VENDETTA: A Bad Boy, Motorcycle Club Romance (11 page)

“Not yet.” He curved his fingers in me until they hit nerves I didn’t realize I had and everything came apart like fireworks, high in the sky, shining and dazzling over everything they touched. I was still lost, spinning in the wave of pleasure he’d created, when he pushed me back on the bed, spreading my thighs apart and positioning his thick cock against my pussy.

Taking himself in hand, he rubbed his hot, hard cockhead up and down my slit while I whimpered, wanting more of the contact. “More, please. Please, Flash.” His eyes lit when I said his name.

“I need it too, Emmy,” he said, pushing just a little into my opening. As he moved deeper, I winced, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. His hand kept working on my clit, mixing pleasure in as he stretched me, moving deeper into my body.

“Flash…”

“You okay, Emmy?”

“Yes,” I said, gritting my teeth. When I moved my hips to help him, his shaft slid deeper and I felt pain—but it was manageable. Nothing like I feared. Moving slow, he pushed farther into my tight channel while I tried to get used to the feeling.

When he was fully seated in me, he met my eyes.

“I need you to be mine,” he said, and withdrew just a little. Losing some of the fullness made me moan and reach for his tight ass, yanking him back into me.

“I’m yours,” I said, feeling my muscles squeeze his cock. “I am.”

“Not just now,” he said, withdrawing and then sliding back in before I could protest. “When we get home, too. Tell me you’re going to stay with me.”

Making promises was dangerous, but I wanted him so much. Not just this, the pleasure his thick shaft was giving me, but him—Flash himself. So I gave in. “I’m going to stay with you.”

He rewarded me by flexing his hips and I gasped, my fingers going to his shoulders, then sliding down his back. I could feel the muscles taut under my palms, and it made me even wetter. God, he was beautiful.

“Touch your clit,” he demanded, and I let my hand fall between us, moving it over my pleasure point while he pounded into me. When his mouth dropped to suck on my nipple, I bucked against him, sliding my own body along his shaft. His eyes lit with pleasure and he started fucking me harder.

I could barely breathe while his big body was inside mine, but I didn’t feel like I needed breath. I just needed Flash to keep going, driving me up higher, closer to the explosion only he could give me. Raising my knees, I began to meet his thrusts, slamming against his body and stroking myself while he dipped and took my mouth again, his tongue delving deep in the same way his cock did.

Taking both my hands, he pinned them above my head, driving into my melting body. With his free hand, he started stroking my clit. I could feel our hearts pounding in unison. I was so. Freaking. Close.

Then I came apart, climaxing on the end of his shaft while he continued plunging into me. Obeying an instinct I didn’t know I possessed, I yanked my arms free, clutched him and pulled him closer, and then he was coming, exploding outward in hot bursts that made my orgasm renew, sending me into the stratosphere. Waves of rapture washed over me while I was locked together with him, until we both stopped moving and just lie there, all breath and sweat-moistened skin.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “You’re everything.”

Flash fell asleep after wrapping me in his arms, my face tucked under his chin. Fear rocked me, and I cuddled closer to him, trying to push it away. Before he was inside me, I never really knew what it was to want someone. Now I did, and I felt, deep down, that losing him would be like losing my parents again—not the same intensity or finality, of course, but that feeling that you’ve lost everything. The only love you have.

For ten years, no one had loved me. Tonight, I found it again. Not just with anyone—with someone I wanted desperately. I wasn’t ever going to let him go.

The next morning, I woke alone. Darting up, I searched the room for Flash and calmed when I spotted him sitting in one of the chairs by the desk.

“Good morning,” I said, hesitant, as I climbed out of bed and grabbed his discarded t-shirt, throwing it over my head.

“Hey you.” Flash stood up and walked over to me, pulling me close. He kissed me softly and fingered the hem of the t-shirt. “Why are you covering up such a perfect body?”

I blushed and he squeezed me tighter.

“What are you doing?” I gestured to the desk.

“Needed to get some work done, so I had a laptop delivered this morning.” I hadn’t even realized there was one sitting in front of him. “Lots of big stuff coming up for the club, and I can’t be there in person for church today, so I’m going to speak to Piston on webcam after, see what’s being done about Manuel.”

“Oh,” I said, dejected. Everyone in his club would probably hate me for what had gone down. “Who’s Piston?”

“It’s gonna be fine, Emmy.” He kissed the top of my head. “And Piston is the President of The Fallen.”

“When do you need to speak to him?”

“Not for a few hours. Want to head down to the beach and pass some of that time in a very small bikini?” I blushed and he slapped my ass hard. I yelped and glared at him, rubbing my posterior. Going out on the beach was incredibly appealing, even though I was sure there were other things he needed to do. But I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to spend a little time with him before we got home and I had to tell him the truth about my uncle. About me.

“Come on, cutie,” he said, grabbing some fluffy white towels. “I’ll buy you a swimsuit in the gift shop.”

Shrugging, I slipped into my skirt and a tank, then followed him out the door. Time in the sun would be nothing but good and would help both of us recharge.

