Devil's Ride (Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV #3) - Nikki Landis Page 0,25

When I felt my orgasm close in, I knew I wasn’t ready yet. Pulling out, I leaned down and kissed her.

“Roll over, baby. I want to fuck you on all fours.”

Trish gave me a naughty grin and then did as I asked, pushing that sexy round ass up in the air. I groaned when I palmed her soft skin and then slapped each cheek, delighting in the red color that rose to the surface. Trish squealed and I laughed, leaning down to kiss both cheeks and then her lower back.

“Don’t ever say I haven’t kissed your ass, baby.”

She giggled as I lined up my cock and then thrust back inside, gathering up her long hair and wrapping it around my hand. Her back bowed slightly as I moved my hips, grinding into her over and over again.

“God, Grim. Yes, just like that.”

She reached between her legs and played with her clit as I felt her channel slicken with her juices.

“Damn, angel. You keep doing that and I’m gonna explode soon.”

She moaned in response, moving her fingers faster and I picked up my pace, punishing in my rhythm as I fucked her down and into the mattress. It wouldn’t be long. I could feel her quivering. She clamped down on my cock and then cried out, her legs shaking as she came so hard that a long wail left her lips. Loud enough to make sure that every single person in the Crossroads knew I was fucking her that good. Pleased, I increased my pace and gave her a few more strokes before my head tilted back and I roared her name. Star danced in front of my eyes and I saw actual spots as my dick flooded her with my cum. I wanted every club whore or cookie to know that I was taken.

My ol’ lady fucked me good. I didn’t need any other woman.

I collapsed onto Trish and placed a kiss on her neck and then rolled over, pulling her into my embrace. My mouth met hers as she lifted her head.

“Mmmm, that was wonderful,” she yawned as we parted, laying her head down on my chest.

“Sure was, my angel. Get some sleep. I’m not leaving you.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I don’t like to sleep here without you.”

Not that it happened often but duly noted. I’d make every effort to ensure I slept next to her each night. Wasn’t always possible. Not with my life in the MC. I was the pres. Shit went down often and I had to deal with it. But right now, holding her tight, I could fall asleep with the knowledge that she was mine and neither of us were going anywhere.

***

The next few days lapsed without incident. Seemed like the Scorpions were leaving us alone, but I never trusted the quiet. It was always the calm before a storm. History was pretty accurate in that regard. Peace was never long lasting. Just wasn’t how life worked in the MC.

I found out sooner than I wanted when I found a package on my desk later that afternoon. Trish was still here at the Crossroads, but she had to return to work tonight. I told her she didn’t need to worry about money, but she wasn’t listening. Too damn independent. She wasn’t letting me take care of her which was both endearing and completely fucking irritating.

I opened the package and slid a metal letter opener along the seam, dumping the contents onto my desk. A curse left my lips when I saw photos of Trish and Suraya at the Blacktop, their apartment, and then finally here at the Crossroads. The photos were taken through windows and when the girls wandered outside and close to the repair shop.

Our auto repair business was located conveniently next door and attached to the rest of the clubhouse. It was once an old hangar the military used for planes and testing. It had been sold decades ago. One of the things Keys left me was the deed which I promptly renamed the Crossroads in celebration of our transformation into Reapers.

When I glanced up and out my window, I could see rows of motorcycles lined up outside with my dad’s Harley in the number one space. Several black vans and SUV’s were parked around the lot. Bays for the shop were open wide as most of the guys worked in the garage and made extra cash. It was our legit business and easier to filter the tainted cash through those invoices and