BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) (7 page)

Diana’s face filled with confusion as I stopped kissing her and looked down at her.  I winked, rolled off of her and stood up, then turned to face him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Diana asked from her prone position on the ground as she looked up at us.

“This finely dressed gentlemen didn’t believe me when I told him you were expecting me.”  He stood in front of me, his eyes bulging, his fat lips open and gasping for breath.  “I don’t think he liked the way I look.  Imagine that.”

We squared off, staring each other down.

“Ms. Trudeau, I apologize.  This man…he…rushed past me.  I tried to stop him, ma’am.  The police are on their way up.”

“I rushed past you?”  I asked, laughing in his face.  “Why don’t you tell her what really happened?  You didn’t even give me a chance, you tried to tell me to leave.  Why don’t you tell her what a good job you did guarding the door?  Tell her about your little merry-go-round ride?”

Diana looked at us in confusion, shaking her head.

“Reggie, I’m so sorry, but I was expecting him.  He’s my guest.  He’s going to be staying with me for a few days.”

I was? I raised an eyebrow, my cock hardening even more at the thought of it.

“I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Trudeau.  It was my…,” he looked over at me, his gaze trailing up and down my body with disapproval, “…mistake.  My apologies, sir.”

“Suck my dick, nutcracker boy,” I replied with a smile.

“Slade!” Diana admonished me.

“Sorry…” I muttered, realizing I had embarrassed her.  I felt a small bit of regret, otherwise, an apology would have never passed my lips.  

Thankfully, nutcracker nodded, turned, and walked away down the hall.  Diana closed the door behind him and burst out laughing.

It was good to see her smile.  

“Sorry about that. I guess they don’t get many bikers passing through those doors,” I said, taking her into my arms again.

“I can’t believe you got here so fast. I didn’t know if you meant you were coming tonight or…what.”

“Too soon?” I asked.

She wrapped her arms around my neck again, her laughter fading as she looked in my eyes.

“It’s perfect.  Thank you.”

***

We sat on her couch, a beer in my hand, and a glass of red wine in hers as she explained everything that she was going through.

“Evie is my sister.  But I didn’t know until a few months ago that she even existed.  She called me out of the blue one day and I didn’t even believe her.  But she convinced me to meet her and I did.  She looks just like me.  A younger version of me, that is.”

“Oh, yeah?  She must be smokin’ hot, then,” I replied, my lips finding their way to the bare skin of her neck.

She giggled and pushed me away.  

“Stop it, I’m trying to talk, Slade.  And I can’t…think…when you do that.”

“Sorry, continue.”  I shifted in my seat, trying to focus on what she was saying and ignore my raging, impatient cock.

She took a sip of her wine and my eyes trailed her every movement.  She moved like a dancer - gracefully, effortlessly.  Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves, her baby blue eyes sparkled with life as she talked.  Her lips were full, pink, moist.  My breath caught in my throat as I drank her in.  She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I couldn’t stop staring.  I couldn’t wait to sink my cock back inside her.

Soon, Slade.  For now, fucking listen.  Focus, for fuck’s sake.

“Anyway.  So, now she’s missing.  And the cops are sure her disappearance is connected with the other two missing girls.”

“The cops, huh?  Since when are they sure of anything?”

“Well, I have a source.  In the bureau.  And I believe her.  She told me that each time the cops found a rattlesnake at the scene where the girls were taken.”

“A snake? What the fuck?”

“I know, it’s fucking creepy, right?  But that’s how they know they were taken by the same person.”

“Okay.  Go on,” I said.    

“Well, there’s not much more.”

“What’s this about someone following you?”

“Oh, that.  Evie worked…works…at a club in Old Town.  A strip club, actually.  She’s a cocktail waitress. I went to talk to a friend of hers.  It didn’t work out so well.  And when I left, I got followed by some guy that was there.  He was drunk.”

“Why did he follow you?”

“I think he saw me coming out of the lap dance booth.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  

“You got a lap dance?  I didn’t think you’d be the type.”

“Shut up,” she said, meeting my smile with one of her own.  “I was trying to talk to one of Evie’s friends.  She just happened to be a stripper.”

“So the guy that followed you? What happened?”

“Well, nothing.  I kneed him in the balls and he fell down and I ran to my car.  That’s all.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes,” she replied, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“So, why did you call me?”

“I have to go back.”

“To the strip club?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, beauty, I’m still confused.  How can I help you?”

“I need you to come back to the strip club with me.  I’m supposed to meet Sapphire Rose there tomorrow.  I”m afraid to go alone now…” her voice trailed off, and I saw a flash of fear in her eyes.

“So you want me to go to a strip club with you to talk to a stripper?”

“Yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“No problem,” I replied.

“Thank you,” she said softly, taking another sip of her wine.

“So.  What do we do in the meantime?” I asked, sliding across the couch towards her, my cock throbbing and ready.

