The Biker's Fate Chapter 303

The memories of being thrown into a dirty basement and seeing my mom on a mattress, bound and out cold, came flooding back. I thought Payton was dead and I was so scared. Ashley, Crow's daughter, had been hurled down the stairs and she and Mom had worked to get us free. In the end, Dad had found us, and the Club had rescued us, but Dad had been shot in the process. It was the Russian Mob, from what I understood, but Dad didn't really fill me in on the details. It was awful.

"Did you ever hear the entire story?" Maverick asked.

"Um, no. I was, like, four, and I haven't really wanted to revisit that memory."

Maverick dragged his hands through his hair, and I realized his hesitation to talk to me had nothing to do with Club rules and everything to do with trying to protect me. I closed the distance between us and slid my hands up his chest. "I'm okay, Möosh. Whatever you need to tell me, just tell me."

He dropped his hands, so he could wrap them around me. "Hawk said Jenny had sold you but—"

"What?" I snapped. "She fucking sold me? To whom?"

"The Spiders, in a roundabout way. They work with the Russians and have a little trafficking business on the side."

I held Maverick tight. "So..."

"So Jenny didn't deliver. She owes them... with interest."

I shivered. "There's still a price on my head."

"Yeah, baby, there's still a price on your head." He kissed said head. "A big one."

"I..." I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed. "I get that now's not the right time to move, but the thought of not waking up with you every morning is... well, really not a good thought."

"I know. Hawk and I came up with an option."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Actually, we have two choices," he said. "We move to the compound, or we make some changes to your parents' basement and move in there."

I leaned back with a frown. "We'd move into my basement? Really. And you're okay with that? Okay with knowing my dad's upstairs? Better yet... is he okay with that?"

"He suggested it, Lil."

"He's gonna know we're doin' it," I said with a groan, dropping my head to his chest again.

Maverick chuckled. "He'll get over it."

"I don't think he will."

"Then we'll move to my place... or the compound."

"I don't want to live all the way in Beaverton, Möosh. It's too far from work." I looked up at him again. "And your basement isn't particularly private."

"There is that," he agreed.

"What about Uncle Brock's place?"

"No."

"Why not? His tenants just moved out."

"Not secure enough."

"That's a lie. Brock's FBI, Möosh. He's got security cameras and—"

"No, baby. It's already been decided."

I scowled. "By whom?"

"Your dad and me."

"Without talking to me about it?" I demanded, pulling away from him.

"Don't make this a thing, Lil."

"Ohmigod, Maverick, you made this a thing!"

"I'm trying to keep you safe!" he snapped.

"You're kowtowing to my dad!"

"I'm not fucking kowtowing to your dad, Lily! I'm trying to keep you in the safest place possible... close to me, close to the club."

"You promised me you'd talk to me," I pointed out. "This is not a good way to start our new life together."

"Baby, I had all of five minutes to make a judgment call. Give me a break. I couldn't talk to you about any of this first. That does not mean I didn't want to."

He was right, I knew he was, but I didn't want to let him off the hook entirely. I needed to set a different precedence.

"Lil?"

"I'm thinking."

Maverick chuckled, reaching out and pulling me against him again. "Stop thinking about ways to punish me, unless they're in the bedroom with both of us naked."

I forced back a laugh and fell against him. "I thought you said no strap-ons."

Maverick groaned. "Gross, Lil."

"I still want to talk to Brock."

He sighed. "You can talk to him, but the answer's gonna be the same."

"Don't piss me off, Mav."

"I'm not bending on this one, baby doll. Wrap your mind around it."

"Then you'd better make that basement resemble something other than what it does now because if my dad hears me scream while you're fucking me, even once, we're out of here."

He relaxed. "I will."

"You have a week."

"Babe."

"One week, Maverick." I cupped him over his jeans and then slid my hand under the waistband. "I can't live without this at my beck and call any longer than a week, so figure it out."

Maverick lifted me and carried me to my bed, kissing me deeply as he stretched out beside me. I tugged the button free from his jeans and slid the zipper down, so I could get better access to his growing erection.

"We shouldn't do this here, babe," he said between kisses.

"Let me do my thing," I whispered.

"Lil—"

I sat up. "Off."

He stood and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs from his hips, before sitting on the edge of my bed. I knelt between his legs and kissed the tip of his cock before sliding my mouth over the head. Maverick grunted, and I smiled up at him. "Shhh..." I gripped his length gently and pulled down as I took him into my mouth again.

"Lil," he whispered.

I slid my hand under his T-shirt and ran a nail over his nipple, continuing to work his cock with my mouth and hand. It took him a little longer to relax, but when he threaded his fingers through my hair and gripped my scalp, I knew he was finally there with me. I loved giving him head. I'd heard friends complain about having to do it, but I genuinely loved it.

"Now, baby."

I sucked a little harder, flattening my hands on his thighs as his body locked, and he came in my mouth. I waited until his hands left my head, and then I released his cock with a gentle smack, swallowing.

"You just get better at that," he said, stroking my cheek. "Love you."

I grinned and rose to my feet so I could reach his mouth. "Love you more."

"Can I put my pants back on?"

I giggled. "In a minute." I kissed him a few more times and then let him get dressed.