Chapter 1

Race tossed his cell phone onto his desk and sat back in his chair. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and wondered when he’d catch a break. He’d hoped that by steering his club into a direction that didn’t involve running guns for a Mexican cartel, all his problems would be solved. Somewhere in the back of his mind he’d known differently. The text he’d just read proved he’d been a fool to think much of anything would change.

Chance, the president of the Black Horsemen MC and a support club to the Sons of Redemption, had reached out to tell him that a shipment, a legal shipment of their finest cannabis products had been ambushed by the Phantom Furies. They were a MC that had stepped up to fill the void when the Sons had gotten out of business with the cartel. Now, at the direction of the cartel, they were pushing into Redemption with hard core drugs and guns. It would seem they’d put the Black Horsemen on their list to try to fuck with, too.

A knock at his door almost had him pretending he wasn’t there. He didn’t feel like dealing with anymore shit and he was more than ready to go home for a while. He hadn’t been home in a couple of days and as much as it pained him, he was going to have to break down and do some laundry.

“Come in.” He leaned back in his chair and eyeballed the stack of mail accumulating on his desk and debated swiping off into the trash can next to it. There was also a report from Jackson regarding the books he kept on all the businesses the Sons were involved in as well as a report from Dillon, their resident plant geneticist, no doubt informing him of the success he’d been having with a new strain of marijuana. It was all a bunch of Greek to him and he didn’t understand half of what Dillon said, but he did appreciate the end results.

Dagger stuck his head around the door. “You busy?”

“Yeah, but come on in. Please. I need a distraction.”

Dagger chuckled and took a seat in front of the desk. He leaned forward and dropped today’s mail on the already large pile.

“Well, shit. Thanks, man. Nothing like kicking a man while he’s down.” Race rubbed a hand across his face.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” Race could see the smile he was pretending to hide.

“You’re right. I’m not.” He surveyed the surface of Race’s desk and shook his head. “Been telling you for a year now that you need to get someone in here to keep up with this shit.” Dagger leaned back to get comfortable and crossed an ankle over his knee.

“What? Like a secretary?” Race picked up a stack of mail and started to absently shuffle through it.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t want any outsider having access to my office and getting into club business.”

Shit. Most of the mail was business flyers and bullshit waste of paper. Advertisement from a car lot, coupons for different restaurants, a flyer from a funeral home. Geez. He chucked that one in the trash right away. He didn’t want to think about the need for a funeral plan.

Hearing Dagger chuckling, Race’s gaze lifted to see a shit-eating grin on his VP’s face. He shook his head. The bastard was always fucking with him. He was lucky Race liked him so much or he might find himself laughing from his position of lying on the floor on his back.

“We still on for the vote to patch in Chris and Darren?” Dagger wisely turned the conversation.

“Yep,” he replied automatically. The two prospects had more than earned their place at their sides. It was past time that they were brought into the fold permanently. A small white envelope about the size of a birthday card fell out of the pile and into his lap. Setting the other mail aside, he picked it up, broke the seal and slipped a folded piece of paper out from the envelope. With his thumb, he flipped the paper open and frowned.

“Tick tock.”

“What the fuck is this?” He flipped the paper over, not finding a signature or any identifying marks on it. He picked up the envelope and checked for a return address. Nothing. The address of the Sons of Redemption MC clubhouse wasn’t even on it. Just his name. Race.

“Whatcha got there?” Dagger dropped his leg to the floor and leaned forward, accepting the note and giving it a quick once over. “What the hell is this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tick tock? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Dagger scratched at his scruff and laid the note back on Race’s desk.

“I have no idea. Probably just someone thinking they’re being cute and we won’t kick their ass for fucking with us.” Race shook his head and tossed it in his top drawer. From time to time the club received some lame ass attempt by someone trying to get noticed. Usually it didn’t come in the mail. This was a first.

“What are you going to do?” Dagger jerked his chin toward his desk.