“Sleep, Slade.  We sleep.  It’s the middle of the fucking night,” she said, pushing me away half-heartedly.

“That was my point exactly,” I said with a smile.  “The middle of the fucking night.”

“No!” she said with a smile, standing up.  “I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow.  The couch is really comfortable.”

I leaned back on the couch as she walked into her bedroom, reached down and squeezed my aching and very unhappy cock.   I groaned at the pain.

So, she needs a little time to warm up
, I thought.  
I’ll have her writhing under my tongue soon enough.

☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼

Holy fuck
.  He was so much hotter than I remembered.  After I had recovered from him barreling into me, and cussing out Reggie, it took all my strength to focus on telling him about Evie and why I needed him.  I was burning alive under the intense heat of his gaze.  

He was the most masculine man I had ever known.  Masculinity oozed from his tall, thin frame, and his confidence was completely unnerving.  He was more than confident, though.  He was cocky, arrogant, and so fucking sure of himself.  Most assuredly, he was completely unshakable.  

Which is why I had called him in the first place.  But fuck if I wasn’t second-guessing that phone call.  Did I really need him to go to the club with me?  The guy that followed me probably wouldn’t even be there again.  I had a moment of weakness, that was all, and now here I was faced once again with the sexiest, most dangerous man I had ever known, that sure as hell didn’t have any place in my life.

That much was obvious.  Hell, even Reggie could see that.

Fuck
.

I lay in my bed, listening to him toss and turn on my couch, my body beginning to ache with yearning as I remembered the way he had touched me.  The way he had kissed me.  The way he had fucked me.

With wild abandon.  

Savagely.  

With a fiery passion that threatened to destroy every cell in my body with pleasure.

It was unlike any other romp in the sack I could remember.  If I was honest with myself, I hadn’t even thought about any other old boyfriends since that night with Slade.  He had eclipsed all other sexual experiences.

It was as if he knew my body better than I did.  

Fuck.
 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I was a grown woman.  And he was a grown man.  What was the point of resisting him now?  

I was torn.  I felt like I should be focusing on finding Evie.  Or, at least finding out anything I could about her, something that might be able to help the cops.  She could be out there being raped, or tortured, or worse.

And here I was, lying in my fucking memory foam bed under a goddamned goosedown comforter in my luxury high-rise condo, enjoying all the fruits of my labor, completely comfortable and safe.  

And instead of thinking about her, all I could think about was the outlaw biker on my couch, and how delicious his tongue would feel between my quivering thighs again.

What kind of sister was I?

One that was very distracted and starving for attention, I suppose.

***

Somehow, I managed to fall asleep.  Not until I had slipped my hand between my legs and taken care of myself, though.  I had done that a million times before, hundreds in the last few months, with Slade’s face front and center in my mind’s fantasies.  Doing it with him under the same roof felt so wrong, but I couldn’t resist.  My body was screaming for release.

I had almost called out for him, but I crammed my pillow in my mouth, determined not to make a fool of myself.  I had asked him to come help me with a job, not push me over the edges of desire all night long.

I would have him accompany me to meet with Sapphire, and then I would send him on his way.  Maybe after all this was over, after Evie was found safe and sound, then we could see each other again.

Right now, I needed to concentrate on finding my sister.

When I walked out into my kitchen the next morning, I realized doing that was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated.

Slade stood in my kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers, making coffee.  When he turned around, the huge erection jutting towards me made me gasp.

He looked down and laughed.

“Sorry about that,” he said, with a shrug.  “Mornin’ wood.  Uncontrollable.”

My eyes widened when I saw it throbbing and twitching under the cotton shorts.  I was speechless, my body aching to pull the shorts down and devour him, as I had fantasized about doing again so many times.

“Th-that’s okay,” I muttered.  Slade walked over towards me, and as he stood in front of me, I swear I could feel the heat radiating from him.  

“Diana.”  His gaze held mine, hypnotizing me.

“Yes?”

“I’m not one to beat around the bush.  Maybe you caught on to that.”

“Yeah,” I replied, not quite yet sure what he was getting at.  I did know that if he got any closer I was going to rip those boxers right off of him.  His bare muscular chest pressed against me as he continued.

“And I understand that you’re worried about your sister.  And your job.  You’ve got a lot on your plate.”

“Yes,” I agreed.  I balled my hands into fists at my sides to keep myself from caressing his chest.

He ran a hand through his short sandy blonde hair.  I looked at his lips, the desire to feel them on me shooting right through me.

“Here’s the deal.  I don’t want to come off as a selfish prick or anything, but last night on that couch?  Yeah, that fucking sucked.  Knowing you were in there, alone in bed, and remembering all the fun we had that one night? Well, I’ll be perfectly honest with you and tell you that I came this fucking close to barging in there and sinking this hard cock inside of you again.  It’s not often I don’t do what my body tells me too.”