Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(40)

After a while, he rolled over and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his  arms. The drone of big-rig trucks on the interstate hung over them as  they lay sated, their legs tangled together.

"You make me happy," Kimber said as she kissed his chest.

He didn't answer. His steady breathing told her he'd already fallen  asleep. Smiling, she burrowed herself closer to his warm body; she felt  safe and protected. She hadn't felt that way in a very long time, and  she liked it.

He'd claimed her, and the memory of his passion-filled words made her  stomach flutter. He'd slipped into her heart and life when she least  expected him to. And she liked that.

A lot.





Chapter Twenty-Three





"Cara's trying to help out some of the brothers the fuckin' badges  nabbed on Saturday. She doesn't think anyone's gonna be charged,  including the filthy Demon Riders." Hawk stood rigid, his face flushed.

"What about your female mechanic?" Rags called out. "She saw the whole  mess go down. She even saw me shoot the fuckin' Demon Rider."

"She didn't see shit. Leave her out of it." Throttle jumped to his feet, the vein in his neck pulsing like hell.

"The fuck she didn't. Anyway, she got herself in this by not telling us  she was a Demon Riders' whore!" Rags slammed his fist on the table while  his brothers yelled out their agreement.

Throttle was on the table in no time, lunging at Rags. Before the  brothers could stop him, he and Rags were punching each other like they  were in a boxing match. "You fuckin' asshole," Throttle panted as he  threw his fist against Rags's left jaw. Rags returned the punches as  good as he got.

"Will someone pull these two apart? We got shit to discuss!" Banger's voice boomed inside the crowded room.

Several brothers rushed over and separated the two. Hawk came over and  roughly jerked Throttle to the other side of the room. "Stop fighting  with the brothers whenever they say shit about Kimber. You're acting  like a pussy-whipped asshole."

"You know damn well you wouldn't sit still if the brothers said shit about Cara."

"That's different. She's my old lady. We're getting married."

"What about before? You were plenty pissed when someone even looked at her. Don't fuckin' lecture me now about this."

Hawk scowled. "You making her your old lady?"

Throttle stared, his chin held high in defiance. "That's no one's fuckin' business."

"That's what I thought. We got some serious shit going on with the club,  and you're acting like a fuckin' teenager with outta-control hormones.  Get your shit together. Now."

Throttle kicked the chair with his boot and sat down, the fire still  raging inside him. He couldn't even look at Rags because he'd be over  the table and in his face again in a second. He didn't want anyone  disrespecting his woman. And Kimber was his-he'd claimed her. Was he  ready to make her his old lady? He wasn't sure how she felt about him.  He wanted her to tell him she loved him. Fuck, listen to me. I'm acting  just like a girl. I'm so fucking obsessed with her. Not only obsessed  but addicted to her scent, her taste, her soft skin, and her laugh. She  consumed his heart and his every thought; she was the spark to his  flame. How could he not beat the shit out of anyone who dared to diss  her?

"You know damn good and well that if she weren't fuckin' Throttle and  working for Hawk, we'd make sure she disappeared," Hoss said. Jax and  Axe held Throttle down.

"Calm the fuck down, will you?" Banger stared fiercely at him. "How involved is your woman with the Demon Riders?"                       
       
           



       

"She's not," he gritted. "She's from Iowa, and she hooked up with one of  the fuckers and became his old lady. She ran away after he beat the  shit outta her, and she hasn't been back since. That was a few years  ago. She cut all contact with him. She didn't even want to get involved  with bikers again."

"Did your cock change her mind?" Bones made sucking sounds and the brothers broke out in raucous laughter.

"Easy, man," Jax said as Throttle started to rise.

Banger slammed the gavel down. "Enough of this shit. You trust her, Hawk?"

Hawk nodded.

"That's good enough for me. Jax, you're gonna be back in your  Sergeant-At-Arms position ‘til Rock gets his ass outta jail. Cara and  one of her lawyer friends in Denver are sorting all this shit out. Once  he's back, he gets his position back. Got it?"

