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  The anticipation made my stomach turn. Thank goodness I wouldn’t have to wait long to satisfy it.

  Chapter 9

  ROSE

  The Bone Pit was home to the Winter Cobras, so it wasn’t surprising each member had a place all to themselves in the back of the clubhouse. Ashton wasn’t shy about taking my hand and leading me to the back. We walked down a hallway and I swore I could hear someone behind one of the closed doors. I grinned at the thought of seeing Micah and Audrey disappear back here, the anticipation continuing to rise up my stomach and into my chest.

  Ashton led me into his room. The place wasn’t much. The bed was messy and there were clothes scattered on the floor. I didn’t care about the scenery or the music thumping through the walls though. Being with Ashton was enough to make me feel comfortable.

  He took a seat on the edge of the bed while I looked around. “So… This is your place, huh?”

  “Every patch has a place of their own. Just somewhere to relax. Nothing fancy.”

  “Doesn’t need to be fancy. It kinda reminds me of the dorms back when I was in school, if the dorms were a lot more spacious and I didn’t have to deal with annoying roommates.”

  “Annoying… I’d hate to be that.”

  “Trust me, you’re anything but that.”

  I looked toward him. The way he stared at me was enough to remind me of how bad I wanted him right now. My thoughts were empty. I swallowed to wet my suddenly dry throat.

  “Hold on.” He put his hand up.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Show me something.”

  “Show you… something?”

  “Yeah… I’m looking at you right now. Lemme see you dance for me.”

  “Pfft! I’m not a dancer.”

  “What are you talking about?” he scoffed. “Just the other night, you were the one who insisted on dragging me out on the dance floor.”

  “That’s different. You want me to dance for you. I don’t think it’s as sexy as you imagine it’ll be.”

  “Fine. You don’t have to dance. But at least let me get a good look at you while you take that off.”

  His focused stare was enough to make my cheeks flush. My pale skin wasn’t doing me any favors. An unfortunate circumstance I had to deal with from being a redhead.

  “All right…” I reached my hands down and grabbed the bottom of my blouse. My eyes locked on his, I slowly pulled it up over my head and dropped it to the ground. I stood before him in a black bra and my jeans. I had a modest pair. Nothing that drew too much attention but enough for him to grab a handful. “Now what?”

  “How about your jeans?”

  “Jeans it is…” He kept those deep blue eyes of his locked on me while I grabbed the button on top of my jeans. One button. Then the next. Then the next. I kept going until revealing the pink panties underneath. The entire time, he didn’t blink. His throat shifted with a hard swallow as I bent over and pushed my jeans to my ankles. I kicked them away.

  “What do you think—”

  “Your bra.” He cut me off before I even had a chance to finish. His voice sounded a little more commanding than usual, which made me even more eager to do it for him. My hands trailed around my back, undoing the hooks. My arms lowered, my bra fell to the floor and my breasts fell free.

  “The panties.” They were the only thing left but oh did I love hearing him tell me what to do. I bit the corner of my bottom lip, sticking my thumbs into my waist band. But just as I was about to lower it down, he stopped me. “Turn around.”

  I had to do everything I could to stop my giddiness. “All right…” I slowly turned around and bent over. My head turned, I watched that lustful stare of his as I slowly rolled my panties down my thighs, revealing the wetness I’d been holding back for so long. “Like this—Ahh!”

  I gasped when he suddenly moved behind me. His tongue pressed against my folds and sent a shudder through my spine. My knees buckled so damn hard I nearly fell over. I quickly moved to the bed to brace myself, pressing my hands down on the mattress to stop from falling over.

  Ashton worked his mouth over me, licking all of the fluids that were dripping out of me. His tongue slid toward my clit. Tiny little jolts of orgasmic electricity surged through my body. I shook so much I thought I would pass out.

  There was nothing quite like having a man go down on you when you were bent over. But a man like Ashton did it like he was trying to devour me. The scruff of his beard rubbing against my wet entrance just made me want him even more.

