Captivate Me (6 page)

His eyes swing to me as his body trembles. No man would be able to resist Bella, not even my brother.

“Man?” he questions, and I cut him a look. He sighs. “Yeah, Bella.”

She smiles up at him as she engulfs him in her mouth. His jaw drops as she takes him, and a look of utter shock makes his eyes almost cross. Fuck, yeah.

My dick jumps as Bella’s hand comes up, gripping me hard and stroking as she bobs up and down on my brother. His hands go to her hair, and his head lulls back, letting the pure joy that is Bella take him over. Fuck, hopefully, this will snap him out of his shit.

I grip Bella’s wrist, and she freezes, pulling back.

“Bed. On your back. Legs open and ready for me.” She rises. “Oh, and take that fucking bra off. I want to suck on your tits while I fuck you and you suck off Breaker.”

She moans, taking off her bra and getting into position, spreading herself wide on the mattress. Her hair flows in a curtain off to the side as her chest rises and falls with apprehension mixed with excitement.

I grab a foil packet and roll the condom on my dick, needing to be inside this woman more than I need air to breathe. Her eyes connect with mine, and damn, the fire inside them…

I climb between her thighs, her pussy wet and glistening. She moans and gives a soft cry as I plunge into her. Not slow. No, I can’t go slow.

Breaker tries to hide his groan to no avail.

I nod to my brother who touches Bella under her chin, and she turns toward him on the side of the bed. She looks up at him, opens her lips, and he thrusts inside her.

I lose it. Fuck, that’s gotta be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I have done the threesome thing before, but with Bella, it’s different in a way I can’t describe. It just is.

Her pussy spasms around my cock as she comes, sucking me deeper inside her. I grip her hips, using everything I have in me to pull her down on me as I push in. Fuck, that’s so damn good.

“Oh, God,” Bella tries to scream, but my brother’s dick is filling her mouth, so it comes out seriously muffled.

“I’m going to fucking blow,” Breaker growls, looking at me. I know he wants to know if he can come in her mouth.

I nod, and he throws his head back. Not to be left behind, I pummel into Bella. My balls draw up, and the tingles at the bottom of my spine cause shards to explode around me.

The world doesn’t exist. All the shit thrown at us doesn’t exist. At that moment, it’s only Bella. She’s the only one who matters to me.

Fuck me. I stare at the computer. I need to get to work so I can get to my woman.

“How are we on ammo for the Glocks?” Tug calls out through the wide room that houses all of our stock.

One thing I fully admit: Ravage doesn’t fuck around when it comes to preparation. With all the shit on the thirty or so metal shelves, we have enough to protect us from just about anything. I learned this early on in my prospecting for the club when shit started to go south. I knew back then that information was privileged, and I would only get what I need. Now, being a full member in the fold, I like not having to guess the possibilities or the issues.

I’ve never been a man who likes surprises. Those damn things get you killed.

I finish counting the ammunition and yell out, “Got plenty.” Then I look over at the shotgun shells. “Low on shells, though. I don’t suppose we’ll be using them much.”

Shotguns are a pain in the ass to manually load. It’s why semi-automatics are the way to go. Some of the older generation, like Zeb, love the damn things. Then again, he can hit a moving target from several feet away, so I’m not going to complain.

Tug walks up, Becs following. “Looks like we’re good to go.”

I rub my hand over my face. With just becoming a full member, I know shit about Ransom except what I’ve heard from the guys, but what I don’t, I’m trying to catch up on. I appreciate my ability to memorize shit quickly now more than ever.

I hated school as a kid, couldn’t figure out what end was up. But if there was a test, I could memorize the entire cheat sheet beforehand and ace the thing. I didn’t really retain that information, but now that I look back, did I really need it?

The Army taught me the most. They taught me how to be a man because Lord knows, Buzz and I never had one around who was worth a damn. I don’t fault my mother for that in the least. I’m actually quite proud of her.

She is the mom who had cookies for you when you came home from school, asked us about our day, and sat with us while we did our homework. She worked shit hours as a nurse so she could be home with us when we got out of school. She provided for us as best she could. Sure, we didn’t have shit the other kids had, but so what? I thought it helped us build character. Most of the assholes who had all the nice shit had asses for mothers and fathers. No, thank you. I knew at five that I had a kickass mom. Still do.

Becs strides over with a spiral notebook in his hand, making notes. To the normal person’s eye, it looks like scribbles and sketches. To a Ravage’s eye, it shows each weapon we have and the amount. Once I figured out the code for it, it was easy to recognize.

Becs pulls up a wooden crate, scraping it along the concrete floor before he plops his ass on it. He looks drained as he rubs his hand over his face. “Fucking hell,” he grumbles. “This shit is going to get so much worse before it gets better. I can’t believe it was that dick this whole time. Our runs … Fuck, he paid us money for that shit. And all this time, he was after us? It’s like a slap in the fucking face, and Pops is gonna feel that most of all.”

Tug looks at me, and I lift my chin in acknowledgment. Neither of us have been privy to the story of Ransom since we recently just patched in, but we want to know more. From the look on Becs’ face, he’s not going to be the one to give it to us.

“What do we need to do?” Tug asks, pulling up his own crate and taking a seat while I continue to stand.