Jax nodded. "I didn't think Banger would ever let me near an officer's  patch again," he said in a low voice to Jerry and Throttle.

"He's mellowed since Harley was born," Jerry said. "Instead of yelling  at me and giving me dirty looks each time I come over when Kylie's home  from college, he does it every other time. I'm making some damn  progress." Jax and Throttle chuckled.

"There's gonna be retaliation for killing one of the fuckers. The Demon  Riders won't forget it, even though they were aiming to kill me," Banger  said.

"It was self-defense all the way," Axe replied.

"The bastard deserved to die. He was playing dirty, so he got snuffed  out. We have our brother Rags to thank for saving our president's life."  Hawk jerked his chin at Rags and all the members jumped to their feet,  chanting, "Insurgents Forever, Forever Insurgents." A swell of pride  filled Throttle as he chanted along with his brothers, his fist held  high.

After they settled down, they looked to Banger. "Dustin and Shack were  there, and I wouldn't put it past them to have been the instigators  behind the fight. They've been aiming to kick our asses and kill me  since we beat and ousted them from the Insurgents MC. We gotta watch  them and keep our ears finely tuned to the grapevine. They will  retaliate."

The brothers nodded in agreement. "You think the Deadly Demons knew about this?" Jerry asked.

Hawk and Banger shook their heads. "Nah, I don't think Reaper wants to  break the truce we have. He's a sharp president, and a fight at an expo  wouldn't be worth starting a war," Hawk said. "Besides, they know we got  a shitload more money than them, so we can buy the big-ass weapons." He  laughed.

"I saw Reaper earlier in the morning, and we acknowledged each other. I  don't think he knew the Demon Riders were gonna start shit, even if they  are affiliated with the Deadly Demons." Banger took out his bandana and  wiped his forehead. "We're on high alert. Hawk will be fielding the  communications to see what pops up, but we all gotta make sure we keep  our women and kids safe. If something comes up or escalates, we'll have  to do a lockdown."

Lockdowns were common when the Insurgents were embroiled in a conflict  or war with a rival club. It was a necessary evil in the outlaw world,  and hated by the women who loved the outlaw bikers. Until a volatile  situation was deactivated, the old ladies, children, and girlfriends  were moved into the clubhouse for protection. They couldn't venture one  step outside the walls unless accompanied by one or two of the brothers.  In times of war, they weren't allowed out at all. The Insurgents hoped  it wouldn't come to that, but they had to be prepared for it;  retaliation for killing a member of a rival club was inevitable. The  only thing to figure out was when it would occur.

"Seems like that's all we got to discuss for now. If something comes up,  we'll call an emergency church. Go on, grab a drink, and get some  pussy. Church is adjourned." Banger tapped the gavel on the table. The  brothers shuffled out of the room and headed to the great room, where  the prospects had their drinks waiting and the club girls had their legs  spread.

Hunched over on a barstool, staring at the mirrors behind the bar,  Throttle threw back his shot, the rich amber liquid sliding down his  throat like a fiery caress. Sturgis was in one month, and he knew it  would be a powder keg when the Insurgents and Demon Riders crossed paths  again. He was up for the fight, but he didn't want Kimber getting  caught in the cross-fire. He knew he should tell her to stay home  because it was too risky. Yeah, like she's really gonna listen to me.  Sometimes her stubbornness was too much. They could always go next year.  So I'm planning for us to still be together next year? Of course I am.  She's in my fuckin' blood.                       
       
           



       

"You wanna come by tonight to play some poker?" Jax asked as he popped a green olive in his mouth.

"Can't. I'm taking Dawn, Olivia, and Kimber out to dinner."

"I fuckin' can't believe that the brother who was the most cynical ‘bout  our old ladies is lovesick over a mechanic." Jax chuckled and popped in  another olive. "These are damn good. Usually the olives we get taste  like ass. You should try them."