“Nothing to do. It’s probably someone thinking it’s funny to poke the bear. Until something else happens or comes in the mail, I’m not going to worry about it.” He pushed his chair back from his desk and added, “For now, I’m going home. I have to do a load of laundry.”

Dagger laughed. “Why don’t you wait until the weekend? Liza will do it.” He got to his feet as Race stood.

“Because I won’t have any socks to wear before then. I’ve got my last clean pair on as it is. And another reason is I don’t want Liza taking care of me. When she comes over I want to spend time with her, not have her do my laundry and clean my house. She’s my daughter, not my maid.”

“You could always bring it here and let one of the sweet butts do it for you.”

“No. I have enough clothes here. I have to have something at my house, too.” Race waited for Dagger to step into the hall, then followed, closing and locking the door behind him. He needed to remember to text Jackson tonight to let him know he could go ahead and make out the paychecks.

Dagger patted him on the back. “I’m heading out, too. The kids are all out of the house until later, so I’m going to go home and take advantage of an empty house. I just might fuck my wife on the kitchen counter just because I can.”

Race laughed. “Well you better hurry up before one of the kids changes their mind and comes home early.”

He waved goodbye at the gate, Dagger going in the opposite direction.

Twenty minutes later and Race pulled his bike into the garage. The instant silence as he turned off his bike was almost as deafening as the sound of it bouncing off all the walls. He hung his helmet from a handlebar and entered through the kitchen. He didn’t immediately turn the light on, moving around by the light of a partial moon. He took off his cut and hung it on the back of a chair, then took a seat and removed his boots. He yanked his socks off and headed for the laundry room. He flipped the light on and curled his lip at the overflowing basket of dirty laundry he needed to wash.

He poured some liquid laundry detergent in the washer, dropped his socks in, then dug through the basket pulling out everything white he could find. Before he started the washer, he went to his room and found another couple pairs of socks and a couple of white t-shirts on the bathroom floor. He went back and added it to the load to wash and started the washing machine.

Before he could forget, he shot off a text to Jackson to go ahead and get paychecks ready.

As he walked past his kitchen window, he noted lights on at Bellamy’s house. He grabbed a beer and went to the living room, taking up his position in his recliner. He left the lights off in the living room and picked up his binoculars. He focused on the kitchen window and spotted her as she turned the light off and reappeared in her living room. Fuck. Watching Bellamy move around her house was a lot more entertaining than watching T.V.

He ran a hand over his face in frustration. The woman took up way more headspace than he cared to admit. Maybe he should just fuck her and get her out of his system. Then maybe his fascination with her would go away.

“What are you wearing tonight, Bellamy?” he mumbled to himself in the dark. Sure he was being a perv spying on his hot neighbor, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t deny there was chemistry between them, but he refused to give in to it. He had no doubt that Bellamy was not a causal hook-up kind of woman. She was the kind that once you had her, you would never let her go.

Unfortunately, he didn’t think someone like her would be the best old lady material, especially for a Sons of Redemption president. It didn’t matter that he admired the way she’d played him when she slipped her phone in his pocket so she and Calliope could track him to a safehouse. A house where the man who had abused Calliope so badly they’d all wondered if she’d survive was being held, waiting for Jackson to get his justice. Even more impressive was when the two women showed up and Calliope had gotten justice for herself. All that aside, it didn’t matter how impressed he’d been in that moment at how she’d had her girl’s back. The fact remained he wasn’t looking to get tied down.

“Here we go.” Tonight, she was wearing pink flannel pajama bottoms and a short-sleeved white v-neck t-shirt. He bet her nipples were poking at the soft material. Yep. Just like he thought. Her nipples were hard little buds and he could barely make out their pink color through the shirt.

One glance at Bellamy’s hard nipples and his dick was getting hard. Damn it. He needed to quit checking out his sexy neighbor because nothing good could ever come of it. Maybe he should evict her so that he didn’t have to be tempted on a daily basis? That idea held merit but would only work if Calliope didn’t bring her to club parties. Since Calliope was married to Jackson, a Sons of Redemption brother, the odds were not in his favor.

