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Rebel

I woke up with a fucking smile on my face. Grinning like a teen who just got his dick wet for the first time, and I wasn’t totally unbothered by that fact. Nikki’s naked body was still curled into mine, one side of her face pressed against my chest, one leg flung over my thigh. The room smelled of us together, sweat and sex, her perfume mingled with mine.

It was early, the sun had only just started to rise, leaving the sky dark with a few streaks of brighter colors.

Nikki stirred beside me, but she never woke up, just slid in and snuggled even closer to me. I smiled and wrapped an arm around her, loving the feel of her soft skin under my palm, the silky smoothness of her thigh against my own.

It was early enough that Livvy probably wouldn’t be up for a while. I didn’t want to be here when she woke, just in case it caused awkwardness. Single mothers weren’t usually my type, but I knew enough, to know that trying to explain a strange man’s appearance over breakfast—even if I wasn’t a total stranger—might be difficult. So I planned to leave. Soon.

But this time I wasn’t leaving shit to chance. No notes to skitter away under some piece of furniture to never see the light of day again. No text message that she might not receive until after she already thought I’d pulled a repeat of our first night together. Fuck that. She was right here so I dragged my fingertips up and down her spine until she slowly woke up.

Her smile appeared before her eyes opened. “Good morning.” Her eyes widened and she looked around. “Is it even morning?”

“Technically yes, but it’s very early.” My fingertips continued their journey until my hand palmed her ass. “How are you feeling?”

Her smile was blinding. “Very well fucked. Satisfied. Still kind of horny.”

“All things I like to hear.” Was there anything more irresistible than a woman with an insatiable appetite? We’d fucked plenty throughout the night. On her bed. Up against the wall. In the shower. On the bathroom vanity. Back to the bed.

“You’re leaving.” The words sounded like an accusation rather than a question, which I didn’t like.

“I probably should,” I began and pulled her on top of me as I rolled to my back, my morning wood pressed against her hot pussy, slightly covered by plump lips. “Unless you’re okay with Livvy finding me here?”

Something warm and soft flashed in her eyes but it was gone quickly. “Good point.” Her hips moved on their own and she let out a low, throaty moan. “One more time for the road?”

I laughed and held her as she rose up and slid down my cock with a quiet moan. “Fuck, Nikki.” I could live inside this woman’s pussy. It was hot and tight and so fucking wet, the slide into her body earned a top spot in my spank bank. “Slow down.”

“Can’t,” she moaned and shook her head. “You feel… too good.” She looked like a goddess as she leaned back and rested her palms on my thighs, fucking my dick at an angle he and I both liked. “Fuck, Logan.”

As much as I loved my MC name, hearing her moan my real name was such a fucking turn on. When I moved my hips and sank deeper into her pussy, she cried out louder. So I did it again and again.

“Logan,” she panted my name in warning.

“Let go, Nikki. Come all over my cock. Drench me in your orgasm.”

Heat flared in her eyes. “Dirty. I like it.”

I knew she did. And I let the filth fall from my mouth as my thumb found her clit and rubbed furious circles until her cunt strangled my cock. “You’re so greedy for my cock.”

“Oh. My. God.” Her lips curled up and then her eyes went round the moment her orgasm exploded out of her. “Logan!” She quivered, nearly losing her grip on my legs, but she tensed her muscles, determined to ride out her pleasure.

“Ah, fuck babe.” I gripped her tighter and moved her up and down the length of my cock, faster and faster until my cock swelled and then filled her. “Shit. Fuck.”

Nikki was still on my cock, sitting upright with a shocked yet satisfied smile on her face, all while she continued to move in slow, hypnotic circles. “It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”

“Good thing you don’t have to.” I pulled her down and kissed her long and slow and hard. I kissed her until my cock went limp and I slipped out of her hot pussy.

Nikki rolled off me with a smile. “God, this is insane!”

It was, but in the best possible way. I wasn’t running scared because she was a mom and every protective instinct in me rose up when I was around her. It was too fast. It was crazy. I didn’t give a fuck. “Next time I want you on all fours while I fuck you from behind.”

