Page 7 of Chief's Addiction

“Shit,” I hissed as the wet heat of Pinky’s mouth slid up and down my cock.

I leaned back farther in my chair and tangled my fingers in her pale pink hair. It wasn’t my favorite color, but the Hoover seal she had around my dick was making up for it.

“That’s it,” I groaned, eyes locked on the painted red lips wrapped around me.

She hummed around my length, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.

There was one thing to be said about the new Cherries. They were fucking eager to please. And pretty Pinky was no exception. She’d shown up a few weeks ago with bedroom eyes and a body made for sin.

“Fuck.” I groaned again, tightening my fingers in her hair as I lifted my hips and shot my load down her throat.

Pinky’s mascara smudged eyes lifted to mine and she winked before swallowing every last drop without complaint.

Another point in her favor.

Something I was just about to tell her when three sharp knocks rattled from the other side of my door.

“Goddammit.” Releasing the hold I had on Pinky’s hair, I quickly tucked my dick back into my jeans. “Come in!” I called out, zipping up while Pinky wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I ran a hand through my hair and nodded toward the door. It was time for her to go.

She pouted but got to her feet, adjusting the tiny denim skirt that barely covered her ass. “Maybe later?”

“Get lost, babe,” I said, softening the dismissal with a pat on her ass.

“Come in!” I called again to whoever was on the other side of the door.

The knob twisted and around the door came Morpheus’s head.

“Oh good. You’re not busy,” he said pushing the door the rest of the way open.

His eyes flicked back and forth between me and Pinky as she sashayed past him.

“Having a good afternoon?” he asked, lips twitching as he stepped into my office and closed the door behind him.

“It’s getting there,” I smirked, reaching for the pack of smokes on my desk. “What’s up?”

My VP settled into the chair across from me as I lit up.

“Everything’s set for tonight.”

I exhaled a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. That was good news.

“And Zero confirmed the Talons are having some kind of party, so most of their members will be there,” he continued.

I nodded slowly, taking another long drag from my cigarette. “Good. I don’t want anyone left standing.”

A few months back the Talons had made a move against us. Dread and two prospects had been shot. With patching over the Bastard Saints in St. Louis and finalizing the transport deal with the Kings of Anarchy, it hadn’t been the right time to strike back. We were spread too damn thin.

But now all that shit was handled and it was time to get rid of the fucking Talons.

“Rage is foaming at the mouth for this,” Morpheus said with a wry smile.

I snorted. Rage was a different man now that he was married. Some might think he’d gone soft, but they’d be sadly mistaken. If anything, he was more volatile, more protective of the club and those he cared about.

Especially his wife.

“Well the wait is just about over,” I said, exhaling another cloud of smoke. “Tonight, we finish it.”