And it’s for this reason I give his hardness a nice squeeze before I dash away and add over my shoulder, “Talk to the ass, sexy.” And I smack my own ass.
His rumble of laughter hits me straight in the chest. I quickly wave my hand in front of my face to get rid of all the emotions flowing through me. Seems I have my man back, and I know I have Greta to thank for it.
I don’t even care what she’s involved in or how suspicious her behavior is. Alfie and I have never been fully intrigued by the same woman. Desire to have random pussy in between us? Sure. We’re both man enough to admit the sweet feel of sliding your dick into tight pussy is awesome, but feeling it while having it tightened by another dick? Mind-blowing.
It’s also the reason the feeling of incompletion must be solved by adding a woman to our relationship. Not just any woman; Greta. She doesn’t back down from Alfie’s dirty remarks, joins in playful banter, and hasn’t run away screaming. I’m going to make sure she’ll be our woman.
“Joaquin.” Weston nods and lifts his cup of coffee.
There’s a rumble of voices and in stroll Decker, Roper, Garrett, and Alfie.
“Have a seat,” Alfie says and sits in one of the chairs, hooking his cane on the table to keep it close. “Coffee?” he asks me with a raised eyebrow.
I should say, “Yes, add some sugar for me, hun.” And plant my ass on a chair too. But the truth is…I like caring for others and to make them feel good, it gives me satisfaction in return. It’s why I make my hands busy and hand everyone a cup before I join them with some tea for myself.
“She’s too clean,” Decker states. “And I’m not getting the full background details on paper you told me about. There are no other family members named Greta who she inherited the name from like she mentioned to you. I think this woman is undercover but spilled personal shit by accident. Which means she’s a rookie or she might not like her job all that much.”
“Fuck,” Alfie grunts while my heart sinks. “And to think she told me right to my face she was an agent, but I thought she meant before she was a caregiver.”
Weston checks his watch. “I expect a text message any minute from the prospect we put on her.”
“I have information from a buddy of mine at the FBI,” Decker states. “But this needs to stay between us.”
We all nod. I know I’m the odd one out at this table since all these men are brothers through the MC they’re all a part of. I’m not a biker and other than being with Alfie, I have no connection. Through the years I’ve earned my place, though. Trust and loyalty are what we’re all made of and it’s the reason why I’m sitting at this table among them; fully accepted.
Decker leans back and lets out a rough sigh. “Our MC is under investigation. DEA. He couldn’t say anything else but it’s safe to say we have an undercover DEA agent nosing around in our MC.”
“Motherfucker,” Roper grumbles.
Garrett curses while Alfie is locking eyes with me. Unbelievable. The woman who has been around us for the last few days has been lying to us and trying to put us in jail? Oh, gosh. They don’t think I have anything to do with it, do they?
I feel my eyes widen but Alfie slowly shakes his head. “Breathe, boy. You don’t have anything to do with opening our home to the DEA. You might have hired her but she showed up on our doorstep responding to a job opening you placed through a legit company.”
Decker snorts. “As if. You’re a big ol’ softhearted, loyal man, Joaquin. We know you wouldn’t have anything to do with it. The DEA is smart and took the opportunity of the job opening you guys had. And they’re targeting Alfie for some reason.”
“Not just some reason,” Weston says as he places his empty mug back on the table. “It doesn’t require a high IQ to wonder why, since we’re clean as fuck. Up until the day before Alfie got shot.”
“Deranged Hounds MC,” Garrett grumbles. “Those fuckers didn’t have their shit in order. The rats who stole money and property, this is a backfire from all of that, right?”
“I was the one whose name is linked through the property I sold to Deranged Hounds in order for them to back off and leave Kadence, Colt’s old lady, alone.” Alfie groans. “That’s the link. Kadence is Rowen’s sister. Rowen is now the president and is trying to steer the club into legal shit but it might not be quick enough. And for us to be infiltrated? Fucking hell, this is bad.”
Weston shakes his head. “We don’t have anything to hide. They might think we’re in the same shady shit, but we’re not. You selling property to Rowen for one fucking dollar might have triggered the DEA to get the idea our MCs are in bed together.”
Fuckety-fuck. Sounds logical. Kadence is tied to Deranged Hounds MC since she was born into it. Her father was the president until he was killed by a few of his own men. Rats who stole money and somehow the property which was their clubhouse. They lost a lot and with Rowen becoming the new president, he needed a new VP.
That asshole Cannon–the one who shot Alfie–thought he would become the new VP. And since he had the hots for Kadence, Rowen promised him his sister to keep her close to the MC. It’s a whole bucket full of craziness because Kadence and Rowen’s mother committed suicide on the day of their father’s funeral.
Kadence came running here since her best friend is Mayven, Colt’s sister. Colt fell in love with Kadence and wanted to offer Rowen a deal; money and new property to save their MC. Rowen accepted Colt’s claim before they offered him a deal so the whole money and property aspect was a bonus.
Cannon didn’t accept his president’s order and went rogue. He came here, guns blazing, in an effort to take Kadence. It resulted in his death and getting Alfie shot. And now yet again it all blows back on us.
Oh, lordy, I say us because I’m a part of this MC and their problems are mine too. I accepted it the day I accepted Alfie’s claim. And it sucks big freaking monkey balls to find out Greta is an undercover agent because I really thought she was the one for Alfie and me.
A big hand covers my thigh underneath the table and gives me a hard squeeze, bringing me back to the discussion at hand. “How would you like to handle this, Prez? I hate to say it, but the woman is the reason why I got my ass out of bed every morning the past few days.”
Garrett chuckles. “I thought you guys wanted her in bed…along with you instead of getting out of it.”
Alfie’s hand on my thigh keeps me in place. The man flawlessly knows when my body is tense and I’m about to blow. But I’m also not surprised by the anger in Alfie’s voice when he says, “Watch it, Garrett. The woman hasn’t done anything wrong yet.”
“Except lie and stroll into our MC under false pretenses,” Roper mutters.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Roper. The rookie is doing her fucking job, have some respect.” I shoot a thankful smile at Decker who just stood up for Greta.
Even if I feel betrayed, Decker speaks the truth; Greta is just doing her job.
Weston crosses his arms in front of his chest. “What if you two woo her? Try to find out if she’ll spill the beans and work from there. If she closes up and stays away? Nice job too. We have nothing to hide and for sure as fuck we’re not going to warn Rowen. I want all connections severed until this shit is cleared up. And Roper? Talk to Colt. Even if Kadence hates her brother right now, I want to make sure there is no contact at all. Understood?”