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  “I’m sorry I haven’t called, babe.” He looks into his mug, brows furrowed in thought.

  “Don’t call me that. You have no right,” I say in a deep, threatening voice.

  “I’ve had a lot on my mind, Alexis. I stayed away to keep you safe. The Hell Riders MC are dangerous men, and they’re gunning for the Crusaders. But, it seems, you’re in danger anyway, in spite of me leaving you alone. Also, I can’t get you out of my Goddamned head, and it’s killing me.” Cobra stares into my wide eyes, honesty shining back at me. “Champ is still seeing Lauren, though you probably already know that. She’s now also in danger.”

  My hands tighten around my mug in a death grip to stop them from shaking.

  “You’re actually shitting me, right?” I ask, a tremor in my voice. I swallow around the lump forming deep in my throat. “This shit can’t be happening. I just got a promotion at work.”

  “You can still work. I’ll have to take you there and pick you up though.” He bites his bottom lip, and I can’t stop my eyes from wondering to the motion, wishing it was me biting it instead. Snap out of it, Alexis! I scream at myself in my head. I shake my head to clear the lustrous thoughts.

  “Can I stay here though?” I whisper, knowing the answer before he says it.

  “No, Alexis, you can’t. I’m sorry, but I promised you that I’d keep you safe, even if you are pissed at me.”

  “You got that right,” I retort, throwing him a dirty look.

  “Look, I told you I’d fuck up and make mistakes, and I fully admit that I have. I’ll do anything to make this right, princess. I promise.” He looks at me with sorrow in his eyes, and I instantly forgive him.

  He has a point, he tried to keep me safe, I have to take that into consideration.

  “Okay. All right,” I sigh, placing my empty cup on the bar and run my hands through my hair. “I need some sleep. I have a monster hangover which is killing my head. Feel free to stay.

  I walk around the bar and head to the bedroom. Slipping quickly under the warm comforter. I sigh in contentment, my eyes fluttering closed.

  Probably less than five minutes later, I feel the bed dip behind me and a strong arm pulls me back against a well defined chest. I try and fight the smile, but it’s no use. I feel safe in his arms.

  His hot breath fans against the back of my neck before he pecks me lightly. Again, I sigh and snuggle closer. I drift into a dream filled sleep; of Cobra’s hard muscled body.

  Chapter 17

  Cobra

  Waking up next to Alexis again felt amazing. No, we didn’t have sex, but we cuddled for two hours, talking. Well, me groveling mainly.

  When we got up, we piled more coffee into our systems before we left to come back to the clubhouse. When she saw my bike, she was hesitant, but she rode it and squeezed me to death the whole way.

  Now, we’re lounging in the backyard with Lauren and Champ, sunning ourselves while Prez does a barbeque. Smelling fucking heavenly.

  I take Alexis’ hand in mine and softly stroke her knuckles, silently communicating with her. She looks down at our hands and back up at me with a wicked smile on her face. Fucking hell. I grab my crotch as discreetly as possible to get myself under control. Her chuckle makes me glare at her, and she laughs harder.

  “What’s so funny?” Lauren asks Alexis, confusion marring her features.

  “Nothing, Lauren. Don’t worry,” she snorts. That was fucking cute. I can’t wait any longer and am soon dragging her back inside and heading to the bedroom.

  As soon as the door slams shut, I have her pinned against it, my mouth brandishing hers in a forceful kiss. She moans at the back of her throat, hips grinding against me. I nibble on her bottom lip, continuing to trail kisses down her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She mewls in pleasurable delight, making my dick impossibly harder, just as I expected she would.

  I grind my dick against her roughly while tearing her top over her head. No fucking bra. I growl and suck a nipple into my mouth. She wriggles her hips, trying to find the friction for release.

  I release her breast from my greedy mouth and grab her hips, lifting her up and turn us toward the bed. I drop her down, unceremoniously, onto the soft sheets and pounce on her, kissing her delectable lips and pushing my pelvis against hers.

  “Ah, please, Dom. Please,” she begs, heat and desire dancing in her eyes.

