I sat up and shrugged off my jacket as Reed’s hand slid under my shirt, grasping at my right breast. I moaned and laid back down, savoring the warmth of his expert touch as he massaged it. I let my foot slide up his left leg as he lay on the side of me with a sneaky grin. I could feel his bulge growing through his jeans, and I knew what he wanted.
“Isn’t this nice?” I asked, beginning to relax a little. It was like Reed had magical powers over me. I wondered if every woman was this lucky to find a man that drove them crazy like this, or if it was just me. “We get to be alone for a change in a new city. Just the two of us.” The last part came out breathy as his hand slipped down from my breast to my navel and began making circles just the way he might on that special spot. My panties were getting wetter by the moment.
“It’s always nice to be in bed with you,” he growled back softly, bending his head down to mine to nibble and lick at my earlobe. I closed my eyes and sighed, moving my ear into his mouth while his hand traveled down further to the button in my pants. He quickly did away with them, leaving my legs bare and my pink satin panties exposed. I purred and rocked my hips into him as he found my sweet spot, rubbing it just the way I liked.
I flipped over to my side and draped a leg over his back so that as I rocked my hips, they pressed directly into his body. Reed had his poker face on, but I knew it was driving him crazy.
He began to rub me harder, and then I gasped as he slipped a single finger inside my slippery center. My head went back in response. He had all the power over me at that moment, rubbing the inside of my pussy just the right way.
Then, he pushed my back down against the bed and slid my panties right off, making me watch as he slowly took off his jeans and boxers. I was ready to worship at the shrine of his manhood at that point, needing his body so badly to heal my shattered heart and mind.
Suddenly, he dragged me to the end of the bed, spreading my legs so he could wrap each one around him. My heart raced inside my chest at the anticipation as I felt the tip of his shaft knocking at the door to my pussy. Finally, he began to push inside of me, slowly. I hated that, and he knew that. But that was why he always did it.
My center dripped as he slid deeper inside of me, so turned on I could barely stand it. But Reed stood his ground and pumped into me in slow motion, barely hitting my G-spot before pulling back and starting the motion over again.
I used my feet to try and force him to fuck me faster, but he wouldn’t budge; only smiled that deviant smile of his as he continued to tease me with his thick cock.
Finally, I could feel myself getting close when my cell began to buzz. No way was I answering it right now as I began to quiver and pulse with Reed inside of me. I knew who it was and how pissed they would be that I didn’t answer, but I was coming from my boyfriend’s shaft right now.
After he had unloaded into me as well, making me feel warm and satisfied, I shot up and picked it up immediately as it rang again. “He’s ready for the both of you, but he’s not happy about this, Elena. You need to tread lightly. Is there any chance you can leave the hot muscle man behind?” If I hadn’t been so worked up, I would have laughed at Kristie’s assessment of Reed.
“No, sorry.” As soon as I said it, the line went dead. Kristie’s wrath was bad enough to face. He had quite the temper, but she was also my best friend. I didn’t risk a fall out with her over my crazy decisions on this case, but her boss, who I only knew by the generic name John, was another story. I had met him only twice; once on my second ever assignment for the bureau, and then again when I first became a handler for Richard’s sake. Neither had been the most pleasant of meetings.
“Let’s roll,” I announced to Reed, and he immediately snapped into action, handing me a helmet. We hadn’t seen any reason to cover up our identities in Cincinnati. It wasn’t the ideal place for any kind of cartel or sex trafficking ring, and the MCs were both back in Tennessee until I gave the Vipers a different order. It felt better to be more of myself now that I was back where I lived. It was like a test almost, to see if the freer me would still fit in with the cold city I’d run to after the horrors of Texas.
Our recent run-in with the men in blue had Reed driving more carefully, especially now that he knew what was at stake. So, it took quite some time in lunch rush traffic to get to the towering government building downtown where I would find Kristie and John on one of the top floors, guarded by three security checks.
It wasn’t the hassle I expected, telling me they were just as worried about the situation as I was. It was no joke to be involved so deep with two shady organizations who were close to knowing who I was as an FBI agent. The first thing they did was immediately gave Reed security clearance, an honorary title on the project, and a long lecture about how serious the whole thing was. Reed seemed more amused by it than anything. I knew my man could handle anything, especially now that he knew everything. After Jimmy had spilled his guts, I had spilled mine, balling my eyes out for fear of losing Reed. But nothing had changed for us. He was a keeper, and I had no more qualms about accepting the cut.
John took his dear sweet time showing his face, but when he did, I felt myself shivering in my leather boots. He was an intimidating 6’3” and never had a smile on his face. He sat down at the desk without a word, and we were left in the closed office with only the four of us; myself, Kristie, John, and Reed.
“Well, it seems you have gotten yourself into quite the predicament this time, Agent Johnson. You’re very lucky that your target turned out to be relatively innocent. Otherwise, you would have been stripped of your position and reprimanded, possibly thrown out of the country for your reckless behavior. And Kristie, I am disappointed in how you are handling this agent.”
