Page 42 of Death's Deal

Chapter 23

The next morning, withnewer information then he expected, Boyd left. I arranged for him to set up a meeting at church later in the day so we could go over a few things before meeting Johnson. Thankfully, by the time he left, he and Toni were on talking terms. That was more than I could ask for. There’d been a lot of bad blood, but now knowing her reasons for what she had done, that had changed his outlook now. If Jaz and his mind could be changed, there was hope for the rest of the club still.

Shortly after 8:00 a.m. Boyd heads out to see Jaz, as Toni and I hop on the bike heading north. I don’t feel safe leaving the book on the coffee table at my house, and I don’t have the time to take it back to the safe at Humble, so it’s stowed in the saddlebag for now.

Finding ourselves tossed into stopped traffic, face-to-face with a well-appointed woman with perfectly coiffed hair, stunning makeup, and a sullen glare, she doesn’t notice us rumbling along beside her. Her eyes are transfixed on the car ahead. She’s a mouse running on a wheel, totally numb to the motivation of life. When she eventually turns my way, her mouth turns up in a tight smile. It’s so sullen I swear she’s one step away from a gun at her temple or a mouth full of pills.

I’d always thought of myself as being free on my bike, and the club allows me to be different from these monotonous sheep.

But...

I’m no different.

I’m the same as her.

We’re the same.

The irony of it is, this woman showed me what no amount of family did or could. Without Toni in my life, I’ve been shuffling along, stuck in my own hell. I’ve been fucking any woman who wished to be with me, each one a moment that lacked any semblance of love, compassion, or even care. All because I’d left my emotional attachments back when I was sixteen, to the boy who was in love with a girl. The man I am now, only had an obligation to his family and club. It was loyalty, not love and I now have a chance to change that.

Riding down the PCH with Toni’s wrapped legs surrounding me, her arms securely cuddling my waist, and her head leaned in close, she and I are content in the moment. I have a happiness within me I can’t explain. Mayhem will ruin that if I tell him about her, so she is not a topic I’ll discuss.

Leaning her body closer, Toni’s arms travel around my waist to rest at my cock. With a soft squeeze against my jeans, the blood rushes to my dick in reply. Calling over my shoulder to her, I shout, “I’m tempted to pull off the highway and fuck you for all to see.” As I brush my hand up her leg, curling closer to her core, in the rearview mirror I see her eyes flutter and her cute upturned lip as she’s pulling it between her teeth. It’s a look I dreamed to see a hundred times before, but I didn’t want to voice out how badly I wanted to see it again.

Reaching the off-ramp for the jail, stopping at the light, Toni squeezes my cock once more. Leaning in close, she kisses my neck and quips, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

With a certain harshness, I reply, “I don’t threaten.” Cutting through the stopped traffic, pulling into a packed parking lot, I cut the engine. Tossing the kickstand down, I hop off, grasp her hand, and set her on her feet beside me. Mashing my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, and dipping my hand to the button on her jeans, with one hand I unlatch it. Pushing my palm within she gasped cutely, “If you tease the devil, you’ll find out what it costs, T.” Fumbling through her folds, feeling her moistness, smelling the perfume of her arousal, my cock strains against the confines of my zipper as my index delves deep in her core. Toni bites her lip, moaning slightly as I thrust back and forth within her. Toying with her bud, feeling her clit rise, her breathing hitches.

“Quinny, we shouldn’t be doing this here.” It’s said without meaning. It’s not that she’s worried about the repercussions of being caught, I remember a time when she was excited to be found out.

“I’m not stoppin’ until you come.” And even then some. I may make her come twice, just to remind her not to tease me.

“Quin,” she huffs, shudders, and smiles as I cup her sex wholly and thrust a second finger within. It’s not easy to get my hand within the tight confines of her jeans, but if I have to, I’ll break the zipper and buy her another pair. Then again, I want nothing more than to strip them off, set her on the seat of my ride, and lick her until the cops are called to stop us.

Thrusting between her slickness, Toni moves her hips to meet my motions. Her tight breaths are shallow and sexy as fuck. I know she’s about to fall apart.

She’s so close. Grasping my arm, holding me still like a tiger holding its prey. “Don’t, stop,” she growls, breathing raggedly.

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