  I move to the side and rip her panties from under her denim skirt. Before she has time to protest about it, I have two fingers sunk into her dripping wet pussy. I swallow the moan she produces as she arches her back.

  In, out, in, out, I go, spreading her juices up and down the length of her. I press my fingers to the front of her vaginal wall and rub in rhythmic motions.

  Her hips move in time, and I start to feel her walls quivering. So close, but I stop and remove my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to clean.

  “Mmm, Alexis. You taste divine.” I smirk at her as she blushes beet red.

  I quickly remove my shoes, jeans and boxers and climb on top of her. I grab my dick, rubbing it against her clit, making her moan in bliss.

  She closes her eyes, mouth open and I thrust in, hard and deep. She screams into the air and grabs my arms, nails digging in.

  Pulling her legs up over my shoulder, I grab her waist and start moving slowly, with little rolls of my hips to heighten the pleasure. The tiny sounds she’s making has my dick pulsing in agony.

  Quickening the tempo, I start pounding into her with force. If I wasn’t holding her hips she would be flying up the bed. Fuck. Me. Her pussy feels so damn good wrapped around me.

  I reach between us where we’re joined together, rubbing her clit in small circles, and I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Hot fucking damn. I go faster, if that was even possible and soon she is climaxing hard around my shaft, her walls clamping me, making me moan and shudder with pure rapture, and I soon follow, screaming her name through my delicious release.

  I bury my head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. Alexis wiggles beneath me making me moan from the prolonged pleasure. I move off her quickly, realizing I’m probably squashing her.

  “Fuck me, baby. That was hot. So good,” I pant in her air, nibbling on her lobe.

  “I know.” I can hear her smile. “I just can’t seem to stay mad at you because you’re too good in the bed to resist.”

  I burst out laughing. Hilarious. “Good to know, princess. Make-up sex is always the best as they say.”

  “That’s pretty true. In this moment, anyway.”

  I smile at her in a way to make her sopping wet, with what I have been told is a big boyish grin that can charm the panties off a nun. And I’m not disappointed. Her eyes flash with desire, her breathing becomes choppy as she starts to pant.

  “You wet for me, princess?” I say in a husky tone.

  She just stares at me, fucking me with her eyes.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.” I flip her over, pull her hips up so her glorious ass is in the air. I spank her hard a few times before thrusting in, no time for foreplay, my dick hasn’t got the patience.

  Alexis

  After showering together, lathering each other with his shower gel, we dress and make our way back out to the backyard to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. The barbeque was delicious, the Prez here can really freakin’ cook! But, now I’m all stuffed and bloated from eating way too much.

  “Urgh, I can’t physically move,” I say, grabbing my tummy in fake pain, squishing up my nose to make a point.

  Everyone around me laughs at my drama queen antics.

  “I feel the same, Alexis. I’m so full I don’t think I need to eat again for a week.” Lauren groans, also grabbing her belly.

  “Who are you trying to convince? You pack away so much food, daily I might add, and never put the weight on. I’m fully jealous of that fact. Me? I’m going to have to join the gym to work off all the calories I’ve ingested.” I laugh, slightly round stomach.

/>   Lauren howls with laughter, falling off her deck chair and landing flat on her ass on the grass. I snort, loudly, and cover my mouth with my hand. What the hell? I don’t snort. That’s so not me and highly embarrassing.

  More laughter infiltrates the warm evening air, and I feel my face heating up.

  “I know a better way to work off the calories, baby,” Cobra whispers in my ear.

  Lust flows through my veins at his words, my body suddenly hot.

  “I’m too bloated for that, big boy. Get your mind out of the gutter.” I look to my left and smile affectionately at him.

  He smirks back, his dimples on full display.

  I grab my glass of fizzy Rosé, taking a tentative sip, my eyes not wavering from Cobra. I lick my lips seductively, moaning as the light bubbles dance across my tongue and relishing the taste of the wine.

  He grabs my hand and hauls me to my feet. I groan in discomfort from my full stomach.

  He drags me around the corner to a dark alley that runs between the clubhouse and the eight foot security wall that surrounds the property.