Hours later, we walked back into the hotel room, sun-kissed and covered with sand. Flash had rented an umbrella and some lounge chairs, then bought a cooler, drinks and snacks. By the time I joined him on the soft, white sand after changing in the cabana, he’d laid out a fantastic spread for us. Every time we walked back to our seating area from the water, he’d ply me with fruit and sparkling water, then offer to rub sunscreen in my back.

“I don’t need it every hour,” I said, squinting at him in the bright sun. “I’m tan enough that I don’t burn very quickly.”

“You might not need it, but I need to put it on you.” Pleasure mixed with embarrassment as I laughed at him. I couldn’t deny that I also enjoyed his hands on my skin.

We both read some of the books he’d had stowed on his bike and spent more time swimming than lounging. He even brought some of those foam boards and went with me to catch waves. Tumbling around in the salty surf with him was perfect, and reminded me of the days at the shore with my parents.

It meant a lot that he remembered.

Once he’d wiped out and his body was flung onto the sand. I’d stood in the wake and laughed, my entire body heaving as I watched him pick himself up. Flash charged back into the water, swooped me up and dunked me, then had his own chuckle while I wiped my dripping hair out of my face. The salt of the sea was wet on my lips.

But it had to end. The third time I saw him check the clock on his phone, I suggested going inside, cleaning up and getting some dinner once his meeting was over. The mood between us declined as we headed back upstairs, both acutely aware that tomorrow it was back to the real world. We would have to deal with the consequences of everything that had happened since we met.

We’d deal together, though. I knew that now.

Since Flash had to talk to Piston, I volunteered to take the first shower. Okay, well, I actually gave up on the plan to seduce him in the shower. Undressing, I grabbed my toothbrush. The hotel toothpaste was all used up from the day before and that morning, so I started to head back out to get the bottle packed in the backpack and then stopped dead in the hall when I overheard a snippet of conversation.

“So you found the meth dealer?” Flash’s voice was deeper than I’d heard it before. Annoyed and surprised. My skin prickled.

“He’s been clever, but a source put us onto his location. It’s confirmed.” Piston’s voice was muffled through the speakers, but I could hear it well enough. Every part of me knew that going back into the bathroom and abandoning eavesdropping was the right thing to do, but I had to know.

“So what’s the next step?”

“I told him five years ago to get the fuck out of California. He’s not flooding the streets with his substandard shit and taking away our clients. Especially not now.”

“What’s so special about now?”

“We’re going to get a huge shipment from the cartel once Manuel settles the fuck down.”

“Do you think he’s going to keep working with us?”

“He doesn’t have much choice if he wants to push his shit here. We’ve got the whole city locked down or at least we did before the meth trickle became a deluge six years ago.”

“So who is this fucker and where is he? I’ve been dying to find out since Cracker died without telling us the fuckhead’s name.”

“Name is Dale and he lives up in Malibu. Lives in some shit-fancy fucking house right on the water. We’ll go in there and take them all down.”
Take them all down
? I thought of the people working there, who didn’t deserve to be killed. I thought of Tommy, who ran errands and packed for my uncle. Even my uncle, for all his vile behavior, crossed my mind.
No
.

“No warning?”

“He got his warning years ago and decided to keep pushing.”

“When are you going in?” Flash’s voice was cold enough that I felt goosebumps sweep across my body. Gone was the gentle man who’d protected me and cradled me. Here was the person buried deep beneath that, the biker. The one percenter.

He had a self that was hidden below the surface.

Kind of like me.

“No rush,” Piston said. I heard him yell something incoherent. “Sorry about that. Guys are getting restless.”

“Why?”

“Not keen on letting them go out until Manuel is appeased. He’s a crazy fucker.”

“Told you we shouldn’t be working with him.”

“You’ve told me a lot of things, Flash. Doesn’t mean you get to make all the choices. I wouldn’t give up on that money anyway.”

“So when are you going to Malibu?”

“We’ll wait until you’re back. How long is it going to be?”

“Tomorrow night we’ll cross the border, then I’ll head for LA. Less than a week.”

“Fine. We’ll go when you’re back. You bringing that girl with you?”

“She’s mine.” Flash’s voice went stone cold when he spoke. It was final. I was his.

Except that now I could never be.

“Whatever man.” Piston changed the topic to issues raised at the club meeting and I went back into the bathroom without grabbing the things from my pack, my head swirling. The Fallen were going to kill Dale.

I hated Dale.

But I didn’t hate every person who worked in the house. Some of the people who cut and prepared the shipments were actually good people with families. I thought of Ken’s newborn son. His father didn’t have any education and with a few arrests on his record, couldn’t make enough money doing anything other than drug running. He didn’t deserve to die.

Flashing back to Santiago’s face when my bullet slammed into him and made him less than human, I superimposed Ken’s image over it in my head, then Tommy’s, and shuddered. I stepped into the hot shower and let the water rinse over me, cleaning the sand from my body while I struggled with the fact that I was going to have to leave the man I thought I was falling in love with.