Grace's POV
I saw the freezer standing in the corner. It was a rather big box that could easily hide a person. The lid was cracked open because it wasn’t plugged in, so it was easily accessed. But opening it, I couldn’t really see how anything could be hidden in here! Everything was just plain gray metal!
“Let me,” Prez gently nudged me aside, and I went to hold the lid open. He started knocking on the side, where they looked to be a rectangular shape, but--- wasn’t that just the motor?
He flipped out a knife--- seriously?! Where did he hide all of these weapons?! The next thing you knew, he’d be hauling a grenade out his ass and had TNT in his pants…!
I couldn’t help but grin at that last thought, imagining his proud erect cock with TNT tattooed on the side. Perhaps he might be packing dynamite if all the Riders were as good as Cracker proclaimed Steel was--- and at that, my pussy once again reminded me, that BOB wasn’t
Prez’s POVI admired Cracker’s spunk, but--- there was no fucking way that Steel was going to let his woman be in any danger. Hell, the guy had already almost lost her once, I didn’t even fault the guy for not wanting to tempt faith.Even if it was a good idea…And it’s not like he didn’t have reason to worry. People had been calling us and telling us how they’d been approached by strangers who were asking about us. About our numbers and our security. And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace…Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo.
Cracker’s POV“This is getting ridiculous!”Ok, so I was a little pissed. It had been a week and absolutely nothing had happened! Other than going to work with Steel hot on my heel for the past five days and not allowed to even go to the bathroom alone, Jones along with everyone else, had remained completely under the radar. No more mysterious deaths, no cops creeping around the property, and no strange extortion schemes.Everything was quiet.Too quiet!“Oh yeah?” Grace countered from behind the desk, using Cook’s kitchen as her own. “What’s that?”“This!” I exclaimed and folded my arms frustrated over my chest. “Just waiting around? What the fuck?”I hated the waiting game. And what
Knives’s POV“Why are you looking at me like that?”I asked, as Bunny sat across from me and stared at me intently. If he were going to ask for a threesome, the answer would be no! I was too damn tired after these last couple of weeks. After pulling every single available shift at the shop, booking and solving as many cases as I could and then gathering intel on Jones’s and Jake’s associates---Yeah, I was beat.It was now two in the morning, and I was finally back at the club. After a strong drink, I was hitting the bunk, getting some shuteye, and then be ready to roll out at 6 to do some more reconnaissance before the shop opened at 8.As if my brain were eagerly agreeing with me, I let out a loud yawn. Not that there was anyone there to be bothered by it. Apart from a few prospects, there was only me and Bunny there. And Cobalt, but he rarely left the bar until four or five in the morning,
Grace’s POVI was just shimming into one of Prez’s old T-shirts when I caught him staring at me from the bedroom door. He didn’t even hide the way he took in the sight before him, drinking in and appreciating my legs and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra.“Hey!” I said, suddenly feeling shy and blushing so hard, it might be the reason the poles were melting. My hands came up and covered the hardening nipples. Not that that helped much, since that only pulled the shirt up and revealed my newly shaven pussy. After having Prez gone down on me – not once, but twice – untrimmed, I’d shaven the bitch within an inch of her life, not willing to risk anyone meeting my puff ever again.And Prez seemed to appreciate it…“What?” he asked innocently and strolled on over as if he didn’t have a care in the world. And like he wasn’t the finest piece of man-flesh God ever put on this earth! With nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and two beers in his hand, he looked good enough to eat!Aft
Prez's POVHer question brought me out of my rage, and my attention focused back on her. Why should it make me any less of a man? The question replayed in my head over and over again, but I didn’t seem to be able to answer it. Not really, anyway. There was this picture in my head that I thought a man should be, but…“They were things out of our control, but we got through it, and we moved on.”Her soft voice continued to draw me in and lure me away from the darkness that consumed that part of my mind. It faded until there was nothing left and all I could see was the way she looked at me. The way that made me feel good about myself and--- and the way she fit so perfectly here in my lap.MINE!“That’s the important part, Prez,” she smiled at me gently, and her warmth made my heart skip a beat. “If anything, it only makes me admire your strength even more.”She pus
Prez’s POVI felt Grace sneak her arm around me, and to be honest, it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt. To have her arms come around my waist and hold me, I felt like I was about to reach the seventh heaven. Just when I felt like I’d been through an emotional meat grinder, having her hold me was just the medicine that the doctor ordered…I placed my hands over hers before spinning around and pulling her into my arms. Breathing her in calmed me faster than a cool beer on a hot summer’s day. And fuck it, if I sounded like a pussy so be it. I needed her damn it and I was fucking keeping her whether she liked it or not!MINE!“Thanks,” she said softly, her voice sounding sweet and luring to my ears. Like I’d just been hovering over a black abyss, but she’d been there to pull me away from the darkness.It felt good being needed…She took my hand and took me to the couch. I sat down, watching as she went to the fridge