  Cobra stops and slams me against the brick wall of the compound and swiftly pins my arms above my head.

  His lips crash to mine a moment later, a hard empowering kiss that makes my toes curl in my sandles.

  My back arches off the wall, breasts crushed between us and my clit pulsing, wanting contact. Any fucking contact.

  As if Cobra can read my mind, one hand comes between us and under my sundress. He presses his forefinger on my quaking bud, moving torturously slow. He slips his fingers beneath my soaking panties, pushing them into me with no resistance. I’m always so wet and ready for him. I moan in pleasure, feeling on cloud nine. His mouth swallows my noises so no one can hear. His fingers pumping harder and hitting my sweet spot. A wave of desire courses through my body, making me shiver with delight.

  I hitch one leg around his waist, encouraging him for more.

  “Please,” I whisper when his mouth finally leaves mine.

  A low growl emanates from his chest as he unbuckles his belt, pops the button and then the glorious sound of his zipper undoing makes me shiver with want and delight.

  He grasps my waist and lifts me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs firmly around his trim waist a second before he slams into me.

  Holy shit! The rough wall cuts into the top of my back where bare skin is on show, but I couldn’t care less. He again swallows my cries, pumping slow but hard into me.

  My eyes roll back as my impending orgasm builds higher and higher, starting with a tingle in my lower back. Just a little more.

  He swivels his hips while buried deep within me, and I explode, my heels digging into his backside, and my ass quivering from the intensity of my climax. I squeeze my eyes closed, reveling in the aftershocks and my heart beating fast.

  Two more violent thrusts and he follows suit, whispering my name into the crook of my neck. I can feel his shaft throbbing against my oscillating walls, making me emit a soft mewl.

  We stay in our private embrace, catching our breaths after satisfying our lustful needs.

  “You do know there are bedrooms just through the doors, right?” I smile. I feel him chuckle against my chest.

  A warm fuzzy feeling wraps itself around my heart. Shit, what the actual fuck? Only one person in my life has given me this feeling, and I swore to never let a guy get that close to me again. I swallow, keeping the tears from falling.

  He finally steps back, my feet hitting solid ground. My legs are wobbly from being coiled tightly around him.

  He gives me a heartwarming smile before leading me to the main doors around front.

  The roar of a motorbike alerts us of its incoming presence, coming closer to the guarded gate.

  The sudden sound of a machine gun fills the air, flashing brightly with each shot. What the fuck? Was my last thought before Cobra shoves me to the ground behind a rickety old truck as gun shots fly through the air.

  My head slams on the pavement, dizziness warring with the headache it produces. Motherfu…

  Suddenly, everything goes deathly quiet, and Cobra’s weight lifts off me, and his hands reach under my armpits, hoisting me to my feet. His athletic arms wrap around my trembling body as violent tears of fear tumble down my face from my closed eyes.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he murmurs into my messy hair.

  I nod my head, unable to find the words to tell him. I shudder at the thought of the gunman returning. “Please, can we go inside?”

  “Yeah, come on.” He lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the double doors, across the main room and to one of the old sofas.

  “Alexis! Shit, babes. Are you okay?” Lauren shouts, barreling through the glass patio doors and falling to her knees in front of me.

  “I’m fine, Lauren. Just a little bit shaken up is all.” I smile at her, weakly, just to reassure her that I’m absolutely fine. A lie, I’m far from fine.

  Her hands pat me everywhere, looking for an injury. “I heard the shots. I saw you and Cobra go around the corner so knew you went that way,” she says, staring at my forehead. “You have blood coming from your head.” Her eyes widen, and her face goes pale.

  “Probably from Cobra shoving me to the ground. I hit my head, it’s probably only a graze, Lauren.” I roll my eyes at her, gingerly touching my head with my fingers. I look at the blood on them. Minimal, nothing to worry about.

  “Cobra?”

  Lauren looks over to where he’s standing, swaying slightly on his feet. That’s when I notice the blood trailing down his side.

