Thor (The Black Hornets MC Book 5) Page 5

  Like he had already memorized my schematics.

  I lost myself in the fire. In the electricity surging through my gut. My mind sputtered. My legs quivered. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him for dear life. I managed to find the strength to roll my hips into him, swallowing even more of his cock down. Every inch. Every drop of precum. Every carnal desire. My body absorbed it. Committed it to memory as he fucked me against that wall.

  Then, my gut clenched.

  “I feel you,” Thor murmured.

  He pulled back just enough from my lips to gasp out.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I breathed.

  “You better.”

  He slammed into me and our worlds collided. My head fell into the wall and his lips fell to my neck. My back arched. My nails curled into his rippling back. I felt every muscle of his working for my pleasure as they rolled underneath his taut, tanned skin. The beast of a man filled the room around us with the sounds of skin slapping skin. His legs pumped. His pelvis thrusted. His cock thickened against my walls as his hips began to stutter. My pussy pulled him deep. My thighs clamped down around his hips.

  “Yes. Thor. Fuck,” I choked out.

  “Go. Now,” he commanded.

  My body unleashed. My heels dug into the small of his back as his fingers curled into my hips. His chest pressed into mine. His teeth sank into my neck. It was dirty. It was quick. And it was exactly what I needed. My body unraveled. My pussy milked his dick. I felt him spill within me, his hips stuttering and eventually stilling against my own.

  He panted into my neck as he kissed the marks he left behind. Shivering me with each pucker of his soft, warm mouth.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  I felt him chuckle into my neck as he slowly pulled his cock from between my legs. He was shaking. Trembling from his orgasm. Yet, he still stood strong. He helped me back down to my feet and I scrambled to get my clothes on, feeling suddenly self-conscious. I had scars I didn’t want people to see. Evidence of an inability to cope with my trauma before I found working out. Training. The gun range.

  I pulled my panties and pants back on, listening as he shoved his thick cock back into pants that never made it past his knees.

  “Still doesn’t change anything,” Thor said.

  I slowly looked over at him as sweat trickled down the back of my neck. The room tilted as pleasure still wafted through my veins. But I tried to stand as strong as I could.

  “What?” I asked breathlessly.

  He chuckled again. Like he knew my weakened state.

  I didn’t like that. I didn’t like him laughing at me.

  “You and Liv still have to get back to the hotel room,” Thor said.

  “Really? That’s what’s on your mind right now?” I asked.

  His eyes connected with mine as he straightened out his shirt.

  “Yes,” he said.

  Wow.

  That hurt more than I figured it would.

  “It isn’t safe for you two to be out in public right now,” he said.

  “Pretty sure this is the most I’ve ever gotten you to talk. If I had to fuck you to get you going, I would’ve done it days ago,” I said.

  Something passed over his face, but the room was too dark for me to catch what it was.

  “Fine. We’ll head back to the room. But you’re going on a beer run. I can’t be cooped up with you both for days on end without it,” I said.

  “Fine,” he said.

  I made my way for the door. I unlocked it as the scent of us swirled around in the air. A small part of me regretted our interaction. Regretted how I felt about him. About his touch. About his answers to my questions.

  Get it together, Willow. He’s just some guy.

  “Oh, and by the way?” I asked.

  I slowly peeked over my shoulder as Thor looked over at me.

  “That’s how I get out of it,” I said, grinning.

  And his chuckle followed me all the way into the back room as I ventured back to the bar.

  Chapter 8

  Thor

  “Look, here’s the case the police have against Diego,” Colt began.

  “And this is all from that DEA agent?” Jace asked.

  “She’s got a name, and it’s Olivia,” Colt said.

  “Uh huh,” Maverick said, grinning.

  “You’re falling for her, aren’t you?” Jagger asked.

  “Too late,” I murmured from the corner.

  Dean had called church, which meant one of two things. Either Willow and Olivia stayed unprotected while I went, or they came with us. Both of which had their own risks. But, after weighing the pros and cons of the risks and possible interactions, I decided to bring them with me. They followed me out to the lodge. Olivia’s car was parked behind everything in the shadows. I put them in a room at the back of our lodge and eyed every one of my club members as they looked at me with weird looks.

  They wanted me to take care of them, so they had to trust my fucking judgment.

  “Anyway, so far it’s proceeding well. They’ve interrogated Diego and, apparently, he really enjoys singing in order to save his own ass. They’ve got him on multiple charges, and rumor has it they’re going to be giving him a plea deal,” Colt said.

  “What kind of fucking deal?” Dean asked.

  “One that still puts him behind bars for twenty to twenty-five but gives him a chance of parole at fifteen. It’s the best he’ll get, and Liv tells me they’re working on the deal now,” Colt said.

  “Liv, huh?” Duke asked, chuckling.

  I grinned from the corner as all the guys smirked at Colt.

  I couldn’t blame them. Colt gave everyone shit for always sticking their dicks in women they had no business being with. He was the first one to pipe up about his disappointment with Jace and what he’d gotten himself into with Leti. He was the first to almost kill Duke after everything that had come to light about his sister and their child. He hated love. He hated the idea of it. The concept of it. He purposefully distanced himself from people so he wouldn’t get tangled up in that complicated mess.