Kristie’s leg was bouncing with anxiety, and I felt incredibly bad for how I had dragged her into my shit. But I stood my ground despite it all, knowing it was the bureau’s job for John to be an asshole. “You know very well I am one of the best damn agents you have, John, so why don’t we get past this lecture and put pen to paper so that that I can get you your bad guys.”
“Fine. But consider yourself on notice, Agent Johnson.” I met him eye to eye and could see in that that he was also intimidated by me. My behavior scared him, and even more so now that I had so much pull with two MCs. I could wreak havoc for him and everyone else in the bureau if I wanted. No way was he letting me walk out of there without meeting my demands now. “The terms are all laid out in this contract; both the Skulls Renegade MC and the Vipers MC remain under our immunity as long as you give us insider information regarding this sex trafficking cartel.”
I read over the contract anyway, knowing how the twist of words could ruin my career and Reed’s life. But there was nothing that I saw out of place. Myself, John, and Kristie all signed, and we were finally out of that stifling office.
“I guess we get to pack up and go back to Tennessee now,” I said with exasperation as I climbed on the back of the bike.
“No way; not yet,” Reed insisted with an obvious smirk in his voice. “I want you to put on your best damn clothes and take me to the best damn restaurant in town. I want to wine and dine my Ol’ Lady in the city before we go back to Kyle and the Vipers and all the drama back there.”
I smiled at the idea. We had already broken so many rules, so why not? “Alright, but I wanna swing by my place,” I told him, giving him the directions. Part of me knew I could use some more clothes from there, but I also wanted Reed to see my real home.
***
I looked hot, and I knew it. I had on a sleek black dress with a daring split all the way up to my hip. I put on stiletto-heeled boots and redid my makeup to perfection. We were seated in a ritzy downtown restaurant; the kind that overlooks the city through all-around glass windows. It was the kind of place where a glass was as much as a bottle elsewhere. But it was amazingly romantic.
I was just leaning over to take a bit of some decadent chocolate cake off his spoon when I heard my name and a familiar
voice. “Elena?”
I slowly lifted my head and found myself face-to-face with Richard, or Dick as I liked to call him. He was alone, and probably there for some lame work meeting in the VIP lounge. He looked as if he had aged a decade since I last saw him. It was the ultimate revenge as his eyes raked over me in that dress, clearly happy with another man already.
“Well, hello there, Dick. It’s good to see you,” I said sarcastically, causing Reed to shoot around and look at my ex.
“Who’s this asshole?” Reed asked with a snicker. “Is this the fiancé you told me about?” I nodded, and Richard looked stunned.
“Who is he?” Richard asked, his brow starting to sweat at the intensity of the encounter. From an outside perspective, Reed was intimidating, and I probably looked more like the woman he met rather than the one he molded me into once he put a ring on it.
“This is Reed. My boyfriend.” I kept it simple, watching the confusion come over him. Had he really thought I was just going to fade away and come crawling back pitiful and alone later? I had never had trouble landing a man, whether the purpose was for a good fuck or commitment. Though, Reed was a special catch.
“Oh, well, you look good,” Richard told me awkwardly before walking away. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the chance meeting and waving my middle finger behind his back. Now I was kind of glad we had stayed in Cincinnati for the night. Otherwise, I never would have gotten to experience that hilarious spectacle. Even in all the chaos that had happened over this assignment, I knew I was better off now than I had been with him.
“I love you, Reed,” I told him flat out, not wanting to make such a big thing of saying it or not anymore.
“Same to you, Siren.”
Chapter 10
Elena
“So, what did you want to talk about, boss?” Dmitri appeared in Reed’s office, which I had on loan for the moment until there was a clear meeting space for the Vipers MC. I still hadn’t officially dealt with the title, and I needed to get things on track with both MCs if I was going to start the process of getting info to take down a Mexican cartel. That shit was serious business. I also needed to make sure that illegal operations were ceased as much as possible. I didn’t want to dabble in the same things as my father.
“We need to talk about the plan going forward. Obviously, Vipers have a territory already, and you guys probably need to get back. I know I am here most of the time because of Reed, but I would like us to share the two territories. Your idea to start up a trade of women just like these guys do, and that’s exactly what I want to happen. I want these women to be given new lives and get out of that shit, Dmitri. I also need to know what kind if shit Jimmy was involved in so we can nip it in the bud.”
Dmitri’s face told it all for me. He looked pained. “You are the Prez now, Elena, but I have a tough time seeing you as anything other than that abused little girl sometimes. It’s how I knew you’d set shit straight. But you’re not going to like what I have to tell you.”
“Go on,” I urged him. I needed to hear every little gory detail.
Dmitri described some horrors that not even I quite expected. Apparently, illegal weapons trade wasn’t enough for my father, even though they made a pretty penny from it. The man had dabbled in the drug trade, sex trafficking (much like what had been suspected of the Skulls), and even child pornography there at the end. Dmitri assured me that the operation had been shut down the moment I had popped a cap into Jimmy’s knees. But hearing what Jimmy had done to women, selling them off to these various rings as well as using the young ones for the pleasure of perverts, I had more determination than ever to turn it around and get these women out of this.
I mulled it all over in my head, knowing that any MC still needed a way to make money, and sometimes it required dabbling in seedy dealings. I was going to have to make a few compromises to keep the MC afloat for the sake of the families as well as to get the money together to buy these women from the cartels.
