As were all of the women. He’d had a rough start with them, but they had taken a shine to him because he’d worked hard to earn their trust, and Maisie, in particular, was having a difficult time processing the brutality of it all.
A couple of the brothers who’d ridden with him the longest said a few things, then we made our way back to Big Ernie’s to tie one on and our clubhouse nearly became the second casualty of the month, as Grip’s wake turned into the wildest gathering I’d ever witnessed. The Dogs were pissed off, drunk, sad, fucked up, and completely unhinged.
“What are we doing about this, Prez?” Archer (Booker’s other son) asked, well into a case of beer as Flash, Train, Mack, Booker and I sat by the fire.
“I’m still figuring that out,” I replied.
“Warlock dies, that’s all there is to it,” Booker said.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “You know it’s bad when Booker starts cleaning his gun.”
“Dad’s right,” Archer said. “Next time it’ll be a member Warlock goes after. And if he succeedsin killing one of us, we’ll look weak not just to the Spiders, but to every club in the country who’s looking to move into the Pacific Northwest.”
“We run the same risk of bringing on heat if we kill Warlock,” I replied. “Another Spider will just take his place, just like he took Wolf’s.”
“Then, what? We give Warlock the keys to our weed business and whimper off with our fucking tails between our balls?” Flash asked. My kid had a point, but I needed to handle these questions with care.
“Not a fuckin’ chance,” I replied. “We’re gonna get justice for Grip and Warlock is gonna pay. We have to be smart how we play this is all. We have to be smarter than Warlock. He’s expecting us to be emotional, knowing that will make us vulnerable.”
“Fuck emotional, he killed a kid,” Booker snarled.
“I need you all to trust me. Give me a beat to figure things out, alright?”
My brothers nodded in solidarity.
“Good,” I replied. “Let’s raise ’em up for Grip,” I said, making a toast. “The newest, posthumous, member of the Dogs of Fire.”
Hatch
Present day…
SOFT LIPS TRAVELING down my chest pulled me from my slumber and I let out a quiet grunt as my woman wrapped her lips around my already hard cock.
“Well, goodmorning,” she said, taking me deep.
“That’s not where we start, Sunshine,” I growled, sliding my hands under her pits and flipping her onto her back so I could head south.
“I wanted the element of surprise for a change,” she admonished. “We always start here.”
I raised my head and glanced at her from between her legs. “I’m not actually hearing a complaint from my wife about where we start, am I?”
“It’s just that you never let me start whereIwant to start.”
“Iamhearing a complaint from my wife,” I growled. “Did you wake up in a mood?”
“I was in a great mood, ready to suck my man off, but then—”
I buried my face between her legs, cutting off whatever diatribe she was fixin’ to give me, replaced with a quiet squeak, followed by a sigh, and then her leg slid over my shoulder and her heel dug into my back as I licked, sucked, and ate my way to her first orgasm of the morning.
I kissed my way back up her body, sliding my cock slowly inside of her, as she wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Better?” I grunted out.
“Well, yes, but that’s not really the point, is it, darling?” Her British accent getting far more ‘proper’ as she bossed.
Running my tongue over her pulse, I buried my dick deeper and smiled. “Whatisthe point, Sunshine?”
“Oh, bloody hell, I don’t know,” she breathed out, arching into me.
