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“You’re right.” I had to give her this. Because she was right. “We keep too damned many secrets from each other.”
“Rocket, I’m an outsider. I’m eighteen years old, a fuckin’ kid compared to you guys. But I’m tellin’ you right now. You cannot have a club like this and not pull your shit together. This is a perfect example of why you can keep secrets from the outside world, even your old ladies, but you cannot keep secrets from each other.”
“Not arguing with you, woman.” I knew my response came out angry. I also knew Lemon wouldn’t take it personally. In fact, I thought she’d appreciate I was upset over something that had happened and had been very preventable. I pulled out my phone and shot a text off to Crush, telling him to call church. I wanted every single motherfucking man in this club to meet at the barn in fifteen minutes. Anyone not here could expect a slow, painful death when I found them. This shit ended today. Right this Goddamned second. I told him to be prepared for him and Byte to tell everyone everything he knew about Hammer and Gina and the woman’s involvement in keeping Scarlet under control by threatening her sisters. “Fuck!”
Unable to take the confines of the truck any longer, I stormed out, slamming the door shut and stalking inside the barn. There was something very similar to this very structure at Iron Tzars. It was where I’d watched and participated in completely destroying Hammer’s body. While he was still alive. That incident had taken far less time than it should have. Now, I had to wonder if there were going to be more men I had to take apart in much the same way.
“Rocket.” Lemon marched up to me. When I turned to tell her to go back to the truck, she snagged my beard and pulled me down for a scorching kiss.
Immediately, I bunched her hair in my fist, angling her head where I wanted it to better dominate her. Anger and aggression overrode good sense and I forgot she was relatively new to sex. Lemon didn’t push me away, though. In fact, she fought me for dominance. Yeah. Not fucking happening.
I shoved her against the wall and spun her around. She still wore my property patch on her vest. It wasn’t until this very moment I realized I’d expected her to renounce my claim on her, her claim on me, and demand to be taken back to Evansville. Or that she’d dispense with the pleasantries and just wreak havoc on this place. Realistically, she didn’t have a chance of doing that. But I’d bet the entire Goddamned world she’d put several of us out of our fucking miseries before the others took her down.
Given everything she’d told me, I should have asked her permission. Made sure she wanted me to fuck her. But I couldn’t. She’d initiated this. If she wanted to stop it, she knew how.
“Get your Goddamned pants unfastened, Lemon,” I growled. “Now. Or I’m rippin’ ‘em off you.”
It was the only permission I was capable of asking. I needed to be inside her like I needed to fucking breathe! Lemon was my only anchor in a turbulent sea. The only person in the motherfucking world capable of keeping me from destroying this whole fucking place.
She unfastened her jeans and shoved them off her hips so they were around her thighs. With her boots on there was no way to get them off any farther. And they were fucking skintight. When I’d first seen her in them, I’d fucking adored her in them. Now I wasn’t sure I could stay sane if I couldn’t get them down far enough to fuck her.
Then I noticed something. “You fuckin’ little bitch.” I whispered the words more in awe than the anger my words implied.
She looked over her shoulder and bared her teeth at me. “What? Never seen a woman go commando before?”
“You Goddamned fuckin’ little bitch. You’re tryin’ to push me over the edge. Aren’t you?” I jerked down my fly and pulled out my impossibly hard cock. With shaking hands, I gripped one of her hips and guided my dick inside her with the other. Once the tip kissed her entrance, I shoved home. Hard.
Lemon cried out, bracing her hands on the wooden wall of the barn while I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked a woman in my life. She pushed back against me just as hard, her screams echoing as we came together in all the rage and violence we felt. After the events she’d revealed, I wasn’t sure I didn’t deserve the same fate as Hammer. Because I’d allowed this to happen. I’d agreed to let everyone keep their secrets. I’d agreed it had been best for the greater club that we never draw attention to ourselves.
“Me,” I bit out. “It all comes down to my decisions.” My voice shook with the force of my thrusts. I had to be hurting her, but Lemon didn’t push me away or protest. She took what I had to give and tried to give back as good as she was getting.
“Shut up!” she shouted. “Fuck me, Rocket. And when you fuck me, you’re not allowed to think about anything or anyone but me. You fuckin’ understand?”
“Don’t fuckin’ order me around, Goddamnit! I’ll do what I fuckin’ please! That means I’ll fuck you into oblivion if that’s what I fuckin’ want to do.” I couldn’t stop the alpha male rising up inside me, taking his mate out of grief, pain, and anger. I needed to lose myself in her body, even for this little while. Even if it was the last time she let me find the solace I needed.
“Then fuckin’ do it, you bastard!” she screamed at me, bracing herself as I rode her hard. Flesh slapped against flesh. Her cries pierced the air alongside my harsh grunts. Every time we came together, I got more and more aggressive.
I smacked her ass. Hard. She yelped but promptly ordered, “Do it again! Do it harder, Rocket!” So I did. Barely a stream of sunlight filtered down through a hole in the roof, but it seemed to shine right on the cheek I’d abused. My handprints stood out red and angry, but Lemon didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the rougher I got, the more Lemon responded.
Finally, when I couldn’t take another second, I wrapped one arm around Lemon’s waist and found her clit with my fingers. The moment I touched her, her pussy gripped my cock like a vise. Her scream sounded painful, but her pussy told another story. She milked my cock until I exploded deep inside her.
I wrapped my arms around her so tightly I was afraid she might not be able to breathe, but I couldn’t let up. I needed her to anchor me. To keep me from going insane.
When we finally stilled, I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to stand. I braced myself against the wall with Lemon mashed between me and the hard surface. My breathing was harsh and ragged. I still felt the need to punch something, but I no longer thought I’d lose my ever-loving shit.
“You good?” Her voice was husky and rough. No wonder. I was sure they’d heard her screams all the way at the main compound.
“I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“Yeah, well, maybe someone needs to take care of you from time to time. Since I’m your old lady, I guess that’ll have to be me.”
Just like that, the band around my chest loosened. It didn’t go away, but it was enough I could think straight again. At least, I could for the moment. How long things stayed that way depended entirely on what Crush and Byte had to tell me.
I helped her pull her pants up. I was sure she’d be uncomfortable, but I could hear hogs pulling up to the barn and there was no way anyone was seeing Lemon in any state of undress if I could help it. Once she was covered, I tucked my dick back inside my pants and put myself between Lemon and where I knew the men would enter in case she needed to adjust any of her clothing.
One by one, the members of Grim Road filed into the barn. All of them looked ready to do battle, and I had to wonder if I’d be killing any of them tonight. Or if they’d try to kill me.
“What’s goin’ on, Prez?” Bear’s gaze quartered the area, looking for threats. In all of Grim, I trusted Bear the most. He and I had served together on more than one operation. The man knew more about me than even Crush did. I probably knew more about him too. That was the moment what Lemon had been trying to do finally clicked into place inside my fucking dumbass brain.
