Page 40 of Rough Return

Oh, fuck. If he didn’t slow this down, he was going to come. He pulled away, his lungs unsteady and possibly confused about how they were supposed to work.

She ran her hand over her pussy, and his world spun. Aside from being buried deep inside her, tasting her while she screamed his name, and watching her face when she came, there was nothing he liked more than when she pleased herself. He moved in again, legs apart so she fit between, and his cock was at her eye level. A bead of cum glistened on the top and when she tongued it away, he moaned.

She stood and pressed her body into his, shoved the shirt up, and he lifted his arms so she could get it out of the way. When she tossed it over her shoulder, she went for his pants.

“Thought you wanted me to dance for you.”

“Changed my mind, Magic Mike. I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.” Sultry but demanding, she pushed him onto the sofa, shed her own pants and straddled his lap.

A day that started with so little promise ended with Grier and Fiona wrapped together, basking in the afterglow.

Fiona sat at the head of the table. They’d had a couple of small meetings since she’d taken her father’s place, but never one where the entire room was full, with the exception of Grier’s seat at her right hand which remained empty. He hadn’t come to tell his own story.

Tyler Sedotal—not a Screaming Demon, just a security guard—stood at the door. Sage was to her left a few chairs down, Hamilton next to her. Frank, Nate, and Owen all sat in chairs and some of the other guys who would normally be seated stood and others filled their spots. It didn’t matter. Everyone in this room with the exception of Hamilton, Fiona and normally Grier, were equals. And of course, Sedotal.

She’d already shown them the tracking device, told them she and Grier had made the plan together. Now it was a matter of hashing it out among themselves as to whether or not they trusted not just Grier, but her word as well. This was as much her moment of truth as his. But damned if she would let them see her waver or falter. She banged the small gavel against a block of varnished and stained wood. The table in her spot was scarred because her father liked the crash and echo when he hit the table. Fiona liked the table better.

Sage nodded along with Hamilton who defended Grier. “He came back knowing we all hated him and would have killed him. But all that time he was away, he was protecting our assets, not selling us out.” He shook his head. “I know you don’t all know him that well, and Max, may he rest in peace, was from a different era when we killed first and asked questions later, but he trusted Grier, let him marry Max’s most prized possession. And if Max was here now to listen to you all doubting Fiona’s word, he would take out his gun and shoot every one of you.”

Fiona wanted to smile, but it wasn’t the time. She hadn’t asked Hamilton to defend her or Grier. But his loyalty to Max knew no bounds. And normally, where Hamilton led, others followed. Maybe out of fear, or maybe because he never led them astray.

But Sedotal stepped forward. “He’s her husband. Of course, she’s going to say he’s innocent.”

“You’re the hired help, not a Demon.”

And thank you, Nate.

“What’s he even doing here?” Frank mumbled the words toward Fiona, but she stared at Sedotal.

“Golden boy couldn’t protect her so she hired me. Or maybe she hired me so her boyfriend”—he rolled his eyes—“husband could practice his pathetic fighting skills.” He pushed through a crowd of Demons to brace both hands on the table next to Fiona. “He’s not the guy you think he is. Why don’t you ask him who else he’s doing his little strip dances for? Ask him where else he’s been putting his dick after he arranges to fuck over the club.”

What? She kept her face impassive, but her heart kicked into gear. She’d never asked Grier if he’d been with anyone else. Never even considered it. But he hadn’t been home. And guys like him—sensual, flirty, beautiful—didn’t spend their nights alone. And with Hell Kats aplenty wandering around, he would’ve had his pick. She would have loved to give him the benefit of the doubt. It would have soothed her even, but their history, including the most recent months, didn’t dip the needle in his favor.

She smiled at Sedotal because killing him right then wouldn’t have done anything to help her position now that he’d planted seeds of doubt in both the club and her own mind. “This is club business. And you’re not part of the club. Maybe you should wait outside.”

“Let me kill him for you. He’s a traitor and a cheater and a liar. You deserve better.”

“He’s a Screaming Demon and you’re not. Get out.”

Hamilton stood, and Tyler lifted both hands in surrender. And while he glared as if he wanted to punch Hamilton, he turned and walked to the door.

She’d had enough for today. It was time to vote.

* * *

Fiona sat on the examination table wrapped in her paper gown with a second paper “blanket” thrown over her legs. The stirrups stared ominously. She hadn’t known it would be this kind of appointment or she wouldn’t have invited Grier.

The shade of his skin turned greener and greener with every word he read from a pamphlet he’d plucked from a rack on the wall. He held it toward Fiona. “That’s what’s going to happen to your…” He pointed as if he hadn’t deigned to say the word pussy or even the more clinical vagina.

The picture showed the stages of delivery. “Speaking of what’s going to happen to my… area, I was just wondering…” Wondering, hell. She hadn’t been able to think of anything else since Sedotal made his accusation. “Should I be getting an STD check?” He stared at her. “I mean, um, you’ve been gone… and I just don’t… I haven’t, but I didn’t know if you…”

He stood and took her hand. “I’ve been with four women in my life. Kelly Pruitt when I was fifteen. A Hell Kat I was faithful to until she left.” Fiona remembered her. Knew how hurt he’d been when Autumn—okay, they could just call it left. “An island girl when I was away. And you.” He squeezed her hand. “And as long as you’re my wife, there will only be you and no one else, no matter if I live with you or not.”

When the doctor knocked and pushed the door open, Grier moved back to his chair, and if Fiona’s heart could smile, it had to be smiling. No words had ever made her happier.

* * *

She sipped her water and watched as Grier attacked his hamburger. “Just admit it. You saw our kid on that screen and you cried. It’s okay. I liked it.”