“Yes,” Mary gasps, yanking the plate away.

  “Can I have a word with you?” Beast asks.

  “Sure.” We step into the living room and take a seat.

  “I had a talk with Mary today, and she said that Melanie is still going to UNT and that you both aren’t planning on any kids any time soon.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “So you rushed to get her out of the house because?” Was he really under the impression that I wanted to just knock up Melanie and keep her at home? Yes. I want her to have my babies, but all the Steele Rider wives had careers at one point.

  “I’ve spent my days without her. I love her, and that means giving her what she wants too. If she told me tomorrow that she doesn’t want to go and she wants to have babies already, that’s what she’d get, but I know she has dreams. We’re young. Unlike your generation, Melanie and I were blessed to meet as kids. I didn’t need to date to know she was the one. She and I didn’t hang out as teens because even then, being around her was painful.”

  “I’m glad she’s not giving up her dreams. I was just worried that these feelings will change in the future.” He sighs before taking a long pull from his beer bottle.

  I scoff. “I was off at college well before I declared any feelings for her. Never once did any girl draw my notice. Not all the girls in bikinis on the hot days. Trust me when I say my friends were constantly pointing them out and chasing down women. I walked away. My heart and mind always went back to Melanie. I can’t explain it because it’s not like she’s the same girl she was even four years ago. Well, her smile is the same, her laugh is the same, and my need to protect her is the same.”

  “Good. You remind me of your father, but—”

  “Younger and impulsive?”

  “I wouldn’t say that, but your father was intense and disciplined.”

  “Well, thanks, but I’ve learned from all of you, and I promise that I’ll give your daughter all the love and tenderness that I’ve witnessed growing up.”

  “Hence the reason why I believed I’d be a grandfather in months instead of years,” he chuckles. I’m glad I wasn’t drinking because I would have spit it across their living room. He’s referring to the fact that they all can’t keep their hands off their wives, and he’s right.

  Chapter Twelve

  Melanie

  “Oh my God, don’t stop,” I cry out. He fists my hair, gripping it with such strength that it’s almost too painful, and yet I can’t get enough. Every thrust of his hips pushes his thick, enormous length deep into me, and I gasp as it hits my insides, brutalizing them like I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. We fuck like wild animals, getting more and more aggressive as we gain experience and learn each other’s bodies.

  “I’m not going to stop. You’re going to come and love it.”

  “Yes, please fuck me.” I get it hard and fast, taking the pounding, and then my orgasm rips right through me, exploding like a tidal wave. It’s so intense and long that it continues all the way through his release. My pussy spasms as he shoots his load inside me. I’m still shaking as he leans over me with his mouth on my shoulder.

  “I love you so damn much.”

  I chuckle with my body still twitching. “I love you too, rough rider.”

  “Baby, next time you’re the one going for a ride,” he growls against my ear, biting it. “I’m going to have you riding my cock, soaking it while your tits bounce in my face.”

  “Maybe later tonight.”

  “You’re right. I’m already late for work.” He swats my ass and pulls out. “Damn, that is sexy.”

  “What is?”

  “The sight of my cum just dripping down your pussy and making a pretty little mess.” He grabs his cock, trying to stave off a growing erection.

  “Get ready, horny slacker. Not all of us can just take time off. I have homework to do and an appointment at the salon.”

  “You don’t need to get anything done. You’re gorgeous as you are.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not dyeing my hair.”

  “As much as I love your color, Raven, if you did dye it, I wouldn’t be upset. I support you in almost anything except another person in our relationship.”

  “That we can totally agree on. Mr. Steele, you are mine and only mine,” I hiss, standing up and reaching up on my tiptoes to kiss his chin. “I’m going to miss you.”

  “We have time to shower together.”

  “No, we don’t.”

  “We do if I say we do.”

  “Your father is going to really hate me.”

