Page 13 of Next Level (Royal Bastards MC: Oakland Chapter #1)

GEORGE CASSO

W e decided to stay at a hotel near the Seattle Airport.

Since Cherry’s flying home tomorrow morning, I asked for two adjoining rooms to give me one more night with her.

During the drive here, we didn’t discuss anything related to Jared.

The only thing we talked about relating to either of them was how Cherry and I met, and that Garrett was her adopted brother.

We then just talked about tattoos, music, and mundane stuff before Sam started to doze off.

Once we settled in the room for the night, Sam called her mom.

They spoke for quite awhile as Cherry and I sat quietly listening to her relay the story.

I spoke with Dawg to let him know we had Sam and to make sure everyone knew she was okay and that we would be home soon.

Sunshine happened to be with Dawg still so Cherry told them she was flying home tomorrow.

I know Dawg wanted to ask more questions, but until I get all the details, I’m holding off.

I know there’s more to the story than what she told the police and her mom.

Once we’re alone, I’ll find out what she’s leaving out.

My heart was whole seeing Cherry and Sam laughing together. When Sam found out Cherry was best friends with Sunshine, she freaked out. Being a massive fan of Sunshine, Cherry became just as awesome. Listening to them talk, I got to know more about Cherry as well.

I learned Cherry quit her job at a tattoo studio in San Francisco because she didn’t like the owner. So, she started teaching how to tattoo online and attending conventions where she showcased her work.

“You okay?” Cherry asks, sitting across from me at the table in our room. We ordered room service since it was so late. After dinner, Sam took a quick shower before bed. She was so tired she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

“Just relieved I have her back, and she’s okay. At least she seems okay,” I say, putting a French fry in my mouth.

Cherry takes a long drink of her soda, as if she’s trying to stop herself from saying something.

“Are you okay?” I ask in return.

Cherry shakes her head. “I don’t understand why Garrett refused to see me. Telling the officer I wasn’t his family and to go home.”

Motherfucker’s going to pay for what he’s done.

I stay silent so she can continue.

“He’s always been an asshole to me. We’ve never been close, but to deny me and say I’m not his family stung. Even though I was going to ream him a new one for what he did.”

I stay silent because I don’t really know what to say. I want to kill the guy, but I can’t tell her that.

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing I can say to her.

She gives me a half smile. “Thank you, but if I were you, I’d want to murder him. If he took my kid, I’d want him dead.”

Relief. Cherry does get me.

“He’s still your brother. I understand your side too. That’s why I’m just listening. I want to be here for you.”

I grab her hand and bring it up to my lips for a kiss.

We sit in silence.

When I can’t take the distance between us any longer, I stand up, grab her hand that is still in mine, and lead us to the bed before pulling her onto my lap.

I let out a long sigh. “I want to talk about us.”

Cherry’s eyes light up, then she gives me her pearly whites. “Oh yeah? Is there even an us?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Um, there better be. At least I want there to be.”

Cherry wraps her arms around my neck, clasping her fingers behind my head as she leans down, engulfing my lips with hers.

Moving my arms around her, I grab her ass cheeks with both hands. I grip her, rocking her against my very hardened erection, and we both sigh in approval.

I break the kiss and say breathlessly, “Yeah, I’m not letting you go that easily. I want you.”

I kiss her neck. “Today and…”

I kiss her collarbone. “Like every day.”

She purrs, motioning her hips back and forth, torturing me.

I slide my hands up her back, lifting her shirt over her head. Kissing her beautiful breasts, I grip her shoulders from behind, pulling her to me as we fall back on the bed. She whimpers, and I murmur, “Mine,” before retaking her mouth.

Tilting her head back, she huffs. “We’ll see.”

I spank her ass, and she cries out with pleasurable pain.

“There is no ‘we’ll see,’ it’s only, ‘Yes, Ray’,” I tease.

Cherry whispers inches from my mouth, “If I have time.”

I roll her onto her back, placing myself between her legs.

“You better make time,” I say low and breathy.

She snickers.

I give her a quick kiss, lean up on my shins, and pull off her shorts along with her panties.

“I don’t do drama,” she counters, surprising me.

“Good, I don’t either.”

Then I undo my pants, needing to be inside her.

She licks her lips, seeing my cock spring free. I move back in between her silky, smooth, soft legs. I run my hands on both sides from her knees up to her core.

I’m rock hard and dying to be enveloped in her pussy.

Licking my lips, I say hoarsely, “I want this.” I lift a hand, motioning between us.

“So do whatever you need to do to get that into your head.” I lean down, gripping my cock, placing it right at her wet entrance, and before I enter her, I say, “Because you’re mine now. ”

We both let out a guttural sound when I enter her fully and watch our union as I begin to rock in and out of her warm wetness.

She doesn’t break eye contact, and I see the want and need for me.

“Mine.”

She bites her lip and teases, “Maybe.”

I thrust hard and deep. “No.”

She giggles.

I start pumping vigorously. Our bodies slap as the thrusts become intense.

I grunt, “My Blossom.”

Cherry chokes out, “Yes.”

“Again.”

She cries out, gripping my biceps, wanting more of my cock.

I lean over her, lifting her hips, so I can pump hard and fast into her.

