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Chapter 34

Extra Cream & Videos

Ryder

Almost two months later….

Life with a newborn, a toddler and a preschooler is wild. There’s never a quiet moment unless they are asleep, but I wouldn't change it for the world. Jade is such a great mom who can literally juggle motherhood like it's a cakewalk. Spade was made to be a dad and watching him with Prince is such a turn-on. I want all the kids with this man. If I could get him pregnant myself, I would.

Standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, I look out in the backyard, taking a deep breath. Life has been good lately. Still no word from Jameson except for his subliminal messages through the security cameras, letting us know he’s around, but no one has actually seen him. The police say Monty disappeared and that they have no leads, but we know he'll never be found. Nothing like some pig food to get rid of the body. April has made it her job to find out who killed him and has even joined the police force and started her training just last week. Jade’s been having us dig into April’s past, but we’ve come up dry for anything prior to her fifth birthday. So she put a call into The Colony to her friend Elliot to see if she can dig a bit deeper for us.

Next week is another council meeting in which I’m going to take the seat from Slash. It’s time we take over the council, full circle. Jade informed us that at the meeting she is going to demand Giovanna be returned to us, along with Antonio. We will set them up in Stonedge so she can get on her feet. We’ve already started looking at houses for them and found a really cute three bedroom cape house. Hopefully, Giovanna will be happy about what we chose for her.

Warm, strong arms wrap around my waist, sliding up my stomach and over my chest. “Why didn’t you wake me?” Spade asks, as he kisses along my neck.

“You were up with Prince in the middle of the night, so I let you and my sister sleep and tackled the early morning feeding. He’s been fed, changed and put back to sleep. Jade has the next feeding while we go to the clubhouse,” I tell him as his hand slides down my stomach into the waistband of my sweats. I groan as he wraps his hand around my length, stroking me slowly and running his thumb over my tip.

“How much coffee do you have left in that cup?” he asks, licking the shell of my ear.

“About half.” I moan as he picks up his pace.

“I want you to bust a nut in the cup. It needs some extra cream,” he commands, tightening his grip around my cock. I hiss as he jerks me faster, running his thumb over my tip, spreading my pre-cum around, creating the perfect lube the more aroused I get. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as his other hand slides between my cheeks, circling and teasing my asshole.

“Ace,” I grit through clenched teeth.

“Shut up, you like it. Come on, my biker bitch, cum for me. I want to taste you,” he whispers, sinking his finger into me as the other hand strokes me hard and fast.

“Jesus, Ace. I want to feel your cock stretching me out,” I pant, my mouth drying up like the Sahara Desert. As I lift the cup to my lips, he growls, sinking his teeth into my neck.

“The time for you to take a drink has come and gone. You get nothing until you cum for me like a good biker bitch,” he whispers, running his tongue along the column of my neck. My body shivers at his words as I place the cup to the side, holding myself up against the counter. This man of mine adds a second finger to my ass as he swipes his thumb over the tip of my cock, causing me to cry out.

“Ace, I’m–” I stammer, grabbing the cup as my balls lift.

“That’s right, baby. Cum for me. I can’t wait to taste you,” he growls as I tremble in his arms, cumming into the cup like he asked.

“Fuck, Reid,” I breathe as he takes my softening cock and wipes the rim with the last drops of my seed.

“Such a good boy,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I spin around and hand him his coffee.

“Extra cream, just how you like it.” I grin as he takes it from my hands, never taking his eyes off of me and downs the rest of the contents. My dick hardens all over again, watching him swallow me.

“I’d like my coffee like this every Sunday.” He smirks, stepping into my space and placing the cup on the counter behind me.

“I think that could be arranged,” I say, capturing his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He deepens the kiss, sucking my tongue as his hands grab at my shoulder blades. Pulling away, I nibble his bottom lip before placing a soft peck against his flesh.

“We have to be at the clubhouse in an hour. It’s going to be a long fucking day,” I say and he nods.

“Alright. Let's get dressed and do this.” He smiles, grabbing the cup and taking it to the sink. Tucking myself back into my sweats, I look back outside to see Zayn heading over from the pool house. The back door opens, and he steps in.

“Good morning, Z,” I greet him, and he nods his head. He is not a morning person until he’s had his first cup of coffee. He grabs a cup and does just that. “Me and Spade are going to be at the clubhouse all day. If you need us, just text,” I tell him, and he nods again. I pat him on the shoulder and walk out of the kitchen. Time to get ready for the day.

We get into Spade’s Charger an hour later and head towards the clubhouse. I called a meeting to discuss turning the compound into a home for trafficked kids with a bar in the front and the mechanic shop attached. I’ve already spoken with Jade about it and she agrees that it will be lucrative and a great idea for when we come across kids and women who need a safe place. Me and Slash need to speak about him being my father and everything else Teagan told me, but most of all, his seat in the council.

“Hey, do they know I’m coming to this meeting? I’m not a part of the club. Is there a rule against me being there?” he asks, taking me out of my thoughts.

“At this point, I really don’t care what any of them say. The club was left to me, and I haven’t officially handed it over to Slash yet, so it’s still my club,” I reply, and he nods his head, digging into his pocket.

“Wanna wake n’ bake with me.” He smiles, and I shake my head.

“Na, not this time,” I say as we come to a red light.

“I got a message last night from Jameson’s phone. A video message,” he says, and my eyes widen.

“And you're just telling me this now? Does Jade know?” I ask, but he’s already shaking his head.

“No, and this stays between the two of us,” he says, as he revs the engine. The light turns green and we take off, rounding the bend. It’s still dark outside as the sun is beginning to rise.

“No shit. What was in the video?” I ask, as he takes a hit off the joint, shifting as we come to another bend.

“Him, fucking and killing like a madman. The look in his eyes sent chills through my body. I’ve never seen him that far gone and I’ve known him damn near my whole life. I don’t know if he will ever fucking come back,” he says, and I cover my face with my hands.

“Fuck, man. I’m sorry,” I say, looking over at him as he looks at me. Headlights momentarily blind me as they get closer. “Fuck, Spade! Look o–” I scream, but it’s too late. The car slams into us, sending the Charger tumbling down the deserted road. My life flashes before me, and all I see is him. His smiles. His laugh. His touch.

Then my vision flashes back to the present as we continue to roll once, twice, but the impact of it all sends us flying around the car. Glass shards cut into my skin as my neck whips around the more we roll. Finally, we stop rolling and skid across the concrete.

Footsteps approach as they walk through the glass littering the concrete. We both groan in pain as my vision darkens. I reach for him, “Ss-p-ade,” I rasp as a gun goes off, sending everything into darkness.