BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) (12 page)

“Slade,” she said, puffing her chest out determinedly, but only serving to give me a better view of the tips of her nipples poking through her shirt. “I appreciate you coming.  You’ve done your job - I mean, not job, but you’ve helped me with what I’ve asked.  But this is getting out of hand, and I know you have much more important things to do.  You can go home now.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked.  Go home?  Home was the clubhouse, but who would really call that home, except a misfit freak like me?  

“Yeah,” she said, biting her lip as she stared up at me.  She had thrown on a robe before the cops arrived, and the silky white material kept slipping off her shoulders.  She pushed her hand up to pull it back up again and I caught her fingers in my mind.  I pulled her hand to my mouth, opening her palm and kissing it.  She moaned a little, and I smiled.

“You don’t want me to go,” I said, looking up at her.

“No, maybe not.  But —,”

“—but nothing.  I know you don’t want me to leave.  You know I’m not going to go. There’s only one way this plays out.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I’ll just hang out.  Make sure nobody fucks with you.”

“I have to do my job, Slade.  I can’t just stay holed up in this condo with you,” she said.  The thought of that sounded pretty fucking good to me, and my cock twitched at the thought of it, too.  “I have a life, a job, and I still have to find Evie.”

“Okay. I get it. You’ll just have to do all of those things with me watching out for you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, with only a hint of hesitation in her voice.  “But you’ll have to let me pay you.”

“No, way.  We’ll call it a trade,” I said, pressing my cock in to her, the silkiness of her robe tickling my flesh.  

“Deal?” I asked, as she leaned into me, moaning.  The sight of her flushed cheeks made me smile, and I reached down and pulled her chin up, forcing those enchanting green eyes to look at me.  

“Deal,” she whispered.

When our lips met, there was no turning back.

It was several hours before we made it to the station.  

And when we did, it was bustling.  

“I thought it was Sunday,” I said, as the elevator door opened to a set of maze-like cubicles.  

“The news happens everyday,” she replied.  

“I guess it does,” I said.  I had instructed her in the car to let me know right away if someone looked out of place.  Her aloofness about the whole break-in bothered me a little, but only because I wanted her to be a little more aware of her surroundings, at least for a while, until we somehow knew she wasn’t in danger.  

But I knew that fucking snake was supposed to send that exact message.  Danger.

Instead, she was walking around her office like she owned the place and was completely invincible.  I had to admit, her increased confidence turned me on.  I liked it when a woman took charge every now and then.

As long as it was at the right time.  None of that BDSM bullshit, or whatever that shit was.  I wasn’t into getting pegged from behind with a ball-gag in my mouth or anything, but a girl jumping on top and taking charge was okay.  Or, a woman like Diana, standing in front of me, flipping through a stack of pink papers a hot blonde had handed her when she came in.

“Nothing about Evie,” she said.  “I was hoping the detective working on her case would have called today.”

“Sorry, babe,” I said, taking a seat in a leather chair in front of her desk.  I looked around as she checked her email, biting her lip in the glow of the computer screen.  Her shelves had books on them, and that was it.  No pictures of family, like all the other desks we had walked by to get to her office.  No colorful swag from ‘team-events’ that I once heard about on The Office.

Just Diana.  And Diana’s hair, so long, so blonde, so wavy and soft.  I remembered the feel of it sliding across my chest this morning as she had gotten up to get a glass of water.

I felt like an ass. I should have been the one to get up.  But, damn, if I wasn’t all lost and shit in the afterglow of finally coming, after hours and hours of consuming every inch of Diana’s delicious, peachy flesh, and I wasn’t thinking.  I slipped up.

But it sure as fuck wasn’t going to happen again.

My cock throbbed as I watched her run a hand through her hair, somehow leaving it looking even better than it did before.  Her eyes shot over to me, and a flash of desire passed between us.

“You done checking your email?” I asked, my jeans getting tighter as I stood up and began closing the blinds of her windows, slowly, one by one, until I ended up at the wooden door.  

I looked over my shoulder at Diana, and she was standing at the side of the desk now, watching my every move, biting her lip.  I reached down, turned the heavy lock on the door, and turned back to her.

I closed the distance between us quickly, my mouth capturing hers, our lips meeting together in a shared yearning that the entire night of fucking and the quick session before we left still hadn’t been able to distinguish.

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I lay splayed out on my desk like a proper harlot, with Slade’s tongue buried deep in my quivering sex.  

I couldn’t believe this was happening - at work! - and yet I didn’t care.  Something had snapped in me, a quickly developed addiction to Slade’s hands, Slade’s mouth, Slade’s flesh, Slade’s cock, any tool to bring him closer to me I needed more of.  I slipped my thighs around his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind him, my black stilettos resting comfortably on the broad back of this sex god that was pulling every ounce of energy out of me through my pussy.

