The Biker's Fate Chapter 462

Remington

The following Saturday, the Dogs were hosting a family get-together, which meant I would meet the rest of Merrick's "brothers." I was nervous. I didn't really know why, but I felt like this was a huge deal and I was going to be under a microscope.

I was in our bedroom when I heard raised male voices from the family room and headed toward the sound.

"Goddammit, Merrick, you could have been in real trouble."

"Dad, the asshole beat the shit out of Remington, then pulled a knife on me. It was self-defense."

"You shot him in the heart at close range. He was on the floor."

Oh my god!

"Actually shot him twice in the chest before he was on the floor, Dad. He kept coming. He was falling as I shot."

"Do you know how hard it is to get a shot dead center, particularly when one is falling?"

Merrick didn't respond, so I made my way into the room. He caught my eye and sighed, holding his arm out to me. "Come meet my dad, Rem."

Merrick's father turned, and I forced a smile. Good gravy, they looked alike. Merrick had hazel eyes, where his father had blue, and his dad was mostly silver-haired and obviously older, but I got a glimpse into what Merrick would look like as he aged, and I liked what I saw.

"Mr. Lundy," I said, holding my hand out. "It's nice to meet you."

He shook my hand and smiled, so much like Merrick. "It's nice to meet you too, sweetheart. Call me Ryan. Heard you had a rough go of it in Savannah."

I nodded as Merrick wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. "It wasn't fun."

"I understand Nadia Popov is being tried for attempted murder."

"Really?" I asked.

Merrick gave me a gentle squeeze. "We don't need to talk about that right now."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Tweety. I think now's a great time to talk about it."

"I'll fill you in later," Merrick said with another squeeze.

"Or, your dad can fill me in now, since he appears to have the most updated information."

Merrick's body locked, and I knew in that moment he was keeping stuff from me.

"Well, I need to get going," Ryan said. "Dinner next week?"

"Sure," Merrick replied. "Sounds great."

He separated himself from me and walked his dad to the door, then faced me.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked.

"Babe, it doesn't touch you. Get your shoes on and we'll go. You're on my bike."

I pointed to my arm. "It already touched me, Merrick. Literally. What's going on?"

He dragged his hands through his hair. "They're investigating my involvement. Whether or not it was a clean shoot."

I gasped. "Oh my god. Are you going to jail?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It was a clean shoot. Self-defense."

I closed the distance between us and gripped his cut. "Are. You. Sure?"

He stroked my cheek. "Yeah, baby. Dad's helping, as is Jaxon…he's F.B.I. I'm covered."

I dropped my head to his chest. "If I lost you…" I couldn't even finish the thought. It was too much.

He lifted my chin and kissed me gently. "You're not gonna lose me, Eeyore. Go get your shoes and we'll head out."

I studied him for a few seconds before grabbing my boots and meeting him by the front door. After donning a leather jacket, he led me to his bike, stowed my purse in a saddlebag, then helped me with my helmet. It was a rare dry day for Portland, so I was looking forward to this ride. Particularly since it was my first time on a motorcycle.

"Hold on tight, Rem. Lean when I lean, and if you need me, pat my chest."

I nodded. "Okay."

He climbed on, then helped me on the back and we were off.

It was magical, and a little scary…but mostly magical. Feeling the hum of the engine in my nether regions while I was wrapped around my man was heady. By the time we pulled into the compound parking lot, I wanted to drag Merrick into a closet somewhere and ease the ache.

"You good?" he asked, pushing down the kickstand.

"Other than horny as hell, yes," I admitted, pulling off my helmet.

He held me as I climbed off the bike, then got off himself. "You wanna take a minute?"

"Can we?"

He raised an eyebrow, setting our helmets on the bike seats. "Of course we can. We'll go in the back."

I bit my lip and nodded. "Let's hurry."

He grabbed my bag out of the saddlebag, then took my hand and guided me in through the back of the building and upstairs.

The Dogs of Fire compound was at the back of Big Ernie's, an autobody shop, and much more prison-like than I expected. I missed the coolness of the Savannah barn, but kept my opinion to myself as Merrick unlocked a grey door and pushed it open. Turning on the light, he covered my mouth with his and kicked the door shut.

"You good with a quickie?" he asked, pushing the leather jacket from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

"I'm not the one who constantly gabs while fucking, Tweety, so maybe you should ask yourself that," I joked.

He chuckled as he tugged my T-shirt over my head and cupped my breasts. "Sorry, girls, no play time for you, we don't have time."

I swatted his hands away, and knelt before him, my hands going to the waistband of his jeans. "God, you are so wordy."

He chuckled. "You gonna let me put my dick in your pussy?"

"In a minute," I retorted, tugging his pants down, freeing his cock. "Mmm, my precious."

"Does that make me lord of the cock rings?"

"Look, if you want our roleplaying to move into LARPing territory, I'm going to need to expand my wardrobe to include some sexy cloaks."

"Don't make me laugh when you're about to blow me."

I grinned and ran my tongue up the length, before wrapping my lips around the tip, then taking him all the way to the back of my throat.