Friction (Oath Keepers MC Book 5) (23 page)

I’m instantly assaulted with memories of plunging my fingers deep inside her while shoving her against the washing machine. Fuck that was hot. I need to fuck her in the laundry room at some point; I’m beginning to think it may be a fetish of some sort. Or maybe I just want to have her in every room possible. I want to fuck her in front of every man in this club so they know she’s mine, but at the same time I would slaughter them if they looked at her like that.

Before she utters another word, I shove her against the wall, one hand wrapped in her long hair, the other palming her ass tightly, while I take her mouth in a powerful kiss. Her hands catch my shirt on my chest, needing to hold on, as I lead her tongue into toe curling feelings of bliss, conveying my need to her.

Her mouth follows mine eagerly, wanting more as well, her own frustration shining through while she grips my shirt tighter, her nails scraping into my muscle. I wish more than anything to plunge my fingers into her again, here and now. She whimpers, and it goes straight to my groin, spurring me on to make her moan.

I wrench away, panting and quickly bite her nipple through her shirt. She groans again in pleasure and we’re interrupted by Spin laughing.

“Jesus, take it easy you two; you’re going to make me come just watching you fuckin’ kiss.” Spin chuckles and I answer him with a glare and a growl.

“All right, my bad; sorry I interrupted.” He raises his hands, smirking as he passes us by.

Sadie’s heated gaze meets mine as her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, her breasts taunting me along with her flushed cheeks, telling me she wants it just as badly as I do.

“I, uh, have to get the clothes and a new bottle,” she declares almost as if she’s on autopilot, in a daze.

Stepping back a pace, I nod, giving her tit a soft twist with my fingertips, before I turn toward the back door leading outside. I swear I hear her sigh again, but block it out as I quickly make my exit. I know that if I stay a moment longer, clothes will be coming off and if Spin interrupts me again, I may chop all his fuckin’ hair off.

I place my hand to my chest, my heart beating so erratically it feels as though it could quite possibly pop out of my chest. God, the things that man does to me and my body. It’s killing me not being able to really mess around with him. This morning was so sexy when I could feel him pushed up against me, kissing me all over.

Twist is unbelievably talented with his tongue and I’ve had to miss out on it while I’ve been recuperating from childbirth. I’m hoping by being forced to wait awhile, he’ll actually want me more. I pray it doesn’t do the opposite and drive him away from me.

So far it’s like he can’t stop touching me and I love every minute of it. He’s done really well adjusting to having Cyle around also. I’m happy to see he still finds me attractive now that my belly’s gone. It always seemed like it was one of his favorite parts of my body. I wonder if it reminded him of his daughter and made him happy.

Twist’s been good to Cyle. He hasn’t held him much, but I’ve woken up a few nights to see Twist feeding him a bottle and rocking him back to sleep so I didn’t have to get up. Who knew such a scary man could be so gentle and loving. I came here for stability, and in finding it, was also rewarded with a fiercely loyal and protective man.

I get to the laundry room and fold our clothes, stopping by the kitchen to get Cyle a clean bottle. I’ve been pumping
and
using formula, so he’s used to both. I like it that during the day he drinks breast milk and at night he’s able to have formula. It makes it easier on me and the doctors were happy that I was planning to offer him breast milk at all.

Cyle can have both as long as it doesn’t mess up his tummy. He already has poo that looks like blended up pumpkin—not sure how that’s not messed up—but the doctors assured me that it’s normal. I’ve been peed on once, which Twist found hilarious, but I’m slowly learning the ropes of how to take care of my son. I know I’ll forever be learning when it comes to my son, but at least we have a small routine started.

I commend mothers everywhere for having a newborn and working. I honestly couldn’t imagine working while living on so little sleep and barely any time to myself. I’m blessed to have Twist and Avery’s help. She’s watching over Cyle right now so I can get caught up. She offered to clean up everything for me, but I have to do it myself. She’s become a really good friend; London’s warming up to me as well. I think she has a soft spot for Cyle, so she’s giving me a chance.

For once in the past year, I feel grateful and happy. I’m lucky to have people in my life who care for me and a healthy little boy to spend my life with. Then there’s Twist; all I can do is thank my lucky stars for bringing him to me.

Who knew I’d fall in love with a broken biker.

Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.

-Unknown

I step out back
and find Ares sitting on the picnic table smoking a cigarette.

“Thought ya quit.”

“After dealin’ with Viking, I needed one.”

“What was that shit ‘bout?”

“We got into it in Cali. I told him to wait for us to get to the club unless they absolutely had to take them out. The Nomads thought it’d be smart to just torch the place when they couldn’t find Ghost. They should’ve just waited in case he decided to show up.”

“Makes sense, I guess, but why him? I thought Ex and Scot were callin’ the shots with the Nomad crew.”

“I got into it with Exterminator, and Viking took up in his defense. They think they’re the only motherfuckers around here with skeletons in their closets. I just pointed out that we’re all fucked up in some way, and it turned into a bunch of bullshit.”

