Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (11 page)

Lookout nods and purses his lips. “Hmmm,” he says and then shuffles off.

I smirk knowing he has a thing for Niki but isn’t so sure about the package deal with Jackson. But to be honest, the kid is cool, a little misguided, but cool.

Pacing over to the bar where the steins of beer still sit from where Jackson poured them, I take a seat and decide I’m not letting them go to waste. Someone has to drink them, and I’ll take one for the team. Thinking of my kids and drinking beer at the same time sounds like a good plan to me, even though my plan was to stop drinking like a biker.

Taking long gulps from the stein, I relax slightly as the refreshing cold liquid runs down my throat. The bubbles from the foam tickling as they pop and flutter in my mouth. Placing the half empty stein back on the bar, I rest my head on my arm against the bar and let out a long sigh. I am really missing my kids, and I wish I could just drive over and see them, but I know I can’t.

A hard slap on my back shocks me to sit up straight. Looking to my right, I see Techie sitting next to me half smiling and furrowing his brows. “You okay, brother?”

Huffing, I slump my body relaxing seeing it’s him and shake my head running my hand through my hair. “Yeah, I guess. Just missing family.”

Techie nods and looks up to the ceiling. I purse my lips knowing a fact session is about to emerge from his lips. “Forty to fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce with sixty-eight to eighty-eight percent of the time mothers are awarded full custody of the children. It sucks brother, but in the brotherhood, you basically forfeit your previous life.” He slaps me on the back again and stands up walking off leaving me reeling with that information.

My previous life? I was an undercover cop working my last sting before getting a desk job in the precinct. Now, I’m a brother walking a thin line between crossing to the dark side and losing my previous life or being the rat that’s the one who brings down this entire chapter. I rub the back of my neck wondering if I can even go back to my old life. I don’t know how I can give this all up—my brothers, Skye, this life. I love it here, and I hate that eventually I’m going to have to report something in. Eventually, I’m going to have to be a snivelling dirty rat.

Taking a sip of my beer, I turn to see Sentinel walking in from outside. His gate shift must be over for today. Spotting me, he tilts his head in acknowledgment and strides over pulling out a stool next to me. He exhales tapping the bar for Acid to get him a beer and cracks his neck from side to side trying to relieve some tension.

“Fuck, it’s been a long day.”

I can’t help the laugh that erupts from my chest. He’s been sitting in a lookout post all day while I’ve been at a meet getting half blown up by Mexicans, not to mention babysitting duties, and
he’s
had a long day?

“What was that about?” he asks furrowing his brows.

I jolt my head back. “What?”

“That sarcastic laugh?”

Shaking my head, I exhale. “Nothing, just trying to wrap my head around a few things.”

Sentinel leans in toward me and raises his eyebrow. “How are
things
going?”

I glare at him and shake my head. “Not here,” I demand and he nods standing up, tilting his head toward the doors to head outside.

Nodding, I stand and we walk in a deathly silence to the back door making our way outside and toward the burning tree. No one else is out here, so we stride to the fence and lean against it, way out of hearing range of anyone who may come outside.

“So, what’s been going on?”

Exhaling not really wanting to tell him anything, but knowing I have to tell him something, I decide to talk. “We had a meet today and the Cartel showed up.”

Sentinel opens his eyes wide and pulls his lips together. “Have you reported it in?”

Rolling my eyes inadvertently, I shake my head. “No, there’s nothing to report. Nothing happened, except a pissing contest.”

“For fuck’s sake, Adam, you’re meant to be doing your fucking job! I’m stuck out on the God damned gate doing fucking nothing while you’re in there doing the brunt of the work. And for what? Nothing. Pull your fucking head in.”

Huffing, I clench my jaw. “Will you keep it down. Look I’m trying all right. There’s a fine line Doug, and I have to walk it carefully. I’m in with the Prez as you know, and so eyes are on me if I make the wrong move we could be gone in an instant. Do you want that? Do you want us in body bags? To end up in pieces in vats of acid, ‘cause that’s where we’re headed if you don’t keep your fucking calm about this, and let me do this my way.”

“Your way?
Your way!
Donovan if we did things your way, I’m positive we’d be leaving the force and patching in for real.”

“Fuck, shut your mouth, dick. At least, keep the level of your talk reasonable. Anyone could be listening, you gotta be more sensible man. Calm yourself down, or we’re going to be in for strife. I know this is hard, I know undercover isn’t the life you expected, but we’ll be out before you know it. You just have to hang on a bit longer and keep your fucking cool, until we can carry out what we came here to do. You got me?”

