Page 22 of The Biker's Red Christmas

I'm no longer in control. My whole life flashes before my eyes as she takes me to a climax so high I swear I see Jesus.

I've never had anyone make me feel like this, and I'm not dumb enough to think it's purely from the sex.

"Hold on, I'm close," she whispers, and it feels like torture.

I need to come. I feel it building up in every one of my bones, but I don't; I'll wait for her.

She rides me hard and fast while I grip the sheets under me and fight my own release. Her body jerks a few times, and she whispers my name—the sound etched onto my soul the moment it leaves her mouth. Her motions aren't as fluid as they once were, so I lean up to help her. I wrap my arms around her, getting close so we're face to face and she's pinned to me. I slam her over and over on my lap, keeping my eyes open so I can look into my future.

"I'm never letting you go," I grunt as my muscles coil and finally sweet release washes over me.

I slam my lips to hers and kiss her with all the passion I have left in my body as thick ropes of my cum splash deep inside of her, over and over, painting every wall with my brand.

My orgasm seems to go on forever, but when I finally am able to breathe again, Sienna has her head leaning on my shoulder and her body completely lax in my arms. She’s seconds away from sleep.

This is where she belongs, and I'm not going to tell her different.

I lay back with her still straddling me and pull the blanket from the side over us. My eyelids grow heavy as the both of us lie there completely sated.

I don't know how a bastard like me managed to get someone like Sienna, but I'll forever be grateful.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm going off. I was worried at first that it would wake Red up, but it seems after a good round of loving, she sleeps like the dead. I got my clothes on and had one of the prospects go to the locksmith to pick up a new lock and deadbolt. I wrote and left the key on the table where Sienna would see it, along with a note for her to always use the deadbolt. I pocketed the extra key for myself. I'm sure I'd be coming back to her house more often now that I've claimed her.

Now that I was done with that, I had to focus on more important things, like backing up my club on this meeting with the Hands of Hell.

We were set to meet with them at midnight. Why the fuck Switch wanted to see us so late was beyond me, but I don't question anyone else's motives.

Leo, Spike, Rumble, Tella, and I are the only ones who are allowed to sit in for the meeting. I'd prefer to have more people with us, but Leo didn't want Switch to think this was some sort of ambush.

We pull up to the large clubhouse situated on the edge of town near the docks.

The second I get off my bike, I feel uneasy. It's too dark, and there are too many places for people to hide and be able to get the jump on us. The only saving grace is Switch was the one who called this meeting. I'm hoping he at least stays true to his word and doesn't try to pull a fast one on us.

As we are walking up to the door of the Hands of Hell clubhouse, Leo stays back and keeps me with him.

"You got your head on straight?" he asks, and for a moment I don't know what he's talking about.

"Yeah, man," I answer.

"No, I mean with your woman. We're going to get some answers, but they may say some shit you don't want to hear. I need to know you're not going to go off and start some shit we're all going to have to deal with. In case you haven't noticed, we're not at our strongest right now."

"I'm not here to start shit with them. All I want is answers. We can go from there." I tell Leo what he wants to hear, but in the back of my mind, I know if they give me answers I don't want to hear, I've got a sledgehammer with each of their names on it. I'm not opposed to violence. In fact, as the Enforcer of the club, it's my favorite pastime.

Leo nods his head, claps me on the back once, and then speeds up to take his place at the head of our little pack. Leo has always been a good leader, but ever since he claimed Nisa as his ol' lady, he's changed a bit. He’s become a little more diplomatic and has a bit more tact.

It took a long time for him to claim her, too. After all, Nisa is the sister of one of our fallen brothers. He promised Hugh that he'd never do anything to hurt Nisa and that he'd always protect her. Getting over himself and taking her in was a hard obstacle that nearly cost a lot of people their lives. I'm happy they are together, but now I realize why he was so hesitant about taking her on in the first place.

Usually, when I'm on a run with my brothers, all I'm thinking about is making sure all of my people come out of this alive. My own safety is at the very bottom of that list. Now that I have Red, I want to make sure I come home to her. It's not a good look when the man who is supposed to be the most brutal in the squad is having reservations about things.

Slowly, the front door opens to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, and we walk inside. Before we can take any more steps over the threshold, a man in a Hands of Hell vest stops us and begins patting us down.

"Get your fucking hands off me," Rumble barks when the man slides his hands down Rumble's leg to the hidden weapon he has there.

"Now, don't be like that. We just want to make sure this meeting is as calm as can be." Switch speaks from where he's sitting in the large main area. "That means no weapons. None of us are armed." Switch lifts his shirt to show us that he doesn't have a gun—at least not where we can see.

I hate the fact that we're going to have to go in unarmed, but with a nod from Leo, I know I have to go along with the frisk. The member at the door disarms all of us and leaves our weapons in a small see-through box right by the door.

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