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“You ready for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, her legs opening wide for me to fit between them, but I don’t go between them. Instead, I lift them over my shoulders, bending her in half, then dive deep.
Once we finish, Eden curls up into my chest and falls asleep. I don’t let her stay that way for long, though. I wake her up two more times to fuck her senseless again.
And she thanks me each time.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Zeke
Fuck guard duty.
Eden put me on watch after Church, which means I’m wandering around the farmhouse like a pissed-off ghost, a gun at my hip just in case, and a scowl on my face.
This isn’t where I want to be. I want to be at the bakery, waiting for Kira to get off work so I can walk her to her car, or even better, maybe take her to dinner. With everything going on, possible and confirmed threats at every turn, I can’t leave Eden alone. As much as her attitude pisses me off, I’m not going to let some creep who’s asking about Julia get to her either.
Everything is quiet as I move through the house. Well, mostly quiet. I hear faint sounds coming from up the stairs in the direction of Eden’s room and know she and Savage are going at it as usual. Once they admitted their feelings for each other, they haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other. They’re honestly unbearable most of the time, especially since I’ve never seen Eden give up control to anyone. With Savage, she melts, and the hard shell she shows everyone else is gone. At least around me and Eli, since we’re safe. I doubt she’d let that happen in front of anyone else. She can’t appear weak, and she’d sooner make Savage leave than let him take care of her in front of the club or the people we deal with outside the club.
I walk around the grounds and sit on my bike, the only thing lighting the area is the full moon overhead. I close my eyes and listen for a while, knowing anything that might sneak up on me would have to break the silence that’s polluted by the sound of crickets. After a few hours of nothing, Rebel comes out to relieve me, giving me a few hours of sleep.
The next morning, Justice and I are up with the sunrise, riding out into town to do a sweep. We drive down the main road and up the side streets, even slipping into the residential areas to look for any sign that trouble is near. We see the black truck that was following Justice and Eden, but it doesn’t do any good. It was abandoned, and the rental company reclaimed it, so it just sat on the lot, waiting for someone else to come rent it.
Whatdoescatch my attention is the pair of bikes outside the motel on the edge of town. I know every single bike from our own club and most from clubs whose people might pass through here. Neither of them looks familiar to me.
I signal to Justice to pull over with me, and we park our bikes far enough away to not make any noise and alert whoever is inside. We walk up the road to the motel, and I quickly snap a picture of each of the license plates. If Eli can’t figure out who they belonged to, I’m sure our friends at the sheriff’s office could help out.
Justice notices one of the room doors opening, and as much as I want to stay and see who comes out of it, to see if it’s anyone we know, he pulls on my arm.
“Come on,” he says. “If they know we’re watching them, we won’t get another shot to keep track of them. They’ll ghost.”
I growl in frustration but follow him around the corner and out of sight before hearing the engines of the strange bikes roar to life and pull away, thankfully in the opposite direction of where Justice and I had parked.
After a few hours with no other leads or issues, we head into the downtown area where the bakery is. I see Kira’s car in the lot, the only one there besides a car that looks familiar. I don’t make a note of it, however. Whoever it belongs to is local, since it’s usually in that lot, which means it probably belongs to someone who works there or who lives above one of the businesses.
I motion for Justice to pull over, and we drive into the lot and park our bikes. I pull off my helmet, and Justice does the same, a shit-eating smirk on his face.
“What?” I ask, feeling irritated.
“Nothing,” he says, though his tone says it’s a lot more than nothing.
“I’m hungry. Figured we could stop for a bite.” I try to sound casual, but over his shoulder, I see Kira come out from the back, and my words sound almost anxious with my need to get closer.
“Bet there’s something you’d like to take a bite out of,” he says, following my gaze.
I punch him in the shoulder, and he fakes being really hurt for a second before laughing. “Come on, man. I’m not gonna see you mooning over some girl and not give you a little shit. It’s about time you found someone you cared about like that.”
“You don’t think I’m being an asshole fighting Eli for her?” I ask.
He shrugs, walking toward the bakery. “Eli’s fighting just as hard from what I’ve seen. The only reason I’d say either of you is being an asshole is that we need to work together and stay a team, not undermining each other over a girl.”
“She’s not just any girl,” I admit. I’ve said as much to Eli, but he doesn’t believe me. I wonder if Justice will.
“Maybe not. But he’s not just anyone’s brother. He’s yours. Something to think on.” Justice gives me a look that says he’s done as he opens the door to the bakery.
When we get inside, Julia is there, too, and she and Justice say a brief tense hello. She ignores me completely, which I’m fine with. She and Justice have no personal beef, but she’s pretty pissy with the whole club.
“Hey, Zeke,” Kira says, coming out of the back, her eyes practically sparkling. “And… Justice, right?”