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"It's me, babe." Pulling back the shower curtain I'm rewarded with Sofia's shy smile as I step inside the tub. I don't waste any time putting my hands on my woman. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I bring her wet body flush against mine and take the kiss I desperately need. Eager for her taste, I run my tongue against the seam of her lips, and she opens for me. The moment her tongue touches mine the need to be inside her intensifies. Overcome with her desperation, Sofia hooks her leg over mine urging me closer. Knowing she's okay with what's happening, I follow her lead. Cupping her ass in my hands, I lift her the same time she wraps her legs around my waist. Bracing her back against the tiled wall, I break our kiss. Reaching between our slick bodies, I take my cock in my hand and line the head up at her entrance. "Yes?"
"God yes," she pants. The second the words leave her mouth, I surge forward, burying myself completely inside her tight heat, nearly choking at how incredible her pussy feels hugging my cock. Sofia's nails digging into my back adds fuel to the fire burning inside me. With my hands still gripping her lush, round ass, I begin moving her up and down on my cock. I look down between our joined bodies and watch as I disappear inside her. I glance up at her face to find her doing the same. Both of us getting off at the sight of her perfect pussy taking my cock. I love the look on my girls face as she allows her body to give in to the pleasure, as she uses my body to discover her own. "Look at me," I growl. Sofia's head snaps up, and her hooded eyes connect with mine. Not once do we break our connection as I continue to drive into her. When her thighs tighten around my hips, and her pussy begins to clamp down on my dick signaling her orgasm, I allow myself to let go along with her. With one last thrust, Sofia throws her head back and cries out her release the same moment I bury my face in the crook of her neck getting lost in my own.
As we come down from our high, Sofia's body trembles as she clings to me unwilling to let go. Turning the water off, I step out of the shower with her in my arms. Snagging the large white towel hanging on a hook on the back of the door, I wrap her wet body with it. I walk out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed. Laying next to me is a navy-blue fleece blanket. Grabbing it, I sling it over my shoulders and wrap mine and Sofia's body in it. I decide to stay silent and wait for my girl to wrap her head around her current feelings. I'm so proud of the way she was able to let go with me moments ago. When she finally lifts her head, I'm rewarded with a drunken, lazy smile, and I can't help but chuckle. "How ya doin', Firefly?"
"That was…" she pauses trying to find the right words.
"That was what, baby?" I grin.
"That was good," she says hiding her face against my chest as her cheeks turn pink.
I place my finger under her chin. "Look at me, baby. It was better than good. It was fuckin' great. Don't ever be embarrassed to tell me how you feel or even what you like."
"I don't know what I would like," she confesses on a whisper.
"I know this is all still new, and you're trusting me to take the lead, but one day you'll find yourself wanting to try certain things. And when you do, I want you to share those needs with me so I can give them to you."
"Okay," she agrees her face turning more red. I know my girl will come out of her shell one day, but for now, there is no rush.
An hour later I leave a sleeping Sofia in my bed and head back down to the basement. By the time I get there, all the men are standing, waiting for Prez. Within seconds, Jake walks in and closes the door behind him. "Let's get down to business and find out what these cocksuckers have to say."
Taking a seat in a chair placed in the middle of the room, Jake lights a cigarette and waits for Gabriel and Logan to open the door to the cooler. The two men are dragged out and placed in front of him. Jerking his chin, he motions for Logan and Gabriel to remove their hoods. For a minute I think the two men are dead by the stillness of their bodies and the pale blue shade of their skin and lips. That is until Gabriel picks up a bucket from the corner of the room and dowses both men with water startling them awake. "Wakey, wakey," Quinn teases as he goes to stand next to Jake. This will be my first time being a part of one of The King’s interrogations. I plan to hold back and keep my trap shut unless instructed otherwise.
"Your piece of shit club made a mistake thinkin' it could come into King territory," Jake informs in a calm but lethal tone. "Your second mistake was goin' after one of our old ladies. I'll tell you now there's nothin' and no one that can save you, but you tell me what I want to know, I'll consider showin' you mercy when I end your worthless lives."
"Fuck you." One guy says the same time the second man spits at Jake's' feet. No sooner do the words leave his mouth Jake is off his chair and lands a punch to the idiots face the same time Quinn lands a solid blow to asshole number two. Those punches send both men and the metal chairs they're sitting on crashing to the floor. The big guy who had the nerve to spit in Jake's direction hits the floor along with an audible thump as his head bounces off the concrete. Showing disrespect toward our Prez earns such action, and what they did to my woman will earn them much more. I don't feel one ounce of remorse toward them. With both men still strapped to the chairs laying on the cold floor of the basement, Jake orders. "Pick their asses up." Gabriel and Logan haul the two men up to face Jake once again. "Tell me where your club is held up at," Jake questions again.
