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“Say it again,” I demanded as I fucked her perfect pussy faster and faster.
“Roughstock,” she moaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulders, giving me the little bit of pain I needed.
“That’s it, darlin’. I’m gonna come,” I warned, and she dropped one hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit. “That’s it. Make yourself come.”
“Oh yes. Fuck.”
The pressure built in my spine until I exploded into her, filling her with every spurt of my seed. Her pulsating pussy made my orgasm stronger as our combined moans of pleasure filled the room. When I felt my dick slipping out of her, I pulled back and reached to grab a towel from the nearby rack.
Wiping between her legs, I cleaned her as best as I could before tossing the towel in the hamper. Cheyenne got down and settled her back to my front as we soaked in the warm tub, allowing the stress and worry to melt away. At least for a few minutes.
“I’m sorry you’re being put in this position,” she said after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
Kissing her head, I replied, “I know you are, wildcat.”
“What are you going to do if the brothers decide to throw down their patches?”
“I’ve gotta find a club that we can patch over to, so we’re not sitting ducks for a territorial dispute with the Bastards or any other club that thinks we’re weak and vulnerable,” I explained and started running through clubs we were on good terms with. “Because Rapid City belongs to us.”
“What about Adam’s club?” Cheyenne asked as she sat up and turned to face me.
“The Death Hounds?” She nodded, so I continued. “Adam’s got a good club, but I don’t want to be part of the DHMC. After losing his brother when Adam was little, Pops always said you may be able to get rid of the trouble but troublenever goes far. I don’t want to jump from the frying pan into the fire.”
“What about his ol’ lady Rose’s family club? I remember they were good people and got along with everyone when they were here for the rally last year.”
Leaning forward, I pecked her on the lips and stood from the tub, allowing the warm water to run down my naked body. “That’s a good idea,” I remarked and stepped out of the tub. “Are you staying, or do you want your robe?”
“I’ll stay for a little bit but want to cook you something before you go over to the clubhouse. I know the alcohol is going to be flowing and I want you to have something on your stomach,” Cheyenne explained, and I leaned over and kissed her lips again.
“I love you, darlin’.”
“I love you, Trent.”
She smiled at me as I turned, leaving her alone in the hot tub. I heard her sigh as I walked out, and I knew she was worried. Cheyenne was born into the Royal Bastards, just like I was, and leaving the protection of all the chapters to go into the unknown was terrifying, but deep in my heart, I felt like it was the right move.
If National wouldn’t do right by my Pops, then I would.
And fuck anyone who tried to stop me.
Chapter 21
Roughstock
Icalled Adam, and after telling him what was going on, which was forbidden since it was club business, he got the information I needed. I explained to him why I wouldn’t want to reach out to Gunner or the Death Hounds, and he said he understood.
“I know Nitro was anti-Death Hounds, but we’ve changed,” Adam said, then added, “But I respect your feelings and think you’ll get along great with Dawg, and Lori, his ol’ lady, is tough like Cheyenne. I believe it’ll be a good fit. Dawg’s expecting your call. No strings, no pressure, just a conversation.”
“I appreciate everything, Adam. Give my best to Rose, Iris, and Violet.”
“Stay strong, Trent,” my cousin replied before disconnecting the call.
I walked onto the front porch, and for the next hour and a half, I spoke with Dawg in Birmingham. He was the President of the Sinners Revenge MC, and by the end of the conversation, I had his blessing to bring up a patch-over to the brothers if the vote went the way I was expecting. That meant, by next week, we could be the Sinners Revenge MC, Rapid City Chapter.
It was a hard thing to think about, and when Cheyenne told me dinner was ready, I walked inside the house I’d grown up in and exhaled deeply. I’d been a Royal Bastard since birth, and it pained me to know the people who I thought had myback were more worried about protecting a murderous mother fucker over avenging a good president.
The clock said five-twenty-seven when Cheyenne and I finished eating dinner. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked as she took our dishes to the sink.
We shared the household responsibilities, but she was taking good care of me tonight, and I was grateful for her loving attention. I sighed deeply and answered honestly. “I don’t know. We could lose half the club, or they could demand I leave. Whatever’s decided, I’ll abide by it.”
