Chapter 19 Take your clothes off...
Catalina
I watched the landscape blur past the window, a nervous energy humming under my skin. "Why are they digging into our past now, of all times?" I asked my sister.
Jenna was silent for a long moment, her gaze fixed on something far away. "Do you think Papa is being careful?" she finally murmured. "He is supposed to be invisible, but he moved the second I sent that text."
"He would always help us, Jenna. It does not matter if he is in hiding or on the other side of the world. Papa knows people. The kind of people who would set the world on fire for him. We do not even know for sure that he was the one who sent those men."
"It was him. Dangling a key in front of those sick fucks is his signature move."
A dry laugh escaped me. "You are right."
"I have no idea why the club is suddenly interested in our origin story," Jenna said, her focus snapping back to the present. "But we are about to get the full story. I will take our bags to our rooms. Meet me in church. I know that is where this is headed, even though we are usually banned from that room."
"Why?" I asked.
"Club rules. But it seems they are making an exception for us today."
"Okay. I will see you there."
I climbed out of the SUV, the gravel crunching under my boots, and waited for Viper to park his bike. The moment he was off, I closed the distance between us, launching myself into his arms and locking my legs around his waist.
"Baby, I need you right now," I breathed into his ear. "I want to taste every part of you."
"Fuck, Catalina. You cannot say things like that to me when I cannot drag you away and have you. You have given me a serious problem." The strain in his voice was a thrill.
I giggled, grinding myself against the hard proof of his arousal. He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
"You are a torment. I love it."
He set me down and landed a sharp, stinging smack on my backside that made me yelp. We followed the others into the clubhouse, and Viper laced his fingers with mine, pulling me into their meeting room. He dropped into a chair and dragged me onto his lap, scooting us close to the table. His hands settled on my inner thighs, his thumbs working into the muscle with a firm, knowing pressure. I let my head fall to his shoulder with a soft moan. "That is incredible."
"Hey, save the grab-ass for later," Beast called from across the table.
"Are you jealous?" I shot back.
"Fuck yes, I am. Especially after that little show you and Jenna put on outside."
"You flirting with my woman, Beast?" Viper's tone was even, but a cold dread tJakeled down my spine. I never wanted to be a point of conflict between him and his brothers.
"Damn right I am. What her and Jenna did today got me all worked up. We need to finish this meeting so I can find a woman who is ready to play."
Viper made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.
"Stop thinking about what my woman did, unless you are looking for a new smile," Torque growled at Beast.
"Easy there, big man," Jenna said, sweeping into the room and settling onto Torque's lap, brushing a kiss against his lips. "Beast did not mean anything by it. He cannot help it if what Catalina and I did was hot as fuck. Besides, a strong breeze gets Beast worked up, so this is no real surprise."
The whole table laughed, Beast included.
Viper brought his lips to my ear, his voice a low vibration. "Baby, is there something going on with you and Beast I should know about?"
"No. Why?"
"You seem very friendly with him today."
"Babe, no, it is not like that."
"We will talk about it later," he said, his fingertips tracing slow, maddening circles on my inner thighs.
"Butcher has a proposition for you two," a voice cut through the room, silencing the side conversations. "We have a problem that needs a specific kind of solution. The Jackals MC are a diseased group. You know we run guns and drugs; it is our business, it is what funds this life. What we do not tolerate is human trafficking. The Jackals are snatching young girls and selling them. Our club, along with two others, wants their top three men eliminated. We would love to burn their whole operation to the ground, but that is impossible. This chapter has forty members. We cannot make it look like a rival club hit. We do not want a war with their main chapter. So, this needs to look random, or like an accident. We want to hire you two to handle it. Can you do this?" Butcher asked.
I looked at Jenna. An identical, predatory smile spread across both our faces. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me, and I knew she felt the same electric current.
"Butcher, we will do it. You do not need to hire us. You are family. We will need details on the top three. Pictures, names. We will have to do some reconnaissance. What is your timeline?" I asked.