He exhales exaggeratedly slumping his shoulders. “If there’s another meet and you know the location, you have to report it in before you go, so our unit can be there when the Savages show up!”

My stomach twists on itself and my heart starts to thump dramatically. “I know.” But I wish I didn’t have to.

“With the gun and drug thing that’s going down, it’s going to be easier to get them. Mad Dog is losing control and he’s making mistakes. It’s going to be a simpler task to bring them down.”

Nodding, I lean against the fence for support. I hate that I have to do this. Loving the club wasn’t part of the plan when I infiltrated.

This was supposed to be a simple takedown.

There’s nothing simple about this at all.

Ryder walks outside and looks over at us nodding his head in a hello gesture. We nod back, and Sentinel leans into me. “We better get inside, we don’t want to raise suspicion,” he tells me, and I think it’s ironic coming from him, as he’s the one always making the dumb moves and obvious statements in public that are likely to get our arses caught. He moves away from the fence and marches toward the clubhouse, so I follow shaking my head. He’s a good cop, but undercover I’m just not sure.

As I walk inside Skye glides past not noticing me, so I grab her arm. She turns and her face lights up when she sees me.

“Hey handsome.”

“Can we talk?” I ask.

Her smile falters slightly, but she nods and turns to face me. “Sure. You okay?”

Exhaling, I nod. “Just having a weird day, and could do with some company.”

She moves in pressing her body against mine, sending warmth through me and a tingle down my spine. “Sure thing, wanna stay out here?”

Moving in, I slide my hands around to her arse and clench onto her cheeks tightly, pulling her flush against me. My cock throbs instantly, and I know this is leading into dangerous territory, but I need to feel her right now. “Can we go to my room?”

She leans up on her toes, moving her lips to my ear and tugging on my earlobe hard, making me clench my eyes shut tight as my cock hardens. “I thought you’d never ask.” She steps away from me grabbing my hand and leads me down the hall toward my room. Nerves are kicking in again, and I know I don’t have to fuck her and I probably won’t, but I’ll need to give her something to make her feel wanted because I do want her more than she knows. It’s just my head is being a fucking prick and interfering with my game.

We make it to my bedroom and she opens the door stepping through, I follow closing the door behind her and she turns around facing me. I figure she’s going to launch herself at me, but she merely smiles and tilts her head.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” she asks.

My mouth drops open slightly, wondering why she thought I actually meant talk when I asked her if I could talk to her—that was my code for making out. She giggles and steps closer to me swaying her hips slightly, making my already semi-hard cock ache even more. “I’m kidding, you don’t want to talk… do you?” she asks wrapping her hands around my neck.

I smile wide as she leans on her toes sliding her nose against mine. “Umm… no. But we can if you want to,” I say just in case this is one of those tests women do without actually saying what they mean.

She smiles letting go of me and taking a step back. “Okay, actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

My stomach sinks as I slump my body and exhale. “Umm… yeah, okay, shoot.” Damn it! I really wanted to spend the evening making out, but if she wants to talk, I’m willing to listen and help her with whatever issues she has.

She ambles into the middle of the room and starts undoing her shorts. Furrowing my brows, I open my mouth in confusion as she slides her shorts down her legs stepping out of them and her heels at the same time.

“Umm, Skye?” I ask.

“Shh, just wait,” she responds and then pulls her top off over her head letting it fall to the floor with her shoes and shorts. My cock becomes fully erect against my jean’s seam as I stare at her body in only underwear. If she wants to talk, she has a weird way of going about it. “So, I wanted to know, do you prefer me in, or out of my clothes?”

Raising my eyebrow, I shake my head slightly. “Is this a trick question?”

She smirks and shakes her head. “No.”

Smirking, I step to her and place my hands on her warm hips. “Out.”

She grins. “So, I suspected. Okay, I’m done talking, you can make out with me now.”

Chuckling, I tilt my head raising an eyebrow. “That was what you wanted to talk about?”

She giggles. “No, just wanted to tease you ‘cause you wanted to make out with me.”

“You knew my code?”

“I knew your code, now stop talking and kiss me.”

Chuckling, I move in pressing my body to hers. Wishing I was half naked, I move my mouth against her lips kissing her forcefully. She opens her mouth as her hands fist in my hair. Moving her backward, she bumps into my desk and I lift her up onto it. She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls my aching cock into her pussy. I can’t wait to touch her tits anymore, so I move my hands around her back unclipping her bra. It falls from her shoulders and I fling it off to the side. Groaning into her mouth, my hand slides down her shoulder and toward her supple tit. Her silky skin is making my cock throb harder, as my hand skims over her tit. My fingers find her nipple and she moans slightly as I tweak it. Feeling the sensitive bud between my fingers finally makes me want to fuck her even more, but I have to take this slow so I don’t freak out again.

