Outcasts MC (Complete Series), page 20
“Now, I work on getting him out of there,” Dax said. “The sheriff has to know he can’t hold Otis there forever, not when they planted the drugs in the clubhouse. But we need to get him out of there before the sheriff can convince him to say anything.” He paused. “Maybe you should come with me on this one.”
I blinked in surprise. Sure, Otis was our father. But this was also club business that Dax was asking me to be part of. Otis probably wouldn’t have wanted me to have any part in this, so it was kind of flattering that Dax asked me to come along with him.
Still, I looked down at my watch and grimaced. The afternoon was rapidly sliding into evening, the diner filling up with more and more dinner customers, and I needed to get back to the coffee shop. It would have been one thing if I couldn’t make one of the afternoon mini-dates that Brea and I had been having. But it was another thing to blow her off when she had asked me to swing by after the shop was closed. I could picture her sitting there waiting for me to show up, realizing as it grew later and later that I wasn’t going to show. And then flicking off the lights, grabbing her things, and heading home alone.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
“I think it’s probably better for you to go on your own,” I told Dax. “I might say something stupid.”
Dax rolled his eyes. “I might say something stupid,” he said. He shrugged. “Might be good to have you there, though. You might notice something I would miss. Isn’t that why you’ve been working with Victor, after all?”
I snorted but shook my head. “I have somewhere I need to be,” I admitted.
Dax looked mildly curious at that, but he merely nodded. Still, I felt a little guilty. I should be there for the club. I should be committed. And part of being committed was helping to get the MC’s president out of jail, but I couldn’t help feeling like that wasn’t my main focus at the moment.
Even after so many years of waiting around on the outside, trying to get into the club, maybe Otis was right, and I didn’t have what it took.
It was easy to put those thoughts out of my mind as I arrived at the coffee shop, though. Brea let me in, locking the door behind us, a sly smile on her face. I shook my head; I just couldn’t get over how sexy she was. She grabbed my hips, pulling me along with her, back to the couches in the corner. “You’ve been hinting at it all week, but I want to hear you say it. Just how bad are you, Kane?” she asked in a breathy voice.
I grinned at her, grinding my clothed body against hers. It felt like we had been building toward this for the whole week, like this was the natural conclusion. And I had to admit, with all this inner turmoil, it would feel good to get a little release.
“Put it this way,” I told Brea, “I just left a bunch of police at work.”
Brea’s eyes flickered darker, a clear hunger in her gaze. “Tell me more,” she demanded, grabbing my shirt and pulling me even closer to her.
I flashed her a dangerous grin and sealed my lips against hers.
10
Brea
I spent the whole afternoon working myself up into a frenzy as I thought about all the ways that this evening could go. It was my place, my coffee shop. I could turn this night into whatever I wanted it to be. It could be sweet and sensual. I could order takeout, and we could cuddle together, getting to know more about one another.
On the one hand, it felt like that was what I should want.
But at the same time, there was a deeper need inside of me that needed satisfying. Kane was dangerous, was he? How bad could he be? My mind was flooded with images of his naked body over mine, pressing me down into the plush, faux-leather couch in the corner. With all the blinds open on the front windows and the only light that which spilled in from the streetlamps outside, we’d move against one another in shadowy blurs, but we’d be visible if anyone paused to look inside for too long.
Would he fuck slowly into me or slam into me again and again, treading that fine line between pleasure and pain? Either way would leave me breathless, I was sure.
After hours of contemplating it, I couldn’t hold back anymore. The minute I had him in the store, I was dragging him back toward the couch, tearing his clothes off him. His tattoos really did spill all across his chest and beyond, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. I ran my fingers along them, grinning up at Kane, and he captured my lips in another heated kiss.
His fingers were no less insistent than mine as he tugged my dress up over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I knew I was going to spend the next week blushing as I glanced over at this couch in the corner. I knew that doing something like this in my place of work was reckless if nothing else. But hell if that didn’t make it even hotter.
I undid the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper slowly down, revealing the bulge in his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around it, while he cupped my breasts in his fingers, dragging his thumbs across my rose-colored nipples. I gasped and leaned into his touch, feeling my body prickle with pleasure and desire.
Clad in only his underwear, he pushed me back toward the couch, pushing me down, his lips chasing my skin. He raked his teeth across my breast as I shivered and clung to him, my body already arching needfully with every new sensation of pleasure.
Kane paused when he reached the tribal tattoo that spilled down my side. I had gotten it when I was just a teenager, an act of rebellion even though as far as I knew, my father still didn’t know about it since it was hidden beneath my clothes anytime I wasn’t at the beach. There were things I would have changed about it if I were getting it now, but all the same, it was a part of my history, right there on my body.
Now, Kane traced those lines with his tongue, and my skin flashed first hot and then cold, goosebumps erupting across my overly sensitive skin. He grinned up at me as his kisses slid lower across my body, down past my navel and to the crook between my legs.