The first time he’d laid eyes on her was at Redemption Days and he’d been intrigued. She was a friend of Calliope’s from back in Denver and after her business burned down, she’d moved here, temporarily staying with Calliope and Jackson. His brother had practically begged him to offer the rental property she now occupied, saying he wanted to be able to fuck his woman anytime he wanted. Race wasn’t sure if it was the best or worst idea he’d ever had when he let her move in.

He focused in on what Bellamy was doing now. She was searching for something amongst her couch cushions. She stood up, smiled and did a happy dance, waving the television remote around. From what he’d been able to figure out, she lost the damn thing at least twice a week.

Holy shit. There went her perfect tits jiggling. If she had any idea he spied on her in moments like this the woman would go nuts. He groaned and had to adjust the way he was sitting to allow more room for his growing erection. She stopped dancing and Race’s eyes went immediately to the hint of pink nipples under her t-shirt. He groaned and reached for the button of his jeans. He unfastened them, pulled the zipper down and allowed his dick to spring from it’s confines.

“Fuck.” He dropped the binoculars to his side at the same time he dropped his head back on the recliner. Now he was good and worked up. He needed relief and his hand wasn’t going to cut it. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, searched for the name he was looking for and hit dial.

“Hello, Race.” Charlotte’s breathy voice came over the line, like she’d been waiting for his call.

Charlotte was a stripper working at Bottoms Up that he’d hooked up with off and on for several months. If memory served, she didn’t usually work on Wednesday nights which would allow him plenty of time to work out this pent-up sexual tension spying on Bellamy had caused.

“My house. Thirty minutes.” He offered no greeting. None was necessary. Charlotte knew what his call meant. He wanted a quick hard fuck and that was it. No strings, no promises.

“I’m on my way.”

He hung up and willed his cock back down. He reached over and flipped the lamp on and then the television. He took a drink of his beer and surfed through the channels, stopping on the evening news.

Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at his front door. He got up to answer it, pleased with how quickly his entertainment for the night had gotten there. Swinging the door open, he found Charlotte standing in a lime green puffy coat with a matching beanie, wiggling side to side in the cold. He opened the door wider, allowing her to enter then closed and locked the door behind her.

She kicked off her black insulated snow boots with white fur trim next to the door. She wore skin tight black leggings and a white sweater that left her tight tan stomach bare. She was five foot ten inches, had long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was long and slim with just enough curve to her hips to make it interesting. Her tits were fake and big; exactly what the Bottoms Up clientele loved to see. Her thin sweater pulled tight across her ample chest, showcasing her hard nipples. He smirked, knowing she wasn’t wearing a bra and he doubted she wore panties either.

“I’ve only got a couple of hours before I need to be at work.” Charlotte leaned into Race, running a red painted nail down his chest.

“I thought you were off on Wednesday nights.”

“Usually I am, but Caroline called out sick and they needed someone to cover her shift.” Charlotte’s hand cupped his erection through his jeans, giving it a not so gentle squeeze.

Smiling down at her, he said, “Then we better get to it.”

—

Bellamy finally found her television remote. She was the only one who lived in her house so she couldn’t figure out how it always managed to disappear. Nine times out of ten, it was stuck either between the couch cushions or under them. One time, it somehow managed to slip through the couch and ended up under it. She had absolutely no idea how that happened.

She plopped down on the couch and flipped the T.V. on. She clicked through the channels until she found her favorite show. She sat at the edge of her couch eating reheated leftover chicken alfredo she’d made last night for dinner. It wasn’t as easy to cook for one as most people would think. No matter what she cooked, she ended up with lots of leftovers.

She took a drink of her wine then reached for her phone. She dialed Calliope’s number, wanting to check in on her. She was pregnant with her first child and Bellamy hadn’t been around as much as she would have liked. She’d been really busy at her store, Bling Boutique, due to the holidays. Now it was January and things had slowed down enough for her to actually be home at a decent time and eat dinner.

