"Prez, we're rolling out," Kai interrupts. He's strapped to the nines, a wild gleam in his eyes.
"Be safe."
"Don't worry, Princess. I’ve got his back."
Twenty-Three
Alec
Two hours later…
Carnage everywhere. The fuckers had no clue we were coming. Halo shut their camera down, and we infiltrated their shithole club. Half of them didn’t even have time to reach for their weapons. Kai went in with AK-47, lighting the place up like a warzone. Lucky for us, their club is way out in the sticks—not a lot of people around to hear their pleas for life. Koyn went in with a knife slicing and fucking dicing causing pain turning the place into a bloodbath. Motherfucker had cause and the devil riding his back. But Magna is a slippery fuck. There was no sign of him.
Koyn comes marching from the back rooms, a naked female over his shoulder, ass in the air, pussy on display for all to fucking see.
“Spoils of war?” Kai asks, eyes wide, tongue almost dropping to his chin.
My blade is under his chin in a heartbeat, the vein in his neck jumping. “We ain’t about that shit. Never let a thought like that cross your perverted fucking mind again or I’ll drain you and dump you with the rest of the filth.”
When we get outside, Koyn loads the girl into a truck and peels out of the lot.
“The girl?” I ask Copper, watching his taillights fade from sight.
“She looks like Blaire, his kid.”
Well…shit. I point to the massacre behind us. “You want the bodies to leave a message?”
“No. Burn it to ash.” Good fucking choice.
After showering the blood from my skin, I find Drew working the bar, the place buzzing with adrenaline-filled bastards wanting to party into the early hours. It’s late, and although we didn’t get Magna, I feel good about putting down the Demon club. They were rapists and murdering filth. My hands aren’t clean of blood, but I don’t rape and kill women for sport.
“Thanks for hosting us tonight. Your loyalty and backup tonight won’t be forgotten.” Copper pats my shoulder, handing me a bottle of beer. “She your ol’ lady?” he asks, watching me watch Drew.
“She’s my everything.” I smirk, clinking my bottle with his and taking a mouthful. My hand strangles the neck when one of the visitors grabs Drew’s ass as she attempts to walk past him. Copper tenses beside me, feeding off my energy. “Let me deal with that,” he says. I grab his arm, stopping him from moving, and jerk my chin for him to keep watching. Spinning around, Drew raises her leg and kicks out with her foot, crushing straight into his junk. He howls, falling forward, cupping his junk, and she grabs his head and slams it down on her knee. “Don’t fucking touch me, asshole,” she barks. Loud roars of laughter ring out. My muscles loosen, the rage pumping through my veins easing with every step she gets closer toward me. “I like her,” Copper announces with pride. Yeah, buddy, me fucking too.
The night fades to morning. Everyone’s either passed out or fucking in their rooms, the halls, bathrooms. I sit at my desk, watching Drew undress. “Did you find out if it was a Demon committing the murders?” she yawns, utterly unaware of how fucking stunning she is in her cotton panties and nothing else. My cock is rock hard, gagging to be buried balls deep inside her.
“Come here,” I tell her, crooking my finger. She bites her lip, eyes dipping to the bulge in my jeans.
She saunters across the room, standing between my spread legs. I splay my hand up her stomach, feeling her breath as it hitches from my contact.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You know that, right?”
“I’m perfect for you.” She rolls her eyes.
“You’re perfect to me, for me. I fucking love you so much, it makes my chest ache.” Her pretty mouth parts, her palm skating over my forearm, holding on. “I love you too.” She swallows, her glassy eyes shining. I move my hand down her body, hooking my fingers into her panties and slipping them down her thighs. “Step out, baby,” I urge her, then drink her in before propping her ass on the edge of my desk.
Lifting her foot, I place it on the arm of my chair and grip her thighs, spreading her open for me. Her scent is intoxicating, sending me fucking wild. I kiss the delicate skin there, then drag my tongue up the seam of her pussy, separating her pretty lips, tasting her. Moaning, she arches her back, her hand gripping my hair, guiding me.
Flicking my tongue over her clit, I suck, kiss, massage with my tongue, until she’s writhing, panting for more. “I need more,” she pleads. I push her chest down until she’s flat on her back, my tongue still lapping her pussy. Unbuttoning my jeans, my cock springs free, seeking out her heat. Replacing my tongue with the pad of my thumb working her clit, I line my cock up with her wet hole and push in deep.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. Her hands move to her tits. She kneads them, sweat coating her skin as pure fucking lust and need override everything else. Tight walls contract around my dick, demanding more. I thrust hard, rocking the table, gripping her hip, forcing her down on me as I push forward. Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, I fuck her raw, feeling everything she is. I circle her clit until she’s sobbing, shaking, her toes curling. “Alec, I’m coming. Fuck yes, I’m coming,” she cries, her pussy pulsing, milking my release with hers. When my legs gain their blood back I scoop her up and take her to our bed to draw a few more orgasms from her.
Twenty-Four
Drew
My mouth is so dry, it feels gross closing it. Pulling on one of Alec’s T-shirts and my panties, I creep from the room, dodging a couple of passed out bikers in the lounge. Pushing into the kitchen, I gasp, my heart thundering. “What the hell are you doing in the dark?” I wince, flicking the light on, and stare open-mouthed at Heidi bent over the counter, her round belly hanging over the edge, her elbows propping her up, panties around her ankles, and the beautiful biker Halo behind her, his dick buried deep. I didn’t even know she was here. Mason left before anyone even got back. Silence falls over the room. My mouth unhinged at the sight of them. This is awkward as hell. “Don’t you have a room?” I rush out. And a husband?
“Drew,” she breathes, eyes expanding, lips forming an O. She seems stunned to see me.
“You wanna pull out or just keep going?” I ask the man staring over at me, his jaw clenched. Moving away from her, his dick slaps his fucking thigh as he pulls out, drawing my eyes to it. Oh my fucking God. It’s a stereotype to say black men have big cocks, but, in this case, holy-mother-of-fucking-God. It looks like an eggplant. “What are you doing here?” Heidi asks, pulling up her panties with difficulty, her protruding stomach causing her grief. Surely Mason mentioned me being home.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“It’s not what it looks like,” she rushes out.
“Well…” Halo holds his hands up, which screams, “Kinda is.” He tucks his cock away, and I sigh in relief. I’m going to be walking bowlegged just from seeing his manhood.