  “Ashton…” I sighed helplessly as I crawled onto the bed. He followed after me, his tongue still on me like he didn’t wanna pull away. The sound of him noisily licking up and down joined the sound of him taking his clothes off. I would’ve turned around and enjoyed the sight of him undressing but it felt so good, I couldn’t open my eyes.

  He stayed behind me, sucking and licking me until I was on the verge of exploding. A hand instinctively moved between my legs. Just when I found my clit, he forcefully grabbed my wrist and moved it away.

  “No, no, no… I’m in charge tonight…”

  I smirked in slight frustration. “Whatever you want…”

  He pulled his mouth away and moved behind me. I sat up straight on my knees for a moment to kiss him, getting a taste of myself. I gasped into his mouth as he cupped my breasts in his strong hands. He sat on his knees behind me, his hard length pressing against the small of my back. I could feel his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. His hardness just made me drip even more. I was leaking so bad down my thighs. I was shaking in his embrace.

  “Give it to me…” I sighed into his mouth. “Don’t make me beg…”

  My eyes closed, I enjoyed his breath against my lips. His cock positioned itself between my legs. I spread myself enough just for his tip to find my entrance. His hips tight on my waist, he plunged himself into me with a hard, forceful thrust.

  “Ahh!” I cried out and bent over on the mattress. A surge of pleasure shot through my body. From my toes all the way to the top of my head, every inch of me tightened up.

  Ashton dug his hands into my waist, thumping his hilt hard against my ass. The rhythmic slapping of his body against my ass cheeks matched the rhythm of the mattress squeaking beneath us. I groaned. He grunted. In the distance, I could barely make out the music from inside the bar.

  This wasn’t the first time I’d been with Ashton but damn if it didn’t feel like it. Ashton had a way of giving it to me that wasn’t like any other man I’d been with. He didn’t just give it to me. No… No, he fucked me. And I had no shame in letting him know just how much I appreciated it.

  “Fuck me… Fuck… me…”

  He started thrusting even harder. I was at his mercy but he was still mine to command. His hard body slammed against my ass even harder. His cock was so big and thick it stretched my insides, rubbing against me to the point my toes began to curl.

  Ashton was big enough to take complete control of me. His hands moved. One cupped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh firm in his grip but not so tight it was painful. His other hand found its way on the back of my head. He knew just how to tug on my hair, gripping the hair right on the scalp so he had complete control of my head. He tugged slightly and I turned my face up toward the ceiling.

  I imagined what I looked like. Bent over on his bed, head pulled back, breast in his hand, all while I was forced to move to his rhythm.

  “Fuck me…” I was the envy of every woman out there. Women didn’t have the pleasure of getting fucked by a Cobra. Ashton fucked me like he wanted it just as bad as I did.

  The sound of his hilt against my ass grew louder. Sweaty flesh slapping together was drowned out by my pathetic whimpers.

  “Ashton…” I couldn’t fight it. My breath grew short. My body tightened up. I was so close to the verge, I had no choice.

  I reached my hand down between my legs and found my clit. I was so damn sensitive it didn’t take me more than a few rubs to find my end.
I didn’t want to get there by myself though.

  “I’m gonna come… Ashton… Come with me… Come…”

  “Rose…”

  Neither one of us could finish. Mouth open, everything I wanted to moan and scream and yell stuck in my throat as I came. And I came hard. So hard I thought the bed would break beneath us.

  My orgasm slammed into me like a truck, making my body buck violently. My muscles tightened up. My legs squeezed together. My pussy wrapped around his cock. I seized helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me.

  Ashton kept his grip tight on me as he came just the same as me. His cock throbbed against my insides, filling me with his seed and sending even more shudders through my spine. He squeezed both hands on me so hard, I knew he wasn’t faking it.

  The aftershocks of my orgasm made my body quake softly. My lungs started working again as I gasped.

