His Loyal Rebel - Debra Kayn Page 0,16

bottom lip glistened. He thrust, letting her take him. Hugged between her breast, he grunted. Her mouth greedily sucking on his head. Rolling tension swept through him as his climax exploded, leaving him depleted.

The stroke of her tongue as she drew harder on him made his legs tremble. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes as she took every drop from him.

He lazily rubbed her nipples until his cock fell out of her mouth. Stepping back, he caught his balance and tucked himself into his jeans, and latched his belt.

Twyla stood, dressed quickly, and walked into the kitchen. He reached under the cushion and grabbed his pistol, putting it back in his jeans.

Cupboards banged in the other room like gunfire. He watched her, searching in each cabinet. They were all bare from Angie moving her possessions over to Ringtails.

Twyla stopped, gripped the sink, and hung her head in front of her. He walked into the kitchen but stayed back from touching her.

She was right there with him moments ago, riding free, enjoying herself.

"You okay?" He grabbed a pack of smokes out of his vest pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it.

"No." She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. "I need coffee. I need some right now. This minute."

"Okay."

"I can't think." She put her two fingers to her forehead. "I need caffeine...to think."

He picked up the phone. "I'll get you a coffee."

"Coffee doesn't come from a telephone." She scoffed. "I need to go to the store."

"Just hold on a minute." He dialed the clubhouse.

"Yeah?" said Banks.

"It's Whip." He kept his eye on Twyla, ready to stop her if she tried to leave the house.

"You missed calling in. Priest has a crew out distracting the cops in the area. Rick was going to split apart from them and make contact with you. Has he showed up?"

"No."

"Shit. Hang on." Banks yelled, "Someone shut that damn music off. I can't fucking hear."

He waited for his MC brother to tell him what was going on. It only took ten minutes or so to go from the clubhouse to Tenth Street. Rick should've been here and left already.

"You need to sit tight. Don't step outside the house until Rick or Priest contacts you. I'm going to ride out and see if I can find someone." Banks cussed. "Something's up."

"Did someone find out what was happening last night?"

"Brother, I'm not saying anything over the phone. Just hang tight."

"Right." He ran his hand through his hair. "Talk later."

He hung up. What the hell was going on?

Last night, he would've guessed the cop chasing him wanted to pull him over for some strummed up misdemeanor to make his quota. But with Tarkio riders out riding around Missoula and no one making contact with him, bothered him.

He wanted to ride out and see what was going on. The responsibility of keeping the members safe and free fell to him. If they were in trouble, he needed to go where they were. Not hide away in the house waiting for them.

"Is everything okay?" Twyla frowned. "That call didn't sound too good."

"I need to stay here for a little longer," he murmured, trying to figure out where the crew would go and what risks laid in their path.

"Well, you do what you have to do." She walked past him. "I'm going to clean up and go to the store. You'll be gone by the time I get back. I hope."

He hooked her wrist before she could escape. "I can't let you do that, sis."

"Why?"

"Until I know it's safe out there, you're staying here with me."

"You're the one the cops want, not me," she said.

"You're staying here."

"I'm only going to the store."

"It'll have to wait."

She studied him. He let go of her arm, and she used the opportunity to leave the room.

What had happened between them would have to wait. He walked over to the front window and peeked outside. There were more cars parked along the street, not quite time for people to leave for work, or they were staying home on their day off, seeing as it was Sunday. An older man walked a dog on a lease, going in the opposite direction.

What was out there?

Where was his club?

Chapter 9

Whip

The back door of Twyla's house shut. Whip lit a cigarette and waited for Rick to tell him why it'd taken until three o'clock in the damn afternoon for someone to make contact with him.

"Is she going to be listening at the door or