  And yet, he had chosen the most complicated woman of all.

  “Are any of you fuckers listening to me?” Colt asked.

  “I am,” Dean said.

  “Good. At least someone is,” Colt murmured.

  “How is Project Protection going?” Jagger asked.

  Everyone peered over at me and I pushed off the wall. I walked out of the shadows as my eyes connected with everyone’s. Then, I slowly nodded my head. It was going fine. Things were good. The hotel was secured, thanks to Willow and that technological brain of hers. And even though we’d had that little hiccup with the bar, the past few days hadn’t been too bad.

  Willow had fought me less and less on things.

  Something I was very thankful for. Because that woman was exhausting.

  “Does Diego have a court date yet?” Dean asked.

  Colt shook his head. “No. Not yet. If he doesn’t take the plea deal, a court date will be established. But until then, he’s sitting in gen pop at the county jail.”

  “I don’t like that,” Dean said.

  “I mean, at least he’s off the streets. Fuck only knows where Alejandro is at this point. He’s another big dog we have to track at some point in time,” Jagger said.

  “Newbie’s right. He’s still running around out there, and Gabby’s family is still in the safehouse,” Maverick said.

  “The agreement was that, in exchange for me getting out of jail and us keeping our noses clean, that we hand Diego over to the authorities. Now, they’re focused on him and the cartel and not on us. We can get our protection operations back up and running. Get in touch with the High Rollers. Get money back in our pockets,” Colt said.

  “I still don’t like the fact that Diego hasn’t been dealt with,” Dean said.

  “But he’s been dealt with. He was arrested. He’s squealing like a damn pig. If he makes it to trial day, he
won’t last in jail with being a rat,” Jace said.

  “Well, why do they get the chance to take him out?” Dean asked.

  My eyes fell heavily onto our president.

  “What?” I asked.

  Everyone looked back at me before turning their eyes back to Dean.

  “I’m with Thor on this one,” Maverick said.

  “What I’m saying is simple. We nip this shit in the bud now. We need the DEA and everyone else to go back to their day jobs so we can get back to ours. We send one of our guys into gen pop. Get him arrested for something or some shit. And we take out Diego. Simple as that,” Dean said.

  “Dean, that’s madness,” Jace said.

  “That literally makes no sense,” Jagger said.

  “The authorities are dealing with him. That was the deal,” Colt said.

  “And now, I’m proposing a different deal,” Dean said.

  “My ass is the one on the line here!” Colt exclaimed.

  “All of our asses are on the line!” Dean roared.

  All of us fell silent and my eyes peered over to the room down the hallway. I watched Willow and Olivia’s shadows move underneath the door. Their shadows stopped, like they were listening to what was going on.

  I moved to the end of the hallway to try and block the sound of the meeting. Absorb it with my body.

  “Our children are on the line for this. These drugs are already making their way into the schools. Spreading out because we can’t contain shit in our own town,” Dean said.

  “But taking out one drug lord isn’t going to help that problem. For all we know, someone’s already assumed Diego’s position,” Colt said.

  “Yeah and taking calls from Diego every day. That bastard gets one phone call. Two or three, if he makes connections while in gen pop. And you know how these druggie bastards work. They always make connections,” Dean said.

  “Sending one of our guys in there is risky, at best. One on one combat isn’t what we do unless we have to,” Maverick said.

  “You want Gabby’s family out of that safehouse?” Dean asked.

  “Not a good example,” Jace said.

  “You want Leti and your unborn child safe?” Dean asked.

  Jagger groaned. “Dean, you’ve been playing the immediacy game for weeks. And it’s gotten us—”

  “Silence!” Dean roared.

  All of us looked around at each other, and I saw the unease on their faces. Every single one of them were thinking exactly what I was. Dean had officially come unhinged. I looked at Colt and he looked back at me. I waited for someone to throw the motion onto the floor. I waited for someone to step up. I couldn’t throw the motion. I wasn’t technically part of the inner circle. I was the muscle for the inner circle. The one that watched out for their asses. I could vote if the moment called for it, but I couldn’t bring a motion to change or alter anything.

  I waited for someone to say, “all in favor of overriding Dean.”

  But, no one did.

  “Then, let’s vote on it,” Jace said.

  “No vote,” Dean said.

  “We have to vote, Dean,” Jagger said.

  “Not in circumstances like this,” Dean said.

  Maverick furrowed his brow. “Those are only emergency motions. This isn’t—”

  “If none of you think this is an emergency, then you clearly don’t see the threat that man poses. He’s communicating with his minions on the outside. You know it. He will have already appointed someone for his position because he’s been alive long enough to do it. The authorities can only chase what they can prove. But we can do something more about it,” Dean said.

  “And you think that killing Diego’s going to give you that ‘something more,’” Colt said.

  The two of them stared at one another, silently facing off.

  “Yes. I do. No vote. I’m using the emergency clause written in the bylaws of this group. We’re taking Diego out,” Dean said.