  His hand released its grip from my breast. His fingers untangled from my hair.

  I collapsed on the mattress in a heap. Sweaty. Mouth agape. Face flush. Ass in the air with his fluids leaking out of me. I was a mess. All I could do was grin from how good I felt.

  One last hard smack against my ass made me giggle and squeal. A reminder he was still here with me.

  “The night’s still young,” he said. “You free for the rest of the night?”

  “Yeah,” I scoffed. “I’m up for doing something more. If I can find the strength.”

  “You’ll find it eventually.”

  Ashton was a club member. I felt like I was getting to know him better. But there was still so much more I had to figure out about him. I was looking forward to learning everything I could.

  Chapter 10

  ASHTON

  Late nights were the perfect time to work in the garage. You didn’t have to worry about the heat from the sun. You didn’t have to worry about the traffic distracting you. Nothing but the hum of an engine and iron clanking to keep you company. I never got this kinda peace from anything else.

  While Grant emptied out the SUV, I stayed underneath the hood of the car, giving the engine a good look.

  “What do you see?” he asked.

  “Nothing fancy. Everything looks stock. It’s clean though. Like he just drove this thing off the lot.”

  “Not many miles on it. Picardo knew what he was getting when he got this ride. It’s only got one job.”

  “You think he made the right decision leaving it in the hands of a couple of jokers like us?”

  Grant chuckled while he kept rearranging the upholstery. “The man was looking for two good mechanics. He got the best men in Ivory he could find.”

  “Yeah, he did…”

  I whistled as I got to work. I had all the equipment I needed to make sure the thing was running properly. Now it was just a matter of improving its performance. MCs. Cops. Feds. Random gangsters who wanted a piece of him. Drugrunners. No doubt Picardo had to worry about everybody chasing after him.

  “You tell McFadden she’s not gonna see her ride for a long time?” he asked.

  “She’ll understand. She told me over and over. An old woman like her doesn’t really need her car. It’s not like she’s moving weight.”

  “I don’t know… Mrs. McFadden could be up to something. It’s always the ones you least expect.”

  “I’ll believe it when she shows up with 20 large because her car needs a special tuneup.”

  I spent every day in the garage and it wasn’t often I spent nights there, too. Special projects like the one Picardo hired us for were the kinda times when Grant and I would stay late. It wasn’t much of a hassle for either one of us. Even without Picardo’s ride to work on, both of us would find an excuse to stick around if we had one.

  But I had to admit I was a little distracted. A few texts and a phone call from Rose just reminded me of what I was missing out on.

  “How’s Rose taking it?” Grant asked suddenly.

  “How’s Rose taking what?”

  “You sticking around late at night. Working on a fucking car when you’ve been doing it all day.”

  “Jesus, Smoke… You make it sound like we can’t live without each other.”

  “Ain’t that the case?”

  I had my eyes focused underneath the hood because I could still picture that smarmy little smile on his lips. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Rose is a grown woman. I’m a grown man. We can go a few nights without seeing each other. Besides, it’s not like she’s my girlfriend or anything.”

  “Right… So you’d be fine if Rose went out with her girlfriends tonight.”

  “Rose doesn’t have any girlfriends.”

  “Even worse. A girl all alone out there. Having a drink by herself. If that ain’t an invitation for someone to talk to her, I don’t know what it is.”

  “Rose can do what she wants.”

  “And it wouldn’t bother you if she went home with another man… Bent over for him… Screamed out while he gave it to her nice and deep…”

  I straightened up and saw Grant standing right next to me. Sure enough, that stupid little smirk was on his face. I didn’t take it personally. The bastard was just trying to get a rise out of me. I smiled back at him and we shared a laugh.

  “Maybe she’s not your old lady but she’s special.”

  “Yeah… She’ll be fine without me though. Besides, it’s not like we’ll be working the whole night. Maybe late tonight she’ll still be up for something.”

