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  “I’m going to get a taste. Anyone ever lick your pussy?”

  I catch my bottom lip between my teeth and shake my head. Like I said, I’ve only experienced selfish men in my life.

  “Hmmm,” he hums and shoots me a grin. “I get to be the first to pleasure my woman with some mouth action. Hold onto the sheets ‘cause you’re gonna shoot for the stars.”

  I sure hope he makes good on his promise, because I could surely use a little bit of heaven within the shards of my screwed-up life.

  C H A P T E R F I V E

  – DREAMER –

  Her eyes are locked on mine and they hold so much emotion, it makes my chest tighten with a truckload of feelings. I never look a woman in the eye while fucking. It’s probably why I preferred to take pleasure with help from Ram to keep the chick occupied. Less work, get off fast. But this sure isn’t about getting off, and keeping our gaze locked gives it a personal angle.

  And that right there makes the damn difference. She is not a mindless fuck; this is my old lady. This woman has gone through a lot and yet here she is, lying before me and practically demanding me to devour her. I slide my hands over her legs, pushing them apart to give me more room to settle in.

  Leaning forward I slowly lick from ass to clit and have to close my eyes and relish in her sweet taste. I quickly bury my face against her pussy, shaking my head like a wild animal and cover my scent—and her essence—all over. Fucking hell, the kind of need coursing through my veins is more than a deep possessiveness. It’s as if a bond clicks in place and you know deep down this right here is what you want for the rest of your life.

  Not just lust or circumstances throwing two people together but it’s the kind of compatibility that’s rare; the whole destined to be shit. And I’m not a fairytale romantic, but I’m not an idiot either, and trusting my gut that’s screaming this woman is meant to be mine will not be ignored.

  Our eyes stay locked. Her pussy is soft and completely bare. Pink. Puffy. Wet. Fucking delicious and my cock is painfully hard pressing into the mattress. Her lips part and her tongue sneaks out to slide over her bottom lip. Lust is openly staring back at me.

  Lifting my head, I boldly ask, “Ever sucked cock?”

  She nods and fucking licks her lips again. “Once, but I wasn’t very good at it, or so I’ve been told.”

  “Fuck anyone before us,” I growl. “Come on.” I smack the inside of her leg. “Scoot up and give me some room to lie down.”

  She instantly obliges and I’m on my back with my next breath, pulling her on top of me while turning her around so I’m now staring at her pussy splayed out like heaven above me.

  “Much better,” I mutter and grip her ass to drag her down while lifting my head slightly.

  “Motherfucker,” I growl against her pussy.

  Coral goes rigid above me and her voice is shaky when she says, “I told you I wasn’t any good.”

  “Don’t stop, suck my cock back in between those tight lips, sweetheart. Damn, that felt good. And I said to forget anything anyone ever said to you. I didn’t expect for your mouth to need a warning sign before my cock was sucked inside because you feel so good, woman. So. Daaaaaaaamn. That’s. Fucking. It. Suck hard, darlin’. Hell yeah.”

  My eyes roll into the back of my head and I make sure to get a mouthful of pussy to ground me to this earth because I’m drifting away here. Screw the whole taking our time to get to know each other and no sex. I’m going to keep this woman locked inside my room for the rest of our lives. If my cock is treated with her mouth in a way my cum wants to rip out and coat the back of her throat, there’s no telling how blissful her pussy will feel because that soft, puffy, delightful spot tastes magnificent.

  She grinds her pussy in my face with a desperate need. Her mouth rips from my cock, leaving it coated with her saliva while her hot breath keeps the attention flowing around it. Soft moans fill the air and when I catch her clit between my teeth to softly nibble and suck, she lights up beautifully. Almost fucking suffocating me by riding my face hard.

  But I’m not complaining one damn bit when her hot mouth returns around my cock. A few sucks and the cum rips right out. I have one ass cheek in hand and an arm wrapped around her back to keep her in place while I shamelessly thrust my hips off the bed to shove myself deeper into her mouth with her pussy still in my face. Fucking bliss.

