SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club (26 page)

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asked, his voice gruff and deep. “I've been ready all my life.” I lay naked under him, my body on fire, my hips thrusting up at him, begging him to take me. Roaming his 
hands over the curve of my hips, he trailed kisses along my exposed skin, first kissing the curve of my breasts, then down to my belly, and over to my hipbones and down my trembling thighs. His hot breath tickled the inside of my thighs as he licked up and into my wetness. Moaning, I pulled his mouth into me as he licked my tender lips, finding the delicate nodule of my clit and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking at it roughly.

My body melted into the bed, my fists clenching at the sheets as his mouth devoured my pussy. I opened my thighs wide, pulling him into me, needing him as close as possible as he brought me to the edge. My hips thrashed wildly as I exploded in waves of ecstasy, his tongue expertly sucking my clit, pulling every last morsel of sensation from my quivering body.

I fell onto the bed, spent and blissful as he pulled himself up and mounted me. His cock pressed against my flowing sex, slowly sliding inside of me in delicious smoothness. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. His mouth captured mine and he kissed me passionately, his body invading me, filling it with his hard cock and tongue as he began thrusting slowly and purposefully.

“My god, Crow!” I gasped. His cock was so huge, I was stretched around him tightly, my wet pussy gripping onto him like a vice.

“I knew your pussy was going to be perfect.” He whispered in my ear as he picked up the pace and began fucking into me harder. I held onto him with my legs, my hips meeting his every thrust, desperately needing him deeper inside of me. I had never been so full, had never wanted a man so bad in my life. He was like no other lover, his thrusts speeding up then slowing down and speeding up again, his rough hands scraping over my soft tits bringing me to the edge and back over and over again.

My juices flowed over his pounding cock, my pussy spasming repeatedly as I lost myself below him. Submitting to his marvelous assault, I softened my limbs and let him ride me harder and harder, his hands digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he held onto me. I opened my eyes and watched him as his face hardened, his lips pressed together in fierce concentration as he searched for his own release.

I clenched my pussy around him, milking his throbbing manhood rhythmically, bringing him over the edge as passion flowed over his beautiful face, and he threw his head back, his cry escaping from his mouth as his cock swelled inside of me while he erupted, his hot seed searing me, coating my slick pussy with his passion.

Unable to tear my eyes away, I watched as his face relaxed, satisfaction washing over him as he fell against my breasts, resting his head on me while he caught his breath.

“Wow.” I whispered, running my hands through his hair, now wet with sweat. His softening cock slipped from me, and he lay back on the bed, pulling me over to him. I laid my head on his broad chest, as he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

“Wow is right,” he murmured, right before we drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER SIX

The sirens woke us up the next morning. Crow jumped out of bed and looked out my bedroom window. “What the fuck!” He began furiously throwing on his clothes. Looking out the window myself, I saw dozens of cop cars surrounding the clubhouse. What the fuck was going on? Getting dressed as quickly as we 
could, we both ran out of the apartment and across the street. Mr. C was handcuffed and being placed in a squad car. I spotted Tommy and the DA talking by their cars, 
and they both looked away as soon as they saw me. Right, I was supposed to be undercover. I tried to compose myself, knowing I must look quite the sight running across the street with my tousled hair and clothes, also knowing it was quite obvious what, and who, I had been doing.

“What the fuck is going on around here?” Crow bellowed beside me.

Ratz, Pockets and Pete were standing together, anger covering their faces. “They're taking in Mr. C. Cops raided the place on an anonymous tip, they told us. They also said they 
found a brick of cocaine in the Mr. C's desk.”

My heart sank and I locked eyes with Pete. He looked at me sternly, daring me to say a word. I kept my 
mouth shut, not knowing what was going on at all. But clearly, I was not properly informed. It took all my restraint not to run over to Tommy.

“Cocaine? Are you fucking kidding me?” Crow walked over to the squad car Mr. C was sitting in. “What the fuck, C?”

Mr. C was shaking his head, completely pissed off and confused.

“It wasn't me, man. I don't know how it got there, you know I hate that shit, Crow! I would never touch it!”

“Yeah, I know...” Crow's voice trailed off as he surveyed the scene. “So do I.” I looked over at Pete again, and he turned away. “Looks like we got a vulture in our nest, Pres.” Pockets said under his breath.

“Yes, it does, doesn't it?” Crow replied, white-hot anger seeping out of every pore, as he stood helplessly 
watching the cop car drive away with Mr. C in the back.

“Now what the fuck are we going to do about it?” He turned and walked into the clubhouse, never once 
looking back at me.

Watching as Tommy and the DA shook hands and drove off in their cars, I realized I was standing on the 
sidewalk alone, barefoot and bra less, with tangled hair and the smell of Crow on my skin, and filled with confusion.

I looked longingly at the clubhouse, every cell in my body yearning to go in and comfort Crow. Taking a deep breath, I turned and slowly walked across the street to my apartment.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Tommy, what the fuck happened this morning!?” My voice echoed off the walls of his small, dark musty office in the 12th precinct. I was livid that I wasn't 
informed ahead of time.

“Calm down, Liv. There's a lot more going on behind the scenes than you know
.”

“I'm listening.” I sat across from him, and folded my arms in front of me while I glared at him.

“I see that you're listening, but you also need to calm down.” The stern look he gave me reminded me of the 
first night I had met him as he had so desperately tried to reach me through my teenaged angst and grief. He had a way of seeing right through me.

“Okay, just tell me.”

