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  Max grinned. “I would love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.”

  Brogan cleared her throat, shaking her head. “Focus, ladies.” Amusement flashed in her gaze. “Tyler.” She took a breath. “He’s causing shit, and I don’t like it.”

  “Maybe I should have shot him in the head,” Max mumbled under her breath.

  A heavy silence settled in the room.

  We knew that never would have happened. It would have been too easy and it wasn’t who Max was.

  “No,” Brogan finally said. “I should have put him in my chair.”

  “None of us can be alone,” I reminded my sisters. “Not even the guys. We know these bastards don’t care if we’re male or female.”

  Brogan’s jaw clenched. “Clearly.” She coughed. “Listen, I have Greyson looking into things but I’m feeling something is off. I can’t explain it.”

  “I feel it too.”

  “Same here.”

  “I agree.”

  All of us were unnerved. As cliché as it sounded, it was the calm before the storm.

  Eric Vega.

  Tina Birtch.

  Zane Birtch.

  Charles Brian.

  All dead and gone but yet we still felt like something was out there. Waiting. A viper stalking its prey and, at just the right moment, it would strike.

  “Do we know anything else?” I asked, needing the noise of our voices to silence the thoughts rushing through our heads.

  “Besides Tyler being a dick?” Brogan sighed. “No.”

  “It never came out that he was the leader in all of this,” I added. “Did it?”

  “Not exactly.” Max took a breath. “Tyler and Tina were working together. Even though Charles and Zane were in on it too, Tyler and Tina were the leaders. They were the power couple. Tyler lost his shit when Tina died.”

  “It’s probably why he reacted the way he did after getting kicked out of Dante’s Kings.” Brogan sat back in the chair at the head of the table. “It still doesn’t make sense. We should all be able to move on from this now, and the fact that we can’t is pissing me the fuck off.”

  At that point, the guys from Vice-One strolled into the room, followed by Dante’s Kings.

  Brian Gold, Jay’s father, was the president of the club. He was older, aging years within a matter of months. He caught me staring, nodded once, and headed toward Max.

  He pulled her into his arms, whispered something in her ear, and then stepped back.

  She smiled up at him, wiping a tear from under her eye.

  Sometimes I forgot how big they all were but when they joined us, it was like the air was sucked right from the very walls we stood inside.

  Vice-One stood around the table with Asher joining Meeka, Dale sitting beside Max, and Coby standing behind Brogan.

  The newer recruits, Lian Wolfe and Henley Jinx, both sat at the other end of the table. The rest of Dante’s Kings stood off to the side, watching and waiting for their president to bark his next command.

  “Miss me?”

  I smiled as the smooth deep voice rumbled into my ear and turned to Stone hovering over me. “Always.”

  He grinned, sitting on the couch behind me.

  I spun back around in my chair but not before I noticed the bulge in his pants. My body heated. Fucking guy and his deliciousness.

  He chuckled.

  “Nice of you all to join us,” Brogan grumbled.

  Coby whispered something in her ear.

  “I know, my love.” She kissed him softly, cupping his cheek.

  He covered her hand with his and placed a peck on her forehead.

  My heart jumped. I had never been jealous of someone in a relationship, but their love inspired me to strive for that. I frowned, not enjoying these new sudden feelings.

  “Before I forget, Jay wants us all over this coming weekend. We won’t be discussing the MC business, human trafficking situation, or anything heavy. We all need a break.” Brogan looked at each of us. “If I hear anyone mention anything about this shit, I’ll throw you in my chair. Understood?”

  Resounding laughter erupted through the room. Although we knew Brogan wasn’t serious, we didn’t need to test that theory.

  Everyone continued talking about the Organization and the bastards that were no longer with us. They should have suffered. I wished I could have been there. I could have helped. I could have let my friends go on with their merry lives while I took care of the dirty work.

  I loved Brogan, and I respected the hell out of her, but the shit she had done was eating at her. The bags beneath her eyes became more pronounced while Coby looked like he had aged five years in a matter of weeks.

  “Creena,” Stone said from behind me.

  I spun around and faced him. “Yeah?”

  “Come here.” He patted the empty spot on the couch beside him. “Please.”

  I hesitated at first. I knew being close to him would end with us either making out or him demanding answers I wasn’t ready to give him. But there was something behind his dark gaze that caught my eye. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I knew without a doubt it was something I had felt as well.

  Going against everything I knew, I moved from the chair to the spot beside him.

  No jokes came from Stone. No smart remarks. No sexual innuendos. All he did was rest his arm across my lap. The strength from that small touch poured into me. I could feel him everywhere, and it rattled my nerves but also calmed me at the exact same time.

  “You have Greyson and his crew watching my girls?” Brian asked, standing against the wall across from me.

  “I do.” Brogan stood from the chair and started pacing back and forth. “They don’t know about it, though.”

  “She will find out.” Brian cracked his knuckles. “If something happens to my baby and her baby ...”

  “Nothing will happen.” Brogan’s head whipped around. “I promise.”

  Tension spread throughout the room, making the air thick. Bodies shifted where they sat, grumbled responses came from their mouths. This shit needed to end.

