“Prez. I put a tracker on each of their bikes.”
“Good job. I sent Cajun, Marcus, and Kyle to take up the surveillance until morning. We’ll convene then and see where they go tomorrow.” He jerks a chin to me and Tucker. “Take your lady to your father’s room.”
“Where’s my father?”
“He’s with your mom in one of the rooms in the addition.”
Cody nods. “Good thing the club added more bedrooms in the warehouse. I’ll have to thank him.”
“I think they’re already asleep. That can wait until morning.” Cole pats his arm. “We’ll talk more then. Take care of them.”
“Yes, sir.” After Cole walks off, Cody scoops Tucker up, holding him over his shoulder. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s get this boy settled.”
The clubhouse is crowded, and I’m appreciative we have a room and a bed. I’ve got no issue with the fact that the three of us are in one room.
Cody lays Tucker down, and I tuck him in, then turn. “Tell me what happened.”
“We put trackers on their bikes. They’re in a cheap motel in Sunnyvale. Everything will be okay. You don’t need to worry.You heard Cole; he’s got a team surveilling them all night. You and Tucker are safe.”
I step into his arms, pressing my cheek to his chest. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”
He rubs my upper arms. “Don’t need you worryin’ about me, babe. I can take care of myself.” He cups my cheek and looks into my eyes. “You’re exhausted. You need to get some sleep.” Then he glances at the bed and smiles. “Guess that’s all we’re doin’ tonight.”
“Guess so.”
“Last night was nice. I liked having you all to myself.”
“It was.”
He nods to the door of the bathroom with a wicked grin. “Since your son sleeps like a log, you want to take a shower? I could soap up your back for you?”
“That sounds heavenly.”
He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom, turning on the water and checking the temperature. Then he turns and reaches for the hem of my shirt.
In a whoosh, it's over my head and on the floor.
Cody squats down and undoes my jeans, then tugs them off, along with my shoes.
Now I’m standing in my bra and panties.
His gaze travels up my body, and while he watches, I unfasten my bra and pull it free.
His eyes heat with desire, and he hooks his thumbs in my panties and drags them down my legs.
When I step out of them, he stands and strips, then pulls me under the spray and positions me in front of him with my back to his chest.
He reaches past me for the soap and pours some into his hand, then washes every inch of me.
I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying his touch.
He strokes my erect nipples and squeezes my soapy breasts. He’s gentle, and his mouth trails down my neck, and I relish his tender ministrations.
My head lolls on his shoulder, and I moan when he detours his fingers between my legs.
“I can’t get enough of this pretty pussy that’s so responsive to my touch,” he whispers in my ear, then bites the lobe.
He strokes my clit until he makes me come, then turns me to the wall and positions my hands on the tile.
