They look so happy for him, and me, I guess. I noticed the leather cut that Madalyn was wearing, and it makes me wonder if Logan will get me one, or if he doesn’t see this as a future thing.
Suddenly, my mood dips, my stomach rolls and I don’t think it has anything to do with being upside down. Damn, I did not want to feel like this, but that is the thing with human emotions— they cannot be controlled.
We reach his room, and go inside. Logan sets me on my feet, and I crane my neck back to look at him.
“God, you are beautiful.” Biting my lip at his words, I slide my hands up over his chest, slowly removing his cut, before carefully setting it on the chair.
Turning back to the bed, I look over my shoulder at him, giving him a coy look. God, I hope I am doing it right.
“Fuck me, Crash.”
He lunges for me and does exactly what I asked of him. He fucks me good and hard, then he takes me soft and slow. Each and every time, I feel us getting closer. I feel like we are finding our way, and I am in for one hell of a ride with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CRASH
With one more swipe of the cloth, I sit back admiring the custom job I just finished for a client. She is a beauty.
It has been a week since I brought Stevie around the club. Everyone loved her and shit, I think she had a good time, too. Well, she did once we joined everyone after I fucked her a few more times and then took her nice and slow. Loving the way her mouth parted in a silent cry, her eyes watered as she came.
There were no words for how fucking beautiful she looked.
My balls tighten in my jeans, my cock thickening thinking about how well she took me, and how she scratched the hell out of my back. It is like we are making up for lost time, but also exploring each other, finding out what each of us likes.
It feels right, and I have to thank the fucking chrome gods that she didn’t tell me to fuck off.
“Brother, Pres called church.” I look up to see Flame as he walks by.
“Coming,” I call out.
“Not yet, you’re not,” Savage calls out from across the garage.
“Fucker.”
“I said not yet,” he replies to my response.
We all walk into the club.
“Do you know what this is about?” Flame asks Savage.
“No clue. Maybe Maverick or Astrid found something,” he offers.
“Man, we need this fucking crew gone. I heard that another kid died of an overdose a few nights ago.”
Hearing that makes my fucking blood boil. It turns my stomach to think that someone like Val is caught up in this. Worse, she fucking loves the money and power it gives her.
Vinnie could always find trouble and get mixed up in it. It was always me or Val bailing him out. When we bought that rusted car and did it up, I saw a change in him, and I hoped that he would straighten his life out. How fucking wrong was I?
Taking my seat in church, everyone is here and Racer looks fucking pissed.
“We have a lead on the fucking crew and their bitch leader.” He glances at me. “They are out at that old garden place that closed a few years ago. Cal, Maverick’s Ol’ Man, got a call from an old cop friend. He said that he was with them while he was out flying his son’s drone. We got a sent video, but it is confirmed it is the 749. Trucks were seen arriving, then being unloaded.”
“Was the drone spotted?” Rogue asks.
“No. Thank fuck, or the ex-cop and his kid would have been in trouble.”
“Okay, I have mapped out the area, and there is a place where we can stop, leave the bikes, go in on foot, and take out any fucker who gets in our way,” Rogue, who is our road captain, explains.
