Page 57 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. This is what I want and I want to be with you.”
I kept my eyes on her as I undid my belt and pushed down my pants. I grabbed my throbbing cock and thrust it deep inside her. We groaned together as I reached into her. Into that sweet tight spot of her.
I fucked her hard, deep. The couch moved with us…thus thud thud… as I plowed my cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I thrust in and in and in. I loved watching her tits bounce under me. I loved how her mouth parted, how she licked her lips with her strawberry pink tongue. We were going to come together. Explode.The next morning, I woke up on the floor.
I had fucked Sabrina so many times that everything was now a haze. However, I woke up knowing that she had slept in my arms last night and that was enough. I looked about and noticed she wasn’t around. An instant fear took hold of me and I jumped up.
Completely naked, I ran into my bedroom and found her sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her head. She had just taken a shower. She smiled when she saw me but she was on the phone.
“Yes, thank you, tomorrow at three. See you then.” She spoke in a clipped formal tone and ended the call quickly.
I wanted to demand who she was speaking to but I held back. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel as if she had just exited one trapped relationship and entered another one. I wanted to keep her safe, not control her. I would have to work on my own insecurities and feelings for her and find the right balance.
“That was Natasha Songfield. The columnist for Scoop.”
“Scoop?”
“The online news agency. You’ve heard of them?” she asked and walked toward me. She came directly into my arms and I wrapped her up. She felt velvety soft, fresh, and clean and everything nice.
“What were you doing talking to a journalist?” I asked, snuggling into her shoulders, nibbling on her earlobe. She was grinning when she pulled away.
“I’ve decided it’s time I bring him down.”
“Him?”
“Daddy.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to talk to this woman. Tell her everything I know. She will know what to do with the information. I want everyone to know who he is and what he is capable of. This city deserves better than a mayor like him.”
I breathed in deeply. This would also mean a lot of spotlight on her, which might lead to me.
“Are you okay with this?” she asked when she noticed my hesitation.
“If this is what you’ve gotta do, then this is what you should do,” I replied.
Sabrina leaned in closer, our lips meeting again in a slow, burning kiss. When I looked into her eyes, I could see them glistening.
“You have no idea how hard I’ve fallen for you,” she said.
“I think I have some idea.”
I pulled her up, settling her in my arms as she giggled. I carried her to the bed where we sank in, our limbs tangling. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way about someone. Especially about someone like her. I didn’t know how well she was going to integrate into my world and if she would even like it here with me, but I damned well was going to try. I wasn’t about to let her go.I brought Sabrina to the clubhouse. Drax had called Church so I knew everyone would be there. When they saw us enter together, my brothers nodded their heads in acknowledgement. Mary-Beth and Sophie nudged each other and had big smiles on their faces. It was pretty obvious to everyone that I had claimed her. Sabrina was officially my woman now.
But this meeting wasn’t about Sabrina.
We were all waiting for Eagle to be brought in. The Presidents and senior members of three other MCs including the Granite Apostles were present here too. We were going to hold trial and give him the punishment he deserved.
In the corner of the room, Crash was sitting in a chair, the ex-President of the Silver Knights. The man who had trusted and put all his confidence in Eagle. He was now a recovering heroin addict and needed constant therapy and help. He was a broken man.
Sabrina stayed close by me. Sometimes, she pressed my hand. There was an eerie silence in the clubhouse till the moment that Eagle was brought in. He had chains on his wrists and ankles. He was led in by Ghost and Bolt.
When we saw Eagle, an instant murmur of anger broke out. Eagle’s actions had hurt everyone in this room. Most of us physically. The bastard felt no remorse. He had no moral rules. He was hungry for power and money and didn’t deserve to be part of any MC.
