The Biker's Fate Chapter 645

"Patience, beautiful," I said, and grabbed the ice cream.

"You could have let me have one," she groaned.

"Do you want me to tie you down or not?"

"What does giving me an orgasm have to do with tying me down?"

"You'll come harder if you wait for it."

"What a load of—ah," she squeaked as the cold of the ice cream hit a nipple.

"You okay?" I asked.

"God, yes."

I swirled my tongue around her nipple, licking the treat from her tit and she whimpered with need as I leaned down and sucked gently. I focused on her other breast, and she was into it, but when I dribbled ice cream on her pussy, then licked it off, she lost her mind.

"Cash, don't make me wait, honey, please."

"So greedy." I spooned out more of the treat and dropped it between her breasts, licking it off, and she arched into me with a frustrated groan.

"Cash," she hissed.

I set the tub aside and guided my cock to her entrance. "You want this, Turtle?"

"Yes," she growled in frustration.

I slid in deep, but slow, knowing I was torturing her. It got her squirming beneath me, doing wondrous things to my dick and I continued to press deeper until I could no longer keep up with the pace. I settled my palms on either side of her and moved, faster and faster, harder and harder, burying deep as she whimpered and mewed her hands squeezing my arms, her legs wrapped around my hips as she met me with each thrust.

"Now, honey," she begged.

I stilled, letting myself go, feeling her pussy contract around me, and falling gently on her, making sure I didn't crush her as I rolled us to our sides.

I grinned. "You and mint chocolate chip are almost too much to take."

"Next time, I'll try it on your dick."

"Not sure I want anything cold near my dick, Turtle."

She squeezed my chin. "Don't knock it 'til you try it, big man."

I chuckled. "You doin' okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No. Are you gonna tie me up now?"

"We're gonna give it a minute."

She wrinkled her nose. "Fine."

"Insatiable."

"Your fault," she retorted.

"Oh, I know." I kissed her nose. "I take full responsibility."

"What happened in the meeting?"

"We're expanding," I said. "Into Ridgefield. Building the new clubhouse out there to accommodate all of us."

"That makes sense. Half of the club lives out that way."

"Yes. Begs the question, though."

"Which question?"

"Buy close to the new club or the old?"

She sighed. "That's true."

"We don't have to decide now."

"I want to be close to my family."

"I get that."

"But you're my family. The club's also my family." She bit her lip and met my eyes. "And my parents aren't going anywhere."

"True," I said. "Again, we don't have to decide now."

"What do you want to do?"

"I go where you go, baby."

"Cash, this is more than just us."

"It's not, Turtle. It's just you and me."

"Then, I go where you go."

I grinned. "God, I love you."

"I love you, too." She settled her chin on my chest. "But that love's conditional."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How so?"

"It's gonna end if you don't fuckin' tie me to the bed and fuck me dirty."

I laughed. "I better get my ass in gear then."

"Yeah, you better," she sassed, sitting up.

I got my ass in gear, tying her to the bed and fucking her dirty.

Hatch

"As you all know by now, the Spiders have requested a sit down. I've asked you all here to discuss strategy with me."

"What do we know so far?" Hawk asked.

"It's a four-on-four sit down in a public place of our choosing. Old School. We know that Warlock has been promoted to President, which is bad news for everyone."

"Why would the Spiders vote a fuckin' psychopath like that into office?" Mack asked.

"Maybe there wasn't a vote," I replied. "After Char was killed and Wolf went away, the Spiders were weak and vulnerable. Trunk was Wolf's VP and should have been his successor, but apparently Warlock had other plans."

"Who gives a shit who's in charge? The Spiders are all worthless slime," Mack said.

"True, but if I had my druthers, I'd prefer to deal with Trunk over Warlock any day. Trunk's got a family and a shred of respect for the old code. The terms of the meeting were probably his idea. Warlock is a cold-blooded killer. Money and power are the only two things that matter to him. Trust me, I know. We have history from way back."

"How do we know it's really a meeting they want and not an ambush?" Flea asked. "I mean, why isn't each club holding a hostage as insurance?"

"A four-on-four means the President and his highest-ranking officers from both sides sit down across from each other. Any kind of aggressive move from either side of the table would end in a blood bath for everyone."

Flea shook his head. "I don't like the idea of not having coverage."

"No weapons. No tricks. We play this one straight."

Booker leaned closer to me. "I dunno, Prez. Maybe Flea's right. If we get to choose the venue, why not have some insurance perched up on a roof top? You heard about what he did to Daryl's family. Do you really believe this guy is playing by the rules?"