  I move quickly, rolling off the couch, scrambling to my feet. “Cobra! You’re bleeding.” I rush, getting to him with enough time to cushion his fall.

  “Help!” I scream out to anyone listening. The men scramble in, and stare in dismay at the VP bleeding on the dirty floor, me cradling his head and stroking his hair.

  “Please wake up, baby. Please.” I shake him slightly, but he doesn’t open his eyes.

  “Get the doctor here immediately!” I hear the Prez shout as he pushes people out of the way to get to Cobra.

  He checks his pulse with his fingers against his neck. “He has a pulse, a healthy one. I think he just passed out.”

  The Prez rips the bloody shirt to shreds to check the wound. “Clean shot, well, more like a deep graze. Through and through. There’s not enough blood for it hitting something major. He’ll be fine, just needs stitches,” he reassures me with a small smile.

  “Doc’s on her way, Prez,” Flipper, I think, says with his phone in hand. He looks sheepishly down at Cobra, swallowing hard.

  I sit there cradling Cobra’s head, tears running freely down my face until the doctor arrives. I’m in such a daze I don’t realize I’m being pulled away from him. “Get off me. I need to be with him!” I yell, hitting whoever pulled me away.

  “Calm it, missy. He’s gonna be fine. Let the doc do her job,” someone says in my ear, low in tone and stern like a father would be.

  I look up and notice it’s Prez holding my upper arms, pinning them to my body. I feel my bottom lip tremble and small familiar arms snake around my shoulders. I turn my face into the neck of my best friend and let my emotions run free.

  “It’s my fault, Lauren. If I didn’t tease him, we wouldn’t have left the garden,” I whimper, sobbing loudly and not giving a shit if anyone hears it.

  “Stop the self-blame train right there, Alexis. You could have come around the back after, yes, we heard…” she trails off, snickering. “But he led you around the front. Who was to know a shithead would appear with a damn gun, huh?”

  She strokes my hair, pushing it behind my ear and offers me a comforting smile. “Let’s go grab a glass of wine from the bar and wait to see what the doctor says, okay?”

  “Okay,” I murmur in reply.

  Lauren leads me by the hand to the bar, where a club whore is wiping down the bar top. She looks up when we approach and she sneers at me, looking me up a
nd down like I’m the dirt of the earth.

  “Got a problem there?” Lauren leers at her from beside me, hands slamming down on the bar.

  “What can I get you, man stealer?” little blondie says, looking directly at me.

  What the hell have I done? I don’t even know this girl.

  “Two large glasses of Rosé wine. And watch your fucking mouth,” Lauren says with hostility. Uh oh. Lauren always sticks up for me, getting into fights in my honor. She knows how much I hate confrontation, and she takes it upon herself to protect me.

  It all started the second year of high school. One of the cheerleaders was making fun of me because of my dweeb-like glasses with thick square frames. Lauren was like a fireball, coming from nowhere and was in the girl’s face before I could even blink. The fight that ensued, made sure that miss cheerleader was unable to perform again because of a broken nose.

  Lauren and I became instant best friends. Back then, before she came on the scene, I was constantly bullied by the popular kids. They made the first year of high school challenging and scarred me for life, mentally, with their teasing and taunts. I’ve never really trusted females again, except Lauren.

  “Alexis?” Lauren waves a hand in my face.

  I shake my head to clear the memories and look at her, a timid smile on my lips. “Yeah, just remembering back to when we first met and you beat the shit out of that cheerleader.”

  She laughs. “Yup, I remember that too. She had that coming to her.”

  She passes me my glass of wine, and I drink half of it in one. “High school would’ve sucked without you.”

  “Yes, it would have.” She winked at me and we both chuckle. I love this girl.

  We sit on the bar stools and reminisce about the good old days for a good hour or two, slowly getting more and more drunk.

  “Yo! Chick with a dick, put the music up will you please,” Lauren shouts to the end of the bar.

  “Chick with a dick?” I snicker. Where did that come from?

  “Yeah, the front of her shorts make her look like she has a dick.” She shrugs like everyone should know this. “Besides she acts like one.”