Withstanding Me(48)

“Piper,” he growls as soon as he walks up. “Who’s your friend?”

Fuckin Christ! “He’s my son, brother.”

“Shit. Really?”

No. I just like makin up shit.

“Yes. I was about to come find your ass. Winter just gave me some shit to chew on with you brothers. ”

I grab Strom by the hair and drag her down, sticking my tongue in her ear. Her body shudders, goose bumps rising on her arms. Yeah, baby. “Tonight… my cock in your mouth.”

She moans low. “Tonight… you’re fuckin my mouth.”

Now I shudder. God dammit. How the fuck am I supposed to leave with those words replayin in my mind? Her fingers grip my cut as they turn into the letter L. I ain’t stupid. I know she’s tellin me she loves me. I just refuse to say it back until I fuckin feel it.

“Bye Mason,” she whispers just low enough no one else can here. Oh, fuck being polite and careful. I turn her head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so fucking good. She does this thing where she runs her tongue along mine, and it gets me so damn hard. Every. Single. Time. I pull back with her bottom lip in between my teeth, before letting it go and kissing her lips one more time. I want more fuckin time with her. Right fucking now!

“Bye darlin,” I groan.

I groan because my cock is pressing against my jeans, throbbing to death. Yeah, throbbing, aching, wanting. So many damn words for how my poor cock feels right now.

I point my finger at my son after letting my shades fall back across my eyes. “Stay with Storm.”

“Sure…”

What the fuck. He’s ballsy. Just. Like. I. Was and Am.

“Piper, be fuckin careful,” Sniper growls.

Oh for fucks sake.

“Go away Sniper,” she growls back.

“C’mon brother. We got shit to take care of.” I smack him on the back.

“I just fuckin worry about her,” He grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

It’s no secret that Sniper is all about finding love. He’s the only one in the MC not fuckin scared to admit it, and I think my brother might just be falling…

***





Chapter 24

ZZ

Sniper, Pyro, and I are sitting in the VIP lounge going over this Russian bullshit. It’s so fucked up. I’m not one to admit when I’m all confused. But shit, I’m confused.

“We have two sets of fuckin Russians runnin around our town. One set belonging to Winter’s mother, and the other to her uncle. We have no way of actually knowing who the fuck is who until Winter’s mom gets into town,” I say as I toss back my whiskey. “And where the fuck is our Prez?”

We can handle this shit, but Braxxon is the key to holding this fucking MC together. He knows how to keep his cool while doing it too.

“He’s on his way back,” Pyro murmurs while rolling his joint.

“So what’s with this Travis shit? The Russians hired him to fuck Tatiana or somethin? Still not understandin that,” Sniper pipes in.

Welcome to the fuckin club.

“That’s what fucktard said. Before we killed his ass. It makes sense. Tatiana is good at evading us when on lockdown. Maybe he just hasn’t had the opportunity?” I reply thanking fuck that my daughter is just that fuckin smart.

“Still doesn’t make any goddamn sense as to why it’s been quiet with him.”

And I have to agree with Sniper. It makes no sense, and that’s got my fuckin palms sweatin. If it weren’t my daughter, I can guarantee my palms wouldn’t be sweatin.

“This is what we’re gonna do to keep the fam safe. Club Sated closed until further fuckin notice. Lockdown in the compound. No one, but brothers leave the compound,” Pyro speaks up. He’s acting prez so we’ll do what he says. Just one problem. You ain’t getting Winter, and the rest of the women to agree to that shit. What makes lockdown bearable for them is being able to move in between the two locations.

“Not gonna work,” I laugh.

“Why the fuck not?” Pyro growls at me.

“Winter and the girls ain’t gonna let that slide. She’ll close down the club, but she ain’t gonna be confined, and you fuckin know it.”

It’s just the damn truth.

“Where the fuck is our Prez?” he growls. Braxxon is the only one that can order Winter around.

“So we close the club and pretend to let the ladies move back and forth. Ya know, act like we trust them with this shit. That crazy reverse shit that people do. Let’s do that.”

Pyro contemplates it for a minute, running it through his brain. “That’ll work.”

We end our conversation, start tossing back shots, and smoking our joints. We haven’t had a fuckin party in ages at the club, and I know we’re all fuckin aching to get so blistering fucked up we can’t remember the last 24 hours. We’re in the middle of shooting the shit when I hear my daughter’s voice loud and clear through the club.