Breathing out in sharp jerky breaths in time with my thrusts, she snakes one arm behind her head, tangling her fingers through my hair until she is holding onto the back of my neck. Her other hand snakes down her front until she finds her clit, playing with it as I pound into her. I begin to thrust harder, hoping that she finds her next orgasm soon, because I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to hold on. Suddenly, her hand drops away from her clit, and the one on my neck tightens as she comes all over my cock with a guttural moan. As she starts to sag, I pump a few more times and then groan through my own release.
I let go of her as she sags forward, letting her slump to the bed, sliding off my softening cock. Pausing for a moment to admire the slumped, naked, sweaty form of the woman in front of me – absolutely spent through two orgasms that my cock delivered – I smirk and then climb to my feet, dressing quickly and leaving the room.
Chapter 6
BRUISER
We fall into something of a routine here in the cottage over the next three days. I wake up, leave some food next to Wren's sleeping form in the attic, and then go for a long, rejuvenating ride. Once I come back, I escort her to the bathroom, then we sit in the attic, facing one another, and I tease her, working her over with my fingers until she tells me something useful, before I let her come. After that first day, I know not to leave her wanting.
I usually make her a sandwich for lunch and leave her to her own devices during the afternoon, which is when I eat my own sandwich and call Aric to tell him what we've learnt. Then I work out, return to the attic to ah… persuade her to share some more information, let her eat some dinner, and then take my leave of her for the night; having a long hot shower to take care of my aching cock, and sleep deeply.
After that first day, I don't fuck her again. It's not necessary to get information from her, and I don't want to get too attached. Not when I know what's coming. She's given up some good stuff. About what she found out by snooping on her daddy; also what she found out from his aide. He’s some clean shaven dick from what she's said about him, who clearly had a crush on her – my deduction, not hers. And he’s told her a bunch of shit while trying to impress his way into her pants. Not sure why he thought convincing her how much her daddy trusted him was going to get him laid, but everyone's got their own kinks. Eventually she's going to run out of information, and her time will be up. But hopefully that's not any time soon.
Day five and I'm down on my knees in front of her, grinding away at her clit with my thumb, two fingers stabbing deep, while she pants and moans in that sexy little way of hers; all the while reciting a conversation she overhead her father having with a guy named Raul. She didn't know who Raul was, but from the sounds of the conversation she heard, he's Raul Menendez. President of the Savage Cobras. A biker gang from San Diego, who move guns and drugs across the Mexican border.
Too late do I hear the door click and all I can do is turn my eyes towards it. Wren doesn't hear it and continues talking, her breath fluttering the way it does when I know she's close to coming. I just watch, my fingers still moving, as the door swings open and Aric and Killer stand there, jaws dropping as she comes on my fingers, her story catching on the word "guns".
'What. The. Fuck?' I hear Killer growl, drawing Wren's attention to the doorway and the two men standing there, staring at us. She squeals and leaps to her feet, knocking my hand out of her jeans. Then she jumps behind me, crouching down and gripping my arm. Glancing down, I can see that she's peering around my tricep, which she's clinging to for dear life, her eyes narrowing in on Killer's face.
'Don't let him hurt me,' she whispers, her voice breaking. I snap my gaze back to Killer, whose eyes track from her to me, a smirk crossing his face. Aric though, he looks like he's going to kill both of us. Rolling my eyes at him, I get to my feet, dragging her up with me. I tug her hand away from my arm and point back to the chair.
'Sit right there and don't move until we get back, you hear?' Wren blanches and nods, Tugging up the zipper of her jeans, she plants herself down on the wooden chair, her hands gripping the armrests, eyes forward, staring at the wall. Aric and Killer step back to let me through, and the door swings shut behind me. As soon as it's shut, Killer begins to speak, but Aric cuts him off with a curt command.
'Downstairs.'
It's absolutely silent in the kitchen, Killer leaning against the counter while Aric stands rigid in the middle of the room. I cross to the fridge, get three beers and pass them out. Once I'm lounging against the fridge, Aric turns his hard gaze on me.
'Care to explain, Griffin?' his voice is ice cold, and deadly quiet. Fuck me; I don't think I've ever seen him look so scary. There's a reason that he's the VP of the club, and it ain't got nothing to do with who his daddy is. I know I'm scarier though, so I just shrug at him, taking a sip of my beer and my sweet time to answer.
'Figured I'd catch more flies with honey than vinegar.' I shrug again, not offering anything more. Aric's mouth compresses to a thin line, while I hear Killer scoffing off to the side. 'Seems to be working too, I'd say,' I offer carelessly and Killer scoffs again.
'You two looked mighty cozy in there,' he grunts. 'Maybe you already knew her and you've been holed up here, feeding us fake information.'
'Anything I give you turn out false?' I ask, casting a glance in his direction that tells him just how unintimidating I find him.
'No, actually,' Aric concedes. 'Everything so far has been right on the money.' His eyes coolly scrutinize me. 'So you haven't hurt her at all? And she's given all this up?' I shrug again, draining my beer.
'Did you not hear her in there when you opened the door? I stick my fingers in her wet cunt and she tells me whatever the fuck I want to know.' I turn, helping myself to another beer, before raising my eyebrows at Aric.
'She looked me dead in the eye the first night she was here and told me to hurt her. Told me to rip her fucking fingernails off, because she was ready to die.' His eyebrows fly up, and he eyes me contemplatively, some of the coolness slipping from his eyes. Killer scoffs again.
'So that's all it takes for the scariest motherfucker in the Wild Hawks to crack. A little girl telling you she wants to be hurt because she's not afraid?'
I can hear the mocking in his tone. Turning my eyes on him, I let my icy blue eyes burn into his brown ones, not saying a word, until he shifts and looks away. That's right motherfucker, you're scared of me. You're all scared of me, so I can do whatever the fuck I want with my guests here. Once he's pussied out and looked away, I turn my attention back to Aric, who is watching me thoughtfully.
'Reckon she's got more to say?' he asks, grabbing my full attention. Fuck yeah she's got more to say.
'Yep,' I nod, fingers tapping a staccato against the brown bottle in my hands. 'She was in the middle of telling me all about a conversation she heard her daddy having with Raul fucking Menendez about him taking over our distribution lines once we’re out of the way.' Aric's brows shoot up again. 'Yeah, apparently he wants to take us down to get the political push he needs to crack the US Senate, but he's not willing to let go of his lucrative side business of taking cuts from illegal operations.' Aric runs his hand through his hair and downs his beer.