“That’s it, Lex.” I cup her ass with my free hand as she bounces on my thighs until she gets off. She rides the wave, slowing her pace, biting her lip, a low moan rolling off her tongue. “If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d trying my damnedest to knock you up again.”
That gets me a shake of her head and a breathy smile.
“Damn, I’m a lucky man.” I grin up at her before shifting to take a nipple in my mouth. Alexa moves soft and slow on the verge of getting off again. Her body rocks into me with accuracy. Her greedy pussy squeezing tight around me. Fuck me her warmth washes over me and I about come.
I still her hips and kiss my woman.
She rolls to her back so I can get mine. I spread her thighs apart and bury my face between them needing a taste of her. Wanting her to come again on my tongue. She thought she was gonna get off easy, but no way. It’s our first night as husband and wife, and I plan on having my way with her until the sun comes up.
“I can’t, James.”
“No arguin’.” I slap her pussy and get back to working her with my fingers and tongue. Nothing sweeter than the taste of her melting in my mouth like candy.
Chapter Fourteen
I yawn and stretch out in James’s bed at the clubhouse. My body aches but in the most delicious of ways. Last night was perfect. My husband...I can’t believe I get to call him that after all this time struts out of the bathroom in his naked glory like he’s the cock of the walk, but he kinda is.
“Mornin’, babe. You sleep okay?”
“Mhmm.” I let out another yawn and snuggle back into the covers.
“Oh no you don’t.” He grabs the edge of the covers giving them a yank, pulling them off the bed completely. The cool morning air hits my body forcing my nipples to harden. “Time to get up and get a move on. We’ve got a honeymoon to get to.”
“Ugh. One more hour, please,” I pout, hugging his pillow to my chest for warmth. “I’m cold.”
“Get up and moving and you won’t be cold when we get to the beach.” He smirks at me through the dresser mirror while he opens the drawers to get clean clothes.
“This is no way to start a marriage,” I grumble.
He turns quickly, snatching me by my ankles and dragging me down the bed. His lips alternate kisses along each of my legs, working across my belly until he’s looming over me at my mouth, eye to eye. “Better?” He rubs his furry jaw along mine.
“It’s a start.”
“C’mon. We need a shower.” He knifes off the bed, bringing me with him.
I follow him into the bathroom where he already has the hot water on for me. Okay. I take it back. My man is better than okay at taking care of me in the morning. We shower quickly and I skip washing my hair. I’ll worry about that when we reach our destination.
Downstairs the clubhouse is quiet, but you can tell they had one hell of a party after we retired to James’s room. Sandman is asleep on top of one of the pool tables with his date. Banks is hanging off the edge of a couch in the corner being pushed off by that skank who was giving Link a blowjob. Part of me wants to yank her up by her hair and throw her out on her ass out of principle and respect for Pam.
James is getting a cup of coffee before we head out. Viking comes up from the basement. “Where’s Prez?”
“Kitchen.”
He lifts his chin in response and meets my man as he’s coming through the door. “What are we doing with the prospect?”
“Fuck. Yesterday was so good I’d forgotten about the piece of shit.” James sips his coffee. “Was just about to head out for our trip, but I can’t leave until I settle this bullshit.”
“Holy wanted a word with you too. About your niece.”
“Right,” he mutters. “Babe.” I can already hear the apology in his tone.
“I know who I married. Why don’t you handle your business? I’ll go home and have breakfast. Maybe I’ll see if Lily wants to help me clear more shit out of your old house.”
“How about you sit your ass at the bar. Not changing my plans. Give me ten minutes. Holy can wait until I get back.”
“So bossy.” I plant my ass on a stool. This is what I signed on for. I’m Murder’s Old Lady now and sometimes that comes with sacrifices. James and Viking disappear to the basement. I’ve not been down there since he killed Lion. The evil man who violated me nearly twenty years ago. That prospect, Rio. James says he is believed to be the son of that piece of shit. What the kid did was wrong there is no doubt about that, but does he deserve to die?
I’m probably crossing a line that will have James tanning my ass later. I get off my stool and open the basement door. The stairway is dark and haunting. Like the stairway to Hell. The last time I walked down these stairs I was certain it was to my death. One step at a time one foot in front of the other I descend to territory that is meant to be off limits. To a hidden room where men are tortured and killed. Men who usually deserve it. I don’t owe this guy anything. He’s that cunt Ruthie’s half-brother. Spawn of the evilest man I’ve ever known. I shouldn’t care what happens to him, but he’s not much older than Wylla Mae. He has his whole life ahead of him.
I enter the room as flashes of the past dance in my mind. Visions of Lion’s bloody end. James fucking me in his blood. Rio, the prospect hangs from chains hooked to a rafter in the center of the room. I can hear the little plops of blood splattering on the cement floor.
I bump into a metal table and it grates against the floor. Beaten to a bloody pulp he lifts his head. His eyes are swollen shut. His lips are split, and blood leaks from the corners of his mouth.
“One question.”
He nods with a wince.
“What was in the water you gave me?”
Rio attempts to smile. “Cloud Nine.”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“Ruthie was my sister. She’s dead because of you.”
I stare at him trying to see of there’s any resemblance the more I look at the lion’s head covering his chest. The more I study it the stronger my repulsion toward him grows. I’ve seen that tattoo before but at a much smaller scale. It’s uncanny. A larger scale replica of the tattoo Lion had on his hand.
“Lex,” James booms so loud from behind me I jump and let out a weak yelp. “Told you to stay put. Never fuckin’ listen.”
“He said there was Cloud Nine in the water.” I wrap my arms around my belly. The fucker could’ve killed me and our baby. “I came down here thinking I was going to talk you into giving him a second chance. Maybe somewhere else with a different club.”
“And now?”
“I hope you send him to Hell with his old man. Look at his tattoo. You have to kill him.”
James wraps his arms around me and kisses the shell of my ear. “Plan on it, babe.”
“Good. Anyone who would want to harm a woman and child is pure evil.”
“You staying for this or you gonna be good and wait upstairs?”
“How many times are you going to kill for me?”
“As many as it takes, pretty girl.” He presses his lips to mine and releases me.