She moves her hands to my cut and slides it over my shoulders. I bring my arms down, regretfully letting go of her nipple, to let my cut slide to the floor. The thick leather hits the floor with a thud, and she moves in quickly taking my shirt and lifting it up over my head. Her eyes immediately go to my abs, and she licks her lips taking in the sight. Her hands move to my belt and she stops them looking up into my eyes seeking permission. I nod, and she undoes the belt then my jeans and slides them over my arse. I glide them down my legs and step out of my boots and jeans sliding them across the floor, leaving me in just my low-rise trunks and her in her underwear. Moving back in, I grab her waist and pull her against me, so I can finally have that skin on skin feeling I’ve been needing.

My lips crash back to hers and as her tongue moves with mine, a small spark radiates through me. This is the barest we’ve been with each other, the most exposed, and I’m not freaking out. If anything, I want to go further with her, so I lean in grabbing her arse and lift her from the desk marching her over to the bed. Her kiss is passionate, and the intense lust burning between us is palpable. My heart is racing, and as I lay her on the bed beneath me, my cock twitches from excitement. Grinding into her pussy as I lay on top of her, she moans into my mouth letting me know she likes it. I want her to know that I want her, I want her to feel pleasure and I want her to be satisfied, so I slide off her to the left and glide my hand down her centre. She wriggles against my touch, as my hand dips into the side of her knickers and I tug on them slightly. She gets the hint and moves her hand down helping me pull them off.

Her hands move up, fisting in my hair, as I lay on my side kissing her strongly. I need her to know I want her. I need her to know I’m in this with her. My hand moves over her thigh and she spreads her legs for me like the good little girl that she is. My fingers trail up her folds, her slickness doesn’t go unnoticed by me, as my breathing starts to rush while my excitement grows by merely touching her. Slowly and gently, I run my finger upward toward her clit. She writhes in torment, waiting for me to hit that special spot that she’s aching for me to touch. Her bare nakedness is so delightful it makes me want to run my mouth down there and kiss her all over, but it’s her mouth that needs attention. Her pussy will just have to deal with my fingers for now.

Pressing my finger onto her clit, her back arches off the bed in pleasure as I begin to circle on her bud. She moans out in satisfaction as I slide my finger downward and inside her. Her slick warmth engulfs my finger, and my cock throbs so hard I feel like it might explode at any second, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Skye and working her up. So I push in deeper grazing her front wall, stroking upward and hitting the right spot.

She moans as I move another finger in her tight pussy. Her breathing increases, becoming harsh and rapid as her tongue, dancing with mine, becomes lazy. Smiling through our kiss, one hand fists in my hair as the other drops to the bed and clenches on the bed sheet. Pushing up further into her, in and out, in and out, stroking her just the way she likes. Her pussy is slickening around me so much, I want to slide down and taste her, see how sweet she really is but I won’t. I’ll save that for another time. She moans into my mouth again as I continue to finger fuck her, even though technically I’m getting nothing from this, it’s genuinely satisfying. Feeling her tightness around my finger, feeling her wriggling against my hand in pleasure, it all adds up. It arouses and helps fill a need in me.

Her back arches off the bed and her eyes clench shut as her hand in my hair tightens. I like her being rough with me, it’s a turn on. Her tongue dances with mine as I keep on moving inside of her quickly and deeply. A fine layer of sweat is coating her skin as she grinds her pussy into my hand and her body begins to shudder. Her moans are louder, she whimpers as she tries to hold on as long as she can, but I move my thumb up and press down on her clit. She moans again arching her back right off the bed, as she tugs on my hair pulling her lips from mine and shoving her head into my shoulder, biting down on my skin as her body constricts and then releases around my fingers. She lets out a soft cry and then falls lifelessly to the bed with a small giggle rocking her head from side to side.

Smirking at her, I pull my fingers from her pussy and bring them to my mouth, shoving them in and licking them clean of her juices. She tastes sweet and salty, a perfect mix of the two. Like those desserts that are salted caramel or something, the perfect blend.

“Jesus H Christ, Stealth,” she murmurs through staggered breaths as my cock aches furiously in my trunks.

Smiling at her, her arm comes over resting on her forehead as I lean on my side just looking at her. “So it was okay then?” I tease.