Page 12 of Rooster's Redemption

“With everything on my patch.” I stare into her eyes that are so much like Poison’s it’s surreal she had a little sister she didn’t know about. “What’s this about? I’ve never seen you so insecure.”

Alyssa steps away from my touch and turns her back to me staring out the dark picture window from the dining room. “What I have to tell you will change everything.” She goes back into the mudroom for a moment and comes back with her purse clutched in her hands. “You’re going to want to sit down for this.” She motions to the stools placed at the bar overlooking the kitchen and sits on one while I straddle the other. Our shoulders brush with every deep breath Alyssa takes. I rest my hands on the granite and watch Alyssa’s chest heave with every inhale and exhale. Lust shoots straight to my groin and I tamp it down. Now isn’t the time to think of several different ways I can christen my countertops.

“Back when my mother and I were being held by Black Destroyers I overheard them talking more than once about moving merchandise from here across the US. I had no idea what they were talking about until I saw one of the merchandise by accident. She looked as bad off as my mom did when Rage had his way with her. The broken, lifeless eyes never even blinked as they dragged her through the warehouse with such force, that I thought for sure her arm was going to come off.”

“I tried to stop them from hurting her, but Rage yanked me away and shoved me into the room Kayne found me in. Told me if I ever step out of line again, I’d end up just like that woman and my mom.” Alyssa reaches inside her purse and pulls out aphoto. She hesitates before sliding it in my direction. “She’s the reason I tried to help that woman. She’s the reason why those men were harassing me the night you found me. She’s the secret I’ve been keeping.”

I lift the picture and a little girl is staring back at me. She can’t be any older than six or seven. Her dirty blonde hair is pulled back in a sloppy ponytail and her black eyes are haunted. I’ve seen this picture after we found the stash at Holly’s childhood home. “Who is this?”

“You don’t recognize her at all?” Alyssa asks.

I shake my head, “No I don’t. Is she yours?”

“No, she isn’t but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is the fact that if I told anyone what was going on, not only my life but hers would be in jeopardy. They used her to make me keep my mouth shut and get them the information they wanted.”

“Who? What information do they want.” I set the photo down and stare at Alyssa. “Come on, you’ve got to give me something to work with here. I can’t protect you if I don’t have any idea what I’m up against.”

Alyssa hesitates before answering. “Dean Kingston and Steam. Kingston took over the Black Destroyers' territory when you guys took them down. They have this little girl. I don’t know where she is or what’s happening to her.” Alyssa takes the photo back and gently touches the girl’s face before laying it on the table like she’s trying to give her strength through the photo. “Rooster, I’m worried about what they’ll do to her if they find out I told you anything. What are we going to do?”

“You let me worry about that, Alyssa. If they contact you, act like nothing happened.” I grind my teeth together trying to rein in the darkness lurking under my skin. Steam is behind this whole thing. I fucking knew it. I need to call Kayne and fill himin on what’s going on, but there’s more. I can see it in her eyes. “What else?”

She hesitates, licking her pouty lips and my dick takes notice. Alyssa opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I know she has more to say, but hearing enough for tonight, I go with my heart and stop her from speaking. Needing contact with the only woman who’s captured my attention since I became a Savage Saint, I slide Alyssa’s stool next to mine and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She’s warm and soft making me want to say fuck it and have my way with her.

Alyssa exhales a deep sigh pushing me past my boundaries and I lift her head so she’s staring at me. Her green eyes, which are so much like her sisters, are staring at me with lust and need thrumming through them. I close the space between us and my lips capture hers in a heated kiss. Alyssa wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.

I pick her up and she straddles my waist. With my back against the counter, I grab her hips and grind her onto my lap wanting to be buried inside of her sweet core. Alyssa moans into my mouth while our tongues explore each other. I pull her against me harder and Alyssa whimpers.

“Fuck, I need you right now,” I growl resting my forehead against hers. Our hot breaths mixed together.

“So, take me, Rooster. I’ve been wanting you for too long.” Alyssa moves her hips and her heated core presses against my jeans. I can smell her desire, feel her heat and it’s driving me fucking crazy.

I stand up and Alyssa wraps her legs around my waist, nibbling and sucking on my neck and ear, about sending me to my knees. I stumble my way toward my bedroom and lay her down on my bed. Alyssa keeps her legs locked around my waist and I go down with her. She bucks her hips, pressing her heated core into me almost making me come in my jeans. I remove herSavage Saints t-shirt and bra, revealing her perfect chest. I kiss down her neck to the valley of her cleavage, a place I want to explore and I imagine fucking these globes until I come.

I continue my exploration down her body until I reach the part my mouth has been dying to get ahold of. “I’m going to feast on this until you’re whimpers turn into moans and you’re screaming my name.”

I strip Alyssa out of her tiny shorts and slide her wet thong down with them. I stand back and see Alyssa. I mean really see her for the first time. She’s naked on my bed, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Even more perfect than Phoebe. Dropping my jeans, I grab the back of my t-shirt and pull it over my head before dropping it onto the growing pile of clothes.

Alyssa is propped up on her elbows, her legs spread wide for my viewing. I crawl my way up the bed and kiss each leg until I reach the apex of her thighs. Alyssa releases a soft moan when my tongue finds the spot it’s been searching for. Her flavor explodes in my mouth and like an addict, I can’t get enough.

Once Alyssa comes back down, I slide my boxers down and toss them on the floor. Not waiting for her to change her mind, I crawl my way back up her body and kiss her softly. Alyssa cups the side of my face in a loving caress that sends chills down my spine.

“Are you ready, Alyssa?” I ask while teasing her core with my erection.

“I’ve been ready, Rooster.” She pants against my lips.

“Call me Lucas.” I groan as I slide into her sweet succulent body.

“Oh my God, Lucas.” Alyssa whimpers.

I take my time pleasuring Alyssa and in return feeding the beast living inside of me. I claim her the way I’ve never claimed a woman before. Alyssa is mine for now and forever. Once the last of our orgasm is wrung out, I collapse on the bed and pull herinto my chest. We quickly fall asleep, our breaths are even and for the first time in a long time, my dreams are peaceful.

Chapter

Seven

ROOSTER

The next morning, I awaken, stretch my arms over my head and feel for Alyssa. The side she slept on is cool to the touch. Well, fuck me. Did she leave already? I sit up wiping the sleep from my eyes and glance around the room. Her bar uniform is still in a pile on the floor at the foot of my bed. Clanking of pans and a few curse words from Alyssa filter into my bedroom from the kitchen and I grin. She didn’t leave. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom, taking a piss. Once I’m done, I wash my hands and stare at myself in the mirror. Gone are the stress lines marring my forehead and the haunted look in my dark eyes. In its place is something I haven’t seen in a long time.

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