  “I got you, beautiful,” Stone whispered, his words caressing me gently.

  I let out a soft sigh, leaning my head against the back of the couch, and pinched the bridge of my nose. I needed to tell him. I needed to tell my friends who my family was. Maybe my brother could help us with these Organization bastards.

  “What’s going on?” Stone asked awhile later, his lips brushing along the shell of my ear. It amazed me how such a small touch could ease the anxiety threatening to choke me.

  That was when I realized we were alone. I didn’t even remember anyone leaving. I sat up, stretching my legs out in front of me. “Nothing I can’t handle.” But as soon as those words left my mouth, I wasn’t sure I believed them.

  “Creena.”

  “Stone.” I turned to him. “Can we not worry about my life or yours and just ...”

  “What?” he cupped my cheek, pushing his hand into my hair. “Tell me.”

  I inched toward him, my gaze dropping to his mouth. “Be.” I gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, and crushed my mouth to his.

  His hand tightened around the back of my neck, a soft growl rumbling from somewhere deep within him. He took control, opening my mouth with his tongue, and consumed me. He forced all of the negative thoughts from my mind and replaced them with him. We spent one night together but, yet, I could still feel him through every inch of me.

  A purr escaped my mouth.

  Stone pulled me onto his lap, ran his hands down my back, and dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass.

  The kiss became frantic, the scruff of his jaw scratching at my cheeks.

  I moaned, straddling his waist, and rocked my hips back and forth until he grew beneath me. “Get hard for me, baby boy,” I whispered against his mouth.

  “Fuck, Creena.” He shivered, pulling me rougher against him.

  I smiled, releasing him with a wet smack. “You drive me i
nsane,” I told him, brushing my fingers down his cheek.

  “I can say the same thing for you.” He kissed my palm.

  I grinned, leaning my forehead against his. “Are you going to come find me tonight?”

  “Damn fucking right I am,” he snarled, sinking his teeth into my wrist.

  “Yeah?” I breathed. “What if you can’t find me?”

  “Oh, I will.” He grabbed hold of my hips, thrusting up until I felt every inch of his powerful body. “I will knock on every fucking door in this poor excuse for a town until I find what I need.”

  “And what’s that, Stone?” I kissed him softly, lifting the fabric of my dress to my knees. “What exactly do you need?”

  “You, Creena,” he said, his hand brushing beneath my dress and up my hips.

  “Stone ...” I shivered. “You make me lose control.”

  He kissed the corner of my mouth. “We’ll lose control together because fuck me, I want to give you everything you need.” His fingers slid up my inner thighs.

  Before I ended up fucking him on this couch, I jumped off his lap. Pacing back and forth, I took several breaths, easing the racing of my heart. “I’m not doing this with you here.”

  “You kissed me first, Creena.” He rose from the couch and took a step toward me. “Remember?”

  “I wanted a taste,” I blurted, my cheeks heating.

  “Fuck.” He cupped himself. “You can’t say shit like that to me and not expect me to do something about it.”

  “I have to go.” I shook myself. “Come find me tonight.”

  Leaving Stone, I headed quickly to the room I stayed in while at the club. It held nothing that was even remotely mine but there was a bed, a dresser with a couple items of clothes, and a bathroom. It was used as a spare, in case we needed to crash. But in that moment, I needed to get away from Stone. I could feel him all over me without him even touching me. It drove me insane. No man had ever affected me this way. And when he did touch me, all bets were off. I was never into voyeurism or even exhibitionism but fuck me if he didn’t make me want him to just take me anywhere. I didn’t care who was watching or who could possibly hear us. He drove me wild with need. It was a need so damn strong it was all I could think about.

  As soon as I opened the door, I was shoved into the room.

  I stumbled over my feet when a rough hand gripped my ponytail, pulling my head back. I gasped and was pushed up against the door, slamming it shut behind me.

  Stone stared down at me, his hand around my throat and his gaze hard. “I don’t like being teased.” In a quick move, he lifted me, shoving his waist between my legs.

  My head banged against the door, a whimper escaping me at his erection pushing into me.

  “I don’t enjoy knowing my marks are on you and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.” Stone pushed the fabric of my dress to my hips. “I am also fucking jealous that my hoodie has been touching you this whole damn time instead of me.” His hold on my throat tightened, his free hand sliding up my hip to my bare ass. His gaze darkened. “No panties, Creena?”

  I licked my lips. “As long as you keep fucking me, I will never wear panties again.”

  “Shit.” His mouth was mere inches from mine. “I need to fuck you. Right now. I can’t wait until tonight.”

  I panted, gripping his waist, and moved my hips over his fabric-covered erection. “Not yet. I want you to come find me tonight.”

  “Creena,” he groaned, moving with me, and thrust between my legs. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants again? Is that what you want? For me to lose it?”

  “Yes,” I pleaded. “God, I just want us to break.” I shivered against him, rubbing myself over him.

  Stone gripped under my knees, pushing them to my chest. “Then make us come, baby.”

  I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, and just felt. His hold on my body. His grip on my damn soul. We hadn’t even had sex since our drunken stupor and already I couldn’t get enough of the guy.