Driving her to her breaking point, we’re both panting and chasing our high.

I growl huskily, “You’re my Blossom. Fuck you’re perfect.”

“Yes, Ray. Fuck.” Cherry pushes her head back into the bed, arching her shoulders. “Yes. Oh. God. Yes.”

I give her everything I have. Her cries become louder. I don’t want to wake Sam, so I place my hand over her mouth, slipping two fingers in and letting her suck on them like she does my cock.

Christ. Her mouth is warm. I start fucking her mouth with my fingers as I do her pussy.

I’m almost there.

“Wait for me,” I rush out breathless.”I’m so close.”

Cherry digs her nails into my back, giving me that extra nudge.

Fuck yes.

“Come, Blossom. NOW.” I pound into her with all I have as we both climax. I groan loudly, seeing stars.

I remove my fingers, collapsing on top of her, and slow my hips, but not withdrawing. The climax is still shuddering around us as I feel her walls spasm all around my dick. I keep up the motion, in and out, slower and slower, until my dick slips out from all the wetness.

We’re both out of breath, and no words are needed. I shift us to our usual spot, me on the bottom and her half on top of me.

Sweaty and sated, we begin to fall asleep.

I got both my girls here safe.

The words ‘both girls’ replays over and over again before exhaustion finally wins, taking me into oblivion.

My phone ringing wakes me. I reach over and see it’s the Port Angeles Police Department. I snap up, shifting Cherry off me and waking her up.

I answer half asleep, “Hello?”

“Ray Amato?” I recognize Officer Wilkerson’s voice.

“Yes, Officer Wilkerson. How can I help you?”

“Um, I wanted to give you a heads up. A man named George Casso just came into the station claiming he’s both the boys’ father and wants information on them,” the officer explains.

“What the fuck?” I shout, becoming fully awake now, not caring that it’s a cop on the other end.

“I agree. I wanted to let you know. I thought it was suspicious that he knew they had been arrested when we hadn’t contacted him.

We’ve spoken to the Joneses and the Thompsons.

The FBI wants to extradite them to Oakland, where they’ll appear before a judge.

The man threw a fit when we told him we couldn’t give out any information on the boys since he wasn’t their legal parent.

He had birth certificates and paperwork, but since they were both legally adopted, he had no rights.

We told him to go back to California, where the boys would be charged. ”

“Motherfucker.” Again, not caring it’s a cop.

“Look, I just wanted to give you a heads up since your daughter said she thinks it had to do with his biological parents, and maybe you’ll recognize the name.”

I’m trying to place the name, but I have no clue. If it did have to do with us, he probably had a different alias he would go by other than his real name. I don’t know. I’ll need to get Zoom on it as soon as I can.

“Mr. Amato?” the officer says, jolting me from my thoughts.

“Thank you. I don’t recognize it, but I’ll definitely look into it. If I find anything, I’ll let you and the Oakland PD know.” I try to sound truthful, but I’m sure he knows damn well that if this is club-related, I won’t be talking to the police anytime soon.

“I understand. I have a daughter a few years younger than yours. I know I’d want to figure out why she was taken.

Just keep a lookout for this guy, just in case.

I’ll do my best to find out what I can over here.

The FBI agent in California will be in touch after they get the file from us.

I don’t see those boys seeing daylight anytime soon.

With their criminal records and the severity of the crime, I don’t see a judge granting them bail.

So, just keep an eye out for the father.

Also, you’re both clear to head home. If anyone has anything else to ask you, they’ll just give you a call. ”

Understanding the cop’s intentions now, I have more respect for him. He seems genuinely concerned, and I appreciate that. Shit, he’s more concerned than any of the Oakland police have been.

“Thank you. I truly mean that. I’ll be in touch with what I find out. It means a lot to me.” I tell him the truth this time. He’s a good cop.

“Okay, I’ll be in touch if we have any new information,” the officer adds.

When I get off the phone, Cherry’s wide-eyed, sitting on the bed with the covers pulled up to her chest, and waiting patiently for me to tell her what happened.

I tell her what the officer said, and when I say the father’s name, her eyebrows furrow together.

“Does the name ring a bell?” I ask.

She answers immediately, “Yes, that’s Garrett’s biological father, but I thought he was in prison.” She pauses, looking down and concentrating. “What does he have to do with Sam? Is he linked to the club?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. I need to call my club.”

I glance at the clock and realize it’s six in the morning.

I have five more hours before I have to let her go.

She’s watching me, and when I put my phone back on the nightstand, she asks, “Are you not going to call them?”

I turn back around to face her. “No, I’m going to have my way with you a few more times before my girl wakes up and I have to drop you off at the airport.”

She seductively glances at me, and I can’t help but smirk.

I know what she’s thinking. I should be calling my club and figuring out who George Casso is, but all I want to do at this moment is to be deep inside her and hear my name fall from her lips as I make her come again and again.

“This can wait a few more hours,” I say, moving under the covers and positioning myself over her again.

“You’re my top priority right now,” I say low and huskily.

She giggles. “I like that—”

I cut her off as I slowly slip inside her, wanting to savor the feeling. She draws out, “Fuuuuck yes.”

“Fuck yes. My Blossom. Fuck yes,” I mumble before taking her mouth and beginning my assault on her body again.