I hadn’t entirely planned on this happening today, but I was wearing a nice pair of lacey black panties. Kane dragged his tongue along the fabric, and I could feel the heat and sensation through the flimsy material. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he repeated the motion, this time with his teeth, lightly grazing them along my pleasure zone.
Kane pushed my panties to the side and plunged his tongue into my waiting hole, licking at my walls, his lusty gaze still locked on my face. It didn’t escape my mind that we were still partially dressed, as though we couldn’t even spend the time to get our underwear off before having sex. There was something so dirty about that, this infatuation that was so desperate and needy. No, there was no way I could ever look at this couch again without blushing.
Kane slowly began to work his mouth back on the long path up my body, but he didn’t leave me empty and wanting, instead pushing his fingers past the lace and into my slickness, his calloused pads dragging against my velvety skin. He wasn’t even inside of me yet, and I was already breathless and whimpering.
His teeth flashed in the light from the streetlamps as he grinned down at me, finally hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging them slowly down my legs. He dropped them very deliberately to the floor and then followed with his boxers. I wrapped my legs around his body, urging him closer until the head of his prick was pressing up against my tight, needy hole.
Kane grabbed his manhood in his fist and ground against me, his tip pressing hotly against my clit. It was so good, but all the same, it wasn’t enough. Kane seemed to get that, though. He tore open a condom that had materialized from somewhere, and I watched as he rolled it down his long, smooth length. My eyes fell shut as he unexpectedly pushed the entirety of his rod into my body, slamming his hips against mine, making heat coil in my belly as his name fell from my lips.
There was no gentleness about him as he fucked my wet pussy with hard, quick movements, and somehow, it was exactly what I needed, just what my body craved. He pressed me down into the couch with every thrust, reminding me where we were. I felt a hot blush spread across my skin as I thought of how wanton this was, asking him to come over to my store after the workday was done, barely making it the ten feet to the couch before tearing one another’s clothes off and letting him down between my legs.
He caught those legs in a tight grip, pressing them back until I was practically folded in half. At this angle, he could hit deeper inside of me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as ecstasy took hold of me. I spun through a whirlwind orgasm, and he continued to peg into me the whole while, until I was practically sobbing at the intensity of the sensations.
I could feel the exact instant he came as well, his body stilling suddenly against mine, his cock twitching inside of me as he spurted wave after wave of hot seed into the condom. He ran his hands down my sides, and I trembled as one final wave of pleasure cascaded through me.
For a long time, we lay tangled like that on the couch, both trying to catch our breath again. When Kane finally pulled his face from the crook of my neck, he was grinning at me. I grinned right back at him. “So I’ll see you Monday?” I asked, a hopeful note in my voice.
Because I didn’t want this to be just a one-time thing, not after that. After that brilliant, glorious, earth-shattering orgasm. I wanted to let him have me again and again. Maybe he was dangerous; maybe he wasn’t the kind of guy that I should get involved with. But surely there was no harm in fucking one another’s brains out on a regular basis? Maybe that was just what I needed right now.
Kane was shaking his head, though, and I had to fight to keep the disappointment from showing on my face. Just a one-time thing, then. It was surprising he had spent so long getting to know me, dropping by the coffee shop every day that week, for just a one-off fuck. But maybe that was just his game. Maybe that was part of what made him so dangerous.
It turned out I had misunderstood the shake of his head, though. “Monday is too far away,” he growled.
I laughed giddily. “So?”
“I’m busy tomorrow, but I can make something happen for Sunday,” Kane promised. He reached out and grabbed my phone off the floor, where it must have fallen out of the pocket of my dress. “Now you have my number,” he said, handing it over to me.
I couldn’t stop myself from cradling the phone against my chest as Kane pulled away, already grabbing his clothes. He watched me as he did up the button on his jeans, an unmistakable heat still there in his gaze.
“Sunday,” I agreed, smiling up at him.
He came back to the couch, bending down and kissing me with surprising tenderness before leaving me alone in the coffee shop, still trying to catch my breath after the heat of our passion. My mind was a whirl of chaos. I knew I shouldn’t be with him, that he was dangerous, that he could just as easily hurt me as make love to me.
But as I lay boneless on the couch in the corner of the coffee shop, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Sunday.
11
Kane
I met Victor at a nondescript diner on Saturday afternoon, since meeting at the clubhouse wasn’t a good idea at the moment. I wondered what he wanted to talk about. Something to do with Otis? He had sounded pretty grim on the phone, though, so I hoped not. Besides, I thought that Dax was the one handling the Otis matter.
Victor sure looked unhappy as he slid into the booth across from me, but I waited until after we had ordered before confronting him. “What’s going on?” I asked. I hoped he couldn’t hear how nervous I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about how if something happened to Otis, if he got put behind bars, the whole organization could very well fall apart. Who would take over in his stead?
Or what if the sheriff put us all behind bars? I hadn’t done anything terrible as part of the Outcasts, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know about some of the things that members of the club had done. Plus, there was that member of the Savages I killed. I was pretty sure Dax and I had covered that up well enough that no one would ever find out, but maybe I was underestimating the sheriff and his desire to lock us up.
