Page 22 of Gentleman Wanted
I was so turned on that it was a miracle I didn’t cum just from his hands on my ass. Ruin had some seriously lousy timing.
“How soon do you need us?”
Throwing back his head, Ruin laughed. “Wicked wants you now. So wrap this up.” Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me cursing his retreating back.
“This isn’t over.” Gent smiled against my mouth. “I mean it, Gemma. This isn’t over. Tonight you belong to me.”
“Ok. Let’s go and see what Wicked wants. The sooner we go, the sooner we can go home.” Still, he didn’t let me down. He seemed to be enjoying the feel of my legs around him as much as I was.
“Yeah, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can go home to bed.”
***
I had been expecting to go to the clubhouse. So when Gent pulled up outside Fender’s… no, it wasn’t Fender’s house anymore, it was Wicked and Chelsea’s home, but it took me by surprise.
I wasn’t even sure how Gent had known we should come here. It wasn’t like Ruin had said anything before he left.
Almost like he had read my mind, Gent reached over to catch my hand in his. “You ok going in there?” Brown eyes searched my face. He knew my past with Fender. How I had left my home and family as a young, naive woman to be with the much older man who had promised me the world and never delivered. I had stuck around in the hopes that he would deliver on those promises. But I knew now that to Fender, I had never been anything but a warm, willing pussy.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure that I had been in love with him. It may have been just the infatuation of a woman who didn’t know any better.
“Yeah.” I squeezed at his fingers. Giving him the smallest of smiles. “Yeah, I’m ok. I was just wondering how you knew?”
“It was decided that any meeting to do with Young Blood would be held here. We don’t know for certain who in the club can be trusted.”
I knew how hard it was for him to say those words. How much it hurt him that someone he loved and trusted like a brother may be responsible for Fender’s death. Whether it was Young Blood or someone else in the club didn’t matter. Someone had broken his trust.
“Ok.” I wanted to comfort him. To take the pain, I could see in his eyes away. But I didn’t know what to say or do to make things better.
“You grab the bag, and I’ll get the baby.” Gent sighed heavily as he swung himself out of the car. “Let’s get this over with.”
***
Chelsea had decorated. Not that I had been to Fender’s house often, but the place was nothing like I remembered. Everything was white and grey. A modern, clean home. And it suited her perfectly. Or at least it would have been clean and uncluttered if her living room wasn’t full of sweaty foul-mouthed bikers lounging all over her leather sofas.
“You guys made it.” This was a different Chelsea to the one I knew, full of smiles and happiness. Being with Wicked was good for her. Sure it would take some getting used to seeing them together, but it was obvious they were crazy about each other.
Eagerly she held out her arms. Everyone always wanted to hold Bobby. It had been hard handing him over at first, but it was becoming easier and easier as the weeks passed. Chelsea was his sister. I should be pleased he had a family that wanted to be part of his life. “Gimme, gimme.”
Smiling, I passed my son over to her waiting arms. “Me and my little brother are going to make tea. Make yourselves comfortable. I’ll be right back.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared through the kitchen door.
“Shall we get started?” Wicked’s voice was firm. Turning, I half expected to see him staring at me, but he was facing Cali. “Want to tell everyone what you found out?”
For a moment, she looked scared. There had only ever been one other moment that I had seen that look on her face, and that was when Truth had aimed a gun at her.
“Cali?” He prompted as we took our seats.
Sighing, she caught my eye. “I’ve found out who Young Blood is.”
“Who?” I had already told them everything I knew. I hadn’t seen who had shot Fender that fateful night, but the last person I had seen before it happened had been the youngest member of the Black Aces. I had passed him without really realising it.
“Young Blood is Adam Prince.” Truth was frowning. “We all knew who he was when he prospected for us.”
Cali shook her head. “Before he was Adam Prince, he was known as Adam Flannigan.”
Flannigan? Why did that name sound so familiar? I was pretty sure I had heard it before.
I just couldn’t place where.
