I couldn’t believe I’d had sex with Ford. The guy from my past, the man who broke my heart and left me.
It was strange sitting there with him, both of us covered in sweat, glowing from the post-sex high. It was almost surreal.
But there was nowhere else I would have rather been in that moment.
I looked at my hand, at the ring he’d put on my finger. I didn’t know what it really meant. I didn’t know if this was all just to keep me safe or if it meant something more.
But either way, I felt good.
He was right. It felt so damn good.
We sat there together, breathing in the warm cabin air, feeling each other’s hearts beating, silently buzzing with joy.
Chapter Twenty: Ford
Caralee’s pussy was like a fucking drug.
I got one taste, and I was absolutely fucking hooked.
We went from couch to bed and back again a few times through the night, fucking until our bodies couldn’t move anymore. It was passionate, raw, and intense. I’d fucking needed it from the first second I saw her, from the moment I knew I’d claim her as my own.
Eventually we passed out in my bed, naked as the day we were born.
That was how I woke up, probably around three in the morning. My phone was buzzing faintly from the nightstand. With a grunt, I reached out and grabbed it, flipping it open.
“What?” I said softly.
“It’s me,” Larkin said. “We got a job. Come in.”
“Now?”
“Now.” He hung up.
I sighed, sitting up. Caralee stirred, but she didn’t wake up as I grabbed some clothes and left the room.
I got dressed in the living room, still half asleep. What the fuck could Larkin need at three in the morning on my fucking wedding night? Must have been important, or else he wouldn’t have bothered me.
Dressed, I left the cabin and hopped onto my bike. I kicked it started and pulled out, heaving toward the clubhouse.
Caralee was on my mind the whole way there. I couldn’t stop thinking about her body, about the way she bit her lip when I pressed my cock deep inside her, the way she sucked me like she was desperate for a taste, and the way she said my name over and over as she came.
It all drove me fucking wild for her.
I pulled up outside the clubhouse not long later. The place looked pretty empty, which wasn’t surprising.
Inside, I smelled coffee. Clutch, Spoil, Thade, and Wrench were sitting at the bar.
“Morning,” Clutch said. “You have fun last night?”
“Still last night for me,” Thade muttered.
“Buck up, pussy,” Wrench said, punching his arm. “We got a fuckin’ job to do.”
“Which is what?” I asked him as I sat down and poured myself some coffee.
“Not sure yet,” he said. Wrench was a young guy, joined toward the end of our war. He was smart and a little malicious, my kind of guy.
“Waiting on orders from the council,” Clutch said.
“Where’s Larkin?”
“With the others.”
I looked toward the back room. The council was a group of senior leadership that basically made strategy choices and other decisions. Larkin had the most power, but the council could override him if they ever chose to.
That basically never happened, though. Larkin ran a tight ship and everyone appreciated it.
I hated sitting around, especially when I had a hot piece of ass back in my bed. But I knew club business trumped all other shit, and so I sat there with the boys, drinking coffee and bullshitting for the next twenty minutes.
Eventually, though, the council filtered out. There was Jesse, Stonewall, Reggie, Link, Trace, and Nash. They were all old-timers, guys that had been around back when the Demons MC was just a tiny group of dudes who liked to crack skulls and drink beer. Stonewall and Nash were the last two founding members left, though the others were practically founders too.
“Boys,” Stonewall said as they passed.
“What’re the orders, Stonewall?” Spoil called out.
“Fuckin’ wait for Larkin,” he said. The council members all filtered out back into the night.
“Shit,” Spoil muttered. “Must be serious.”
Larkin came out toward us a minute later, frowning. “Listen up.” We all looked over at him. “I got word earlier that there’s going to be a deal going down between the Snakes and some small-time arms dealer just up north of the city, right on our fuckin’ border.”
I frowned. “Where’d you hear this?”
“Dealer’s assistant is on our payroll,” Larkin said. “Your orders are simple, boys. Go break up their deal and cause some fucking mayhem.”
“Fuck yeah,” Thade said, grinning.
“Capture one alive, if you can,” Larkin added.
I felt a thrill rise up in my stomach. We were riding out into battle again, and this time we were going to get some fucking revenge.
“Got it?” Larkin asked.
“Roger that, prez,” Wrench said.
“Then go gear up.” Larkin headed back into his office.