Chains was a brother and a traitor, feeding Storm information that almost got most of the officers at the club killed. He was also Stryker’s cousin, who he tortured for days to get information out of.
“Storm had him on the hook for what he wanted, not because he was bringing Chains into the inner circle, it was a way to keep track of our movements.”
“Are you suggesting Storm might have someone else behind him?” Rebel asks Stryker, picking up on his comment when everyone else thought back on Chains’ involvement in this whole mess. “Have you heard anything else at the Battleground?”
“No.”
Stryker asking questions would stick out like a sore thumb, he works best in the shadows, watching and listening.
“Fury go to Stryker’s next fight and see if you can find anything out. What Storm was up to all started at the Battlegrounds. Everyone else, keep doing what you’re doing. We’ll get to the fucker one way or another. And no one lets their guard down. Nashville, make sure everyone knows we’re still on full alert.”
There isn’t much more to say so church breaks up.
This limbo we’re in is getting to all of us. No one wants to sit back and wait to see what Storm’s next move is, but the fucker is doing a really good job of staying a few steps ahead of us. I trust my brothers, we will find out what the asshole is planning.
Preferably without anyone else getting hurt.
Chapter Twenty One
Charley
The rumble of the motorcycle engine sends a shiver racing through me and I get up from my seat on the sofa and walk into the hallway where the garage door opens out. It takes longer than I expect but when the door opens, Callum comes in holding my bag. He’s been gone for hours, but I’m starting to learn that is what it’s like with him.
He pauses when he sees me, his eyes moving up and down my body.
“What else was I supposed to do?” I ask arching a brow.
“Should have left this at your friend’s.” He drops the bag and walks over to me, backing me up against the wall. “This is really dangerous, Charley.”
“Would you have preferred I sat here naked?”
He lifts the hem of his T-shirt and glides his fingers up my thigh, sliding them around to my center, finding me bare. He groans, closing his eyes.
“Truthfully,” he laughs as he teases my opening. “This is way sexier, its almost like I have to work to find the treasure. What were you thinking about while you sat here waiting for me?”
He swirls the wetness around my clit and I press my back against the wall.
“To be this wet for me already? Were you imagining me coming in here and doing this,” he pushes three fingers inside of me and I gasp at the intrusion, welcome though it is.
With his other hand he unbuckles his belt and draws down his zipper, lowering his jeans enough that his bare cock presses against my thigh.
“Or this,” he suddenly turns me around so I’m flat against the wall and tilts my hips back, then lets out a low groan as he slowly pushes into me.
“Either is fine,” I manage to breathe out as he fills me, my whole body welcoming him.
Callum laughs and pushes his hand between the wall and my body and strums my clit as he thrusts into me. “So long as you’re getting pleasure?” he questions and I nod, rolling my head back so he can kiss my throat. “Cock or fingers, it’s all the same?” he teases.
“Cock is better,” I push back.
“My fingers and tongue are offended, Charley.” He bites the point between my neck and shoulder as he pushes into me harder. “But my cock is really fucking happy to be the winner right now.”
Then he stops talking and fucks me until I’m crying out and grasping at the wall, finding nothing to get hold of. He pulls out, turns me around and lifts me, impaling me again and proceeds to fuck into me until he groans and spills inside of me.
I’m not sure when I decided foregoing condoms was a good idea but nothing feels as good as having the hot, hard length of him inside me.
Luckily Helen made me get the implant when I was eighteen. She was convinced I was sleeping around by her daughters who would do anything to make me look bad. What no one, except for Stephen realized, I’d only ever had sex with one person.
I push thoughts of them out of my head as Callum carefully lowers me to the ground, holding my arms so they’re around his neck. His t-shirt falls back around my thighs as he watches me, staring into my eyes like he is trying to see beyond the image everyone else sees.
