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  “Ah, sweetheart, that’s good right there,” Trev said. “Get it all.”

  He let out a grunt and bent his knees a little.

  Eden moaned with her mouth full and felt Trev’s shaft thickening even more. She slid her hand from his shaft down between his legs and felt his balls. They were like rocks, engorged and ready to explode. She gently squeezed and Trev hissed.

  “Fuck…”

  He pulled back and left just the head of his cock in her mouth. He started to fuck at her, pumping faster and then he came to a sudden halt. With a growl deep inside his throat and chest, Trev’s body jerked and he started to come.

  When Eden felt the first spurt hit the back of her tongue, she jumped. Her hand grabbed at his shaft again and started to stroke him, feeling the throbs as he offered everything to her over and over. And Eden stayed right with him. Right up until he pulled himself from her mouth. Even after coming, his cock was beautifully long and thick.

  She fell to her back on the bed and was out of breath. Her legs were still open and she couldn’t believe she was still sopping wet.

  Goddammit, I’m still not done with him… I want him to fuck me now…

  Trev tucked his dick away and then leaned down, kissing just below Eden’s belly button. She reached for the pillows and let out a whimper.

  “Easy, sweetheart,” he said. He kissed down to her mound. “I was just playing…”

  He stood up and looked down at her.

  “What?”

  “I haven’t staked my claim yet. This was just play. Your reward for talking to me and Miller without any bullshit. Now get some fucking rest. Sorry I interrupted your nap.”

  Eden watched as Trev walked to the bedroom door and shut it behind him.

  She was left on the bed, naked from the waist down, her panties just past her knees, her pussy aching and throbbing for more. Her hands were still gripping the pillows as though she was waiting for Trev to keep kissing her down there.

  “Shit,” she whispered.

  If she knew this was what was going to happen… she would have come to the MC sooner…

  __

  ten.

  “Load up,” Blaine said and punched Trev in the arm.

  “What?”

  “We have a situation.”

  “Where?”

  “Two guys near the junk part of town,” Miller said. “Word has it they’re going to talk to Ethan. We cut off their supply when we took out Eight Under.”

  “What do they have on us?” Trev asked.

  “They saw us lining up against Eight Under. Heard from a guy that owes us money one of them has a couple shells in his pocket he claims could be traced to us.”

  “None of our guns are legal,” Trev said.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Miller said. “I want these pricks silenced. Now.”

  “We got it,” Blaine said. “It won’t be loud, I promise. You take care of the calls.”

  “How’s that going?” Trev asked.

  “I’m feeling things out,” Miller said. “Ripper is on a run right now. Something feels off. I talked to his VP, Jasper, and he sounded like he was hiding something.”

  “Ah, shit,” Trev said.

  “How’s Eden?” Miller asked.

  “Sleeping. Prospects are guarding the door. She knows not to do anything stupid.”

  “Yeah?” Miller asked. “You convince her?”

  Trev smiled.

  Blaine grabbed his hand and brought it to his nose.

  “Goddamn,” Blaine said. “These fingers smell like pussy.”

  Trev ripped his hand away. “Fuck off.”

  “Christ,” Miller said. He put a finger to Trev’s chest. “You play. Nothing else. I’ll make sure the club leaves her alone. She’s not going to get wrapped up in all this, Trev. Nobody in this MC can keep their dicks in their pants.”

  “You should talk, Prez,” Trev said and laughed.

  “Yeah, yeah. Fuck off. Both of you. Silence these two little rat pricks.”

  Trev got on his motorcycle and started it. The thunder roar usually eased his mind instantly. That didn’t happen this time though. He still thought of Eden, even as he rode out of the lot.

  He was happy he at least had his knife on him… he had a way to silence these guys.

  *

  The second they pulled off the road, the front door to a small beat up house exploded open. Two men came out with guns in hands. Trev turned his ride, killed the engine, and jumped off. He saw Blaine reaching for his gun, rage in his eyes.

  Goddammit… you have a family!

  Trev grabbed Blaine and tore him to the ground just as the first bullets sailed by them.

