Page 2 of Satan's Naughty List
“Fuck!” I roar, slamming home as my balls draw into my body, my own stream of cum shooting deep into his tight ass.
Chapter Two
Hisshaggyhairticklesmy shoulder as his chest puffs with air. Half soft already, his cum slowly drips between us. It’s almost erotic, but I also know that cleaning this up is going to be a bitch. Good thing it’s Nomad’s job.
“I love you, Pax,” he mutters, kissing the bitten marks on my neck. I swear I purr as he strokes up my ribs, squeezing the sensitive flesh that’s on the brink of being ticklish. I can’t help the squirming as he continues his slow movements, massaging my sore muscles. Apparently, tensing and arching your back in an odd position isn’t easy on the joints or muscles.
“I love you, Drew” Tilting my head to the side, he kisses up until we lock lips, the odd angle not deterring either of us. This man has consumed me for years, but the last five have been a rollercoaster. “Gosh, I still remember when Widower caught us,” I chuckle wistfully. Though it wasn’t a good time then, we all laugh about it now.
“The thought makes me want to vomit every time it’s brought up,” he grunts, flicking my ear. A slight pout forces my bottom lip to stick out, but he’s quick to suck it into his mouth. While I’d like to sit here with him growing soft, I do have things to do also.
“Speaking of Widower,” I start, nudging my butt backwards to get him off. He does as silently requested, letting himself drag out and flop against his leg. “There’s a case that we’ve been working on, something that’s been kind of hush-hush.”
“Is it the trafficking op?” Nodding, I help get him situated.
“Yeah, I guess a group of girls escaped. We’re on the hunt for them and are trying to avoid them going back to the cartel. You’re still good with doing call-outs, right?” I ask, placing my hands on his chest. The club has been tracking them for over a year, but the day the first snowfall settled, a group of girls escaped. We’re hoping we can have them help us in locating the Ergot Cartel. “You know you can say no,” I press, shifting my hands to clasp behind his neck. His own hands shift to my hips, cupping the slight curve.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve already told Widower that I’m prepared to take whatever steps necessary to ensure those girls are safe,” he reassures, patting my butt gently. “I think the hunt starts in the morning for them.”
“Hunt?” I scoff, smacking him upside the head. “We’re not hunting them down, you ding-dong. That makes it scarier for them!”
“What am I supposed to call it, then?” He narrows his eyes, staring me down. As if that’s intimidating. I’ve seen this man flay someone’s tattoo off their body, stretch it across like a canvas and deliver it to another MC. If that’s not scary, then I don’t know what is.
“Oh, I don’t know…how about a search?” I quip, the sass obvious in my voice. His eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You call it what you want, but you’re not the one riding to go hunt them down,” he states matter-of-factly. This is a battle I’m not going to win, so I surrender with a tender kiss.
“So, no test drives coming up?” I ask playfully. “You know, since there’s literal ice on the ground.” He looks shocked for a moment, pushing away from me and looking into the darkness through the windows on the garage door. I’m pretty sure I mentioned this when I came down, but he was thinking with the wrong head I’m sure. I can see past his head, small flurries casting downward outside. It’s almost poetic. Almost.
“Fuck,” he grumbles, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Does that mean…” he pauses, a look of horror crossing his features as he swings to look back at me. Slapping a hand over my mouth, I hold in the giggle that I want to release.
“Oh, it sure does,” I tease, slowly backing away. This man hates nothing more than… “You’ve gotta drive the prospect vans.”
Turning on my heel, I jog out of the garage and back up the stairs. If we didn’t just fuck, I’d be concerned he’d give chase. Slowing at the top, I grab my phone from my pocket and start skimming through emails from the prospects. In the most recent batch of guys, eight of them took interest in the technical side. A few of them went under the wing of the executioner while others just kind of piddle in between.
The round of men in my sector have been nothing but amazing, if I do say so myself. While I’ve taught them how to do things…therightway, they’ve caught on quickly. There’s only one guy that I’m not so keen on, but that’s a decision that Widower and Nomad will make when that time comes. I’ll get a little bit of a say, then it’s all them. They’ll have to be able to pass based on skill, not their riding ability.
“Tee-tee!” I whirl around just in time to see my niece barrel into me. She’s only just turned three, but lord have mercy. She’s three going on thirteen with that attitude.
“Careful, ‘Phelia!” Hudson calls, chasing after the rugrat. He’s got another chest carrier where their infant lays. Looking around, I don’t see my nephew running around anywhere.
“Where’s Axel?” I ask, scooping the toddler into my arms and cooing at her. She’s the world’s cutest kid, I swear. I may be biased because all three of them are freaking adorable, but still.
“He’s with his mom hunting those girls. Something about wanting to learn the ropes.” Hudson gives a lax shrug, petting the baby on the head. He nuzzles Sebastian’s little head, probably absorbing that sweet baby scent. I love babies, but I want to be able to give them back once they’ve gotten on my nerves.
“You know where they went? I think I’ve got an update.” He gives me detailed directions on where she is, as if I’ve not lived in this club house for several years. Instead, I nod along and pretend to actually be listening.
Before I got bombarded with a kid, I received an email with the potential whereabouts of a few girls. We’ve got guys scouting now, but the night shift has double the men as the day crew. According to the prospects, there may be a reward for the girls to ‘be returned safely’. In other words, it’s a bounty to get the girls back to their handlers.
I shudder with Ophelia in my arms, cradling her tightly. Trying to imagine this tiny, delicate little girl in the arms of those monsters makes my blood fucking boil. If anyone can find these girls, it’s our guys. While we may be morally fucked up, we are all on the same page. Women and children arenotto be fucked with. Unless they’re in patches, of course. Then they’re free game.
My phone blares in my pocket. Reaching in, I smirk. Speak of the queen and she shall manifest. “Widower! What do I owe the pleasure?” I ask, settling the squirming child down. She doesn’t need to hear the shit we talk about. Innocent ears and all.
“We’ve got one on the north side, she’s pretty banged up. She’s cowering away from everyone, even me,” Widower sighs. I can hear faint whimpers in the background, my heart tugging harshly in my chest. “We didn’t bring the van because we weren’t really looking. Came back from a drop and saw her on the side of the road. Can you assist?”
“You’ve got it,” I assure, waving bye to Hudson and the kids. “Any other updates for the missing women?”
“There’s a gang of thugs on the south side that rounded up a group of girls. They’re willing to keep them safe for a pretty Franklin. Grab cash before you send a crew. I’ll forward the details.”
