“Didn’t think I would be seeing you until later,” Dash says from the far side where he is sitting with his laptop. Hawk and Fang are also sitting on the couches, playing on the PlayStation. They don’t pay any attention to me as they continue their game.
“I need to speak to the Blossoms,” I state. “You know where they are?”
“Problems?” he asks.
“Yeah, I need to let them know that I’m not going to need them any longer. Dakota did not like the idea of Cherry touching me.” Shit, even though I only used them sometimes, as I have women I hooked up with in town, one of them being Gloria, I know that they are still going to try their whims on me. I hate upsetting women, but if I must choose, I would rather upset them than my mate. I can feel myself hardening when I think of how her nostrils flared slightly at her anger, how her breasts moved with each breath she took.
All I wanted to do was grab her and take her hard up against the wall, but I know she wouldn’t be too excited with the idea, and by the time we got to our room, she wasn’t in a very sharing mood, so I decided to leave her for a little while to get her bearings before I go back up and make love to my mate before I have the Initiation, which I’m not looking forward to.
“Don’t worry about it. I will talk to them for you. Besides, you don’t want to go back to your mate and tell her that you were with the Blossoms.”
I realize that I was just about to make another mistake. Yep, one thing I don’t want to do is lie to Dakota, so I’d rather avoid the situation. “Thanks, dude,” I mutter, and am about to leave again, when King walks in, a scowl on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and wish I didn’t when his eyes turn to me. The fury there tells me that I’m not going to like the answer.
“Those fuckers Hades are responsible for the disappearance of that girl Hawk has been after,” he states. Hades MC is always dabbling in fucking drugs and trafficking of women. We try to stop them at every turn, but there is always those who slip past. For King to be this angry, it means that the girl is either gone over the border, which is virtually impossible to track, or dead.
“Did you get feedback from that contact I gave you?” Hawk asks from where he has just stood up from the couch where he was entertaining himself with Fang’s uselessness on the PlayStation. No matter how much Fang tries to master a game, he just doesn’t have the patience for it.
“Yeah, and he says that she was taken across last week.”
“Fuck,” Hawk says angrily as he storms out of the room.
“We need to stop those motherfuckers,” I state angrily. It seems like the more we try to prevent, the more ways they find to deceive us. We’re no saints, but preventing drugs from infiltrating the community and stopping young women from being taken are some of our priorities. We make it our business to keep those around us safe. The people in town know who to contact when they are having problems. Contrary to the cops, we don’t have to stick by any rules. We are the law, but we are our own law.
We help the authorities and some businesses, like the postal services, maintaining their companies crime free, but we do it our way or we don’t do it at all.
“Seriously, King, you should just let us go in there and finish the fuckers,” Fang states angrily from where he is still sitting.
“We are not assassins; we kill if we are threatened. Do you think I don’t want them dead too?” He lifts his hands, passing them through his hair in frustration. “All we can do is figure out what they are up to and stop them. If someone dies while we’re doing it, so be it, but we will not go in on purpose with a death plan.”
“What are we going to do about this girl?” I ask, which has King’s eyes landing on me.
“Why the fuck are you here? Where is your mate?” King asks with a raised brow.
“She’s unpacking.”
“What he means is that she’s upset with him,” Dash states.
“What did you do?” King asks as he places his hands low on his waist and turns fully to look at me.
“Nothing.” At that, he raises a brow. “Really, it’s just that she met Cherry and now thinks that I might be sleeping with other women besides her. I told her that I wouldn’t be interested in other women if I have my mate, but she doesn’t understand that.”
King frowns at my explanation and then shakes his head. “You don’t leave your mate when she’s upset. It just makes her angrier. Go and fucking make it right, and we will sort out the Blossoms. They won’t approach you again.”
I grunt in irritation; I love having my brothers around me, but they always think they know better. Turning, I leave to make my way back upstairs. I was pissed off when she spoke about leaving, but I understand where she’s coming from. Just the idea of my woman being touched by another man has me seeing red. I will assure her that she’s the only one I want, and I know just how to do it.
Opening our bedroom door, I freeze in my tracks as I find Dakota bent over her bag only in underwear. Darn, my woman has the best ass I have ever seen. When she hears me, she snaps up in surprise. Oh, shit, and no bra. I kick the door closed with my heel and approach her; I can see her eyes widen when she realizes what my intentions are.
“Hunter, don’t you—” Before she can finish her sentence, I have my hand behind her neck and am kissing the words out of her. My other hand on her bum cheek squeezes. She has every thought leaving my head when she’s around me. Her hands are now pulling off my kutte. When that is done, her hands slide under my T-shirt, her fingers stroking over my abs, then my chest. Shit, I can’t wait. I feel like a teenager with her. Maybe one day, I will take it slow, but for now, I need to be deep inside her body, feeling her heat surrounding me.
Pulling back, I turn her around, her back to me, and then push down on her shoulder until her bum is flush against my loins. I pull down her panties just enough to bare her to me. Unbuttoning my jeans, I let them drop, my cock springing out to attention, lying between her bum cheeks. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I mutter just before I lean down slightly and plunge into her.
“Hunter, ohhh . . .” She gasps in pleasure as I withdraw and then plunge again, my hands on each side of her hips.
“Hold on, baby, this is going to be a rough ride,” I murmur as I continue my onslaught on her body, the gasps of pleasure coming from her pushing me faster and harder until I can feel the pressure building. I know that I’m about to explode, but I won’t let myself without my woman coming with me. Leaning down slightly, I push my hand around her and down until my middle finger is stroking her clit.
“Hunter, Hunter, ohh, ohh, yes.” I can feel her muscles start contracting around me, and then I can’t hold on any longer as she milks every drop of my essence, leaving me completely drained. We are both breathing heavily. I can feel her legs shaking in reaction to her release. She starts to step forward, but I stop her as I feel the knot still binding us. Instead I take hold of her arms and push her up, bending my legs.