  Everyone looked at me. Like I was supposed to fucking do something about it. So, without pausing, I nodded. For now, we needed to keep the peace until all of us could get together and figure out how the fuck to remove Dean from his position. All of the men nodded after I did, then Dean let out a sigh of relief.

  “Good. For a second there, I thought you assholes were considering some bullshit mutiny or something,” Dean said.

  Not a single one of us moved as Dean closed his eyes.

  “Give me some time to come up with a plan, and we’ll reconvene to hash out the details. But for now, church is dismissed,” he said.

  We watched our president walk down the hallway before shutting himself in his office. And the second his door locked, I pulled myself from the entryway of the hallway. I walked over to the guys, who all had their heads turned facing Dean’s office door. We all watched his shadow retreat to his desk, and the second we heard his “thinking music” come on, Jace piped up.

  “Dean needs to be shut down,” he said.

  “I’m so fucking glad someone finally said it,” Maverick said.

  “Keep it down,” Colt murmured.

  “What the hell has gotten into him? How are we supposed to take Diego out? That doesn’t even make sense,” Jagger said.

  “Wrong question,” I said.

  “The real question is, how do we remove Dean from his position without causing some sort of civil war within the club?” Colt asked.

  The million-dollar question. And when it was posed, none of us had an answer.

  Not even myself.

  Chapter 9

  Willow

  My mind spun as all of us left the bar. Olivia on the back of Colt’s bike and myself on the back of Thor’s. We had to get back to the hotel room so Liv could get her car and get herself back to work. I didn’t know what had happened in that meeting. There was some yelling and some commotion we overheard, but when we pressed our ears to the door, shit shut up. I mean, it almost went dead silent. Like they were trying to intentionally keep something between them. It didn’t seem to bother Liv. And I knew why. She was used to leading this type of life.

  But I wasn’t.

  “You good?” Thor asked.

  I nodded against his back as the four of us whipped through the desert. The guys stuck to back roads and dirty roads, which meant my face was planted into his leather jacket quite a bit. Liv had to get back to her car so she could get to work, which was an insanely convoluted process. One that could be deterred simply by her revealing her relationship with Colt.

  I understood why she didn’t want to tell anyone until after the trial, but still. Having to sneak around on top of already sneaking around was growing old.

  And quickly.

  We pulled up into the parking lot of the hotel and I slipped off Thor’s bike quickly. I enjoyed hanging onto him a little too much, and we needed distance. My cheeks already flushed. My legs already pulsated. Not a good combination when I was about to be alone with the man. I hugged Liv goodbye before Colt rode off, and Liv quickly got into her car to head to work.

  And Thor? Well, he stayed on my heels while we made our way up to the hotel room.

  “What do you think about this threat?” Thor asked.

  He closed the hotel room door as he walked in and I sat right back at my laptop. My eyes scanned the screens, trying to ignore his question. I didn’t want to be friendly with him. We’d been friendly enough. The last thing we needed to add to this scenario were even more complications with what was going on.

  But I felt that intense gaze of his on me and it shook me to my core.

  “Willow.”

  I had to bite back a moan at how good my name sounded in that thunderous voice of his.

  “Are you listening to me?” he asked.

  “No,” I said.

  I saw him grin out of the corner of my eye as he approached me. Loomed over me. Gazed at my laptop while I tried to get new angles on the cameras.

  “What are you doing?” Thor asked.

 
I sighed. “I’ve tapped into the cameras and I’ve slowly been moving them a couple of millimeters or so everyday.”

  “Wait, you’re controlling the movement of the cameras?”

  “Yes?”

  “Jace would hate you,” he murmured.

  “Who?”

  “No one,” he said.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Why are you doing that?”

  I slowly turned my face and looked up at him. I watched him look down at me. Watched him gaze into my eyes from his perch. That thick black hair I wanted to run my fingers through. That soft lower lip that felt so good against my skin. Those dark brown eyes that held so much intensity, yet somehow had a bit of softness to them.

  “What?” Thor asked.

  “This is the most I’ve ever heard you talk,” I said.

  He shrugged. “Want me to go back to being silent?”

  “I’m not sure yet.”

  “Well, when you know, let me know,” he said.

  I furrowed my brow before turning my attention back to my laptop.

  “I’m slowly moving the cameras to get better shots of the elevators, the front lobby doors, and the main desks. I’ve got partial views of them, but I’d like them fully in my view if I can have it,” I said.

  “And you’re doing that all from your laptop.”

  “I am.”

  Thor moved, sitting down beside me as the chair underneath him groaned.

  “If you’re not careful, your ass will be on the floor,” I said.

  “Won’t be the first time,” he said, chuckling.

  My head whipped over to him. The man was grinning. Laughing. Well, not full-on belly laughter. But it might as well have been for how silent Thor usually was.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why the sudden opening up?”

  His eyes whipped down my body and I rolled my eyes.

  “Because we fucked,” I said.

  “Not just that,” Thor said.

  “But mostly that.”

  “Maybe sixty percent.”

  “Uh huh. I’m that good, then. Huh?” I asked.

  “No,” he said.

  “Wow. How flattering.”

  “You were just that vulnerable. And that type of vulnerability warrants some trust.”