"As soon as you can manage."
"Do you need to know our plan? Or can Jenna and I just handle it?"
"No. We do not need the details. That gives us plausible deniability if questions are asked."
"Perfect. Also," I added, looking between Torque and Viper, "I need you both to promise you will not interfere if you see Jenna and me doing or saying something you do not like. We might have to play a part neither of you will enjoy. But I promise you, it will not involve actual sexual contact."
"What the fuck? Why would you even say that?" Torque barked.
"Because, baby," Jenna said, running her hands over his chest to soothe him, "if we need to get close to these men, I do not want you thinking I will be fucking them. And I know Catalina feels the same with Viper."
"You already have a plan forming, do you not?" Viper asked. His grip on my thighs became almost painful. He did not like where this was heading.
"Not a full plan. Just the beginnings of one," I said.
"Care to share it with us?" he pressed.
"No. Butcher just said he did not want to know. Plausible deniability, remember?"
Viper growled low in his throat, but I felt his reluctant nod.
"Church is closed," Butcher announced, banging his gavel on the table. Torque erupted from his chair, Jenna still in his arms. She threw me a wide-eyed look over his shoulder, and I could only shrug.
"And Beast, do not go looking for that woman yet. I need a word," Viper said.
I saw Beast glance at Viper, confusion on his face, before he nodded and walked out.
"Babe, are you okay?" I asked.
He did not answer. We were the last two left in the room. His punishing grip on my legs had softened, his fingers now tracing light, absent-minded patterns.
"I want to ask you something," Viper said, his voice quiet.
I shifted, turning to straddle his lap. His hands came to rest on my backside, holding me in place. "What is it?"
"Do you think Beast is attractive?"
I looked into his eyes, my mind racing. Had I given him a reason to doubt me? "He is a good-looking man."
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"Viper, what the hell? Where is this coming from? I am your Old Lady. I would never betray you."
"That is not an answer, Angel. Do you want to fuck him?"
"Fine. If I was not with you, then yes, I would want to fuck him. Is that what you need to hear?" Anger flared in my chest, and I tried to push off his lap, but he held me fast, grinding his hard length against me. Holy shit, he was fully aroused.
"Viper, what is going on?"
"What if I told you," he began, his voice dropping to a husky murmur, "that I want to watch him taste that perfect pussy of yours. And then I want him to fuck you from behind while you take my cock in your mouth."
I gasped. "You want to share me?" The idea sent a violent, unexpected pulse of desire through me, and I felt a betraying warmth spread between my legs.
"Would you let me share you?"
I did not know what to think. A part of me was electrified by the fantasy, but another, darker part wondered if this meant he did not want me for himself. The thought made me feel ill.
"Hey," he said, his tone urgent. "Why did you just go pale on me?"
"Does this mean you do not want me anymore? Are you giving me to Beast?" I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.
"Baby, no. Fuck, no. I love you. I am never letting you go. I just want to share you with a brother I trust. It is a fantasy I have."
My eyes widened. "It is?"
"Fuck yes, Angel. I love watching you come. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. So let me share you. Let us give you a kind of pleasure you have never known."
"Okay," I whispered.
His mouth crashed down on mine, and I groaned into the kiss, moving against him. The mere thought of two powerful men devoting themselves to my pleasure was enough to bring me to the edge.
"Come on. I want to get you ready," Viper said.
He lifted me, and I wrapped myself around him. He carried me to our room and placed me on the bed.
"Take your clothes off," he commanded, walking into the closet.
I obeyed quickly, sitting back on the mattress. He returned holding a black blindfold.
"I want you to lie down and get comfortable. Put this on. I am going to talk to Beast. You will wait here. No matter how long it takes for us to come back, you will not move. Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now do as you are told. I will be back soon with my brother."
My breath trembled. Was I really agreeing to this? But like I always do, I obeyed. I moved to the center of the bed, lay down, and covered my eyes with the blindfold. And then I just waited. Every part of me was buzzing, full of a nervous and heart-pounding excitement.