The creaking of the stairwell door signals someone’s behind me, but I don’t give a fuck who it is. I’m busy and I’m not gonna stop. I bring my hand between us and locate her hardened nub, toying with her clit, knowing if her head gets distracted for a moment, she might not get a release and I want that for her. Hell, I want it for myself too. What can I say, I’m a selfish bastard?
“Ricochet, Boss wants you in her office,” Cowboy’s voice comes from above and I keep thrusting into her, my balls slap against her wet pussy.
“I’ll be up in a few,” I tell Cowboy, focusing on Venom as much as I can right now.
Footsteps come down the stairwell and I see a black shadow in my peripheral. “She said now.”
I glance over to Cowboy. “Give me a fuckin’ minute, man, will you?”
Cowboy smirks once he realizes who it is I’m fuckin’ and walks back upstairs, not botherin’ hidin’ his amusement. The second I hear the door click shut I slam my lips against hers and fuck her like she’s a whore at the brothel, slamming into her pussy as hard as I can, flickin’ that clit of hers until she’s squirming against the wall.
My balls tighten and she begins to meet my movements, wantin’ her release as much as I do. I grind my cock inside her until warmth starts shooting down my cock and fuck if I don’t try holding my seed in me until she’s done, wantin’ it to stay up inside her instead of bein’ shot out, but I can’t hold it back any longer. My seed comes shooting out, coating her walls, staining her insides.
“Fuck,” I groan, catchin’ my breath as I lower her to the floor. Sweat beads against her forehead and she tries to catch her breath too, probably takin’ in everything we just did. Little does she know the type of shit we’re about to do. I have a fuckin’ pair of handcuffs upstairs with her name on them.
“I . . . I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” Venom immediately tells me.
I want to grab her by the back of the neck and tell her we’re not ruining everything, but I just fucked her in the stairwell and told her I was in fuckin’ love with her, so I might wanna give her some damn time to process. So, instead I stare into her eyes and tell her the God’s honest truth, “The only thing we’re doin’ here Showoff is startin’ what we should’ve a long damn time ago.” I pick up my jeans and pull them up, buckle my belt and start to head up the stairs, but I stop and turn, look right at her and make a promise I intend on following through, “And don’t think we’re done yet. We’re not.” Rushing up the stairs I head to Boss’ office and see what the hell she needs from me.
Knocking on the door lightly she calls from the other side and tells me to come through, and I push the door open and walk inside. Boss is now smiling like a devil and I know she’s about to make some sly remark, she always has to say somethin’, and I know she will ‘cause she’s poked shit about Venom and me before.
“Only took you two what, nine years to get this far?” she says, and Cowboy chuckles lightly to himself, sittin’ on the couch across from her desk.
“I know for a fact you didn’t bring me in here to talk about Venom, so what is it?” I state, preferring to get back to Venom sooner rather than later.
Boss releases a laugh and nods. “You know we do some work for the Irish?”
I nod.
“We’re going to be expanding some of the work we do for them, running drugs and dispensing it to dealers. We’re not going to be getting a cut of sales, but more of a delivery fee. I’m not getting the club deep into Irish business if we don’t have to. It’d only cause problems with the Italians, or the others.”
“You know I don’t know much about everything here in New York, but I’ve heard the Steele family are cousins to the Mackenzies, is that true?” Cowboy questions.
Boss clears her throat and answers him, “Yes, the Mackenzies are the top of the Irish food chain. The Steele family are Fiona O’Dea’s children, except Madigan Steele, of course. However, Fiona has no O’Dea blood in her. She was adopted by Colin’s father, so there is no true blood relation between the O’Deas and the Steeles.” I don’t think it matters Fiona’s adopted. The Irish put family over everything and at the end of the day while she isn’t a blood born O’Dea, she’s still one of them.
“Did you hear rumors of Vinny Falcone going missing a few years ago, after he was dating the bastard Steele sister?” Cowboy questions, obviously wanting to know more.
Boss gives him a nod. “I have heard those rumors but I can’t speak on them. They don’t have anything to do with us.”
“The Falcone family is still prominent here in New York, are they not?” Cowboy asks, and I look to Boss. It’s better she answers these questions.
“They run Manhattan, we’re in Queens. So far, so good, so how about you don’t meddle into my club business and you worry about your own club.” Boss’s tone comes out laced with poison. She’s not happy and everyone in the room can see it right now. Cowboy’s the president for the Calgary, Canada charter of the Iron Vex MC, and he’s with Boss in a romantic aspect, so he’s back and forth quite a bit.
Cowboy scoffs and says somethin’ under his breath, but I don’t pay too much attention to it. It’s not my job to get in the middle of shit between them. He ends up walkin’ past me and leaves the office. As the door clicks shut, I speak up again, “Liam give you this job or Desmond?” I’m only asking because I’m curious.
“Liam, why?”
“Just wondered if the old man finally passed the baton over to his eldest, seems like that happened.”
“Yes, it appears so. Now, getting back to business. Liam’s sending them over on ships, so we’ll have to go to the port after the inspections and get the product. Then we’ll disburse it for the Irish to their dealers, and at that point we’ll be paid the remainder of our delivery fee.”
“Okay, sounds good. Why you pulling me in here for it though?”
Boss raises her brows. “Ricochet, I want you to take lead on this.”
Shit. Boss hasn’t asked me to take lead on any project, ever. “Cool, anything else I need to know?”
“Not really. The O’Dea family is going to be getting the same product since they run Boston. They’ll end up working with a club closer to them though. Liam has asked that I reach out to some allies up north, however, we don’t have any at this time. All of our allies are to the south.”
Now, I might not be the best dude when it comes to intuition . . . but I got a good damn feelin’ a lot of the reason Boss and Cowboy have been gettin’ into spats lately is because he goes away for weeks at a time. Not only is it impacting their relationship, but it’s affecting their daughter, Destiny, too. “I have an idea. One that might solve the problem you’re having . . . if you’re open to hearing it.”
Boss furrows her brows and gives me a nod., “If it’s a good idea, I’d be glad to. I’m always open to suggestions.”
“Calgary isn’t really doin’ shit for us, right, I mean profit wise they’ve been costin’ us money and they have some issues up there anyway with the police. Why not bring them into Boston and set up a charter there? That way everyone from Calgary has a place to go, and they have fuckin’ income. Not to mention, Cowboy would only be two or three hours away now versus forty hours.”