She shivered. “You gonna pull my hair too?”

“Maybe. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” I sat up and pressed one final kiss to her right nipple. “I have some club shit to take care of today, so I’ll have a prospect keep an eye on you.”

“That’s not—”

I sent her a glare over my shoulder and she stopped that line of thought immediately. “It is, and it’s done. I already texted him.”

“Guess you didn’t sleep that well.”

“You’re adorable when you pout. And it was the best damn sleep I’ve had in a long time. Just got shit on my mind.”

“You worried I might have the wrong idea about this. and what it is?”

“No, I just can’t stop thinking about you with tears in your eyes, shaking and scared because of those fucking assholes. I need to take care of them.” I was also thinking about what they could have done—they’d got into the building. If they’d wanted to, they could have hurt Nikki… or worse.

She opened her mouth and then closed it immediately, as if she didn’t want to know what I meant.

Good, then I wouldn’t have to lie to her. “I’ll come back later today. Promise.”

She walked me downstairs, let me kiss her until she melted against me and then locked the door behind me.

I hopped on my bike with a smile, but the more distance between me and Nikki, the more the other image of her invaded my mind. The one where her eyes were red-rimmed and filled to the brim with fear. My hands gripped the bike until my knuckles were white. Anger replaced the carnal satisfaction I felt just moments ago, a justified anger that needed to land somewhere.

Fast.

***

I was on my way back to the clubhouse, but the fates smiled down at me as I passed a popular whorehouse the moment two Blood Fangs assholes walked out. I busted a U-turn and swung around to them. “Late night, fuckers?”

They weren’t drunk off their asses, just enough to make the ass whoopin’ I had planned hurt a little less. “What the fuck do you want?”

I smiled and killed the engine on my bike. “You fucked with a friend of mine. I don’t appreciate it much.”

They exchanged glances and smirked. “Yeah, we scared that radio bitch good.” They laughed until they doubled over as if it was all some big fucking joke.

Too bad the joke was on them. “Hilarious.” I moved closer and hit one with an uppercut that sent him stumbling backwards. “You guys should take your show on the road.” I kneed the other fucker in his nose.

“Son of a fucking bitch!” He covered his nose, but the blood spilled over his fingers and down his hands. “What the fuck?”

“I said she was a friend.” Truth was, she was more than that, but that was my business. “What were you lookin’ for?”

“Her sweet ass.” The first guy I hit was back on his feet and charging towards me like a young bull. “She wouldn’t give it up though.”

Asshole. I pulled my arm back and swung it into his gut as he flew at me, stopping his momentum mid-air. He crumbled to the ground just as I knew he would. “Bitch.”

“Too bad she’s a dead woman,” the other one laughed. “I’m hoping Thrash gives us a few minutes alone with her before we slit her throat and put her in a barrel.”

I tucked that bit of information away for later. For now I was bloodthirsty, and this was the only solution. “In your dreams.” I raised my hands in the air and brought them down on his back until he was face down on the ground. “Leave her alone. Or else.”

“Or else what?” He turned his bloody smile up at me.

“Or else you’ll never see another day.” My foot had a mind of his own, kicking his ribs over and over until he was a groaning heap on the floor. “Just leave her alone and whatever it is you think she knows, I’ll find out and spread it to anyone who’ll listen.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Okay, have it your way.” I lifted my foot and stomped it down on his face before I turned to his buddy and left him with one final jab that sent him to his knees. It wasn’t quite the beating I’d envisioned, but it was enough.

Twenty minutes later I walked into the clubhouse feeling better than I realized but not as good as I thought I would.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Rocky spotted me first, a mug of coffee in his hand and a smirk on his face.

“Ran into a couple of Blood Fangs who were desperately in need of an ass whoopin’.”

Rocky smiled and shook his head. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “Those fuckers busted up Nikki’s radio station. They didn’t go after her, though, just trashed her office like they were looking for something.”

