Page 70 of Wild Cub

“If you make us late, Rawlings will have my head on a spike,” I taunt, tilting my head to the side. He doesn’t say anything. Suddenly, a sudsy washcloth caresses my shoulders. The scent of warm vanilla fills my nose. The washcloth trails down my back, past my dimples, and around my ass. It continues down my legs and pulls back up. I can’t think straight, the sensation of his touch clouding my thoughts. I press back to bump up against him, aching for more. The washcloth travels to my front. He steps closer, pressing our bodies together. His other hand wraps around my neck, giving it a slight squeeze. He nips above my ear as he rubs the washcloth around my breasts. All coherent thought evaporates as he continues down the path, past my hips towards my thighs.

“Alexander.” I say his name as a moan and a plea.

He drops the washcloth, my hands still anchored on the wall, my muscles starting to ache terribly. One hand travels back to my breasts and pinches a nipple, the other slipping between my folds.

“Even here, you are wet for me? What was it, Teresa? The washcloth teasing you? The anticipation?” he murmurs above my ear as his fingers dip into my pussy, the hand that was on my breast now around my throat. I disobey knowingly and place my hands on his thighs, his fingers continuing to torture my pussy and clit with small, teasing strokes.

Alexander lets out a heavy tsk. “Naughty girl, disobeying me. How should I punish you?” His hard cock presses against my back, and I buck against him, silently begging him to fuck me.

“Bend over, Little Cub, hands behind your back. You don’t get to touch anymore.” I do as he says, whimpering as his fingers slip out of me. He grabs my wrists and clutches them in his hands to keep me in place. He teases my clit at the same time, rubbing his tip up and down it before forcefully thrusting inside. A gasp tears from my throat. I might not actually last long.

“This is going to be hard and fast.” Alexander isn’t playing around his morning. I nod, no words coming. He does as promised, slamming into me hard and fast without mercy. I feel full, overwhelmed by the sensations, my orgasm building quickly. Alexander hits every spot inside me, my walls starting to grip down on him as the build continues. Shrieks of pleasure escape me, breathless moans, wanting more. Without warning, my body betrays me as I come hard around him.

He doesn’t stop as I ride through my orgasm. He’s not far behind, finishing in me soon after, staying buried deep inside as he spills every ounce. His breathing slows as he leaves me and releases my hands, kissing between my shoulder blades.

“See? All I needed was two minutes.”

I turn and smack his strong chest.Cocky. He gathers me in his arms and bends down to kiss me tenderly. If this was a dream, it was the best one.

Coincidentally, even with our shower, we’re on time as we meet at the Devil’s Whiskey. I could use a drink or two to get through this meeting. We sit in my car, and as I go to open my door, Alexander grabs my arm to pull me back.

“One piece of advice before we go in. Stand your ground, don’t take any of their shit. Do what you think is best for your community, not for me or the club.” He tilts my chin up and presses a final kiss on my lips, one that seems to linger afterwards.

I walk in with my head held high, seeing familiar faces surround me in their leather cuts with their patches. I flip my sunglasses on top of my head; I may be small, but I walk like I tower over everyone. I’m feeling like my old self again.Finally.

Rawlings sits at an open table in the middle of the room. Alexander trails behind me like a guard dog, ready to pounce on anyone who comes near.

“Bjorn,” Rawlings grumbles out.

“Rawlings. Is that your first name or do you just go by your last name?” I snicker out a laugh, sitting down across from him.

“Either someone has a lot of energy in the morning, or someone got thoroughly fucked this morning.” Rawlings smiles like heknows.

I don’t let him win. “Could be both. Thank you for asking. Johnny, could I get some coffee?” I yell at the bar, seeing one of my favorite people in the back.

He smiles back at me. “Splash of Baileys?”

“Man of my heart.” I flirt back. Alexander squeezes my thigh as I roll my eyes, patting his thigh in reassurance.

“Shall we then?” Rawlings interrupts. I nod in response. “So, we’re all aware what club is behind the disappearances. The Falcons and us go way back, oscillating between war and partners. What we’ve gathered is that they’re partnering outside the state with someone most likely in Florida; drugs and trafficking. We also know that someone within your company, most likely Sheldon, is working with them and covering things up. So well, in fact, that you didn’t notice.”

It’s starting to dawn on me what we have to do. “So we have to cut off the head of the snake to bring peace back. Not much we can officially do in Florida, but I imagine you’re planning a take down here.”

Rawlings looks at Alexander and back at me; I know I got it right. “Damn, someone might be intuitive.”

I smirk, crossing my arms across my chest. “Rawlings, don’t use big words to try to impress me.” Johnny comes around with my coffee, and I flash him a smile.

Rawlings doesn’t skip a beat. “Here’s the unfortunate part: it’s all about timing. Something big has to be in motion for us to cut them off.”

“What if we focus on getting rid of Sheldon?” I say into my coffee.

I look back up after taking a sip to the shocked faces of Rawlings, Alexander, and quite a few others.

“That seems a little dark, even for you.” Alexander looks at me with concern in his eyes.

I scoff. “Would I cry over seeing Sheldon gone? No, him and Carla have been getting to me the past couple of months. Now I understand why. I just think it’s the best course of action.” I shrug.

“Who the fuck is Carla?” Rawlings raises an eyebrow.

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