CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Danielle

Austin cracked a semblance of a smile and then it was done. This feud they’d had for ten years was over. I shook my head. It must be pretty awesome to be a guy some days.

The rest of the night was somewhat uneventful. Food was eaten, booze was consumed, and I finally got to find out if the bed in Austin’s room was as comfortable as it seemed. It was.

Especially when I was kneeling between his legs and drawing his cock deep into my mouth, his hands gripping my head. I was quickly figuring out why Kim loved this so much. I gripped the base of him with my hand squeezing gently as I sucked a little harder. I knew I’d hit the mark when Austin began to fuck my mouth, his hips surging up faster and faster.

“Babe,” he rasped, and I smiled. I moved my hand in time with my mouth and he groaned. “I’m gonna come.”

I kept going.

“Babe, I’m gonna come.”

I raised my eyes. “Come,” I mumbled, his thickness still filling me.

He did. “Fuck.”

I waited until he relaxed and then gave one more suck, kissing the tip of his cock before crawling up his body. “Ohmigod, that was so fun.”

“You lied when you said you’d never done it before.”

I giggled. “I totally didn’t, but I love you for saying it.”

He cupped my cheek. “Baby, I’m not kidding. Best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“I’m not just saying that.” He pulled me closer and kissed me.

“Beginner’s luck?”

“No. I think it’s us,” he said. “Never been in love before, so it’s probably just our perfection as a couple.”

I laughed. “And Annie doesn’t think you’re romantic.”

“I’m romantic because it’s you.”

I sat up and then straddled his hips. “Wanna get romantic again?”

He chuckled. “What did you have in mind?”

“My turn to romance you.”

“Romance away, baby.”

A more beautiful challenge had never been given, and I turned my beginner’s luck into pure unadulterated experience.

***

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, I was standing in Austin’s bathroom applying a little lipgloss when he walked into the room, his usual biker uniform nowhere to be seen. He still wore the jeans and cut I loved a little too much, but he had on a long-sleeved, soft T-shirt a deep blue that matched his eyes.

I smiled and tilted my head. “You look unbelievably hot, if not rather conservative.”

“Meeting your parents, babe. Want to be respectful.”

I slid my hands to his neck. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He grinned and kissed me quickly. “Ready?”

I nodded and followed him out of the bedroom and grabbed my purse. He took my hand as we headed to the garage and opened the truck door for me before climbing in himself. We stayed connected as we drove to my parents’ home and it helped calm my excited nerves.

My parents lived in the Felida, a place that used to be filled with farms and homes on large parcels of land. Now it was filled with mini mansions, newer custom homes jammed close together, and some of the higher earning executives in the Portland metro area chose to live here. My parents’ home overlooked the river just off Lakeshore. I had been born in this house, as had my brother and sister. But the sad reality was, that unless I got my money back, I’d never be able to afford to live in the exclusive area.

Austin pulled his truck into the driveway and parked. He jogged to my side of the truck and opened the door, pulling me close and kissing me once I stepped out.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Excited,” I said. “You?”

He grinned. “Once I meet your family, it’s forever, so, yeah. Excited.”

I snorted. “Even if you weren’t meeting them, honey, you’re kind of stuck with me.”

He kissed me again. “Even better.”

He opened the back door of the truck cab and grabbed the flowers he’d brought for my mother, the wine I chose for dinner, and then locked up his truck.

I took the wine and linked my fingers with his, tugging him to the door. My parents rarely locked the front door, so I pushed it open and giggled when I found my mom walking towards us. “Have you been watching from the window?”

She laughed. “I won’t answer that question.”

“Good idea,” I said, and pulled Austin forward. “Mom, this is Austin. Austin, this is my mom.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Harris.” He handed her the flowers.

“These are beautiful. Thank you.” My mom pulled him in for a hug. “You can call me Brenda. Come and meet the rest of our crazy crew.”

We followed my mom to the back of the house where the kitchen and great room were filled with my family. Elliot took over the introductions while I joined my sister and mother in the kitchen to help.

“Crap,” my mom said. “I’m one stick of butter short.”

“I’ll run next door and see if Missy can spare one,” I offered.

“Thanks, honey, that would be great.”

I smiled and made my way to where Austin had made himself comfortable on the sofa, my brother and brother-in-law in a full-on debate about which football team was better, while Austin and my father sipped their beers and watched.

I leaned over him and kissed him. “I’m running next door to grab some butter.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“I’m quite capable to walking a few yards for butter. Stay here and relax.”

He smiled up at me and kissed me once more, and I grabbed my jacket and headed outside.

* * *

Booker

Dani had been gone for almost twenty minutes and I was getting anxious. “Dani’s been gone a while.”

Elliot chuckled. “Missy’s probably talking her ear off.”

I nodded, but it didn’t make me feel better. Five minutes later, I stood and grabbed my jacket. “Where’s this Missy person’s house?”

“I’ll come with you,” Elliot offered, and led me from the house.

We walked next door and knocked on the door. An older woman, probably in her sixties answered the door. “Well, hi there, Elliot.”

“Hey, Missy. We’re just looking for Dani. Is she still here?”

“Still? She hasn’t been here at all, honey.”

“Shit,” I snapped, and pulled out my cell phone. Dani hadn’t taken her phone with her, so I didn’t have a trace on her. I called Train, but he didn’t answer, so I called Mack.

“Yo,” Mack said.

“Dani’s missing, and I can’t find Train.”

“You track her?”

I rubbed my forehead. “Her cell phone, yeah, but she doesn’t have it with her.”

“We’ll find her, brother,” Mack promised.

I hung up at the same time Elliot did.

“Got my team on it,” Elliot said.

“Mine too,” I said.

Elliot nodded.

My phone rang and I saw Train’s name pop up. “Where the hell are you?”

“Saw her get pinched, brother. Two guys, black Escalade. They’re heading into Gresham.”

“I’m on my way. Call me when you have an address.”

Train hung up and I made a run for my truck… Elliot followed, jumping into the passenger seat just in time as I reversed out of the driveway. I sped toward Gresham, uncaring I was in my truck with a cop. I needed to find Dani.

Elliot was on his phone the entire time, either filling his father in on what was going on or talking to his partner. He’d also called in a buddy’s FBI team who worked out of Portland since they were familiar with Gresham, and the scumbag sect that inhabited parts of it.

Train texted an address in a more rundown area of the city, and I arrived to find several of my brothers… some on their bikes, a couple in trucks… all armed and amped up to fight. I couldn’t worry about the fact that my club was about to collide with the law. Right now, I’d do anything to make sure Dani was safe. I grabbed my gun from the glovebox and climbed out of the truck.

A black SUV pulled in behind my truck and Dallas Stone exited, along with another man who I didn’t recognize.

“Booker,” Dallas said with a nod. “My partner, Brock.”

I gave him a chin lift. “Can’t touch the club, Dallas.”

“Not here to bust the club, Book. Macey likes your girl, so we’re here off the record.”

I nodded and joined Train. “Where?”

Train nodded toward a blacked out industrial building about a block down from where they were standing. “They went around the back.”

I nodded and started toward the building. “Follow me.”