“Come on,” Wes says, standing.
“But—”
“You need to relax,” he lowers his voice so only our table can hear, “and I can help with that.”
Quinn snorts, throwing me an amused look.
“Wes, I don’t think now is a good time to fool around.”
He snags my arm and gently tugs me to my feet. “There’s nothing we can do to help them, but I can’t sit here for a second longer, watching you drive yourself crazy and staring at your cell phone.”
“I just…”
“I know, I’m worried too. It’s been a long day. Let’s go somewhere quiet and… relax.”
“Fine.” I concede. “We can go to Dane’s room.” I take his hand and don’t even look back as I lead him down the hall.
We enter Dane’s room and I instantly wrap my arms around myself, suppressing a shiver.
“Hey, he’s going to be okay.” He steps up to me and runs his hands over my arms.
“You don’t know that,” I say, leaning back against him. Wes nuzzles my neck, kissing me there.
“Let me distract you, princess.” He traces his lips up to my jaw, nipping. His hands slide to my cheek, moving me where he wants me, and then he’s kissing me—hot, wet kisses that make my knees buckle.
I manage to turn in his arms, clutching his t-shirt and anchoring us closer. But Wes steps away, smirking.
“What the hell, Wes—” I start, but his eyes darken with intent.
“I want you naked and on the bed.” He starts scanning the room—for what, I don’t know. But desire ripples through me, making my pussy throb with anticipation. It feels wrong to be so turned on when Rhett and Dane and our family are out there, in danger. But Wes is right. I need a distraction before I do something reckless like go after them.
“I’m not—”
“On. The. Bed.” He growls the words, moving to Dane’s small dresser to place his cell phone there. When he turns around, he pins me with a dark look that sends shivers racing down my spine. “You’re still clothed.”
“Maybe I want you to undress me.”
His brow lifts. “I’m going to fucking devour you.” Wes stalks toward me and begins tearing at my clothes. My t-shirt goes first, his hands tracing my stomach, gliding up between my breasts and hooking into my bra. I moan when he lowers his head and teases each nipple with his tongue, licking and sucking in a way that has me trembling.
“Wes,” I cry, sliding my fingers into his hair.
He chuckles against my damp skin and rasps. “Get on the bed, Sadie.”
I step backward, sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing up at him. He drops to his knees, carefully removing my sneakers before running his hands up my calves, going higher and higher until his fingers disappear underneath my skirt. He cups my pussy in a total Rhett and Dane move, and I snort.
“Careful, Pretty Boy, or I might start to think you want to be just like them.”
Something simmers in his eyes, but all thoughts melt away as he yanks down my skirt and buries his face between my thighs, licking me over my underwear. It’s so dirty but so fucking good, I fall back onto the mattress and fist the sheets.
Wes practically tears my panties off my body so he can get to my pussy, spearing his tongue deep inside me.
“Jesus,” I breathe, consumed by how good it feels. He laps at me like a man starved.
“I want you to come on my tongue and then my cock,” he demands, replacing his mouth with two thick fingers that rub my walls until I’m clenching around him.
“More,” I cry… “God, more…” I’m almost there, flying toward that magical place where nothing else matters.
Working me with his fingers, Wes greedily circles my clit with his tongue, sucking it and licking it. Another curve of his fingers and I shatter, crying his name and locking my thighs around his head.
With one final kiss to my inner thigh, Wes rises to his feet, yanks off his t-shirt, snaps his belt, and pushes his jeans down slightly to fist himself. “Hands and knees, princess. I want to fuck you from behind.”
I gush at his words, desire already building inside me again as I roll onto my stomach and lift my ass in the air.
His hands trail down my spine and around my hips, yanking me backwards. He runs a finger through the crease of my ass, dipping it inside my pussy and back up. “Maybe I should get this first.” Slowly, he works a finger inside me, just the tip. I rock back, desperate for more.
“Such a greedy girl,” he chuckles, withdrawing his digit. “I think Stray will have something to say if I take your ass first. He seems pretty fascinated with the idea.”
God, why does the idea of it get me so hot?
“Guess I’ll just have to make do with this.” Wes drives into me without warning, so hard I have to fight to keep myself steady.
“Fuck, Sadie,” he grits out, pounding into me without mercy, grazing my cervix with every thrust. It’s fast and hard and everything I need to get out of my own head, until I can think of nothing but the way Wes feels using my body.
“More…” I cry. “I need more.”
He works a finger into my ass again, deeper this time. “I won’t fuck you here,” he groans, “but I’ll get you nice and ready for Stray.” He stretches me, and I feel so full, I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like the first time I take two of them together.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” He works his finger inside me to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Thinking about having two of us, aren’t you?”
“Yes… yes,” I choke out. My hands claw at the sheets as Wes rides my body into complete oblivion. “I’m coming…. fuck, I’m…” Words escape me, turning to mewls of pleasure as another orgasm rocks through me.
“Fuck, Sadie, fuuuuck.” Wes jerks inside of me and collapses onto me.
He presses little kisses to my spine as we both come down from blissful highs.
But as the silence envelops us, the worry creeps back in. Wes must sense it because he rolls to the side and pulls me into his arms.
“It’s going to be okay,” he says, holding me tight.
“Yeah.” I whisper, wanting so badly to believe it.
33
Rhett
My body trembles with anger as the others peel out of the parking lot behind Micky.
“Ready?” Ray asks, shooting me a look over his shoulder.
“Cunt needs to die.”
“Couldn’t agree more. Let’s just hope we’re about to find him then, yeah?”
My teeth grind, my grip tightening on my handlebars until it hurts.
“Let’s ride,” Ray barks, kickstarting his bike and taking off in the opposite direction, the Reapers Road Captain following his tail.
The rumble of the rest of the bikes flows through me, calming me slightly but nowhere near enough.
Creed is playing us, that much is obvious. This intel from Ritz is bullshit. And something tells me that the location we’re heading to is going to be equally as pointless.
Knowing that we have no choice but to check it out, I follow my brothers, and thirty minutes later, we’re pulling up to what looks like an abandoned apartment building just over the Red Ridge border at the other side of town to the first location.