“Alright, so as far as drugs, I want you to stick to pharmaceuticals and marijuana; nothing shadier than that. Try to keep it as legal as possible. There are places now where you can register to grow the shit and get paid for it. There’s no reason an MC couldn’t make bank off that. The point is to get the Vipers as legit as possible while still staying afloat.”
Dmitri nodded. “That’s all we want, Prez. I think I can make that happen, But what else?”
“Shoot down the gun trade as soon as the current stock is all sold. Then, we can think about going the legal way with that; a pawn shop or something that one of you can run in downtown. I know those make bank.” I was nodding, getting the creative juices flowing. It was in my blood after all, whether I liked it or not.
“Child pornography is fucking disgusting, but I can’t deny there’s money in sex. If there is anyone in the MC savvy at all with directing and film, then you can consider doing some amateur porn films. On the condition that these people are completely willing to star in these films. Do not force anyone into it and make sure they get a cut of the royalties. Got me?” Dmitri nodded in agreement.
“The last thing I need from you is a good setup in Texas for when I’m there. Clean whatever place you’re running there now the fuck up and make me an office that didn’t belong to my damn father.” Dmitri chuckled at that.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He saluted me in jest and left the room, leaving me to contemplate whether I felt worthy of such a position or not. I didn’t know if I was bad enough or good enough.
A knock came at the door, and I called the person in, only to find that it was Reed. “How’d it go, Siren? Did you show him who’s boss?” he asked in a lusty growl pulling me out of my chair and into his arms. He had this way of turning me on in an instant, no matter the time of day or what was going on. I thought back on the first time I landed myself in Reed’s bed and was bewildered by the place we were at now; in love with me wearing his cut.
Reed sucked my lip into his mouth and made me moan loudly. I knew the office was far from sound proof, but I just couldn’t help myself. Things had been a little too business and not enough pleasure.
“You know,” I began, twisting around so that it was him in front of the office chair. “I’ve always wanted to fuck someone in their office.”
Chapter 11
Elena
I looked at the man sitting in my brand-new office with complete disgust, though I wasn’t going to let it show on my face. Seamus had been sent down here to hot-as-hell Texas with me to meet Juan, our most obvious connection to the Mexican cartel I was supposed to be reporting on. Reed had contacted him for me to set up the deal so that Vipers MC could start purchasing women from him as well. I wanted to make sure we got something good out of our work with these filthy assholes. And filthy was no understatement.
The man in front of me, Juan Gonzales, oversaw procuring and transporting women within the cartel. He had been making the transactions with Reed for a couple of years now. It was the only reason he was even giving me a meeting, but he was a pure low life.
His accent was thick, and his clothes were covered in dirt as if he had been rolling around in it all day. My office would need to be fumigated due to the smell once he left the place, and he kept picking at his teeth; which were mostly covered in dirty, gold caps. When he did the picking, it made this awful smacking sound that made me want to lash out and slap him across the face. But I knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere, even with Seamus by my side just in case.
“So, Reed says you want to start buying girls from me like he does. Is that right, chica?” As he said it in his thick Mexican accent, his eyes raked over me like I was a piece of meat, and it made me feel so dirty. I couldn’t imagine what these women and girls he had in his possession were going through with him as their caretaker. He was a sick fuck.
“Yes. I would like to cut a similar deal with you if you’re interested,” I told him flatly. I was beginning to sweat, and I made a note to menti
on to Dmitri about getting some damn air conditioner in there. No way was I doing business in this hell hole without some cool air blowing my way. It was bad enough being back in Texas, to begin with. I hated the memories it brought back.
“That is if you have enough product to offer to us.” I almost gagged at the thought of referring to human beings as objects for sale like that, but if I was going to deal with Juan, I would have to play the part. I could not risk him finding out what I was up to. It could out more than my own life in danger.
“I promise that we have plenty of beautiful women from all over the world to offer you, chica. Whatever you want, they will do for you. We know the best ways to break them.” Juan sounded like a snake as the words slithered off his tongue like he was savoring them. I felt sick to my stomach. All I had to do was make the deal, and then I could throw up all I wanted. It was a mantra I kept going in my head as I stared him down with authority.
“Good. What terms do you propose? I want a good deal here, but I’m not going to go cheap on you if you offer me a good product.” I raised my eyebrows at him for effect, gripping the arms on my seat.
“I am glad to hear it, and I am sure my boss will too. All we require is a trade at the border. We will disclose the location via phone message. I trust you have a phone that can’t be easily traced?” I held up my burner phone and nodded. Little did they know the same phone that was making black market deals would also be informing the FBI about the goings-on with their cartel as soon as I was aware of it. “Bueno. Then, you’ll come with the cash and hand it over to me, and you’ll get the agreed upon number of girls. You can inspect them if you want before you leave. It’s that simple.” Juan shrugged as if it was no big deal. How many of these contracts had he put together over the years? He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s and had probably worked for the cartel a good half of those. I could only hope that between Reed and I we could save a large chunk of these women from going somewhere else where they would have no chance at a happy life.