Page 10 of Rough Patch

“Come for me, Grier. Now.”

The walls of her pussy clenched around his cock, and he let go, spiraled away until only Fiona existed. “Holy shit.”

She slid down the front of him, arms around his waist as she smiled. “Well, if our kid has a dented head, we’ll know why.”

She had such magic in her she’d managed to make him forget the reason he hadn’t been making love to her every minute of every day since they’d been together. Until now. “Fiona.”

“Just kidding. The doctor said…”

“I know.” Not that he understood the science of it any better than he’d been able to grasp the math earlier. And he resolved that if he did nothing else in his life, he would make sure his kid finished school with grades that weren’t just ones to pass him onto the next year. His kid would study and be smart, make something of himself.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed so I can make fun of you for being jealous of Ham.”

“I wasn’t jealous.” He knew she wouldn’t cheat on him. With Hamilton. Or with anyone else. So it damned well couldn’t have been jealousy.

“Okay.” She shrugged, but her smirk said she didn’t believe him any more than he believed himself. “Let’s go to bed anyway.”

Fiona knew Grier wouldn’t do anything to sell out the club, knew he would die protecting her and the baby. What she didn’t know was why he was in one of the warehouses with Dave’s “wife” and two other men who could only have been FBI.

Sage handed her the binoculars, and she adjusted the lenses, aimed at a window. Damned if she could see anything though. “What’s he doing in there?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see a damned thing.”

“You’re sure no one saw you? No one knows you followed him here?”

Her car, hidden in the trees, couldn’t have been seen, but no telling where Sage had parked his bike. “No. My bike’s down the road. I came here on foot just as they all went inside.”

This was a Demon warehouse, where they’d stored merchandise and trucks since she was a little girl. Why the hell would he pick here for a meet and greet with the FBI? She clenched her teeth. Things had been going so well these last few weeks… months actually since she’d finally convinced Grier to take over more of the operations at the club and since he’d finally started seeing her as his wife instead of as an incubator with tits.

“Fuck.”

“Should we go in? Bust up the party?”

No. They shouldn’t. “Go back to the clubhouse and wait for me.” When he didn’t move, she shot him a glare. “Go. I’m just gonna wait here for them to come out.”

“Fiona…”

“Sage, I know, okay? Husband or not, if he’s fucking the club, I’ll bring him back to you, but he won’t talk to me if you’re standing there with your chest puffed out ready to pounce. The only way this goes right is if I’m here alone.” She put her best tough-girl spin on the words, but her heart ached at the thought of having to turn Grier over to the club, but more than likely, she would have to.

“I know that. I’m not questioning you. I just know if it was me, I wouldn’t want to go through something like this alone.” He dropped a hand on her shoulder.

Damn. Not folding herself in half and crying on his shoulder took every ounce of strength she had, but she kept her head up and her shoulders back. “I’ll be fine.” She swallowed hard against the lie.

“Okay. I’ll see you at the clubhouse, but if you aren’t there in an hour, I’m calling you. And if you don’t answer, I’m bringing all the guys back with me. And we won’t be hiding in some damned trees with binoculars.” He raised his eyebrows and waited for her nod before he climbed out of the car and disappeared behind the car.

Fiona waited a couple of seconds before she opened the door, a couple more before she clung to the shadows beside the building near the door Sage had pointed out where Grier walked in with the feds. She had two choices, burst in and make her presence known or try to sneak through and catch whatever she could of the conversation.

She tried the door handle and it screeched with just a half-turn. Burst in it was. She yanked the door open and hurried inside. Four heads turned to look at her and Grier shoved whatever he’d been holding into his back pocket. “Well, what do we have here?”

Grier hung his head. “Babe, it’s all right. This isn’t what you think.”

She ignored him and walked over to stand in front of the woman who’d “leaned” on her when her “husband” burned up in a Screaming Demon truck. She didn’t have words to quantify the amount of deception, to justify the lie. “I comforted you.”

The woman lifted her chin and stared at Fiona, no remorse, not a glimmer of apology. Fiona made a fist and swung it around. The smack of knuckles against cheekbones as satisfying as it was painful. Grier rushed forward and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her away and shielding her behind him as the other woman rebounded and advanced.

“She’s pregnant.” His voice was calm, deadly, a warning, and a redundancy since her belly arrived in a room three to four seconds before the rest of her.

“What the hell is she doing here?” One of the men in black suits shook his head at Grier. “Our deal’s with you.”