“Need to get everyone locked down here at the club. Need to get our other charters here, too. Need to find where in the fuck that fucker is and take him out.” I know that shit already, but he continues. “Look, this is on Pops. I’m sure he’s going to pull us in and tell everyone everything, but we need to give him a little time. While Buzz tries to track the fucker down, we’ll give him that. Then we take him out.” Becs rises and strides out the door without another word.

I look at Tug and shrug. “Going to find Buzz.”

He nods as I leave the room.

I head through the clubhouse, straight to Buzz’s command central or whatever you call it. It has a bunch of computers where he does his shit. The Army honed his computer skills. Bet they didn’t think he would be using them to hack.

Buzz sits at the bank of monitors, his face set in concentration. “I know you’re there, Breaker. What do ya need?” he asks as I stride in.

Since Buzz and I were kids, we’ve been able to read each other and have our own ways of communicating. Some say it’s a twin thing. I say it’s a brother thing, but whatever.

“Find him?” I ask, sitting down in the lone chair next to Buzz as he types away, entering some kind of code into one of the black screens.

“Fuck, he’s underground. I’ve pulled all the damn feeds from the street cameras around his place and the bar. I got nothing. If I had to guess, he cut them off while he was on the move. I don’t know how he knows that I’m on to him, but he does.”

My mind races. “You think we have bugs?” My gut tightens at the thought. It’s a strong possibility, especially if he cut out right when Buzz solved the puzzle.

“I think we should do a sweep.” He keeps typing. “I think Joey’s computer may have had something built into it that alerted him when I broke in to a certain point. I don’t know for sure, because there’s so much fucking code and shit, but I’ll look.”

“Where’s Bella?” I ask, and my brother’s head snaps to me at the mere mention of the woman’s name. Damn, he has it bad, but I’ve known that since he met her.

Buzz has always been the type of man to know exactly what he wants the moment he sees it. It’s only a matter of time before he claims Bella. Hell, the only reason he hasn’t is because of all the shit we’ve been dealing with at Ravage. As soon as this is settled, I know Bella will be his.

I’ve never gone after what I want, because I don’t get it.

“She’s up with the ol’ ladies. Did you see her in the clubhouse?”

I shake my head.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m fucking putting a tracking device on her.”

I chuckle, having no doubt he would do it. Fuck, he may even go as far as to insert it into her skin. I can’t blame him, though. Bella is the thing guys’ wet dreams are made of. All that dark hair and those curves … Fuck. But I don’t feel the same way that Buzz does about her. Sure, I care about her, and I’ll protect her with my life because she’s my brother’s girl and I actually like her, but there isn’t that connection like lovers.

Now friends is a totally different story. I’ve never really had many of those, keeping to myself most of the time. Sure, I had my team in the Army, but I don’t talk to them anymore. Seeing each other would only serve as a reminder of what went on in that grainy desert. While we depended on each other out there as bullets flew at our heads, none of us want to relive it.

It’s why I was so damn apprehensive about becoming a part of the Ravage MC. Yet, somehow, both my brother and I just fit here. I look back now and think,
What the fuck was my problem?
But when you grow up with only your brother as a friend, it’s hard to let others in.

“I’ll find her. Then I’ll talk to Pops about a sweep.”

Buzz goes back to the computers. “Make sure she’s alright. I scared the shit out of her, calling her like that.”

“You know you’re going to get your ass kicked for that, right?” And there is no way I can save him from that. None. Considering Bella isn’t even his ol’ lady, it makes this shit worse. A brother tells the club first. Always. He does not call up his girlfriend and have her here before letting the guys know what’s going on.

“I know. I’ll take it,” he replies, not missing a click on the computer.

I say nothing, only leave and search for Bella.

I find her in the basement, curled up on the couch with
Fight Club
playing low as she stares at the screen. This is her norm. When she stayed with us while we were on lockdown because of that ass Jace, I’d find her here in this exact spot, watching some Brad Pitt movie. Women.

I lift her feet to her surprise and sit down, putting her feet on my lap. She calms the moment she sees it’s me.

“He’s going to be in trouble, isn’t he?” Her eyes flicker with concern.

I have to admit that I love the fact that she cares so much about Buzz. He deserves that, deserves to have a good woman who will stand by him.

I place my hand on her leg, giving it a slight squeeze. “Club business,” is my only response.

She sighs, saying nothing, like my answer is satisfactory, then goes back to the movie. That’s another reason she’s good for my brother: she doesn’t ask questions. She accepts fate and moves on. It takes a strong woman to do that without giving any shit for it.

“Why aren’t you with Princess and Angel?” I ask.

She turns her head my way. “I’m tired. The adrenaline from getting the call and racing here crashed, so I told them I wanted to lie down for a bit. They’ve been taking shifts, coming down here and saying they’re making sure I’m alright. But I know it’s because Buzz told them to keep an eye on me.”

“That’s a good thing, Bella. We don’t want another man trying to take what Buzz considers his.”

Her eyes come to mine. “Huh?”

“Just let them keep checking on you. What about school?”

“I have one exam left. I called my professor and told him there was a family emergency, and he said I could take it online.” She shrugs. “It’s open notes, anyway. And then I’m on break for a while.”

I pat her legs. “Then you’re good. I’ve got shit to do.”

She nods, moving her legs from my lap as I rise, and she continues watching her movie. From her droopy eyes, I know she’ll be out soon. I smile, noting to myself to come back and check on her.