  “I don’t know why you’re even trying to bother with this monogamy thing. The best thing a woman can do is get your rocks off. Once you do, you move on until you’ve got the need again.”

  “Teddy used to say the same thing. Funny how things worked out with him…” I stuck my head back underneath the hood of the car while Grant got back inside of it.

  The night was only just getting started and we had plenty of work ahead of us. Even though thoughts of Rose and the time I spent with her last night lingered in my head, I kept my focus.

  “Looks like Picardo knew what he was doing,” Grant said. “He’s already got a few extra compartments in here. If he’s using this thing to move weight, it looks like he’s already halfway there.”

  “I don’t know Picardo very well but if the man is in charge, he’s gotta have some idea what he’s doing.”

  “What do you think of him? Seems kinda young to be running the cartel…”

  “The Picardo Cartel has always had clout in Ivory. Even since way back then. He seems like he’s got just the right amount of enthusiasm to be running another game here. Frankly, it don’t fucking matter. Cobras are staying out of that shit.”

  “I’m surprised Jordan even gave the okay for this shit.” Grant stepped out of the car and moved right next to me. “Fucking around with the cartel…”

  I stood up straight again when he stopped. “What about it?” I looked into his eyes and noticed he was staring into the distance.

  His mouth half-open, Grant looked over my shoulder. “You hear that?”

  Before I had a chance to respond, I heard the screech of an engine screaming down the road. In the blink of an eye, a white van pulled up right next to the garage. The passenger doors and the back burst open. Four men, all dressed in black, masked up, spilled out. They had their weapons up before any of us could react.

  “Shit—”

  “Hands up! Now!” the lead man shouted at me.

  I turned to Grant and sighed. Neither one of us was in a position to do anything. We did as we were told as the lead man walked up to me, his gun pointed at my forehead.

  “Where are the keys?” he barked.

  “What—”

  “The keys! For this ride! Where are they?” He looked right at the SUV. It didn’t take me very long to figure out the asshole knew who this ride belonged to. And it wasn’t a secret what he planned on doing.

  I looked back to Grant but we still didn’t have the answers we needed.

  “I fucking asked you a questio
n!”

  He pressed his gun against my temple and pushed the side of my head. I looked into his eyes. I couldn’t see his face through the mask but there was something about the way he looked at me. He was young. He was nervous, too. I could tell even though he was shouting. But there was something else bothering me. The way he stared at me almost felt familiar.

  “Where are the fucking keys—”

  “They’re inside,” I said. “Fob is in the cupholder—”

  Grant suddenly rushed forward and slugged the guy in the mouth, sending him stumbling back into one of the workbenches. He couldn’t do much else as two other men converged on him, slamming him to the ground and pinning him on his stomach. They pressed their guns against his head while the lead man regained his footing.

  “I know who this car belongs to. So do you. You really feel like dying tonight over someone like him?” the man said.

  I clenched my jaw, staring hard at the man. Grant didn’t struggle as they kept him pinned down to the ground.

  The lead man nodded as he got inside of the SUV. “That’s what I thought.” The last man slammed the hood of the car down before getting back into the van. They kept their guns pointed at us while the van slowly rode away.

  “Let’s go! We gotta hit the road!” a voice from a van called out to the man who sat in driver’s seat of the SUV.

  I watched as the van burned rubber down the road. The lead man, his gun still pointed at me, stared at me as he pulled out of the garage. That same feeling I had when I first looked at him didn’t go away. Something about it bothered me more than the fact that he was stealing Picardo’s ride.

  He sped off down the road and disappeared into the darkness. I helped Grant back up to his feet and he dusted himself off.

  “Shit… You think we should go after him?” Grant said.

  I stared down the street, still trying to get over everything that just happened.

  “Those guys knew what they were doing. Picardo’s the last man anybody would try to cross.”

  “He won’t be too happy about somebody stealing his ride.”