Page 18 of Rough Patch

“Open your eyes, Fiona. Watch yourself get off.” He dipped a finger inside her and her knees went weak. Oh, God. The pressure inside her built, tensing every muscle and cell until he pulled their hands away and lifted her onto the counter then slid into her. There was nothing gentle about the way he took her. Every move caused a moan, an urgency for more. “Watch me fuck you, baby.”

And she did. Every thrust, the way he lifted her leg and held it on his shoulder as he plunged in and out of her, as his ass tightened, and he hung onto the counter for leverage.

Her pussy squeezed him, and she cried out as the world burst and she blew apart. “Fiona!” His voice went husky, and his thrusts harder until he shuddered and leaned his forehead against hers. “Jesus.”

She closed her eyes. “Thank you.”

He chuckled, then coughed as he withdrew. “Anytime.” Now here was a man who could make her forget anything and damned if she planned to let him go. Not now anyway. He brushed a finger from her temple to her jaw. “Seriously. Anytime. I don’t care what I’m doing. Where I’m at. You call. I’m there.”

Even with only one eye open and his face every shade of purple on the color wheel and more than a little swollen, she’d still never seen a more attractive man. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

He nodded toward the shower. “Shall we? I feel a little dirty.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

* * *

Fiona walked into the bar calmer than she’d felt in a while. She didn’t know a damned thing more than she’d known earlier, but thanks to Grier, she felt more equipped to handle the guys. Grier walked to the bar, and Jez slid him a bottle of beer. At least if no one else believed in Grier, Jez seemed to.

Hamilton, by contrast, glared at Grier, his eyes narrow and his mouth in a thin, grim line. She ignored him and looked around the room. Sage, Jim, Nate, Dale, all the guys waiting for her to explain, to answer their unasked questions, to make Grier’s presence acceptable after he’d gone behind their backs to the FBI.

She blew out a breath and smiled. “We have a problem.”

“A couple of them apparently.” Nate shot a look at Grier. An if-looks-could-kill-Grier’d-be-dead look.

Max wouldn’t tolerate interruptions. Never had. And neither would she. And she could shoot her own looks. He shifted in his chair and crossed his arms, but he shut up and that was a win for Fiona. “Okay, so Grier’s staying. And I don’t have to tell you why. Max wouldn’t have and you wouldn’t have asked.” All true. “But I’m going to.” She glanced around the room again. Good. She had their attention. “Dave was FBI. And through the years he was a driver for us, we had a man on the inside, someone who gave us details and helped us skirt around the things that could have taken the club down. No one knew about Dave but Max and Grier. Now we don’t have Dave.” Sad, but reality. “And we have the FBI beating at our door to take Ham.”

Griff stood and turned a wide circle, arms spread. “I don’t see the FBI anywhere.”

“You didn’t see a traitor standing in this room for the last two or three months either.” She lifted her chin, a dare for him to defy her further. “Now sit down.” She waited until his ass hit wood then she breathed deep and started again. “They think Grier’s going to deliver Ham.”

Hamilton scoffed. “And you think he won’t?”

“I know he won’t.”

Hamilton needed a minute to get the words out. His fury, what she could see in his red face and stormy eyes, always robbed him of the ability for fast speech and quick thought. “You think leading him around by his dick is going to keep him loyal to a club he lied to? Keep me out of prison?”

She didn’t have to glance at Grier to know he was ready for another fight. God, she hoped her kid didn’t have that kind of temper. And thank God Grier had told her everything after their shower. She smiled. During, he’d been a little busy.

“You aren’t going to prison.” She held up the picture of Grier with Dave. “Grier will go before you do. But we have an option that keeps all the Demons outside the cells. Free men. And Grier’s conversation with the FBI gave us the intel we need to make it happen.”

She told them about the camp, the one her father had built before they’d found the warehouse. As soon as it had come up, she knew, remembered Uncle Willy and the underground tunnels beneath log cabins and the building in the compound.

“You want us to take Carr and Sedotal?”

And there it was. The bloodlust she’d counted on them having. “Not yet. For right now, we watch.” She’d been young, really young, when they’d abandoned the camp for the warehouse, but she knew enough to get close to it, maybe even to find a tunnel or two to get inside. But it would take finesse and planning. They couldn’t go in guns blazing and knives swinging. Not if they wanted to make it work. They had to be swift and smart. “We need to learn what they’re doing and when they plan on doing it.”

“How the hell are you going to manage that?” Jim stood and walked to the front. “I say we go in and blow the fuckers up.”

“And send Ham or Grier straight to the gas chamber or the electric chair or whatever they do now. These are your brothers.”

Jim shook his head. “And we do what we have to do no matter what it costs us personally. They knew it when they came in.” He scoffed at her. Smirked even. “Or is your girlie heart not strong enough to watch your little play toy go down on anything but you.” He edged forward and Grier and Hamilton both stood. “Who you protecting? The club or that fucking traitor you married?”

He towered over her by a foot and she should have been quaking and scared, but she smiled. “Jim, you were one of my dad’s best friends. Since I can remember.” She shook her head pretending to be lost in a fond memory before she hardened her face and stared up at him. “But I will shoot you in the face if you question my dedication to these guys and this place and everything my father built. If you don’t like what I do,” she held her hands out, “then take your shot.” She looked away from Jim and out at the rest of the room. “That goes for all of you. But you just know that my dad built this into what it is. He put the money in your pockets and the blow up your noses. And he chose me to get you into the future. To keep you safe and off the fed radar. You don’t trust me? Fuck you. Walk. But until one of you is big enough to take my chair, you’ll do what I say.”

These pregnancy hormones were amazing, gave her courage even. And she would use it to hang onto her position as long as she could.

* * *

Fiona leaned on the bar and stared at him until heat crawled over his skin and he took a long drink from his beer. “What?”