  Trev took out his gun and stood there, staring at the two men. “You fucking kidding me?”

  “That was a warning, bitch,” one said.

  “Bitch? You really want this?”

  “You’re going down,” the other said. “Let me make a fucking phone call.”

  The guy reached for his cell.

  Trev pulled the trigger and shot the phone right out of the guy’s hand.

  “Motherfucker!” he yelled and stepped forward.

  Trev pulled the trigger and blasted the guy in the knee.

  He looked down at Blaine and nodded. “Get the other one.”

  Blaine crawled to the back of the motorcycle.

  The guy Trev shot was on the ground screaming. The other guy still holding his gun.

  “I’ll fucking do it to you too,” Trev said. “Look at me, asshole. Put the fucking gun down.”

  “Fuck you,” the guy said.

  “Ahhh!” Blaine yelled as he jumped to his feet.

  “Blaine!” Trev bellowed.

  Blaine charged at the guy like he was ready to die. The guy turned and there was a split second of time before Blaine was going to eat a bullet for dinner and have dessert with the reaper. He lunged off his feet and slammed into the guy, taking him down to the ground. The gun went off but nobody was hit.

  Trev jumped forward and ran to the guy he shot. He pointed his gun. “Don’t move or I’ll end you.”

  The guy showed his hands and nodded.

  Blaine wrestled on the ground with the other guy. They threw punches and then Blaine went in with his mouth. He bit the guy’s fucking ear and jerked his head like a dog gnawing on rawhide. The guy screamed and lost his control. Blaine ended up on top of him, socking him in the jaw, calming him down.

  “Okay,” Trev said. “Everyone take a breath now. You” - he pointed to the guy he shot - “get back here with your friend.”

  The guy kicked back.

  Trev tucked his gun away and crouched down. “Word on the street is that you two motherfuckers are ratting out the MC.”

  “Fuck you,” the guy Blaine bit said. “You assholes took our shit out of town.”

  “That’s what we do,” Blaine said. He stood tall. “You don’t fuck around in this town. Not with that shit.”

  “It’s how we make a living,” the guy said.

  “What about you?” Trev asked the other guy.

  “I got nothing,” the guy said. “Look, I’m showing you my hands, man. Okay?”

  “I’m not,” the first guy said. “I ain’t no bitch.”

  Trev reached for the guy’s leg and pulled. The guy kicked and Blaine wound up and kicked the guy in the face, sending him back.

  Trev dug in the guy’s pocket and found two bullet casings. “So it was true. Working the PD? You think that’ll get you something?”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” the guy said, covering his bloody nose.

  “I can’t do that,” Trev said. “I’m here to silence you.” He reached for his knife.

  “What are you doing?” the second guy asked.

  “I’m going to cut out your friend’s tongue,” Trev said. “That’s a warning. And then you, motherfucker, you’re going to eat it. So that way if you think about talking, you can just think about friend’s tongue slithering around your stomach and
then your asshole.”

  The guy turned and threw up.

  Blaine started to laugh. “Oh, fuck, Trev. Look at this.”

  The first guy shook his head. “No, man, no. Come on now. It’s survival.”

  Trev inched forward and grabbed the guy by the throat. “You’re right, it’s survival… and I’m the fucking fittest.”

  *

  Trev wiped his hands as he sat on his motorcycle. He looked at the guy he shot, his face in shock from having his friend’s tongue in his hand.

  “I expect that to be gone,” Trev said. “I’ll come back and check in an hour.”

  The guy let out a dry heave sound.

  “Hey,” Blaine called out. “Lather it up with some BBQ and toss it on the grill.”

  Blaine laughed as the guy kept dry heaving.

  They left the scene and as they rode the open road, Trev felt a little regret surge through his body. Shit, if Griffin was alive and knew what Trev had just done to his daughter, he’d chop Trev’s dick off and shove it up his ass. And that was no exaggeration.

  Eden was a part of Griffin. And she was beautiful. Maybe it was more than just touching her. Maybe it wasn’t.

