Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation #2) - Winter Travers Page 0,35

made quick work of the button. “Showoff,” I grumbled.

“You’ll just have to keep practicing,” he chuckled.

I leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m all for practicing.” I slid my hand between us, under his pants, and cupped his dick. “Lots of practice.”

Frost wrapped his arms around me and swiftly rolled us over, so he was on top. “I got some work to do before we get to that step, darlin’.”

I bucked my hips. “I’m more than ready.”

He pushed my hand away from his dick and grabbed my waistband. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He tugged my pants over my ass and down my legs. I spread my legs open, and he kneeled between them. “Been needing to know what you taste like, Indiana. Dreaming about it,” he growled.

Goosebumps danced over my body, and I bucked my hips. “Then I guess it’s time you found out.”

Insane pounding sounded on the door, and the handle wiggled. “Frost! Open the fuck up!”

I jackknifed off the bed, and Frost reared back from me.

“What the hell is wrong, Zig?” Frost shouted.

Good thing Frost could tell who was at the door because I had no clue who it was.

“Open the damn door,” Zig demanded.

Frost jumped off the bed and tossed the covers over me. “I’m coming, asshole,” he called as he zipped up his pants.

I flopped back on the bed and pulled the covers to my chin.

Frost whipped open the door. All I could see was Frost’s bare back covered in one big-ass tattoo.

“What in the hell are you banging on my door for?” Frost demanded.

“Is Indy in here?” he panted.

Frost stepped to the side and splayed his arm out toward me. “Been here all night, cockblocker.”

“Good. Now tell me Pam is in the closet, and we can cancel the search of the clubhouse.” Zig walked into the room and threw open the closet door.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Pam isn’t in the fucking closet,” Frost roared.

“Well, then she’s fucking gone, and no one knows where the hell she is, Frost.” Zig stormed out of the room and left the door open.

Frost ran his fingers through his hair. “Son of a bitch,” he shouted.

It was happening again.

An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.

“Frost,” I called.

“Get dressed, darlin’.”

“It can’t be…” I didn’t want to even think it, let alone say it out loud.

He pulled open the dresser drawer and grabbed a shirt. “I don’t know what is going on, Indiana, but we need to get dressed and start looking for Pam.”

I scooted to the edge of the bed and blindly reached around until I grabbed my bra and shirt. I quickly wrestled on my bra and pulled my shirt over my head.

I had my pants on, and my hair tossed into a messing bun as Frost shoved his feet into his boots.

“Church now!” King shouted from somewhere in the clubhouse. “Every single person in this place, church in the fucking common room!”

Frost grabbed my hand, and I shoved my feet into my shoes. “This isn’t good, Frost,” I whispered.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Whatever it is, darlin’, you’re safe.”

But was Pam?

*

Chapter Twelve

Frost

King slammed the gavel on the table. “Everyone shut the fuck up!”

Zig and Zag had moved the tables together, and King stood in front of them with the gavel in his hand.

Club members sat at the table in front of him while the ol’ ladies took up another table, and the club girls filled the rest.

“The only person missing is Pam, right?” King asked.

Hero nodded. “Everyone is accounted for, but Pam.”

Julie sobbed in the back of the room. “I didn’t even…know she…wasn’t there.” One of the other girls tried to console her, but she was pretty torn up.

My gaze went to Indiana whose eyes were closed, and Greta sat next to her. I knew she was beating herself up for not going back to her room last night, but for all we know, if she had, she would be missing right now.

Luna came tearing into the clubhouse with Detective Ransom on her heels.

“Luna, thank God,” Marley called. “Why didn’t you answer your phone when I called?” she demanded.

Troy shot up from the table and wrapped Luna in a hug.

His daughter hugged him back. “Sorry. King knew I was safe. I spent the night at my apartment.”

Troy whispered something to Luna, and she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Luna was a wild one who normally couldn’t be tamed. Except when her daddy was around. If anyone was ever