She takes the last sip of her drink and then pops a piece of ice in her mouth, crunching down on it hard as she smirks at me. My eyes follow down to her cut, and I have to admit it looks sexy as fuck on her. I didn’t want her wearing it because of the target it now puts on her back, but my dick twitches again as I think about her wearing it while I fuck her. Nothing on underneath it, just the cut and her tits bouncing while she rides my cock.
“That’s a great idea, baby. Get your mouth nice and cold so you can suck me better.”
The smile on her face dies as she crunches the last of the ice, and I hate myself a little for extinguishing it. Fuck, I’m an asshole, and I can’t seem to help it when it comes to her. It would be heaven having her mouth anywhere on me, but especially my dick. I’d hold her auburn hair out of the way and tell her how good she is at it. No doubt with thick lips like hers, she’d feel so good around my shaft. I don’t think Violet has ever done anything she hasn’t excelled at. If I’ve learned anything about her, that’s it.
“That cock of yours hasn’t seen so much as the light of day in years, Scribe. You use those hands for something else besides video games?” Pres asks, breaking my thoughts about Violet going down on me.
I open my mouth to respond, and he cuts me off.
“Enough of this bullshit. Violent is a prospect. She’s going on a run with you. You’ll leave tonight. Pack your shit up. She’s got the details.”
“What?” I say sharply, sitting up.
Violet stands, takes the thick envelope on the desk, and walks to the door. “I’ll meet you outside,” is all she says before exiting. Cas winks at me and follows her out.
“Pres, I’m not some prospect. I’m a fucking patchmember. I’m the goddamn intel for this club, and you’re going to give her the orders and not tell me what the hell is going on?”
He rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair. Savage comes into the room and sits down beside me on the couch. Ham, Pres’ bulldog, follows him and sits on my other side.
“I was going to tell you before you went and got yourself kicked in the nuts.” I start to protest, but he raises his hand to stop me. “I need a shooter in the sky, and I need your skills on the computer. She’s got all the information you two need. And I know you didn’t want her in the club, but she is. So fucking deal with it. And I don’t want to hear about it from her when she gets back. Get your shit together with Violet, Scribe. She can hold her own against any of these guys, and she’ll be an asset to the club. Cas vouches for her, so she’s in. End of fucking story.”
I sit back on the couch and look over at Savage. He just looks at Pres and nods once, confirming what he just said.
At the end of the day, I’m going to do whatever the fuck Pres tells me to do. He was my commanding officer in the Marines, and he’s my club President now. I know he wouldn’t send me on a mission if I didn’t have to be there. So instead of fighting, I let out a breath and nod in agreement.
“Yes, sir,” I say and exit his office.
I get the stirring in my stomach as I walk out, like every other time I think about Violet. There’s been something about her that’s drawn me in from day one, something I can’t put my finger on.
There’s a way about her that’s different, and every time I’m near her, I get pulled in. I see the spark in her eyes that lets me know there’s more to her than she’s willing to show. There’s a vulnerability inside that she’s trying to hide, but I see it. I see through the sassy exterior that keeps people at arm’s length. The part that tries to push me away. I see through her threats and tough talk to the woman inside. I think because I’ve battled with my own inner demons, I recognize the darkness in her, as well as the light.
I did a lot of things I’m not proud of when fighting for my country overseas, and I think that kind of shit always leaves a mark on your soul. And for some reason, when I’m close to Violet, I feel that, and I want to hold her. I know she’d just push me away, so I cover it with jokes and cocky words. But there’s something about her that I see inside myself, and I want to get to know that better.
For all those reasons, I should probably stay away. But because of those reasons, I know I won’t. I’ve tried for long enough to voice my concerns about her being in the club, and it didn’t work. I know she’s more than capable of doing the job, but something inside me wants to protect her and keep her safe. I want to shield her from the dangers of the world, and her joining the Ghost Riders will put her in harm’s way at some point.