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“Maybe tomorrow, eh?” I lift her from my lap and make my way to the door.  A quick glance through the peephole tells me it is a pimply-faced, teenaged pizza delivery boy, so I open the door for him.

“Pizza delivery for Rad?”

“That’s us.”  I take boxes from him and hand him a wad of cash.  “Thanks, kid.”

“Have a great night.  Enjoy your pizza.”

I kick the door closed and set the boxes down beside Willa on the bed.

“Pizza’s here,” I bellow to Rad.

“Comin’.”

I plant my ass on the floor with my back resting up against the end of the bed.  Willa’s long legs encase my body, while Rad sits on the other side of the bed.  I take a bite of my loaded pizza and then snag the remote from the end table. 

I flick through the channels, and settle on
Days of Thunder
.

“Great movie,” Rad says, nodding.

“I love Tom Cruise,” Willa sighs.

“Maybe I should turn it off, then,” I tease.

“Don’t you dare,” she says sternly.

While we watch the movie and finish off the food, I run my thumbs in slow circles around Willa’s ankles.

“I’m going to shower again and change,” Willa says, as she stands and disposes of the empty pizza boxes.

“Yeah, I’m gonna hit the sack.  See you in the morning.  Sleep well, sis.”  He kisses her cheek.  “Night, man.”

I stand and shake his hand.  “Night.”

Willa gathers her things and disappears into the bathroom.  I take the opportunity to make a few calls.

“Oak, good to hear from you, boy.”

“Prez, how’s things?”

“Good. Clean up is done.  Miguel Sanchez has disappeared into a six-foot deep muddy grave.”  He chuckles evilly.

“Fuckin’ A,” I mutter.

“Tomorrow, I need you and Rad to meet me at the dock.  Five a.m.”  His tone brokers no room for argument.

“What’s going on?”

“Got wind the Sea Dragons are trying to cut in on our turf.  My source tells me they’re accepting a delivery on our warehouse dock, from our supplier, tomorrow at sunrise.  We need to be there before them, use the element of surprise, and ambush the fuckers.”

FUCK!

“Five a.m.?”

“Meet us there, we’ll bring the weapons.”

My fingers rub roughly over my scalp as I try to think of a way around this. 

“Oak!” he snaps, gaining my attention again.

“Sorry, Prez,” I mutter.

“Relay the message to Rad.  Be there,” he orders firmly, before the line goes dead.

A deep growl rips from my throat as my hands clench into fists.  I hate that fucking man with a passion, and one thing I will not miss is seeing his ugly fucking face on a daily basis.

Pressing my ear up against the door, I hear the water still running.  My mind drifts to Willa, naked, hot, soapy water cascading over that flawless body of hers and I itch to run my hands over inch of her, followed by my tongue.

My phone alerts me to an incoming text message and I’m ripped out of my fantasies.

5am, Oak. Don’t be late!
– Prez

I resist the urge to write back with a giant ‘fuck you, cunt, you’re going down.’  Instead, I settle for,
Got it.

I bring up Chief Watson’s number and hit send.  He answers after three rings.

“Drake?  This better be good.  I’m having supper with my wife.”

“Chief, I’ve got some news you might be interested in.”

I hear a rustle and the background noise fading away as he moves someplace private.  “Spit it out.”

“The Zephyrs are required to be at the docks at five in the morning.  Apparently, the Sea Dragons MC have been trying to move in and are now taking bold measures.  They’ve ordered a shipment from the Zephyrs’ supplier, and are set to receive the order tomorrow morning at the Zephyrs’ loading docks.”

“Stupid bastards.”

“How did we not know this was going down?” I fire off.

“I’m just as taken aback as you are, Drake,” he grinds out.

“Flay has requested Rad and I meet him and the others at the docks so we can ambush them.  They’re bringing the weapons.  The exchange is tipped to happen at sunrise.”

“Call Mason.  Have him look into everything he can find on the Sea Dragons.  They’re people we don’t know a lot about and we need to remedy that immediately.  Call Dunlop, fill him in.  I’ll organize things from my end.  We go ahead, regardless.  If luck’s on our side, we’ll win tomorrow, and the bad guys will lose.”

“All due respect, sir, but it ain’t about luck.”

“No, it’s not,” he concedes.  “But, I
am
about to get lucky with my wife, so if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get back to that.”

“Have at it,” I mutter.

“Keep me informed, but don’t call unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Understood.”

I end the call and immediately call Mason.

“I need everything you can find on the Sea Dragons MC.  They typically operate from the ocean, hence their name.  Very rarely are they spotted on land.”

“Got it.”

“I need the information
yesterday
, Mason,” I stress.

“On it now, Special Agent.”

I hi
t
EN
D
and bring up Dunlop’s number, just as the shower stops running in the bathroom.  Knowing I don’t have long, I pray Dunlop answers immediately.  Thankfully he does.

I quickly fill him in and he promises he’ll start investigating any previous connections between the Zephyrs and the Sea Dragons. 

“I’ll email you everything I find.  What’s your take on this, Drake?”

“Prez is out for blood.  He’s pissed off and I doubt he’ll back down before a shitload of blood is shed.  We need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Landon Flay is one crazy motherfucker, Drake.”

“Landon Flay is a piss weak individual who gets off on spending his days molding innocent young boys into men who do his dirty work for him. 
That’s
what Landon Flay is.”

“Yeah, and all those traits equal him being a
crazy motherfucker
.  You need to tread carefully with this one.  You don’t think it’s a setup, do you?”

My mind instantly retraces my time with the Zephyrs.  “No, I don’t   There is no way he could have any clue about this operation.”

“I’ll email you.”

