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Her eyes grew wide and she stumbled back slightly as she placed her hand onto the counter. Pinching her lips together, I could tell she wanted to say something but refrained because Jagger was here.
He looked at me then at her and said, “Please speak freely. This affects you as much as it does us, since you’re the President’s ol’ lady and your dad was a patched brother.”
“What the fuck is he thinking?” she asked incredulously while she shook her head. “Nitro was the president of a chapter and one of the most loyal brothers the Bastards could ever hope to have, so why are they protecting the man who killed him?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, but the more important thing we need to address is the betrayal. How can we ride under a patch that doesn’t make all members live under the same code?” I asked.
Jagger stood and said, “I’m going home to get cleaned up, but I’ll see you at the clubhouse.”
“Eight. Don’t be late,” I returned, and he gave me a chin lift. Cheyenne a forced smile before he grabbed his leather bag and walked out the side door.
Cheyenne walked up to me and carefully wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled her body against mine. I knew she was as worried about the decision we were going to have to make, and the thought of losing the patch I’d worked my entire life to get was killing a piece of my heart. But I would not be associated with anyone who protects my father’s murderer or condones the taking and selling of women.
Fuck that, and fuck anyone who thought it was okay. Picking on the helpless, the isolated, the already marginalized, was a pussy move, and if I got a hold on Blur, I would choke him to death with my bare hands to make sure he’s finally put down for good.
“Are you okay?” Cheyenne asked with her cheek resting on my chest.
I kissed the top of her head. “Pops worked his ass off to build the Bastards in Rapid to be not only a formidable club but a place bikers trusted to visit, a lucrative business empire, and a group the community didn’t turn their backs on. And now, I may have to flush it all away just to protect Pops’s legacy.”
“How do you think the brothers are going to vote?” she asked.
“Jagger and Phantom both said they ride with me, but there’s no telling with some of them. They patched in from other chapters, so they may not take too kindly to me eradicating the club.”
“Then they can ride on,” Cheyenne replied.
Pushing back slightly, I peered down at her, and from the look in her eyes, she was on the same page as me. Linking her hand with mine, I pulled her through the kitchen to the hot tub room and closed the door behind us. Cheyenne released my hand and turned to face me as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head.
Next came her bra as I stood with my legs wide and my arms crossed over my chest, enjoying the show my ol’ lady was giving me. She knew my stress was elevated and that I needed something to calm me down and clear my head. Since she was taken, I’d held her in my arms every night but hadn’t touched her in weeks. That ended right now.
As she pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, I slipped my cut off and hung it on the hook on the door before turning back to her. Her golden skin came into view as she pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles, making my dick grow hard, and when she kicked them off her feet and to the side, I felt my cock lurch in my pants.
Cheyenne walked up to me and, without a word between us, carefully undressed me, lifting my shirt up until I could pull it off, holding my boots so I could slip my feet out, and unbuckling my belt and jeans, freeing my thick cock. Her hooded eyes looked up at me as she slowly lowered herself to the floor in front of me.
When she gripped my cock, guiding it to her pouty lips, I said a silent thank you to the universe for putting this woman in my path and a plea to keep me from fucking up the best thing I’d ever experience. As her wet lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over me.
Up and down, she bobbed her head, taking me farther each time but never able to swallow my length and girth. When I felt like I was going to bust in her mouth, I slid my hand into her hair and guided her off my dick. She released me with a deep pop, and I groaned.
“Get in the tub and sit on the edge,” I instructed.
Without a word, she complied, taking a seat in the corner where I knew she wouldn’t fall and placing one foot along each side of the hot tub, giving me a perfect view of her amazing pussy. Her lips were puffy and her slit was dripping wet as I climbed into the tub and took a seat in front of her.
“You’re too good for me,” I said, and she shook her head, giving me her kind eyes as her hand stroked my cheek.
“We’re perfect together,” she replied, and I agreed completely.
Leaning forward, I licked up the center of her pussy, tasting her musky flavor and swallowing it like it was the elixir of life. Her moans drove me crazy, and her hand slipped into my hair,grasping it firmly as I sucked, licked, and nipped at her engorged clit. It didn’t take long until her moans turned to panted pleas for more as an orgasm washed over her.
I loved seeing the look on her face when she came, and as I watched from between her spread legs, I knew, no matter what, that whatever decision I made had to include her, even if she wasn’t supposed to factor into club business. No way was I going to let the man who killed my father and kidnapped my wife live one second longer than he needed to.
Wanting to banish the negativity from my mind, I kneeled up on the seat, and Cheyenne wrapped her legs around my waist as I stroked my cock twice and then guided it into her perfect, wet center. We both groaned out how good it felt as I settled balls deep inside my wife.
I rested my head against hers and whispered, “I can’t be gentle, baby.”
“Fuck me, Roughstock,” she said, and I retracted my hips and slammed forward, impaling her deep onto my shaft.
“Fuck,” she uttered as I repeated the motion, having to hold on to her hips to stop her from sliding against the wall.
She rarely called me by my club name, but at that moment, it was exactly what I needed. I needed her to push me into the place where I wasn’t her husband but the leader of an outlaw motorcycle club, hell bent on revenge.
