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twenty-seven

Connecting The Dots

Spade

My eyes roll as I take a hit off the joint and moan every time Ryder gags on my cock.

“Fuck, why does this feel so fucking good? Every time, it just gets better and better.” I praise as he swallows around my length. He pulls all the way off me and slams the paper against my chest.

“Sign them,” he growls, sucking the tip of my cock so fucking slowly. My body shivers against him as I groan loudly, thrusting up into his mouth.

“No. Not yet.” I whimper as he takes me all the way down, only to come back up.

“Sign it. You are running out of time.” He informs me, licking my piercing.

“You’re not playing fair, Biker Bitch. But fuck, don’t stop.” I growl and he chuckles.

“You want to cum, baby?” He asks, and I groan as he takes me to the back of his throat.

“Yes, fuck yes I do.” I whine as he takes his hand, wrapping it around my cock and pumping so fucking slowly, causing my legs to shake.

“Ry, I’m going to cum.” I growl, but he stops and releases his grip on my cock.

“Sign the fucking papers, or them blue balls are really going to hurt. I’ll edge you all day, pretty boy, and just when you think I’m going to let you cum, it will all go away.” He threatens and I growl, grabbing the papers and the pen. He wraps his hand around my dick and starts pumping again as I throw my head back because I’m so fucking close. All I want to do is drop my load down his tight throat and finish this fucking joint.

Taking the pen, I scribble my name as he strokes faster, tightening his hold around me. His tongue swiping once, twice and a third time around the head of my cock has my body convulsing as he pulls off with a pop and I cum so fucking hard that ropes shoot across his chest and chin. I shiver at the sight of my undoing on his body. He runs his fingers through my mess, scooping it up and sucking his fingers clean.

“Mmm, such a good boy, Reid.” He praises, but I raise a brow.

“You’re always making me face my shit. Now it’s your turn. What are you doing about the Club? What’s in your head?” I ask, flipping the script because I’m done talking about my feelings and all that lame ass shit. He’s always helping me. It’s time I help him. He thinks he can mask it all from me, but I see through it. I see through it all, or maybe I see a kindred spirit like myself in him.

“Why do we have to ruin this moment with my bullshit?” He says, getting to his feet and adjusting his still hard cock.

“It’s not bullshit, and it doesn’t ruin anything. Just talk to me about it. This is a two-way street Ry, I’m here to help you as well.” I suggest and he shakes his head, putting his white tee back on.

“I don’t need the help. Just let it go, man.” He orders, and I get up from the bed to pull my sweats back up.

“You push and push and push until I snap. Let’s just order some pizza and chill.” I offer as he puts his cut back on along with his white air forces.

“So I bring up your shit and you’re ready to dip out?” I accuse with a raised brow.

“I came here to get you to sign the papers so you can stay here. That's it.” He finalizes, but I call bullshit.

“Not what you were saying an hour ago.” I smirk, but he doesn’t take the bait as he swings the door open, leaving me high and dry.

“Wow, so that’s it? All I’m good for is a quick suck and dump and you leave?” I accuse and he spins on me. Slamming me against the wall, his lips meet mine but I push him away.

“I’m not a fucking doormat, Ryder. You don’t get to mask your bullshit with sexual activities. This is why I didn’t want to start anything in the first place. I knew it would mean nothing.” I accuse but mumble that last part.

“Stop pushing me. When I’m ready, I’ll talk, and I never said this thing between us means nothing. Cut the baby back shit.” He warns and I laugh, but he takes a step closer, invading my space. “I like you Spade. I really do.” He admits and I nod, but I’m not done saying what I need to say.

“You’re the one acting like a bitch, storming the castle because you can’t use your big boy words and just fucking say it.” I laugh, but he doesn’t like that. He gets in my face and growls like I’m supposed to be intimidated by him. I roll my eyes and walk past him. If he wants to leave, then go right ahead. I’m going to order food and check on Ri.