“I should’ve gone. If we wouldn’t have stopped for me to talk shit over with Avery and turn around, we probably would’ve made it in time before they had a chance to torch everything.”

“No, brother, you did the right thing coming back, especially since you’re laying claim. It’ll make it easier on 2 Piece to accept his sister growing up and moving on. Plus, with the baby, you needed to be here to help with him. Avery wants to help out also, but she doesn’t know much about babies—besides Cain’s boy.”

Shrugging, I start toward the old shed where Blaze is being held.

“What’re you doing?” Ares jumps up to follow me.

“I wanna see this bitch-ass real quick.”

“Don’t kill him, Twist.”

Snickering, I glance back with a wicked smile. “Who says I need to kill him to have some fun?”

He grimaces, rubbing his forehead knowing I love to torture people with my knives. Like he has room to talk, fucker saws people’s body parts off, yet they all think
I’m
the crazy one.

Ares unlocks the shed and opens the door wide, the light spilling in enough so I can see everything perfectly. My belt’s wrapped up neatly with my knives exactly where I left it, and there’s a passed out Iron Fist lying in the middle of the dirt floor.

“What’d y’all do to him?”

“Not much yet, just drugged him up so he couldn’t go anywhere.”

“Prez agreed to that?”

“No, the Death Chasers already had him fucked up though; they gave us some more shit to keep him that way.”

“I can’t believe Prez is down with you doping him.”

“He doesn’t know.”

His words halt me and I turn to him, eyes wide at the significance of his words. I know Ares is the VP and has been playing president while Mona’s been so sick, but I have to say I’m a little impressed Ares made the call like this without telling Prez.

“You an’ Prez straight?”

“Yeah, he’s just been mixed up in things without letting us know shit, like when he hid the fact that the person bombing the club not too long ago was also connected to his old buddy who is in with the Fists. I hold a lot of respect for Prez, but it’s my job to watch out for this club and the safety of its members, before worrying about stepping on his toes. It’s safer at this point to keep this piece of shit drugged up if we aren’t killin’ him yet.”

“I feel you and I agree.” I nod and shut the door. I’ll hold back and see what else Ares has planned, before I torture the fucker until he begs me to take his life.

As we walk back to the clubhouse, Ares peers over at me looking a little puzzled. “I’m glad you have Sadie; she’s good for you.”

I shrug and reach for the door, not replying. I’m glad he’s happy with Avery and 2 Piece, not that I’m gonna pat him on the ass about it or anything.

“Oh Twist!” Sadie jumps when I come into the entryway and I chuckle at scaring her.

“Sunshine?”

“The door startled me; I was in my own little world; you know how that is.”

Approaching her, I remove the laundry basket from her hands, holding it against my hip with one arm and twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “I wanna taste you, beautiful.”

Her cheeks darken again as she bites her bottom lip slightly. “I wish,” she replies softly, and I give her hair a little tug. Her eyes fly to mine as I bend in, ready to sample her lips when there’s a loud shout from Ares.

“Sorry, babe, I’ll be back.” I hand her the basket and scramble back outside.

“Brother?” I shout, looking toward the picnic table and then shed.

“I’m good!” he yells back, coming around the side of the building. Once he’s closer, he quietly adds, “Swear to Christ I just saw someone out in the brush past the fence. I yelled and they disappeared.”

“Was it Ghost?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t put it past him though to show up again, especially now that we have his VP hostage…”

“You callin’ church to let everyone know?”

“Nope, we can’t leave Blaze like that, and I’m not havin’ you out here alone.”

“The fuck not? I can handle my own.”

“I know, brother, but there’s no tellin’ how many could be with him. You got a family to think about now.”

“I get it, so what’s the plan?”

“I want to string this dickface, Blaze, out in the middle of the parking lot. We’ll tie him to the flag pole, right there in the center, and see if whoever was just here has enough balls to come onto the compound and get him. If they make a move, we’ll be able to catch them—easy peasy.”

“Bet. You want me to holler at the brothers?”

“Nah, I’m texting Cain right now.”

“You know as the VP you ain’t supposed to be doin’ this shit? How ‘bout you let me an’ Cain handle it?”

“Fuck that! You know I prefer to get my hands dirty.”

Keeping quiet, I nod, giving in. His patch is higher than mine, and if the fucker wants to get killed, that’s his decision.

“What about the gate?”

“I’m telling the prospect to leave the electricity on, but to open the main gate so we can see them if they come it.”

He shoots off a quick text, and before we get to the shed, Cain, Spin, 2 Piece, and Snake are all out the back door to help.

“What’s the plan?” Cain inquires, scanning the perimeter.

“We’re tying him to the flag pole.” Ares nods toward the shed and Cain laughs.

“Fuck, bro, this is gonna be entertaining. We’re making him a sheep?”

“If that’s the case, I’mma barbecue him for dinner,” I mutter and they all stare at me, grossed out.