  “Look at me,” Stone demanded, brushing his mouth over mine.

  My eyes fluttered open, landing on his handsome face. Running my fingers through his hair, I tugged the soft strands, riding out the pleasure he was giving me.

  Each time he thrust forward, I pushed until my thigh muscles burned. Our breathing picked up. Our eyes locked.

  “Faster,” he demanded, leaning a hand against the door beside my head while his other tightened around my throat. “Fuck, Creena.”

  I gripped his waist, rubbing myself all over him.

  “Hmm ...” He kissed the side of my neck. “I can smell you. I can feel your come through my pants, baby girl.” His teeth sunk into the soft spot beneath my ear. “You’re so damn wet.”

  “Please.” I shook against him. “I ...” I licked my lips, the release hovering, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him. To feel him writhing and hard beneath me. “I need you.”

  He smirked before crashing his mouth to mine. Carrying me to the bed, he pulled me further beneath him. His tongue thrust deep between my lips.

  I swallowed his groans, hinting for him to take it further.

  “Beg, Creena,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Beg me to fuck you,” he demanded, pushing his waist between my legs and rubbing himself over my throbbing clit.

  I whimpered, my back bowing off the bed. The release was close. I could taste it. But it did nothing to curb this craving. I wanted Stone to destroy me. I wanted him to take me so far away I didn’t know how to get back. “God, Stone.”

  “That’s it, Creena,” he growled, biting my neck. “You will beg me to fuck you. Say it. Tell me how much you want me.”

  I chewed my bottom lip to keep the words from falling off of my tongue.

  “Say it.” He gripped my throat, staring down at me. “Tell me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me,” I cried out, scratching my nails into his nape.

  Stone grabbed a condom from his back pocket and brought it to my mouth. “Rip it open.”

  Sliding my tongue along the edge, I licked up the small square.

  His nostrils flared.

  And that was when a knock sounded on the door.

  ***

  (Stone)

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I growled, leaning my forehead against Creena’s.

  “Shit.” Her chest rose and fell. “We’ll be out in a sec,” she called out.

  “No rush.” Meeka giggled from the other side of the door.

  “Your sister has it in for my cock,” I said through clenched teeth, easing the raging hard on between my legs.

  “Nah.” Creena kissed me softly. “Just not our time yet.”

  “We can ignore her,” I suggested, brushing my thumb over her swollen mouth.

  “No.” She nipped the pad of my thumb as it moved over her lips. “But tonight, I am all yours,” she promised.

  “Well, you have to give me a moment then.” I pushed my face into the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths, and tried thinking about everything besides her sweet pussy and the fact she just begged me to fuck her.

  “Take all the time you need,” she purred, running her fingers through the hair at my nape.

  I shivered, a groan escaping my mouth. Lifting my head, I stared down at her. Her lips were red and swollen from my kisses and bites. The green in her eyes bright and filled with lust.

  Letting out a slow breath of air, I sat back and pulled her from the bed. “I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman so bad,” I told her, watching her eyes dilate. “We fucked last night. I don’t remember. You don’t remember. We’ve tried twice. We’ve had several orgasms between us in the last twenty-four hours but my cock still has not been in your hot pussy again.” I took a step toward her. “If I don’t fuck you and soon, I will become an asshole. And we don’t want that.”

  “Why not?” she breathed, her cheeks reddening.

  I grabbed her hand, pulling her against me. I smacked her ass, running my hand up the length of he
r spine to her hair and tugged her head back. “Because if it comes to that” —I leaned down to her ear— “I will end up fucking you anywhere and wherever I want, and I won’t care who’s watching.”

  ***

  (Creena)

  Holy. Shit.

  I stared up at the man who had just said the hottest thing ever to me.

  “Until then.” Stone kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand, placing a soft peck on my knuckles.

  “You better come find me tonight,” I told him, opening the door and stepped out into the hall.

  “I will, baby girl.” He placed a gentle kiss on my head. “See you later.” He winked and made his way down the hall, whistling a happy tune.

  Holy fucking hell.

  “YOU KNOW. I have better things to do then being manhandled and forced into seeing you, right?” I crossed my arms under my chest and glared at my brother staring back at me from the computer screen.

  “When you refused to let me fly you out here, Skype is our last resort, dear sister.”

  “I was supposed to go over to a friend’s place and see her and her new baby. But no, my brother is a controlling douche.”

  After the insanely hot moment with Stone, Kenny had two of his men show up. Before they could make an appearance and cause a scene, I left with them, telling everyone I had to suddenly work.

  “I also don’t like lying to my friends. I had to tell them I got called into work.”

  “Are you done?” Kenny asked, tenting his fingers under his chin.

  “What do you want that couldn’t be discussed over the phone instead of your bastards dragging me into the car and driving who the fuck knows where?”

  “My men would never manhandle or drag you anywhere, as you put it.” Kenny took a sip from a tumbler of amber liquid before continuing, “They know better and I don’t appreciate the name calling, either.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Right.” I let out an exaggerated sigh. “What do you want besides making me miserable?”

  “We need to talk about your position in the family.”

  My heart stuttered. “You know what my position is. Daddy—”