His brows dipped. “What were they looking for?”

I shrugged. “Even she doesn’t know. Nikki’s a radio host, not a journalist.” I thought about what they were looking for a lot and I came up empty.

“You sure?”

I nodded. “She was as confused as anyone. She thought they were storming the station to take her.” The look on her face was one I wouldn’t forget soon.

“Come on. Let’s see if Slate has any ideas.”

I followed Rocky into the office where Slate worked at his computer one handed, the other gripped a bag of cheese puffs. At the other end was Maverick, Gio, and Hollywood. “Don’t you fuckers have women to go home to?”

Gio grinned over his shoulder and flipped me off. “Some of us have work to do.”

“Our boy here was busy beating the shit out of a few Blood Fangs.” Rocky patted me on the back. “And has some info.” Rocky glanced at me and nodded, encouraging me to share my news.

I gave them a brief rundown. “Nikki doesn’t know what they were looking for. Other than the one social media post, she hasn’t actually looked into the dirty councilman.”

“And that fucker is really dirty,” Slate offered around a mouthful of cheesy trash. “He’s not taking payoffs from the Blood Fangs MC, he’s actually the co-owner on several of their business, including brothels and a gun shop. My guess is he’s also got his fingers in the pot on some of their black market businesses.” He pressed a few buttons and pulled up some documents on the big screens. “He’s done fuck all to hide that he’s working with known criminals. It’s sloppy and stupid, which makes him an easy mark.”

“Easy marks are also stupid and weak. He’ll break easily and tell us everything we need to know about the Blood Fangs if we apply the right pleasure.” Hollywood shrugged. “A few threats and he might roll over.”

“Maybe, but the only thing worse than a man with power is a man with just a little bit of power who thinks he’s untouchable.” I shrugged. “He thinks he’s got more juice than he does, which makes him stupid, and stupid is always a threat.”

“Agreed,” Hawk groaned. “We could just drain their accounts and kill them.”

It wasn’t a bad idea, but it was unlike Hawk, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The entire room fell silent at his words.

“What? Fuck,” he growled. “Sorry. Sort of. I’m tired as fuck. Laura is pregnant and all she wants to do is fuck and eat, which would be great if she didn’t want to eat weird shit in the middle of the night.”

We all laughed at his misery.

“You might be tired as fuck, but it’s not a bad idea.” Diesel stood in the doorway with a serious expression on his face. “Did you forget my invite?”

Slate caught him up on the latest details. “We’re just throwing out ideas.”

Diesel’s gaze landed on me. “Nikki all right?”

I gave a short nod. “Shaken up but otherwise okay. I don’t know what the fuck they think she knows or has on them.”

“Maybe they’re trying to get the name of that caller who kind of kickstarted all of this.” Slate smiled at me. “You know, the night you called in?”

Shit. “That’s a good point, but Nikki doesn’t know anything about her callers other the name they give her producer.” And even that could be a phony name. “I wonder what this is really about.”

“Dude, don’t be so na?ve. The Blood Fangs got a good thing going on with a politician who’s probably keeping them out of trouble. They won’t let anyone, or anything get in the way of that. Not even a little bit of harmless gossip that gets actual journalists interested in the story.” Slate pointed to the screens. “Three different stories in the past week alone. Print and digital news.”

Shit. “Which means they might just straight up retaliate?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” he nodded. “These fuckers are twisted, they might go after her just because they’re fixated on her now.”

“Stick close,” Diesel advised. “Where is she now?”

“At home. Pike is looking after her.” I was desperate to get back to her.

“Good. I want to talk to the Sheriff, see what he can offer. You can come with me.” My Prez wasn’t asking so I simply nodded.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Don’t worry lover boy,” Maverick laughed. “I’ll send Grace over to keep your woman company. Sophie has to be close to her daughter’s age, right?”

“She’s not my woman.”

Maverick laughed again, louder and harder. “Sure. Right.”

“Thanks,” I grumbled and left with Diesel.

To talk to Sheriff Cross.