His mouth was hot and wet, and roughly he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it over and over with his tongue at the same time, and then I felt the smooth slide of his fingers as he pulsed into me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with every second of suction from his mouth, and the smooth, rhythmic thrusting of his skillful fingers.  My hips writhed around my desk, my silk skirt was shoved up against my hips, and my hair was tangled around my face, and sticking to the smeared, red lipstick I was wearing.

There was no use in trying to be presentable, I should have known we would end up here.  I didn’t care.

Waves of spasming pleasure washed over me, drenching his still thrusting hand as I slammed my hips against him, his mouth taking everything my body gave him.  

I lay spent and blissed-out on my desk, as he pulled away with that mischievous half-grin on his face.

“What?” I asked, sliding off the desk and pulling my skirt down.

“Peaches,” he said, with a shrug.  “Sweet Georgia peaches.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“Have you ever even been to Georgia?” I asked.

“No, but I can tell you have,” he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

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“Fuck.”

I stood in Diana’s bathroom early the next morning.  She was still asleep, looking like a goddamned angel in the early morning light, peaceful as any woman I had ever seen.

Not that I often got the chance.  When I went to bed with someone, I was usually out the door right after.  Or, I would politely, but pointedly, tell them to leave.  On the rare occasions it did happen that I passed out next to some chick, I certainly wouldn’t have been standing over her and comparing her to some fucking celestial being the next morning.

I’d be throwing my pants on and getting out the door as fast as I could.

Back to my life.  

Back to real life.  

Which included back-alley drug deals and a few guns slung around just to keep things interesting.  Back to helping out with Solid Ground.  Back to my family, my Gods.  

But not now.  For some reason, the idea of returning to the clubhouse wasn’t appealing to me at all.  Sure, it was safe.  Someone would have to be out of their mind to fuck with us at the clubhouse.  But fuck if it wasn’t boring as all get out, most of the time.  Especially now that most everyone was coupled up.

So, as I stood next to the bed, looking down at Diana’s sleeping body, all splayed out and relaxed, thanks to the countless orgasms I had given her all night long, her long blonde hair spread over the white sheets, the morning light just shining through the curtains, hell…I caught myself caught up in her beauty, the curves of her cheek, her neck, her shoulders.  Every inch of her smooth, perfectly toned skin.  She was like a statue, carved from the finest marble.

If I hadn’t seen her writhing on the bed just a few short hours ago, I would have had to touch her to make sure she was real.  I smiled to myself at that image - I had done right by her, if I did say so myself.  By the time we were finished, she was flushed and spent.  

But my cock, once again at attention, was ready for more.

There was just one problem.  We were out of condoms.  I had brought a whole fucking package, but we had gone through them all and while the jealous part of me was pleased that Diana didn’t have any in her apartment, it was still a dilemma that needed to be dealt with.

My cock throbbed, as if to hurry me up.  I had to find a store, and I had to do it before she woke up, because if she looked at me one more time with that adorable fucking sleepy face and pressed her naked pussy into my thigh to say good morning, I knew I wouldn’t have a chance of resisting.

And the last thing this world needed was some little snot-nosed baby Slade running around.  I had made that decision long ago.  Best to stop the genetic line while I could.  There was no sense in continuing that evil thread of existence.

I tore myself away, grabbed my wallet, scribbled a note for her and left it by the bed.  If I was lucky, I’d only be gone ten minutes.

I grabbed her keys, locked her in, and walked down the hall.

When I got to the front door, the nutcracker wasn’t there.  Which was too bad, because I was looking forward to a chance to punch his face in.  Another guy, wearing the same uniform, wearing the same smug, self-important expression guarded the door.

As soon as he saw me pass through the revolving door, he puffed up.

“Hey, there,” I said, “I’m Slade.  I’m staying in —,”

“— Ms. Trudeau’s residence, yes, sir, I’m aware.”

“You’re aware?” I asked.

“Yes, sir, I’ve been informed of the…situation.”

“The situation?  And what situation is that?” I asked, any attempt at hiding my contempt for these arrogant assholes disappearing fast.

“That you are Ms. Trudeau’s guest, sir, that is all.”

“Yeah, I bet.”  Surely the nutcracker had filled him in and the cut across my back told everyone who I was.  Whatever.  I didn’t have time to get upset about this, Diana was upstairs and I needed to be quick.

“Look,” I said, eyeing him up and down the same way he was doing to me. “I need to get — um, I need a grocery store, or a drug store.  Where’s the nearest one?”

“About fifteen blocks west,” he replied, pointing down the street.  

“Thanks, I’ll be back shortly,”  I warned.

“Certainly, sir,” he replied.

At least this one had showed me a smidgeon of respect, unlike his buddy.

I walked through the ever present misty Oregon rain to my bike, which was still parked across the street, and now had several bright yellow envelopes attached to it.  Parking tickets.  I didn’t care - the time spent with Diana was worth it, but I did care that I had put my bike in danger by letting it sit on a downtown street that long unattended. Luckily, nobody had fucked with it.