Then he gave in and let her have what she wanted, pushing her into a shattering orgasm that had her shoving a fist into her mouth to keep from waking the baby. When she was finished, when she flopped back on the bed utterly shattered, he climbed her body, licking and nipping and sucking her perfect nipples on the way up to her luscious lips.
He hooked a knee and curled it around his hip, then he did the same to the other knee. Finally, he sank into her balls deep, heart pounding, cock aching for release.
“You feel so good, Kayla. So fucking perfect wrapped around me.”
“I love it when you’re inside me,” she moaned. “So much.”
“I love it too,” he said, heart twisting with emotion as the words wrenched from him. He loved fucking her, and he was pretty sure he loved her. He’d never felt like this before, but it was so damned new that he didn’t think he could say the words yet.
But he felt them. He felt them with every thrust, every sizzle of pleasure. He felt them as he dragged another orgasm from her, and he felt them when he finally let go and found his own release deep inside the hottest, sweetest body he’d ever buried his cock in.
Chapter Twenty-One
“There’s fifteen of them,” Viking said, tossing a file onto the conference table in the SEALs’ ready room on Monday morning. “We got a plate number for Gentry and tracked it to an address. He’s not living there anymore. We also have a good shot of him, but not the car that Kayla saw because the street camera had already overwritten the footage.”
Neo reached for the file and the others let him have it first. He flipped open the cover and scanned the contents quickly before shoving it toward his teammates.
“Fifteen,” he said disgustedly. “They were prospects or junior members when we busted up the club.”
“Now they’ve decided to take over and reestablish the organization,” Dirty said as he read over the file after Neo shoved it at him. There were a lot of papers inside, but the ones that mattered to Neo were the brief on the number of current members and the information on Dal Gentry—a big, tattooed motherfucker with a goatee and a mean look—and Steve Dunn.
Gentry was a petty criminal with busts for assault, disturbing the peace, passing bad checks, and domestic violence. He’d never done any significant time. Steve Dunn was a lot younger than James, the son of his father and second wife. He’d come into the club a few years after James, and he’d been working his way through the ranks. His record was clean, which was why he got to visit his half-brother in prison. He was the perfect conduit for orders passing between Dunn and Gentry.
“It was probably inevitable,” Viking replied to Dirty. “They’re a brotherhood. Like us in a perverse way, with their own rules and hierarchies.”
“Except for the fact they’re fucking criminals,” Neo replied, his brain churning with anger and a determination to find and stamp out every last asshole who wore the Kings of Doom patch on their cut. They’d threatened his woman and child, and he wasn’t letting that stand. He didn’t care who was in charge or what their internal politics were. They all needed to go, and he was going to be the one who cut them down if that’s what it took.
He’d left Kayla early that morning, still sleepy and soft in their bed, her lush body wrapping around his only an hour before as he’d stroked deep inside her and made them both come. Then he’d got up, showered, dressed, made coffee and wrote her a note that he’d left on the counter near the coffee pot. He’d decided to leave a note every single day he was with her. She needed to start each day with someone telling her how fucking awesome she was. If he didn’t do it, who would?
When he had to deploy, he’d try to write them out beforehand and instruct her to read one every day he was gone. He might not write enough of them, because he never knew exactly how long he’d be gone, but in that case he’d tell her to start over at the beginning and reread them all until he returned.
The note he’d left this morning told her how amazing she was, and how much he loved her perfect body. Maybe it should have said that he loved her, but he wasn’t completely comfortable with that thought yet. How did you tell a woman you’d been married to for three days that you thought you might be in love with her? Especially a woman like Kayla who was used to people bailing on her or not being what they’d purported to be in the first place?
“Yeah, they’re definitely fucking criminals,” Money grumbled as he flipped through the papers. “Assault, battery, passing bad checks, domestic violence, soliciting. Not as bad as the asswipes we helped collar a few months ago, but they just didn’t have time to get there yet.”
“They want to get there,” Neo said. “And they need money to do it. Partly why they decided to target Kayla.” He frowned. “Dunn has to know she doesn’t have that kind of money, so why try it?”
“If they’ve surveilled her at all, then Dunn knows she’s lived with me and Bailey,” Camel said. “We bought the house, so he might think we could get a loan for the cash if we didn’t already have it.”
Viking nodded. “That’s a good guess. They don’t care if she has it or not, just that she can find it.”
Neo’s belly tightened. “Yeah, but do any of us think all they want is 75k? They’re a motorcycle gang with a code of honor, and Kayla is a traitor in their eyes. If not for her, their officers