“Hello?” Calliope’s voice sounded in her ear.

“Hey, girl! How’s the pregnancy going?” Bellamy took another bite of her pasta and turned down the volume on her television.

“It’s going great! I’ve missed you.”

“I know. I’ve missed you a lot, too. I’m so sorry my shop has kept me so busy that I haven’t been around that much, but now that things have slowed down, we need to make time to get together. I want to see how much that baby bump has grown.”

Calliope laughed. “Well, it’s coming right along. I found out last week that we’re having a girl.”

“Oh, I’m such a horrible friend! I can’t believe you’ve known for a week that you’re having a girl and I’m just now finding out.” Bellamy felt like a complete loser. Calliope was her best friend and she’d gotten way behind on things going on in her friend’s life. Truthfully, Calliope was more of a little sister than a friend which made Bellamy feel even more guilty.

“No! You’re not a bad friend. You are actually the first person we’ve told the sex of the baby to. We wanted to give ourselves time for it to sink in before we started sharing it with everyone else.”

Slightly mollified, Bellamy let it slide for now. She made a mental note to get together for lunch or something soon. Now that she’d hired a full-time employee and a couple of part-time employees, she could take the time to do little things like taking off to spend time with her best friend.

“Have you come up with any baby names?” Bellamy took a drink of wine and scooped up another bite of pasta.

“Uhh. Yes. He suggested Jasmine.”

“What is wrong with Jasmine?” Jackson could be heard asking in the background. Bellamy could tell by his tone he was teasing her. Picking a baby name had become a game between the two soon-to-be parents. Now that they had gotten the official news it was going to be a girl, things would surely get interesting on that front.

“It’s one of the most popular stripper names out there and my baby girl is not going to live with that kind of shadow.” Calliope had nothing against strippers or the name Jasmine. She was just being contrary because Jackson was trying to get her riled up. “He also suggested Eleanor which is too old and Liberty which is just no.”

Bellamy laughed. She could hardly wait to hear what kind of outlandish names Jackson came up with in his effort to mess with his wife. She finished off her dinner and went to pour herself another glass of wine. She had her phone pinned between her head and her shoulder, tugging on the cork.

A noise from outside caught her attention. Was that moaning? Was someone hurt? She squinted her eyes and leaned toward the window to get a better look. The glare on the window from the light didn’t allow her to see much, acting more like a mirror. She flipped the light over the sink off and tried to look again. “What the hell is that noise?” she mumbled absently. It sounded like a man moaning.

“What? What noise?” Calliope asked.

“I’m not sure. It’s coming from outside. Hang on.” She thought she saw someone on Race’s back deck but wasn’t sure. Was it Race? Had he fallen? Should she go check on him?

All of a sudden Bellamy was able to see clearly where the noise was coming from and who was making it. Lights in Race’s hot tub illuminated the area giving her quite the view. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

“What? What is it?” Calliope whispered back.

“It’s Race. He’s in his hot tub and he’s not alone and they’re both naked. Fucking.” Bellamy didn’t know whether to be scandalized or turned on. Definitely jealous considering the size of Race’s penis and how he was using it.

“You can see Race and another woman in his hot tub fucking?” Calliope squealed. “How big is he?”

“Woman, you do not need to know the size of Race’s dick!” Jackson shouted in the background.

“Well, they’re not fucking fucking. She’s giving him a blowjob. And let’s just say that even at this distance I can see the man has an impressive dick.” She took a drink of wine, her eyes never leaving the scene playing out in front of her.

“Woohoo!” Calliope cheered, which, of course, earned a response from Jackson.

“If you don’t change the subject right now, I’m going to fuck you on the floor so you remember you’ve got more than you can handle right here,” Jackson told her.

The blonde bimbo with the fake boobs was kneeling in the water sucking him off as he sat on the edge. He had one hand fisted in her hair and was pushing her head up and down on his cock. “How the hell did she do that?”

“Do what? Do what?” Calliope wanted to know.

