Page 4 of Feint

I got up and walked outside. Leaning against the wall by my bike, I pulled out a blunt. A few puffs wouldn’t hurt, and I wanted to take the edge off from the tension of the moment. I texted Rosalie that I had made it and would let her know when I knew how long I would be.

Shortly after, the bikers began to pour out of the clubhouse. We would be leaving a few behind, mostly prospects with a few patched members because we never kept the clubhouse empty.

I got on my bike and yanked my helmet over my head as Damien sat on hers. She revved her bike, then pulled up to the front of the group, followed by me and Wilder as Mack brought up our rear. The rest followed suit, and we took a two-hour cruise up and down the coastline, parking up at a beach—one of the VP’s favorite spots. There, the drinks came out, bonfires were lit, and a car from the clubhouse pulled up and bumped some music. Damien said funerals were depressing; instead of having the last thoughts of a member as a depressing grave, we would party. Party and remember all the good times with a member lost too soon.

I made sure Damien wasn’t left alone the whole night. As tough as she was, she had experienced the most loss out of everyone I knew. She’d lost her brother and older sister a few years back in a turf war with the Wayward Suns MC. And now, the last connection she’d had to her childhood was gone as well.

I had to make sure she was good. And to make sure Mack didn’t have any time alone with her tonight to push his case for VP when she was emotionally vulnerable.

The night got late, and we made our way back to the clubhouse. After she knew everyone got back safely, she walked over to me. I reached out and offered her a blunt. She took the blunt into her fingers, took a long drag, held it, then blew it out lazily.

“Take me home, Enforcer.” She softly spoke as she glanced at me.

Damien and I had hooked up in the past, but once she’d become president, that had abruptly stopped. But the fact remained that I was one of the only people who knew where she lived, and right now, she was way too plastered to drive herself anywhere else tonight. I nodded, and she hopped on the back of my bike. We cruised to her house, which was an average-sized cottage on the oceanfront.

She tapped my helmet when she hopped off, and she gave me a wary look. “You know you’re too good an enforcer for me to move you to VP, right? Fuck, Kordell, if I move you up, then the sergeant will be enforcer, and he is not as efficient as you.”

Her denial hung in the air. This was bullshit.

“Damien, you can’t be serious. You can’t block me from the VP position just because you think Mack will fuck up as enforcer. Find someone else to replace me. You know there isn’t a better pick than me for VP, so why are we playing around?”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her in. My hand slid to the small of her back, keeping her steady. She stared at me, then sighed.

“I don’t want to risk it. Plus, there are some who don’t think you’ve earned your spot to be the new VP. They think you helped out Reign when his illness really took over, only to look good when he died.” She grabbed the sides of my helmet and brought it to her forehead. “Unless you do something big, I can’t give you the position, Kordell.” She pulled back and looked me in my eyes again. I knew what she meant. I had to have the backing of the club, or there would be trouble. I knew the sergeant had a lot of backing. It probably didn’t help that I’d spent a lot of time in the city the past couple of months either.

“I got you, D. I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it.”

I grabbed her hands and lowered them from my helmet. She stepped back, and I took off down the road into the night, back to the clubhouse. Tomorrow, I would come up with a plan and then head back down to the city to see my girl.

But now, I was ready to lie in my bed here and get some damn sleep. Jacking off would help with that, but when I only got a basic photo from Rosalie after asking for one, I flipped through some porn instead. I found a POV of a man fucking a petite brunette and went from there.

I wokeup and spoke to a few senior members as I tried to come up with something that would turn the tide on the view of the members with me becoming VP. A big concern was my age. I was young, and the president was also young. A lot of members thought having someone older to help guide her decisions wouldbe beneficial. Someone who made levelheaded decisions and got the club more business.

Then, it hit me. We would do a business deal. I would find a contact, land us a big one. That wasn’t something people would ignore. The club did all right, but the Wayward Suns had stolen a lot of business from us over the years. If I could find a new client, that would be huge for us. Hell, we might even be able to expand, like we’d talked about, and open an LA chapter. Which was my ultimate goal.

I discussed a few details with a couple of guys I knew I could trust and then headed out. I sped back to the city as I ran different options through my head for new contacts. I would have to take some time to introduce myself to a few of the city gangs, try and set up some solid business contacts to move forward with discussions.

But first, I needed to stop by and surprise my girl on her lunch break. She was overdue for a little attention at work. And I was more than happy to give it to her.

I pulled up to her dad’s shop. Kayden’s Customs was the most respected shop in the city for builds beyond the normal. I’d seen some pretty sick things come out of this garage on my little visits with Rosalie. From lowriders to donks and ten-second cars. Fuck, one time, I’d even seen a damn monster truck in that shop.

I parked my bike by her car and pulled out my phone.

Kordell

Get your fine ass out here, Rosalie, so I can show that pussy some attention.

Instantly read.

A few moments later, she jogged over to me, her cheeks flushed and red. I smirked. As much as she loved dirty talk, itstill always made her blush like a teenager being flirted with for the first time. It was sexy and adorable. She walked up to me, and I wrapped her in my arms. Our lips met, hungry for each other’s kiss. But she was a little tease. Last night, she must have known I wanted more than just a face selfie, but she hadn’t given it to me. So, now, I was going to tease her, have her begging for me after work to finish the job. I smacked her ass.

“Get in the car, Rosalie,” I demanded, and she quickly turned and unlocked her car, sat in the driver’s seat, and looked back at me. I shook a finger. “No, back out. Come on now. Pull those sexy little shorts down to your ankles.”

“Okay!” she squeaked, and then she wiggled down her shorts.

She had such nice legs, and she wasn’t too tall, but not short either. Fit perfect against my body as I fucked her. I leaned into the car and pushed her back against the passenger seat. I lowered my hands slowly from her hips to her thighs and rubbed them along the inside and pushed her thighs farther apart. She wore a sexy pair of blue panties, and when I tugged them to the side, I saw her pussy lips glistening with her desire for my cock.

“Fuck, little mama. You’re a slutty thing—you know that? Do you know how wet you are for me, and all I did was kiss you? Did you miss me that much? Missed my cock sinking deep into your pussy last night?” I cooed into her ear as I slipped a finger back and forth between her pussy lips.

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