  “My father loves you. Now move your ass before I say that you debated getting in the shower with me and that was the holdup.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “I most certainly would, and he’d be on my side.” He winks and then quickly flips me onto his shoulder, hustling us into our master bathroom. With a giggle and then a spank to my bottom, I allow my soon-to-be husband to wash and lather me before going to work.

  ****

  I stop into the salon, wanting to get my hair prepped for the wedding with a nice treatment and to cut the ends, and unfortunately that bitch is there. I stroll in with my future mother-in-law, holding my head up high. There’s no way I’ll be intimidated by this woman who tried to steal my man and failed miserably. Taking a seat in the chair, Maria smiles. “How does the bride-to-be feel?”

  “Wonderful, but we still have a month to go. I just need a quick healing mask. Between the heat and the pool, my hair is getting a little damaged.”

  “She’s still gorgeous.” I love my mother-in-law.

  “Are you getting anything done today?”

  “No, I’m just here to spoil my favorite daughter-in-law.”

  “I’m your only one.” A scoff comes from the side, and we all turn our heads. Chrissy clears her throat and continues to sweep the floor.

  “Since you’re not doing anything, can you mix a protein mask for me?” My face freezes in terror at the thought of her mixing anything for me. Mrs. Steele just taps my shoulder.

  “Whatever. I’ll be back in a minute.” She leaves us, and then I see them point to the cameras above. They can see if she does anything, but they won’t be able to tell until it’s too freaking late.

  “What if…?”

  “Don’t worry.” Maria pats my hand before brushing my hair.

  Mrs. Steele continues to talk about my wedding and the plans we have to make. Two minutes later, Chrissy comes from the back room with the mixture in a bowl and a brush. She hands it over to Maria, and the front door slams open. The deputy comes in with Boomer and my father.

  “Ms. Heath, you’re fired, and you’ve just lost your license.”

  “What?”

  “We have you on camera putting lightener in the bowl.”

  “What? You framed me.”

  “No, you were supposed to do your job, and you tried violate a client. You have a choice—to be arrested, or just leave.”

  “Fine, but I’m taking my things.” She huffs toward her station while the deputy stays with her, keeping a close eye on her in case she does something crazy. Luckily the bitch only gives us some scathing looks before taking her leave. I don’t know what happened after she left, but honestly, I’ve lost all enthusiasm about getting my hair done.

  “What’s wrong, sweetie?” my father asks.

  “I just want to go home.” I stand up and grab my purse.

  “I’ll take you.” I see the remorse and pity in their eyes, but frankly, I just need to chill and not stress. It’s not their fault because it’s good to get rid of that crazy witch before she starts something when no one is around.

  When I get home, Will pulls up and is out of his truck. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “My father called.”

  “And you came home from work?”

  “Raven, I’ll always be there when you need me. I’ve got it from here,” he tells my father, taking my hand and walking me into our house.

  I wave goodbye to my father and he drives off, looking a little annoyed. “He thinks you’ve taken his place.”

  “In a way, I have. I’m now your main protector. They should have told you about what they had planned instead of ambushing you like that.”

  “You knew?”

  “No, of course I didn’t. I wanted to have the bitch fired for just offering herself to me, but it wasn’t my call.”

  “Will, will you take me riding?”

  “You want to go riding?” His eyes light up. I nod, and he jumps up from our sofa, taking my hand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s not waste this wonderful day together. I haven’t had you on the back of my bike since you were sixteen.”

  “Yes, and we were at the lake with the guys.”

  “I was so pissed and horny, as I’m sure most of the guys were.”

  “They weren’t.” He scoffs and tilts his head in disbelief. “Is that why you gave me a ride home?”

  “Yes. You were in a tiny bikini, flaunting that flat stomach, perky, luscious breasts, and round ass that belonged to me while smiling and giggling at them. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and have to kill half my cousins and friends. The damn traitors.”

  “Who told you I was there?”

  “Connor.”

  “He’s the one who invited me.”

