Page 9 of Torching Vixen
It takes another two days to get to the clubhouse, thanks to nonstop raining. When we finally pull up, I can’t stop the gasp from the sight of this place. Torch reaches back, squeezing my leg in understanding. I was expecting the same run-down building and falling fences as Fire’s clubhouse.
Instead, we pull up to a twenty-foot-tall, wrought iron gate with their emblem on it with a guard shack and a huge concrete wall going all the way around. The guard in the shack steps out and waves. As we pull through the gate, things just keep getting more astounding.
To the right of us up on a hill is a well-cared-for farmhouse that you know is loved. To my left is a massive six-bay garage that says Hell’s Sacrifice Custom Builds and Repairs. Inside the bay doors, several men are working. Straight ahead is a warehouse that looks brand new. I am in awe of how nice and clean everything looks.
I’m thankful that Torch brought us this far, now to figure out our next option to get on our feet. The guys back into their spots next to the other bikes parked out front.Fuck, these guys are something else.
We make it halfway to the door when it flies open, and an older version of Torch throws his arms up while coming right at us. I stop short, not sure what to think or what the fuck is about to happen.
“You want to tell me why in the ever-loving fuck you haven’t answered your fucking phone in two fuckin’ days?” he asks, coming toe-to-toe with Torch.
This definitely can’t be good. Maybe these men aren’t any different than every other MC after all.
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Iknew Prez would be pissed, but this show only means one thing. Ma was all over him because God forbid her grown-ass son go MIA for a couple days. The next words out of my mouth better be right, or he will drop me like a rock.
“We got caught in a downpour, and my phone was fried. I had Razor reach out to let you know what was going on,” I say carefully.
“Yes, after an entire twenty-four fucking hours. With those no-good sons of bitches on your ass? Fuck, are you always going to be this big of a pain in my ass? Damn it, church in twenty,” Prez bellows before walking away. I relax just a little.
“Brother, I thought he was about to fuck your pretty face up,” Duck says as he walks by with the other brothers on his heels, all chuckling under their breath.
I turn to Vixen and find her looking at me with confusion and distrust. Something in my gut clenches, but I don’t have time to deal with that.
“Follow me inside, and I’ll show you to your rooms. Prez is going to want to sit and talk with you both so we can come up with a plan.” I walk toward the clubhouse door, about to pull it open, when I realize that they aren't following me.
I turn and find Vixen and Lo both walking back toward the gate of the compound. What the hell are they doing?
“Vixen?” I question. She doesn’t stop. Hell, she doesn’t even slow down. “Vixen. what the fuck?” When they hear me coming up behind them, they pick up their pace.
The prospect on the gate steps out, looking at me to decide what he should do. I give him a shake of the head, and he steps back into the shack. When Vixen makes it to the gate, she turns, glaring at me with crossed arms. I hold eye contact as I stalk up to her. Once we are toe to toe, I drop my face to talk into her ear as I run a finger up her arm and across her collarbone until I get to her throat.
I slowly wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing slightly as I whisper, “I don’t know where you think you are going, but leaving is not an option.” She takes a shuddering breath before moaning and holding onto my hips.
“Do I make myself clear?” I ask, quirking my brow.
She gives me a slight nod as I kiss and nip her neck while running my free hand up the outside of her thigh. She shifts her stance, widening her legs as I get to her shorts.
“Mmmmm. That’s a good girl. Once we have talked with Prez, I’m taking you to my room, and I’m going to find out if that pussy is as sweet as it smells,” I whisper before letting her go and turning to go inside.
“Let’s go, Vix, before you make me late for church, and I have to tan that fine ass of yours,” I throw over my shoulder. I can’t hide the smile that breaks out across my face when I hear both women's footsteps.
I make it inside and look around, trying to see what an outsider would see when they came through the door. A long bar with every kind of liquor you could ask for across the mirrored wall is left of the door. On the left side of the bar are the doors to the kitchen. Across the back wall are pictures of the brothers in some shape or form. In the middle of the wall is a set of sliding barn doors that leads into the church. On either side of those doors are hallways, one going to the member’s rooms and the other to our offices and storage rooms. On the right side is a huge TV with couches, chairs, and pool tables. For ease in cleaning, not that we handle that since we’ve got prospects and club girls, dark hardwood floors are throughout the clubhouse.
There are brothers and half-dressed club girls all over the place. There are even a couple of the guys currently fucking on the pool table. A pair of soft hands run up my forearm pull me out of my thoughts. I look down into Cara’s dark brown eyes. She is one of the favorites around here since she’s willing to do just about anything.
She smiles brightly up at me. “Hey, baby. I’m so glad you are home,” she purrs, continuing to rub her hands up and down my arm.
“Did you miss me?” I can’t help asking, trying to get a rise from Vixen. The monster in me needs her to claim me to show me that she craves me as bad as I crave her.
I hear her huff and walk over to Duck, who is at the bar and lean in close talking to him. The same monster that needs her to claim me is now itching to climb its way out, rip Duck’s arms off, and beat him with them. I watch as Vixen throws her head back and laughs and the raging hard-on that I’ve had since our little play at the gate goes even harder. What is it about this woman that does this to me?
“Duck, get your ass in church,” I bark out, gives me a stiff nod heading my way.
I know there will be hell to pay later. Since before we could walk or talk, we have been best friends, and I know that stunt will get me an ass-kicking. We walk into church to find most of the old-timers and all the officers are here. Most old-timers have stepped down and let the next generation take hold. My father sits at the head of the table. I take my seat to his left. His best friend, Duck’s father, was killed in an accident last year and, at the time, Duck was not in a place to take VP. With me next in line for Prez, the club voted for me to take the VP role until the time comes for Dad to step down.