“Well,” he began, “ol' Cyclops, I mean, John Emerson, the DA – I told you about his history with Crow. He asked me to send you in. But I didn't know that he already had someone else in there.”

“Someone else? There's another undercover in there? Who?”

“Well, I can't tell you. I actually don't know myself. He's from another precinct and they want to keep it secret for obvious reasons. Only the DA and the precinct captain know who it is.”

“That's insane, Tommy. How am I supposed to do my job, if I don't have all the information?”

“Well, Liv,” he looked at me disapprovingly, “it looked to me like you were doing your job just fine this morning.”

I blushed, remembering Crow's warm breath against my neck as we slept peacefully together that morning. As the memories began crawling through my mind, I shook my head as I pushed them away.

“Honestly, Tommy, I think you guys are barking up the wrong tree. I haven't seen any evidence of anything illegal going on.” The image of Pete standing by the desk last night flashed through my mind, but I had decided I was going to keep that to myself right now. I wasn't about to tell Tommy what I had seen just yet. If Pete was a prospect, then he could be dealt with by Crow. It had been clear that Crow and Mr. C had no idea that cocaine was there. I wasn't sure what Pete was up to, but I was going to keep a close eye on him, and if I needed to tell Crow what I had seen, I was ready to do that.

I knew I was blurring the line a bit between my job and the club, but I needed to know more before I could point my finger in anyone's direction.

“Well, something's going on. They found the coke in the desk. So, Liv, what we want you to do is to continue to get close to the club members. Get to know them. Be their friend...or, well more if you have to. I'm assuming that's where your relationship with Crow is headed?”

“No, Tommy. I'm just doing my job. There's no 'relationship' with Crow. I'm just getting close to him, like you asked.”

“Well, good. And remember, with the first sense of danger, you get out of there and you call for help, you got it?”

“Got it. Thanks, Tommy. And listen, next time there's going to be a raid, maybe you could let me know ahead of time?”

“I'll let you know if I know, Liv. I'm not always informed in these situations either.” 

I left his office feeling not one bit assured, and having learned absolutely nothing, except that someone else was inside working this case, too. And I was determined to find out who it was.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mr. C arrived back at the clubhouse amid applause and raucous back-slapping. Watching from the chair I had arranged directly in front of my living room window, I took in the scene, sipping a beer and contemplating my next move. He was out on bail quickly, but I was sure he wasn't out of trouble. It had only taken two days. I had laid low in my apartment the entire time and had not caught sight of Crow at all after I returned from the precinct the morning after Mr. C's arrest.

I hadn't seen him once, but not a minute had passed that I wasn't thinking about him. I assumed he was at his house in the country he had referred to, and I wondered just where that was. I wanted to go to him, comfort him. I knew he would have been deep in thought trying to figure out what happened. But I couldn't. I didn't even have his number.

No. I would just have to wait for him to come to me. In the meantime, I watched from afar.

The sun was setting behind the clubhouse, and music poured out of the windows. I smiled as I imagined Mr. C back behind the bar, pouring himself a much needed shot of whiskey and not stopping until the bottle was empty.

The other person I hadn't seen in the last few days was Pete. I still wasn't sure what I was going to say to him. I needed to let him know that I was on to him, that I thought he planted the coke, but I needed to make sure he didn't recognize me. And if he had planted the drugs, then why? That's what I wasn't sure of. Unless he didn't plant them. Maybe the club was running drugs after all and Crow and Mr. C did know they were there. Did they tell Pete to put them there? They had both seemed genuinely surprised at the raid, though, so that didn't seem likely.

And who was the other undercover cop? I had no clue who it could be. Everyone seemed to fit into the club so well, that it didn't seem likely that it could be any of the MC members. I had to admit, I was completely intrigued and a whole lot annoyed. It seemed ridiculous that they wouldn't tell me or Tommy who it was.

I was so tired of sitting in this chair and watching nothing much of anything happen. I needed a drink. The MC seemed to be tucked in for the evening, and I was pretty sure nothing was going to be going down tonight, especially since Mr. C had just gotten out of jail.

After pulling on my boots, I headed over to the pub across the street. It was unusually quiet, and I was thankful for that. I just wanted to get a bite to eat, have a few beers and quietly retire for the evening. I was so confused about everything going on, my head had been racing, imagining a million different scenarios and ways this could all go down. I needed a break from all of that. I ordered a shot of tequila with my beer and burger and settled into a booth in the back while I waited.

In spite of all the intrigue and vagueness, I was enjoying myself immensely. Sure, I was worried about Crow, and if I was being completely honest with myself I would admit that I had feelings for him. I was planning on keeping them completely in control, and I was confident in my ability to do that. He had been gone for two days now, though, and I was starting to miss him.

As the night wore on, I felt my worries slide away with every drink. Something was definitely fishy, I knew that, but I was hoping whatever the truth was, it would come to light soon. For now, though, life was good. I couldn't help but remember the feel of Crow's hands on me, the emotions that played across his face like 
shadows while he thrust into me over and over the other night, and the perfect, blissful feeling of falling asleep in his gentle arms before we had been so rudely awakened. I had planned on making him a huge breakfast that morning. I was a phenomenal cook – Mabel had taught me well – and I found myself wanting to cook for Crow. He felt vulnerable to me, despite his rough exterior. I wanted to take care of him.

Sliding out of the booth that I had occupied for a few hours, I smiled with the thought that I wasn't doing a very good job of staying in control of my emotions for him. He was irresistible and with my defenses now weakened, I was entertaining fantasies of doing more than walking away from this assignment when it was over. Could it ever work out in such a way that I could have an actual future with Crow?