  This was the exact reason Trev always kept outlaw. Settling in with the MC was making his heart start to settle even.

  Back at the clubhouse, Trev, Blaine, Gaige, and Miller sat outside, drinking beer and whiskey, wafting in the smell of burgers as prospects cooked up some food for everyone. The whole Sunday family bullshit thing was finally over. The day was almost over, too. It was one Trev could wash away with booze and face tomorrow fresh.

  “You made him eat the tongue?” Gaige asked.

  “I don’t know if he fucking did it,” Trev said. “He was scared, man. Nobody will be talking from that neighborhood.”

  “Good work,” Miller said. “That fucking prick, Ethan…”

  “We’ll get him,” Blaine said. “He and I go back. He wants my ass, Miller. That’s what it is.”

  “He can try,” Miller said. “Let him try to tangle up with some other gangs and street scum. Let one of his men get popped and then see how fast he comes for help.”

  “At least it’s done,” Trev said. “Can we focus on the other situation here?”

  Nobody spoke.

  “We have nothing new,” Gaige said. “You think The Lost Men would have hit up that tattoo shop?”

  “I don’t know,” Trev said. “That’s a stretch. Ride all that way…”

  “To get her,” Miller said.

  “Who told them to get her?” Trev asked. “That’s the question.”

  “You think Ripper found out?” Blaine asked.

  “It’s just weird,” Gaige said. “The letter was sent right around the time Griffin is killed.”

  “Maybe he had it written already,” Miller said. “Maybe Jenn had it. Maybe he told her to send it if he ever got killed.”

  “Jesus,” Blaine said.

  “So, what?” Trev asked. “Griffin had an eye on his daughter the entire time? Then he gets killed and has this letter sent to get Eden here?”

  “Maybe,” Miller said. “It was her choice to wait as long as she did.”

  “Better off,” Blaine said. “It was rough last year at this time.”

  “Amen to that,” Gaige said.

  “I don’t know what to make of anything,” Miller said. “This is dangerous. We move slow and easy. If this implodes with Ripper, we’ll be dealing with President meetings, votes for patching over other charters, playing into Ripper’s fucked up head.”

  “Any chance he’s running outlaw?” Trev asked.

  “As a President?” Blaine asked.

  “Why not? Playing both sides of it all? We’ve all heard stories about him, right? He does what he wants, when he wants. Shit, he could be…” Trev shook his head. “Whatever. I can’t live in speculation.”

  The prospects came over with a plate of burgers.

  “You boys hungry?” Blaine asked the prospects.

  “Yes,” one of the said.

  “If I spit on this, will you still eat it?” Blaine asked.

  “Uh…”

  “How about if I wipe my ass with it?” Trev asked.

  One of the prospects smirked.

  Trev stood up.

  “Ah, shit,” Miller said.

  Trev faced the prospect. “Something funny, asshole?”

  “No, sir,” the prospect said.

  “What do you think this is? Fucking playtime?”

  “No…”

  Trev grabbed a burger and slammed it into the prospect’s face, driving him back. He swung his foot and tripped the prospect, sending him to the ground. Trev stood over the guy, watching his face as he ripped the burger meat off him.

  “No,” Trev said. “Eat the fucking burger. Then I’ll give you something to wash it down with.”

  Trev grabbed his jeans.

  “Fuck, he’s fired up,” Gaige said.

  “Anyone else have something to offer?” Miller asked the other prospects.

  “No, sir,” one of the prospects said. “Can we get you anything else?”

  Trev stood with his hand at his zipper. Goddammit, if he had to piss, he would have done it. Instead, he turned and walked back to the table and sat down.

  He made himself a burger and gobbled it down in three bites.

  “You gonna be okay, brother?” Blaine asked.

  “Fuck off,” Trev said. “This is why I always kept outlaw. This shit right here.”

  Miller leaned forward, showing his teeth. “Nobody’s forcing you to keep that cut on, brother. Say the word and I’ll fucking personally cut those patches off.”

  Trev stared at Miller. “I knew him better than you did, Miller. This is all fucked. Something bad is going to happen.”