  “He’s a bastard. I’m really going to punch that bastard or hug him. He knew what the fuck he was doing when he did it. He wanted me to get you alone and on my bike. I’d been dreaming about it, craving it, and I told the fucker. My dick is so damn hard right now.” I pause and rub my chin, thinking about skipping the ride and taking her sexy ass upstairs. Then again, another idea pops in my head.

  “Do you still have that bikini?”

  “Yes,” I answered, smiling at him.

  “Well, what are you waiting for, sexy?” He spins me around toward our staircase and swats my ass.

  “So bossy. That might leave a mark.”

  “Good, then everyone who gets a glance at that fabulous ass before they die will know you’re mine,” he grunts before I run up the stairs, giggling all the way. I love the man with my entire being, and I can’t wait until the day we’re married. The day can’t come fast enough. Sometimes I wonder why I decided to let our mothers go along and plan out this elaborate affair. Then again, I remember that I already live with him and the only thing missing is the title of Mrs. William Steele.

  “Soon,” I whisper and shake my head while getting dressed. The countdown to the wedding feels endless.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Will

  Waking up next to the most beautiful woman in the world is perfection. Even my dreams are filled with Melanie and our future. “Why are you smiling?” she says, turning onto her stomach and resting her head on her elbows.

  I turn to my side. “I was just thinking about how perfect our life is.”

  “It is fantastic,” she sighs, running her dainty, talented hand across my chest. “What are your plans for today?”

  “Well, after I spend the morning worshiping between your thighs, I plan to go to work and then take you to dinner. Then, we will spend the rest of the evening at home doing whatever you please.”

  “I’m starting to believe you take pleasure in making me happy, Mr. Steele.”

  “I’m glad you’re finally seeing things my way, Miss Brandon.” My lips brush down on hers, and as always, just the simple act sends me into a frenzy. I pull her onto me, straddling my body with her legs on either side.

  “Wow, Mr. Steele, someone is happy to see me this morning,” she teases, grinding her wet slit over my engorged length. Fuck—if my dick was out of my boxers, I’d already be filling her up.

  “You know I’m always happy to see you, Raven.”

  “Show me.” Suddenly my phone rings, killing the mood. It sucks that I have to answer it, but as the future head of the company and the Steele Riders, it’s always important I do. She attempts to roll off me, but that shit won’t fly. I slide my boxers down and slip the tip into her wetness, letting her work herself onto my meat.

  As I answer, “Will here,” I mouth a simple, “Ride me,” and then pop her round ass.

  “We have a situation at the clubhouse. I need you here as soon as possible,” my father says.

  “Yes, I’ll be there in forty minutes.” I hold back a grunt when Melanie rolls her hips, squeezing my dick.

  “Where are you? Not on the site—it’s Saturday.”

  “You just woke me up.”

  “You are the future president. You need to be here faster than that, Son. I need you here in twenty, pussy or not. Sorry, Beast.” Shit, her father’s there. Oops. I don’t give a fuck, but I look at my woman who is taking my dick to the hilt. Melanie blushes and then starts working her pussy faster on my cock, bouncing up and down, biting on her bottom lip.

  “Okay. Fuck,” I groan, ending the call and tossing my phone across the room. “We can finish this later.”

  “Or we can finish this now,” she moans. She’s right. I sit up and cradle the back of her skull; her long dark hair slides through my fingers.

  “Okay, Princess. Let’s fuck,” I grunt, sitting up further and sending my dick deeper.

  “Fuck,” she cries out. “You’re so damn deep.”

  “That’s right. Take that dick, baby, and come quick or I’m going to because I have to go to work.” I fist her hair and make her bounce on me. Our mouths crash on each other, and our chests meet. Her pebbled nipples scrape against my skin, and I’m barely hanging on. “Fuck, be a good girl and come for me before I break.”

