Page 86 of Hell & Back

Preacher spoke up once more. “Wallace and Wakefield are passing out drawings of each building and surrounding area. Divide into groups and come up with a plan. When we’re done, we’ll go through each of the plans and decide which one to use.”

Wallace or Wakefield handed them what looked like a topographical map of the Phantoms’ property. The biggest building was obviously their clubhouse. Next to it and to the right was the garage. Behind a line of trees was another building.Given it was surrounded by trees and they’d made a mad dash through the woods to escape, it had to be the place where they’d held Darren. Seeing where he’d been held on a map made his blood boil and he had to fight the urge not to swipe it and everything else on the table to the floor. If not for them and their fucking games, Darren would never have cheated on Kylie. He would not still be in this fucking mess. He would not still be fighting the effects of the drug. Darren’s plan hinged on him getting his hands on the two men that made his life hell. He would get his justice.

It took over an hour for each of the groups to come up with what they thought was a good plan. All the plans were collected, scanned and one by one was put up on the projector screen. They went over each one with a fine tooth comb. The fact that their input was appreciated and Preacher and his commandos didn’t take over and declare how things were going to go down gave Darren reason to respect the crime lord.

Preacher was used to commanding everyone around him so he imagined it was difficult to defer to Race. Although they had Bellamy in common, the men still barely tolerated each other. Preacher made a sport out of poking at his brother-in-law every chance he got. Race, not one to be outdone, would poke back, usually with some comment with sexual innuendo in regards to Preacher’s little sister.

They’d just taken the plan from the Horsemen and put up on the screen. They went through the plan, dissecting every little detail, highlighting the parts they liked best. They set it aside and moved on to the plan the Sons had come up with.

“Hey. You doing okay?” Tuck leaned over and whispered his direction.

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re leg’s bouncing like you’re hopped up on speed and you’re trying to kickstart your bike.”

Darren immediately stopped with the annoying leg action and frowned. “I’m fine.” He checked the time on the clock mounted on the wall. They’d been at it for three hours. There was no rhyme or reason as to when the drug would kick in and he’d need to fuck. He kept praying that it would leave his system soon. He hated being ruled by this EZ Lay shit.

“You’re also grinding your teeth and digging your nails into the backs of your arms.”

Darren immediately uncrossed his arms. “Damn it.”

“Go. Text Cutter and have him bring Kylie over. I’ll fill you in when we get back.”

Darren pulled out his phone and texted Race to let him know he had to step out, but would be back. Next, he texted Cutter. He got up and tried to disappear as quietly as possible down the hall. He stopped by his room and luckily found three condoms that Chance hadn’t managed to use in his nightstand. He grabbed one and went to wait for Kylie at the back door. He thanked Cutter and told him he’d let him know when to come back to get her.

Taking her hand, he started to lead her to her office where he planned to fuck her on the couch. “If you hear anything that’s being discussed, forget it and don’t repeat it. Okay?” The men’s voices were loud and there was no way she wouldn’t pick up on something they were saying.

“Okay,” she whispered.

By the time he got her to her office and closed and locked the door behind them, his cock was hard as stone and throbbing. He spun to find Kylie already kicking off her shoes and shoving her pants down her legs. When she rose, she quickly stripped her shirt and bra off. Her face was flushed and if he was reading her correctly, she was as turned on right now as he was.

He shucked his clothes off in record time. As soon as he was naked, Kylie all but climbed up the front of him. She wrappedher arms around his neck and hiked one of her legs over his hip. He cupped her ass and slammed his mouth down on hers, taking everything she was giving. “I’m sorry this is going to be rushed. Don’t let me hurt you.”

He picked her up and carried her to the couch where he laid her down. Spread out before him, one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, there wasn’t anything she was hiding from him. He could clearly see she was already wet for him.

“Hurry, Darren.”

He dropped to his knees between her spread legs and paused. “Fuck. Hang on. Forgot the condom.” He easily snagged his pants off the floor and grabbed one. With swift moves, he had the condom on and was lining his cock up at her entrance. He rubbed his latex-covered cock through her wetness, then slid inside. Goddamn. Nothing felt like this. Nothing felt like Kylie.

“I can’t believe you’re already so worked up.” His voice was hoarse as he thrust his hips in a quick pace. He was teetering on the edge already and prayed she was close, too.

“I think it has to do with the fact that it feels like we’re sneaking around and we’re naked in my office. Maybe it’s knowing there’s lots of people out there and they could hear us or catch us doing it?”

“Ahhh. Our little Kylie is a closet exhibitionist. I’ll have to remember that. And don’t worry about the door. I locked it. As for people hearing us? Not today. Those fuckers out there don’t need to hear your sweet noises.”

“Harder, baby.” Kylie panted and reached out to smooth her hands over his hard chest and abs. The expression on her face was a mix of rapture, lust and love. It was a very good look on her.

Darren’s thrusts grew more forceful. “Yes. God, yes!” she whisper-shouted with enthusiasm.

“Shhh,” he laughed. “You have to be quiet.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“If you stay quiet this time, you can be as loud as you want next time we do it in here. Deal?”

“Yes. Deal,” she panted.

He lifted her legs to hold against his shoulders, one on each side so he could still reach her clit. He applied pressure and worked it back and forth, then in circles. Fuck. The way her tits were bouncing was driving him crazy. “Play with your tits, baby.”

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