  “We already know that, Trev,” Gaige said. “Take is easy, man. Okay? You’re running with assumptions, which is exactly what you said you wouldn’t do.”

  “Fair enough,” Trev said.

  He ripped through two more burgers and another three beers as the rest of the guys lingered around the lot.

  It was twilight when Landon came over and said, “Prospects are still alive.”

  “I know,” Trev said.

  “Thought you were slated to take care of that.”

  “I am,” Trev said. “Got a problem?”

  “They’re just hanging there. It’s kind of bad. Even for us.”

  “Gives them time to think about what they did,” Trev said. “Now leave me the fuck alone.”

  Trev walked away and saw Gaige and Miller at a different table, a map open.

  They were discussing territory rights, something that scared Trev. Debating cities and borders between charters of the same MC was touchy to begin with. Add to that a little inner beef and it was worse. If Chief Ethan got wind of it…

  Trev kept walking, eyeing up the apartment. Prospects had taken food to Eden a while ago. She was fed, sheltered, and safe. That’s all Trev could offer her for right now until the rest of the bullshit started to really show itself.

  As Trev walked a line of junk cars, he saw a lighter flicker with a flame. The lighter clicked shut and the cherry of a cigarette glowed bright.

  “Brother,” Nate’s voice said.

  “What are you doing back here?”

  “Avoiding the noise,” Nate said. “You know me.”

  “Can I talk to you about something?”

  “Sure.”

  “You got your head bashed in once, left for dead. You were let down pretty bad by some close people in this town. Hell, even the MC. You ever think Griffin was…”

  “Never once,” Nate said. “He was a fat pain in the ass, but never a traitor.”

  “He was hitting Ripper’s old lady.”

  “So what?”

  “If this goes bad, Nate…”

  “It always goes bad,” Nate said. “That’s our life, Trev. You’ve seen enough dark shit to make the reaper fear you. What are you
worried about?”

  “Eden. She walked into a storm thinking she was finding the end of a rainbow.”

  “That’s poetic. You should write that down and sell it in a card or some shit.”

  “You’re a real fucking prick sometimes.”

  Nate put an arm and grabbed Trev’s shoulder. “Hey. If a war between charters broke out, we’re the charter, Trev. The Charter. No questions. Ripper is a fucking asshole. I was kind of hoping Miller would start to address the other charters soon. Now that it seemed Frelen was quiet, to me, it’s time to think north.”

  “Christ, Nate. You want to patch over up in Daurian?”

  “No. Just put the right power in place. Then again, I’m a fucking prick sometimes, right? I don’t trust anyone.”

  “Thanks for the talk,” Trev said.

  He went back to the apartment and grabbed a fresh beer.

  It was too quiet in the damn place. For a second, he thought maybe Eden had gotten an escape.

  When he opened the bedroom door, it was almost like before. She was in the bed, asleep. This time she was tucked in and rolled up in the covers. Trev looked at the ground and sure as hell, her jeans were on the floor. He thought about her panties, her sweet pussy, the way her mouth looked so full of his dick. It made him start to get hard.

  Leaning against the wall, Trev slowly dropped down to his ass. He then sat there, in the dark, and finished his beer. He stared at the bed and tried to replay everything in his mind over and over. He thought about killing those prospects, but he didn’t feel like leaving Eden.

  Then he thought of something to do with Eden tomorrow… to see how strong she really was in all this…

  __

  eleven.

  When Eden woke up she had a crazy rush to her head. She sat up and felt like she had been hit by a truck. The sun was shining outside the window and she tried to refuse the idea that she had slept all night. It was the most sleep she’d had in one night in a very long time.

  She looked around the bedroom and saw that it was empty.

  Trev.

  She had no clue where he had gone. They had fooled around, he left, and he never came back. Eden had a feeling of letdown squirming through her heart and stomach. She quickly fought it off, reminding herself that she was dealing with a bunch of bikers. They weren’t going to be her friend. She had to stay safe and then get the hell out of there. Eventually.