"Doesn't matter what we tell ya," one guy says through a busted mouth. "They'll be gone by the time you get there. With us missin', they will know something is up. Besides," he smirks. "Pike has no intention leaving Polson without gettin' what he came for. That little bitch Luna will get what's comin' to her. As you know we have no problem takin' whoever gets in our way. Even pretty little cunts like the one my VP roughed up. Although I can think of some far better things to do with the bitch." The second the words leave the motherfuckers mouth I see red—his blood on my hands. Without out a thought, my body moves on autopilot as I fly across the room and tackle the soon to be dead asshole to the floor. Nobody in the room makes a move to stop me as I deliver punch after punch. With my adrenaline pumping along with the image of Sofia's bruised face and the thoughts of these men violating her, I continue my assault. I want the man to stop breathing. When he does, I know he'll never get the chance to hurt my girl again. I don't know how much time has passed, but before I know it, someone hauls me off the guy, and it's Gabriel's gruff voice I hear. "Suficienteenough,brother."
Out of breath and my chest heaving, I look down at the unconscious bloody man at my feet. I then turn my attention to Jake. "Sorry, Jake. It wasn't my place to jump in like I did. It's just…" I pause and shake my head.
"It sure as fuck was your place, son. You reacted the same way anyone of us would if it were our old lady the son of a bitch was carryin' on about."
With his buddy laying out cold on the floor, Jake turns his attention to the other biker. The one who carries a look on his face that says he's finally grasped the magnitude of how fucked he is. "I'm askin' one last time. Where is your club held up?"
We've been stayin' at an abandoned house the next town over. It's about two miles from the lumber mill on Beasley Road."
Standing from his chair, Jake gives Gabriel a nod, then gives the rest of us men the signal to follow him. Without looking back, I walk out of the basement. The last thing I hear is Gabriel's voice. "Decirle al diablo que dije hola.Tell the devil I said hello."
When we step outside the clubhouse, I close my eyes and take in a much need breath of fresh air while I process what took place moments ago. I feel absolutely nothing.Does that make me fucked up? As if he's able to read my thoughts, Jake's voice breaks through the fog surrounding me. "If given a chance to do it all again, would you change anything that happened down in that basement? Would you choose to spare their lives knowin' you're riskin' Sofia's or anyone else you care about?"
My answer is immediate. "No." Jake and I hold each other's stare for several beats before he nods and mounts his bike. He then turns toward his brothers who are waiting for his orders. "Grey and Blake, I want you to stay and help Gabriel with the cleanup. Austin, I want you on watch until we get back. The rest of you come with me."
It doesn't take long before we arrive in the next town over from Polson and drive past the lumber mill. When we reach Beasley Road, we are on high alert, but as expected the abandoned house appears to be empty. We park on the gravel driveway and peer around the yard. It's littered with garbage and empty beer bottles. "Check around back," Jake orders. With my pistol drawn, I cover Quinn's back as we turn the corner of the house leading to the back yard. We find nothing. Logan steps out on the back porch. "The house is clear. Fuckers ran." Jake steps out of the house next to Logan. "Let's head back to the clubhouse. Not much else we can do tonight with Savage Outlaw in the wind.
Back at the clubhouse, it's 3:00 am, and I am wide awake. My brain is on overload with all that has happened as of late. So much has changed in the past several weeks. I finally got my girl, my father has crawled back under his rock in Texas where he belongs, and I have The Kings, the family I always wanted. But even with all the good, I have this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach there is a storm brewing.
Chapter sixteen
Sofia
Rolling over, I lift the blanket covering both Sam and me and move to get out of bed. Before the tips of my toes touch the floor, Sam's strong arm snakes around my waist pulling me backward. Holding my body snug, my back against his front he buries his face in the crook of my neck. His warm breath sends tingles throughout my body.
"Where do ya think you're going?" his gruff sleepy voice sounds sexy as hell, and I wiggle my backside against him.
"I had planned on letting you sleep while I grabbed a shower." I feel his hand slip from my waist, his fingertips drawing a path over the curve of my hip, down my thigh, before dragging it back up my body. He kisses my neck causing my eyes to flutter shut and my body to hum with anticipation of him giving me more.
"I like waking up to you in my bed," he confesses.