  We shift around on the bed and I drag her into my arms to settle her against me with her head on my chest. Yes. This is where we need to spend our unforeseeable time. And we do for the next two days. I answer a few texts, three phone calls with Jace to keep up-to-date, and a handful of times I have to get out of bed to open the door for food. But the rest of the time is spent in bed, shower, taking her up against the wall, or spreading her out on the carpet since we didn’t quite make it to the bed while walking out of the shower.

  It all shows neither of us can get enough of each other. But after two days we need to socialize and I’ve been ordered to be in church for a meeting. It also gives me the chance to get some more condoms since we ran out of the big box I kept in my room.

  We’re both clean and tested, Coral by those assholes who wanted to sell her with a clean bill of health, and me because I just had a checkup and never fuck without a condom. But we’re not riding bareback with the whole pregnancy angle. The thought doesn’t repel me. Though, I’ve never given a single thought to becoming a father.

  Not until this woman. And imagining us sitting on the porch of the house I bought while our kids play in the backyard along with a dog does give a surprisingly nice visual. Shit. I’m so damn hooked.

  “Oh, no you don’t. You just spent two days humping like bunnies. Come on, let her breathe a little so you can handle some business before going back to happy humping time,” Ram says as he smacks my back.

  I shoot him a glare and snap, “You find yourself an old lady, see if you let her breathe without being near.”

  The corner of his mouth twitches. “Only the future knows what lies ahead of me. For now I can hump all over without a single hint of worry about breathing. Unless the chick dies on me while fucking, but that’s a different story.”

  “You can shut up any time now, Ram,” I mutter. “Twisted idiot.”

  A prospect strolls past us. “Leo, fetch me two boxes of condoms.”

  “Make it three. I need one too,” Ram says and hands Leo some cash. “Get yourself some too, Leo. I’m out of a fuck buddy with Dreamer here having his balls tied to a chain by the lovely Coral.”

  Coral—who just reaches us with a cup of coffee in each hand—blushes scarlet. She hands me my coffee with a sweet smile.

  I take a sip while she clears her throat and says, “I’m not sorry for stealing your fuck buddy.”

  I almost choke on my coffee while Ram barks out a laugh. “Woman, damn right you’re not sorry, and neither am I. You two make a great pair and you fit in nicely with the other two old ladies. Even if you spent more time in his bed than actually being around others.”

  I growl low in my throat as a warning and Ram holds his hands up. “No offense there, sunshine. I’m all for bunny hoppin’ time, so—”

  “Anytime now, Ram,” I snap and shove his shoulder. “Any fucking time would be perfect for shutting up.” I turn to Coral. “I’m heading for church. Are you keeping the other old ladies company?”

  She nods and I take her hand to kiss her knuckles before I tug her hand to pull her closer and give her a proper kiss.

  “Before you start to hump here,” Ram starts.

  I break the kiss to spin around and kick Ram’s ass but I’m staring at Jace’s back.

  “Get in church instead of aggravating a brother, asshole,” Jace snaps.

  I’m still staring at them when I feel a soft kiss on my cheek.

  “I’ll be right here,” Coral murmurs.

  I give her a nod and stalk after Jace and Ram into church where most of my brothers are already sitting around the table.

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�Close the door, Ulser,” Stone says and slides a piece of paper in front of me.

  I glance it over and let my gaze find his. “How did you get this?”

  I point at the handwritten information.

  “Bruno came by this morning after I talked to Alaric yesterday. Seems Bruno heard rumors about these auctions but since it’s not in his district he can’t do much about it. But you know how fucking twisted Bruno is.” Stone winces.

  Yeah, I know all about Bruno. He is a power-hungry lone wolf, a ruthless mafia leader loaded with money. But right now Alaric’s brother might be a key person to save Coral’s friend, Winter, and a way to take these fuckers out; any help is appreciated at this point.

  And then I realize why Stone is winching. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Please tell me this fucker isn’t rubbing his hands in glee and actually excited to go.”