  “I am,” she cries out, gripping my hair and tugging on it. “Rett,” her voice echoes through our bedroom. “Shit, shit, oh. Rett.” She clings to my hair as her back arches and her tight pussy clenches around my thick cock. Her orgasm spurs my own; like a vampire needing to feed, I bite down on her neck, growling and emptying my load into her pussy. I know we’re protected, but every time I fill her up, I get the satisfaction that one day in the future she won’t be and I’m the only one with that privilege.

  ****

  “It’s about time you showed up,” my dad says.

  “Pops, it’s only been twenty-one minutes. What’s going on?”

  “Someone broke into the clubhouse last night.”

  “What the fuck? And you’re just finding this out now?”

  “Our surveillance system was tampered with.”

  “So it was an inside job.”

  “We had a severe storm yesterday, so someone saw it as a perfect opportunity to use the downed power grid, the backup generator, and the lack of guards that were moved to protect the houses first. Whoever it was knew the contingency plans.”

  “Well, I have an idea who.”

  “Who?” my father asked.

  “Who the fuck else? Damon. We kicked that fuck out instead of killing him like I wanted to. He was willing to double cross me for my woman, knowing damn well the consequences. Don’t you think it would be possible that he’d be the one to access the clubhouse?”

  “Where is he?”

  “I don’t know,” Ian says. He’s the tech that works with Cyber, who has been down with a serious stomach flu.

  “Isn’t it a coincidence that Cyber’s severely ill, and then this happens? I’m calling Miles.”

  “We call Miles and we’re going to have bloodshed before we know what’s going down,” Beast warns. “Won’t just be the Riders. He’ll have goons in here that rival the cartels.” That’s why I like Miles. He’s a bit crazy and that’s needed.

  “If someone poisoned his father and we don’t tell him, what do you think he’ll do?”

  “You’re right,” my dad says.

  “Poisoned who?” Miles says, walking in the clubhouse. “You all need better security at the gate.” He adjusts his bloody cuff.

  “Tell me he’s not dead.”

  “He’s not dead,” he answers with a deadpan expression.

  “Seriously, Miles.”

  “Come, now, Uncle Boomer. I swear I didn’t kill your pathetic foot soldier, but I did give him a warning that if he ever denies me entry again, I’ll kill his entire family. I just found out my father is in the hospital. My private doctor is seeing him. Now—since you fucks want to leave me out of the shit storm that’s apparently going down, I’m assuming you believe it’s not just some foodborne illness.”

  “We believe he might have been poisoned so someone could hack our surveillance.”

  “I will locate the fuckers, and then I will hunt them down.” On top of being an elite hacker, Miles is a mob boss. Natural-born psycho, it would seem. “Have you had this place swept for devices before you held a fucking meeting in here?”

  “No.”

  “You’re getting old.” Miles tips his head toward the door. Moments later, several men exit a cluster of black SUVs.

  “They’re going to sweep the place for all devices. Someone wanted in here for more than security.”

  “I can hack into the system from my home in Vegas,” he confesses. “What else is here? Codes to bank records? Buildings?” My father thinks about it all. There are lots of things in his office that are accessible, but he locks it up tight and without proper access, you can’t get in once it’s locked.

  All of the men run out. “Sir, we need to leave now. It’s rigged to explode.”

  “What?” We all shouted.

  “The bomb is in the kitchen. It’s rigged to the oven timer, and we only have a minute left.” We don’t even get to the main gate when there’s a large explosion inside. The building rattles, and a plume of smoke comes from under the doors.

  “It looks like it wasn’t completely totaled, but we’ll need to wait for a team to inspect it.”

  “Miles, they call me ‘Boomer’ for a reason. I’m a demolition expert, and so is my son. Someone did this intentionally, and they will pay for it.”

  Three hours later, we have the burning embers put out and finally deem the building safe to enter. Miles decided to leave almost immediately after we had things under control. He didn’t want to leave his parents alone for even a moment. Most of the damage is to the kitchen and main hangout area, although they did manage to send a message to my father’s office, creating a giant hole in the side of one wall. Thankfully, nothing but a sofa is there.

 

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