“She got the whole thing down her throat,” Bellamy replied in disbelief.

“Wow. Race is definitely getting lucky.”

“Calliope,” Jackson warned.

“You better stop teasing him before he strokes out,” Bellamy laughed.

Calliope laughed along with her. “Jackson knows I’m just messing with him. Don’t you, honey?”

“I know, baby. I’m not worried. Every time I take your ass you tell me you can’t take anymore.”

“Oh my God! Shut up! I’m on the phone!”

Bellamy almost choked on her wine listening to the two of them go back and forth. “Calliope, should I let you go?”

“No. I’m good. You still watching Race have sex?”

“Yeah. Why not? If he’s going to do it out in the open, he should expect someone to watch.”

Race pulled the blonde off his dick, helped her to her feet and bent her over so that her hands rested on the side of the hot tub so he could fuck her from behind. “Yeah, those boobs are fake.”

“Maybe I should be the one to let you go. That way you can watch Race fuck uninterrupted,” Calliope teased.

“Tell her she could go over there and join them if she wanted. Race wouldn’t mind,” Jackson blurted in the background.

“Oh my God. I’m hanging up now.” Bellamy’s face heated in embarrassment. “I am not going over there and joining in.”

Calliope was laughing. “He’s teasing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Goodbye, Calliope. I’ll talk to you later.” Bellamy chuckled and hung up before Jackson could say anything more outrageous.

As she watched, Race pounded into the other woman. She was a noisy thing. She kept begging for more and harder and make her come, which she finally did when he reached around the front with his hand between her legs. Then she screamed like a banshee. Race finished up moments after the blonde. He pulled her up so that he could help her out of the hot tub. The lights went out and they apparently went back into his house.

Thank God that was over. She didn’t know whether to be pissed off at him for putting on the show or jealous of the woman for being the one he’d given the orgasm to. She shook her head and went back to the living room. What was wrong with her? If Race knew she’d watched him having sex with that woman, he’d never let Bellamy hear the end of it.

Her cell phone dinged with an incoming message. It was from Race. Did watching me fuck another woman get you off?

Oh my God! He’d seen her watching them? She was mortified. How would she ever face the man again?

—

Race locked the door after Charlotte left. He’d thought a round with her would have worn him out and taken care of his hunger after spying on Bellamy. To think he’d been debating on whether or not he should feel bad for spying on Bellamy and low and behold, she’d been spying on him fucking Charlotte. Who’d have guessed his neighbor was a voyeur?

He’d been getting sucked off by Charlotte while he watched Bellamy’s house, pretending it was Bellamy on her knees giving him head. He’d damn near come prematurely when her kitchen light came on and he’d seen her staring out her window toward his back deck. The fact that he and Charlotte hadn’t been the least bit quiet was probably what drew her to her window.

Feeling the need to rattle her cage, he’d flipped the lights in the hot tub on, fully expecting her to tuck tail and run. To his utter amazement, she’d stuck around to the very end.

He locked up after Charlotte left and picked up his phone, resuming his seat in front of the T.V. He had a message from Jackson. You’re neighbor is enjoying the show you’re putting on.

Before he could think better of it, he shot off a text to Bellamy. Did watching me fuck another woman get you off?

About two seconds after he hit SEND he’d wondered what the hell he’d been thinking. He should be continuing to keep his distance, not waving a red flag in her face. The last thing he needed to do was engage in further encounters between the two of them.

Standing next to his bed, he shucked his jeans off and slid in under the covers. He stared at his phone for a full minute wondering whether or not she would respond. When she didn’t he smiled to himself and plugged it up. He bet she was blushing as red as a tomato. He chuckled to himself, shut off his light and tried to go to sleep.

He sighed heavily. All the hard work Charlotte put in to easing Race’s tension was completely undone with the knowledge that Bellamy had been spying on him. Fuck. His dick was rock hard again and he was too damn tired to take care of it.

Somehow, someway, he had to find a way to get over this obsession he had with Bellamy.

Buy to continue reading