  Stone gives me a tight nod. “His private jet brought him here as soon as Alaric contacted him. He arranged it all last night and is staying at a high-class hotel in the city waiting for the auction to take place. I don’t know if it was the description of the woman Coral gave, since it sounds the same as Angie, Alaric’s old lady, or the plain rush of buying a woman. But, you know he had the hots for a woman who fits that description for a long time.”

  “Until Alaric came into the picture. Angie was never meant to be his. The fucker has a hard on for virgin pussy, you know how the whole innocent and honor thing works in the mafia world. I’m doubting if we’re doing the right thing here by asking his help, we could very well save Winter while letting her slide into the hands of another predator.” I rub both my eyes with one hand, feeling the pressure of a headache starting to build.

  “Alaric called this morning with the same concerns. Bruno has been actively searching for a new wife ever since his died and he hasn’t been able to find a suitable one. Even if the fucker has a truckload of mistresses when he was married. Alaric said he hasn’t touched a chick in months. Something he didn’t need to know because those two aren’t close but it seems Bruno is getting lonely enough to visit his brother frequently these days. So, maybe it’s a good thing?”

  Erko snickers at Stone’s words. “Maybe he will buy her and the woman will fall for her savior. Sound familiar, Dreamer? The whole woman falling for her savior because you of all people would know it’s possible.”

  “It’s fucking rare, so don’t compare me and Coral to that fucker,” I growl.

  Jace shifts in his seat. “I wouldn’t say rare. Prez here shot his old lady’s ex when he was kicking the living shit out of her. He saved her, they fell in love.”

  “Something like you and Daniela? Claiming her because her ex came to the hospital she worked at to stir trouble?” Stone snaps. “Even if you two took months to meet again after we were kicked out of the hospital for attacking those security guys.”

  “Fuck,” Ram grumbles. “Can we vote for no more playing the hero on a white bike and all? I don’t want the whole ball and chain, keeping my dick locked to one pussy, shit.”

  “It’s part of life, asshole. When it happens, it happens. You can’t vote on not saving anyone ever again. And I know you. If there’s a woman in need, you’d be the first to go running,” Erko says.

  Ram’s shoulders sag and he releases another string of curses, knowing Erko is right. Because he is the good guy, no matter how tough he likes to be.

  “Whatever,” Ram sneers. “Are we done here? Bruno is handling the auction since you mentioned it’s too big to go in blind. The driver, Tito, and Mrs. Long are taken care off. And all we can do is wait for Bruno to get back to us. Or until Tito’s brother, Nario, either shows up in town looking for his brother since we haven’t been able to locate him. No wonder Bruno mentioned the fucker is labeled a fugitive. I think that’s why Nario’s been dust in the wind for that reason alone.”

  “Not so much dust in the wind,” Stone says with a harsh voice. “Bruno said that as of this morning there has been a wave of warning flowing through the underworld. He has marked Tito as missing and someone better step forward or blood will spill the streets. Only top dogs know how to contact him but not a lot want to have anything to do with this fucker with the whole fugitive angle. It might work to our advantage but we don’t want to step into the spotlights of the law either.”

  “Blood will spill the fucking streets anyway. It will be him bleeding out. Letting his fucking brother prepare a woman for him. How many shades of fucked-up can you have?” I growl.

  The door swings open and everyone’s attention swings to my woman who storms inside and launches herself at me.

  Ry rushes in after her and grunts between pants, “Limo. Asshole in a suit. Parking lot. Coral recognized him. Shit, I need to nap longer if we have jump and run issues bright and early.”

  “Erko, Ulser, get all the old ladies in the safe room and stay in front to keep watch. Dreamer, Ram, Jace, you guys are with me. The rest of you, spread out and make sure every angle is covered and a bullet can fly into this fucker’s brain if he so much as twitches,” Stone orders.

  Coral is holding me so damn tight, it’s hard to take a step forward. I’m guessing she doesn’t want to head for the safe room.

  “What’s wrong, Coral? Ry said you recognized him?” I question.

  Her head bobs. “He’s the one who murdered a woman in front of everyone to make sure we obeyed.”

