued. "As soon as we do and it's safe for them, you'll have their location."

Stone unfolded his arms, and his hands curled into fists as he rested them on his knees. "I protect what's mine."

"Enough," Fox barked. "Do not question my orders, Stone. I've let you get away with a lot of shit when it involved Britta because I understand your frustration. But if you take it too far, I'll have your patch. Understood?"

Stone watched him warily for a moment, then nodded and tried to relax.

Fox jerked his chin up and down with finality, then turned to face his computer. "An informant just passed along word of an auction he's heard about. Gave us a time and location, but he wasn't sure how accurate the intel is."

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Same motherfuckers?" Stone asked.

"Looks like it."

We'd been stalking a trafficking ring for a few months, but every time we got close, they were gone—along with the girls—by the time we arrived. With every miss, the need for blood grew. When we finally found those pathetic excuses for human beings, they were gonna know what pain truly felt like.

"Where did the information come from?" I asked since our informants had been less than reliable in the past.

"Wouldn't tell me," Fox grunted. "But he was adamant that it was accurate. Never seen him so determined to have me believe him."

"Inside man?" Mav suggested.

Fox shrugged and scrubbed his hands over his face. "No fucking clue. But if we don't take these assholes down this time, heads are gonna roll. I will bring in every informant, every person who ever gave us even the slightest inkling that they knew something or might have been involved. By the time we're done with them, they'll be spilling every fucking secret they have."

"Details?" I asked.

"New York. In the port district." He handed me a slip of paper, and I glanced at it to see a date, time, and address.

"That's over a thirteen-hour drive," I grumbled.

"Gives me time to touch base with Nic." Nic DeLuca was a friend of Fox's and the head of the New York Mafia. "His organization has been after the same group, so I asked him to do some digging into the accuracy of the tip. And no one will know you two."

I understood his method and how important this was, but I was frustrated that I had to leave Rhiannon for what would probably be at least a week. The auction date was still several days out, but we had to leave now to do reconnaissance and meet with Nic, as well as his counterpart in the Irish mob. Then who knew how long it would take to clean up the mess.

"We'll have our eyes on your woman," Mav assured me. "She'll be protected."

I nodded and stood to leave.

"Viper."

I twisted my head to look at Fox over my shoulder. But I had to spin around fast when he threw something at me.

Leather landed in my hands, and I unfolded the heap and held it up.

Despite my shit mood, a smile creased my face.

It was a woman's vest. On the back was the Iron Rogues logo and the words "Property of Viper."