“I was doing more research into our attorney,” Victor said in a low tone, glancing around to make sure there was no one close enough to overhear us. “Specifically, I was looking into some of his former cases. And wouldn’t you know, he once defended the leader of the Savages.”
“Fuck,” I said in surprise. I sat back, staring at Victor and thinking furiously about what that could mean for us. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe the Savages were the ones he was looking for protection from. But that could start a veritable war between the Outcasts and the Savages if we had to rough up or kill any of their men who went after the attorney.
But then again, if the defense attorney had once defended the leader of the Savages and he still wasn’t in jail, it was pretty safe to assume our attorney had managed to get him off on whatever charges had been brought against him. In which case, the Savages would have no reason to go after him.
Unless he knew something they didn’t want him to know. Maybe he was a liability now.
More likely, though, I realized, was that he was somehow still involved with the Savages. In which case, there was no doubt about it: he was trying to take us down. Even if he wasn’t actively attacking us or anything, he might be trying to feed information to the Savages. Information they could use to come after us.
Whatever the case, it seemed pretty fishy. “Is this one of those times when you refuse to protect someone?” I asked.
“Otis is the one who makes the final decision on all of that,” Victor said. “But we need to go to him with this information. Dax got him out on bail last night, so he’s back at home, at least. We need to tell him as soon as possible, though. It’s been another week of surveillance, so I know he was planning on giving the attorney a decision soon.”
I nodded at him. We finished up our food and headed to the house.
Otis gave me a look when we walked into the living room. “About time you showed up,” he said. He looked over at Dax, whom he had apparently been talking to before we arrived. “It was good to know I had at least one son who was there to bail me out.”
I didn’t say anything, but my hands clenched into fists. It wasn’t like I could tell him I had something else planned for last night. He’d want to know what it was that was so important that I had to do that rather than bail him out of jail. And if he knew I’d been with Brea, well.
I refused to feel guilty about that, though. If I had been there, Otis probably would have bitched about how he only needed one son to bail him out, thank you very much. And besides, it was hard to regret having sex with Brea. No, last night had been good. She’d been so eager and ready, practically begging me to have her. I hadn’t held back, and I could tell she hadn’t, either. Afterward, I felt sated in a way I’d never felt with anyone else.
Not that I didn’t want to see her again, though. I was glad to hear we were on the same page there.
I was still trying to figure out what we could do the next day. Did I dare risk seeing her outside the coffee shop? Knowing we could be found out that way, and knowing I could be putting her in danger? I wasn’t sure. If we were discreet, there had to be a way. I just had to think of the perfect plan.
“Did something happen with the attorney?” Otis asked Victor, changing the subject away from my faults as a son.
Victor grimaced. “Nothing happened, but I did learn something interesting about him,” he said. “Apparently he defended the leader of the Savages at one point.”
Otis swore. “So it is a setup,” he said.
“It looks that way,” Victor agreed grimly. “My bet is that he’s in their pockets, even if he’s not actively a member of the club. But to be honest, with the clientele he pulls, I’d be surprised to find out that he wasn’t actually a member of the Savages, knowing this.”
“He could be,” Otis agreed. “Like you said, it’s safe to at least assume he’s getting paid by the Savages to get in with us. That would explain why you’re having such a hard time finding any information on who he’s worried might be after him.”
“Exactly,” Victor said, nodding. “I am still wondering if the sheriff is involved in all of this, though. The Savages might be trying to set us up so that the sheriff can go after us. I wouldn’t put it past the sheriff to be working with the Savages. Especially not after the drug plant.”
“Those drugs could have been planted by the Savages too,” Dax said slowly. “We know that they deal.”
“How would they have gotten into the clubhouse, though?” I asked in surprise.
Dax shrugged. “We haven’t been there much lately,” he pointed out. “What with the sheriff showing up at random times, we’ve all been keeping our distance. It would have been easy enough for them to watch the place, figure out a time when none of us was there, and go in to plant the drugs.”
We all sat there for a moment in silence, contemplating that.
“I’ll look into it,” Victor finally said. “If the Savages were behind it, someone must know something. And I’ll keep looking into the attorney and see if I can figure out who’s paying his bills and what the real motive was. I’d love to get to the very bottom of all of this.”
“Good,” Otis said, nodding approvingly. “I’ll set up a meeting with the leader of the Savages too. See if I can get him to meet with us tomorrow. I know they’re hungry for territory, but planting drugs in another MC’s clubhouse is a pretty low blow. Maybe we can settle this like men.”
He stared right at me. “Of course, I’ll need everyone there for the meeting. If things go south, I don’t want to be outnumbered by them.”
Dax and Victor were both nodding. I couldn’t help but clench my fingers into fists again. He was looking right at me while he said that, a very pointed comment. Like he didn’t expect me to show up.
“I’ll be there,” I bit out, standing up and stalking out of there before I could let my anger get the better of me and say something I would regret. Why couldn’t he have a little faith in me? I wanted to be part of this club, I really did.