Pressing the button for the elevator, I wait for the doors to open and get in. Turning around, our eyes collide and he just stares at me with a faraway look.

“You coming?” I say and he blinks as he steps in and stands next to me. He takes a deep breath as the doors close.

“I guess we’re going to glide past the part where I told you I like you,” he says and I turn to him.

“I like you too, Ry. This has been fun.” I say and he laughs.

“Fun, okay.” He says, but I hear the undertone in his voice and I go to fix my fuck up but he continues.

“Ryker is recovering faster than anyone has anticipated and he is now the Club President.” He says in a serious tone, and I look over at him.

“Okay, that's a good thing.” I say, elbowing him, but he shakes his head.

“He wants me to be his Vice President.” He seethes and again I elbow him.

“And what is the problem with that?” I ask, and he blows out a breath.

“I have nothing here. My father and sister are gone. The girl I was in love with is a fucking snake, and Slim is useless. Just an easy fuck to pass the time. I don’t want the club life anymore. There’s no purpose to it.” The elevator doors open and we both step out and walk into the living room.

Sitting down, I light up a joint and he follows suit. “I disagree with what you said back there, but at the end of the day, it’s your life to do as you please with. Just make sure if you leave the club, that it’s truly what you want for your future and not a right now decision.” I say and he nods.

“I know, I just–nevermind. Can we order food? I’m ravenous.” He says with a smirk, taking the joint from my lips.

“Ravenous? That’s code word for horny, but yes, let’s order food. I need to go check on Ri. I’ll be right back.” I say as he takes out his phone and pulls up the food dash app. I get up and head into the dining room where we made a hospital room for Ri. His injuries were worse than anticipated, but nothing the Doc and his crew couldn’t handle. Walking over to him, he’s awake and smirking at me.

“Ahh, brother, you live to see another day. How are you feeling? You hungry?” I ask, and he nods.

“Fucking starving.” He rasps and I grab the glass of water and hand it to him to take a sip.

“So, much better. What did I miss?” He asks and I laugh.

“Just a suck and dump fest!” Ryder yells from the living room. Jesus fucking Christ. I shake my head and take the glass from Ri.

“Well, to start, I now own this house and apparently have been married to Jade since she turned eighteen.” I say, and his eyes go wide.

“What the fuck? How did we not know this? I thought she was promised to D’mitri?” he says and I shake my head.

“According to the document, it was signed off by my dead mother and her father.” I admit, and his brows hit the top of his forehead.

“What do you mean your mother and her father? You mean Big John knew about this?” He says and I’m already shaking my head before he’s even finished.

“Then what? Just spill it already. Jesus Christ Reid.” He growls.

“It’s Flynn. Flynn O’Patrick is Jade’s father.” I whisper, and he gasps.

“What the fuck? Wait. Wait, a damn second.” He says, and I’m nodding as he’s putting all the pieces together.

“She’s fucking Irish Royalty. She’s next in line. Holy shit. Now it all makes sense. The Aces wanted an heir. A true IRA heir.” He says as his eyes go wild as everything is connecting.

“Yep, exactly, but why did Dalton want her dead when our dads wanted heirs? That’s the only thing that makes no fucking sense.” I state and he nods.

“No, that doesn’t add up, but holy fucking shit.” He says excitedly, like he forgot the plot already.

“But she’s dead. There is nothing to be excited about other than I own this house and this is where we will live.” I say, and he shakes his head.

“I’m doing recon on Slim. I received an email with video footage of the hospital when she was brought in, but after you spoke with him, it goes blank and you never get to see if she left. But I may need Ryder’s help in being the bait.” Ri suggests as Ryder enters the room.

“I’m down to help.” He says and I stomp from the room, not okay with him being the bait. Is that jealousy because they have history or am I just being a dick? But fuck if this could bring us answers as to what happened to my wife. Fuck. that sounds so good coming from my lips.

My Wife. The Irish Queen. All hail the dead queen of the IRA.