Page 15 of Defy
"Riggs. I'm good. How was the ride? That's a long fuckin' way to go."
Standing straighter he pulls his shoulders back and rolls his neck stretching his muscles. "Can't complain. The weather was nice. Sometimes you need those long stretches of highway. It helps cleanse my soul from time to time. Ya know?"
His accent isn't strong. Not like many Cajuns I've come across. That could be because he has been all over the world but it's mixed up in there. The sun is starting to settle low in the sky, and they’ve had a long day. I decide to hold church tomorrow. Maybe that will give our Prez time to join in on the talks.
"Thought you were traveling with more men?" I ask him.
"We need some of them to stay behind. Got some dirty things happening around town. Not sure who is behind it, but I didn't want to risk leaving only a couple men on their own."
"Gettin' that bad down there?"
"Yeah, brother. Shit's gettin' bad," he says then points his thumb toward one brother then the other who walk up beside him, "I brought Fender and Kiwi with me along with the three prospects."
I've met the two of them before. Fender is standing at Riggs right. You take the rocker look and smash it together with a biker that's who you get. He's their Sergeant at Arms. Kiwi there, standing to the left of Riggs is their Road Captain. He's about as tall as I am. I don't know much more about him except for the fact he's from New Zealand. "Let's go inside and unwind," I lift my chin and gesture towards the clubhouse.
Riggs slaps me on the back, "Laissez les bon temps rouler, brother!Let the good times roll, brother."
An hour later the party is starting to pick up. I lounge back on one of the leather couches located towards the back of the room waiting for my woman to arrive. She texted me almost twenty-five minutes ago to tell me they were on their way. I swirl my whiskey in my glass and lift it to my lips, savoring the warmth as it slides down my throat. The front door swings open and in walks Bella, followed by the rest of the girls.
"Jesus has come to save me," Riggs comments as the women continue to make their way through the sea of men. "You got you some fine women in Montana, Logan."
Gabriel's hand snakes out, pulling Alba to his side and Mila walks up to Reid, and he proceeds to show everyone she belongs to him by laying a heated kiss on her lips. My Angel keeps walking. Swaying her hips with every step. Her eyes fixed on mine. She decided to wear a dress tonight, paired with her boots. She's so god damn beautiful.
"This here is your old lady? Jesus, brother. No wonder you said goodbye to all other pussy. You lucky son of a bitch.” Already halfway lit, Riggs who's sitting beside me downs the rest of the bourbon in his glass and gets up just as Bella stops in front of me.
"Angel, this here is Riggs. President of our Louisiana Chapter," I introduce her to him.
He gives her a nod, "Your name, Angel?" he asks her with a grin.
Returning a smile, she tells him, "It's nice to meet you, and no, I'm his Angel. My name is Bella.
"Bella is Italian and Latin for beautiful, so both names suit you," he tells her, then looks down at me, "My glass is dry. I'm going to fix the problem. I'll leave you to it. Catch ya later." He walks off mumblinglucky son of a bitchagain.
"Come here," I pull at Bella's arm and guide her onto my lap. Raine walks over with a beer, hands it to me and then gives Bella her favorite, honey bourbon. I watch her lips as they graze the rim of the glass and then her throat works as she swallows the warm liquid. The flavor is satisfying. She moans and licks her plump bottom lip. My dick swells thinking about what I want those sweet lips locked around.
It turns out the women Riggs brought are dancers. Strippers. Off in the corner of the room, they've set up a staging area along with a pole. Their treat to us for hosting them this weekend. I'm already two glasses of whiskey in along with a few beers and Bella has almost finished her second half glass of bourbon. Knowing her, she won't drink much more tonight. Suddenly the lights dim low, and the rhythm of a song I recognize -Closer by Nine Inch Nails- starts to play. Surprisingly, Raine saunters up onto the stage. I watch as Riggs pulls up a chair front and center. He's been quietly watching her all night. I can't tell you much more because my focus has been on Bella and how enthralled she is with Raine's sensual movements. I start rubbing her leg, slowly working my way higher up her thigh until I slip my hand under her hem letting my fingertips caress the outer edge of her pussy through her panties. Lifting my eyes to the stage I watch Raine work the poll- seducing the men with her movements, her eyes trained on Riggs before scanning the rest of the room. Needing to taste Bella, I scoot us to the edge of the couch and motion for her to stand. While everyone is preoccupied we slip down the darkened hallway and I push her against the wall and kiss her. Breaking away, leaving her lips swollen from mine I confess, "I need to taste you, Angel." Biting her bottom lip, her eyes search the area before landing back on mine. Her heated gaze telling me yes.
Sliding to my knees, she places her hands on my shoulders as I make work of ridding her of her panties, sliding them past her hips and down her thighs before putting them in the inside pocket of my cut. Pushing her dress up I expose her. With the darkness keeping us hidden, I run the tip of my tongue over her slit and circle her swollen clit. A whimper escapes her as I slide my fingers in and out of her with long, broad strokes. I slowly lick a path from her entrance to her throbbing clit again, and her hips buck seeking more. I capture her bundle of nerves and suck hard, and that's all it takes. Her back bows and her pussy clenches uncontrollably around my fingers. I hold her steady with my other hand as I take one last taste. Before I stand, I retrieve her panties from my pocket and help her step back into them and slide them back up covering her.
"Logan," my name breathlessly leaves her lips.
I kiss her.
She is mine.
"I love you," I tell her resting my forehead on hers.
"I love you," her hand caresses the side of my face.
"Let's get back out there before someone comes looking for us," I tell her.
When we come back into the room, the second set with two of the girls Riggs brought has almost finished, and I find everyone is where they were when we stepped out. We walk to the bar and take a seat where Reid and Gabriel happen to be hanging out with Alba and Mila by their sides. Bella looks around before asking, "Hey guys, where's Emerson?"
"She was right here a moment ago watching the show with the rest of us," Mila informs her.
Fuck.The guys look at me. We all know she doesn't need to be walking around here by herself, especially with the other chapter members around. They have no idea who she is. "I'll go find her," I tell Bella.
Several minutes later after searching the inside and not finding her, Quinn accompanies me outside to look for her. She doesn't have her ride so she couldn't have gone far. We're walking around back when we hear a scuffle to our left. Cautiously, we go to inspect the noise.