  “Listen to me, sweetheart. Go with the old ladies and head for the safe room. There will be a few of my brothers standing guard. I need you safe and far away from this fucker. Let us deal with this, okay? I’ll come get you when it’s handled.”

  Her arms tighten but soon enough she steps back. Both Ry and Daniela flank her side as they rush toward the safe room.

  “I’m guessing it’s Tito’s brother, Nario, paying us a visit. But I have to fucking wonder how he tracked us down. We didn’t leave a trail, not even when we reached out for information about the fucker, and we have no damn connections to him or Mrs. Long. Unless Nario thinks he has some kind of claim on my old lady because Long’s son was supposed to have a deal with Ry’s father,” Stone rambles, anger in his words and features. “Maybe that’s how he found us, or he’s swinging by to check if we know where Mrs. Long is since it was her who looked after the women in her house.”

  “Let’s go find out.” I crack my knuckles and fall in step behind Jace.

  Once outside it’s clear the man in the suit is related to Tito, the resemblance is striking. This must be Nario. There are two men standing by his side. Bulging muscles and guns in plain sight. The driver of the limo is also still in his seat.

  “State your reason for business. This is private property and if I’m not interested I would suggest you leave. So, choose your words wisely to catch, and hold, my attention,” Stone snaps and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

  “I am Nario Altibelli, you must be Stone, the president of Trigger Pull MC. Seeing the patch on your chest and the information I obtained this morning matches. I am here to retrieve property that seems to be misplaced. You see, my brother went to check on some of our . . . merchandise and hasn’t returned since. After checking his schedule my men went by the last place he visited. The property he was supposed to be at was destroyed. We ran a check. A check that led us here. Now, I don’t suppose a motorcycle club would take a crispy corpse, but they would take a stray woman. Said woman belongs to me, no matter what story she might have told. Hand her over so we can be on our way.”

  I glance to my right. I can’t attack or do anything; Stone is my president and he’s the one in charge. He’s the person who makes decisions which could put all our lives in the balance. My anger grows while Stone looks unfazed.

  “And you expect me to know whatever the fuck you’re talking about? The women in our clubhouse are here of their own free will. Some are old ladies and for sure as fuck aren’t any property of yours. So, you’re done here. Get off my property.”

  “Now, now, Stone. There’s no need for h
ostility. And I have to say, I am a bit disappointed about your denial. It so happens that my property is always tagged when they are brought in. The GPS tracker clearly pinpoints she’s here. Either you hand her over or we will have a problem which will result in the same destruction I just witnessed at Mrs. Long’s place.” His head tilts slightly. “Or do you have anything to do with that too?”

  I’m rooted to the ground. Jace is standing on Stone’s other side and is also not moving. We’re all trusting our president to handle this and like always, Stone looks like he has it all under control. All while my mind is reeling with the fact these fucks not only rip women from their lives but also put a GPS in them for easy tracking. No wonder Coral failed to escape before we saved her.

  “No reply? Might it be a silent agreement to check if the woman— ”

  “The fuck you will,” Stone says as he cuts him off and takes a step forward. “I mentioned getting the hell off my property. And if you’re not gone within the next few minutes I’m going to call the cops. And it’s not because we can’t throw you off ourselves but I sure would like to know what they have to say about fuckers who put a tracker in a human being because they consider them their property.”

  Nario looks unimpressed. “Go ahead, call them. It will speed up the process to get back what belongs to me.”

  “Dreamer.” Stone keeps his eyes on Nario when he adds, “Mind kicking the trash off our property? It’s starting to stink.”

  “My pleasure, prez.” I can’t help the grin sliding on my face.

  I ball my hands into fists and lean my head from left to right, more than ready to take on all three at once. I have enough anger to fuel my strength.

  One of the guys next to Nario steps forward but Nario snaps, “No.”

  I hold my advances.

  Nario keeps his gaze on Stone and says, “Are you sure you want to go down this road? Seeing the woman you’re keeping from me was meant to serve me.”

  “Was that why your brother shoved a dildo the size of my pinky up her ass? Not much preparing needed for your wiener size cock, eh?” I taunt.