“Got it.”  I end the call just as Willa exits the bathroom.  A cloud of steam surrounds her and she looks like a devilish fucking angel, placed on this earth to corrupt good little bad boys like me.

The shirt I bought for her envelops her small frame, and she’s never looked sexier.  Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I stride to her.

I stop when my chest brushes hers.  Leaning down, I take her plump bottom lip between my teeth and suck it, mirroring what she did to me earlier.

“Tell me to stop,” I beg.  She needs to stop me.  I want nothing more to sink inside that sweet pussy and lose myself for days, but after the ordeal she just endured, I know it would be selfish.  She needs to say the words.

“No.”

“Willa,” I groan, pushing her back into the wall.  My hands grip her luscious ass and I boost her up.  Those long legs find purchase around my waist and my cock twitches in my jeans, immediately sensing the close proximity of her hot cunt. I push my hips forward, settling myself deeper between her thighs.  She moans and the scent of her arousal filters between us, clouding my judgment further.

“Tell me to stop,” I repeat.

She responds by dropping her ass down so her pussy collides with my dick.  Then, she whimpers and bites down on that bottom lip, her eyes droop, blazing with sexual energy, and fuck
, fuck
if I can put a halt to this.

I’m a greedy motherfucker and I can’t stop.  I crave to take her, to possess her, to claim her, so when tomorrow comes and shit goes down, she’ll forever know exactly who owns her.

I rip her shirt off over her head and then my mouth descends on one of her tight pink nipples, pulling it into my mouth and sucking while my tongue flicks over it.  She squirms in my arms, thrusting her chest further into me while her head drops back against the wall.

“Oak,” she moans, threading her fingers into my hair and holding me close.

“Roman,” I growl.

“Roman,” she repeats, correcting herself.

“That’s right, baby.”  I carry her across the room and lay her down on the bed.

The things it does to me when she uses my real name.
Fuck! It almost sends me over the edge each time.  It’s a sliver of
real
each time she says it.  It’s not an act, it’s not part of my job.  It’s me.  All me.

“Wait there.”  I race over and lock the door so Rad can’t come barging in.   Fuck, she looks like a vision fit for every man’s sexual fantasies.  She’s sprawled out on the bed, her hair fanning her face.  Her big tits are exposed, begging for my mouth.  Her stomach is flat and her pussy is teasingly hidden behind the flimsy lace fabric of the panties I bought for her earlier. 

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor, leaving me barefoot in my jeans.  Her hungry gaze roams over my body and my cock aches to be set free.  After spreading her legs wide apart, I climb up into the space between them, leaning down to place a kiss on her belly button.  The scent of her arousal engulfs my nostrils and my mouth waters.

Gripping the fabric between my teeth, I tug it down her legs and drop it on the floor.  Her pussy glistens for me and I can’t help but reach out and trace a finger through her wet folds.

Slick.  So fucking slick.  Just the way I like it.  She’s always ready for me, always wanting me.

My teeth clench together.  I should walk away now.  She doesn’t need this tonight, not after what she has been through.  This is wrong.

“Make me forget,” she whispers, as if sensing my internal battle.  “Consume me, strip me bare, and take it all away,” she continues, still whispering. 

I clamp my eyes shut, waging an inner war with myself.  She wants me to help her forget, but will me fucking her now do more harm than good?

He didn’t really touch her, she said so herself.  She wants this.

“Fuck me, Roman,” she demands, and just like that, all bets are off.  She called me Roman and, like every time before, it does something deep inside my gut.  It lets loose something I can’t control, a pull to her, a haze that clouds my judgment.  Hearing my real name fall from those sweet lips causes something inside to snap and the decision is made for me before I even have a chance to challenge it.

I slap the base of my hand over her sex and she arches up off the bed, crying out.  I do it again, twice in quick succession, leaving her begging for more as she pants, breathless on the bed.

“You aching for my cock, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Your little clit’s all swollen.  You want my tongue?”

“Just give me something,” she grinds out, frustrated with my teasing.

I lean down and swipe my tongue through her wet heat.  Instantly, the delicious taste of her arousal explodes in my mouth and I lap her up, tracing through her sweet cream pie, tasting every inch of her, from her tight little hole right up to the top of her clit.  I make may back down again, spearing my tongue inside her cunt, hitting her sweet spot and making her cry out so loud, there is no doubt in my mind Rad can hear us.  I don’t give a fuck though, my woman is about to come all over my face, and I can’t wait.

She locks her legs around my head, trapping me there, and I can’t think of a better place I would rather be.

I tug her clit into my mouth and suck hard, and at the same time I slide two digits into her pussy and begin finger-fucking her fast.

“Roman,” she cries out, her voice taking on that hoarse tone I love so much.

“Come for me, Willa.  Come all over my face.  I wanna taste you.”

Her back arches up off the bed and she whimpers.  Her pussy juices fill my mouth and I lap every drop up before gently swirling my tongue over her throbbing sensitive clit, gradually bringing it to life again once more.  She clutches my ears and tries to push me away while simultaneously holding me close.  I chuckle against her damp flesh and rub my stubbly cheek against her inner thigh. 

She quivers when I begin sliding my fingers in and out of her again.  Her inner walls contract around me.  My dick strains against my zipper, pleading to be set free into the nirvana that is her pussy.  I shift on the bed, desperate to relieve the discomfort in my crotch.

“Flip onto your knees,” I demand.  She immediately complies, shifting to her stomach and then pointing that beautiful ass in the air, right at my eye level.  I can’t help myself.  I have to taste it.  My tongue darts out and swirls around her tight little asshole.  She lurches forward away from me, but moans, so I know she likes it.  She comes back and I lick her there again.  This time she stays put.