Page 49 of Best Laid Plans

Faster and faster I fuck her, staring into her eyes as I do, tying her to me in yet another way.

Mine. She’s finally fucking all mine.

I sound like a caveman, and I don’t give a single fuck.

“Touch yourself, Lil. I want to feel you come undone.”

Cupping her breast with one hand so she can play with her nipple, she slides the other between us, stroking her clit in that practiced way. I’m not going to last much longer. This is too much, too fucking perfect.

“Kieren!” she gasps out, her hips lifting as I plant myself deep and come with a roar, the moment triggering her release too. She yells so loudly that Lucy runs into the room before turning tail and leaving again.

I chuckle as I catch my breath, burying my face in her hair, my softening cock still inside her. “I think we’ve traumatized the dog.”

She giggles as I lift my head to look at her.

“On the plus side, you’ve ruined me for all men.”

“Yeah?”

Her hand slips around my tags as she pulls my head down, her lips brushing against mine. “Oh yeah.”

* * *

“Wow, this place looks amazing. How on earth did you get it done so quickly?”

“It was already a racetrack of sorts, just not on this scale. Capone and Circus worked their asses off with their teams to get it done. Even I can’t believe what they pulled out of the bag.”

“They were dynamite together,” she whispers, still trying to get her head around losing Capone and how Circus looks so damn lost without him.

I slide my arm around her back, resting my hand on her hip, pulling her closer so I can kiss her temple. “You were close?” I ask softly.

She looks up at me as I let her see that there is zero judgment in my eyes.

“Not like I am with Kruger, but he was always good to me. Some of the brothers are pretty dismissive of the club girls. Not mean, just…we’re there to fulfill a need. That’s it. They don’t want conversation, or—if I’m being brutally honest—to have to put in more than a token effort in making sure we receive pleasure. The girls are there to provide a service. An O is a bonus, not a necessity. Capone wasn’t like that. I don’t know what he was like with the original Lil, and obviously I couldn’t ask, but with me he was sweet. I suspect it was because of what happened to me at Snake’s hand.” She shrugs, which makes me frown.

“You said yourself that he was a good guy, so why do you sound so surprised?”

She pauses for a second as the automatic doors swoosh open.

“Nobody knew that I hadn’t taken each of those brothers into my body willingly, or at least with a sense of duty that comes with being a club girl. I’m a firm believer that consent should be given regardless of any preconceived notions. However, club girls tend to be a gray area for most MCs. Admittedly, I think Raven’s Souls are better than most, especially after learning a little about Legs’s past. But still, the club was essentially being gentle with me for having a blow job forced on me when…”

“When sometimes that’s part of the deal,” I grumble.

She nods as I take her hand and lead her through the foyer. I can see she’s trying to take in as much as she can, but I need her in my office. The tour can come after. She hurries to keep up with me until I unlock the door and pull her inside my private space.

She scans the room, finding the walls lined with posters depicting race days throughout history—some she’s likely heard of, like the F1 and the Indy 500. The others I’m not sure about. Her eyes move to the large desk in the middle of the room, just in front of a bank of windows that overlooks the track.

“Whoa. That view is something.”

I stare at her face and nod. “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking spectacular.”

She looks over at me. When she finds my eyes on her instead of the view, she swallows at the intensity in my expression. Her lips part as I stalk toward her.

Sliding my hands to her hips, I guide her to the large viewing window and start pointing things out. “Down there is where the garages are. On a race weekend, that area is teaming with people, getting everything ready. Over there are the hospitality facilities where people can get food and drinks. We’ve even started doing meet-and-greets there, with some of the more friendly drivers.” I slide my hands around and cup her breast through her shirt.

“I take it some of the drivers aren’t so friendly?”

I huff out a laugh before nipping her ear with my teeth. “You could say that, but I don’t want to talk about dipshit drivers.”