Only two things stopped him. The first was obviously El Diablo. He didn’t believe the man would give Bones two weeks. That was a ploy to get the club to relax. Let down their guard. He’d be after them soon and, even though taking off might throw him off their tail, Sword had no desire to face him alone with no one to help him protect Magenta. He was a cocky bastard, but not that cocky. Second? Right before they pulled into the Bones compound, Magenta had slid her arms around him, placing one palm in the center of his chest while the other slid around his hip to fully cup his cock.

  Game over.

  He needed her in his own house, but his suite in the clubhouse would have to do for now. The little minx knew what she was doing, too. When he turned off the bike and swung his leg over the tank, she giggled. Especially when he scooped her up and took off to the clubhouse.

  “If I wasn’t afraid you were still hurtin’, I’d spank your ass, girl,” he growled playfully. To his delight, she continued to giggle.

  The door to the compound opened, and Shadow met him. The big man opened his mouth to say something but stopped, shut it, then grinned. “It can wait.”

  Sword carried her up the stairs to the second floor. All the club members and prospects slept at the clubhouse more often than not if they didn’t have families of their own. Those who had no one had their own room, some of them suites depending on their needs and the room available. Sword was glad of it.

  Once inside, he locked the door and pulled Magenta to him, kissing her hungrily. “Little witch,” he growled. “Teasing me all the way home with your touch and laughter.”

  “I love riding with you.”

  “Do you love fuckin’ me as well?”

  Her breath caught in a little hitch. “Yes,” she breathed. “I love it very much.”

  “Think you could do it again?”

  “I think I can manage.” Her smile was heavenly. Sword was beat from the long, hard ride, but she’d made it go way too fast and now, he had to have her. It was a necessity.

  He separated from her long enough to strip. She did the same, and when they came together again, both were naked and needing. Her little breasts sported pebble-hard nipples straining to his touch, and he could see moisture dripping from her cunt down one thigh.

  Pulling her to him, mashing her body against his, was the only thing he could do. Sword wanted to sigh in contentment when her skin slid against his. Her little moans as she rubbed her nipples over his hair-dusted chest were the sweetest music. She met his kiss with a hungry one of her own, sliding her lips delicately over his until he deepened the kiss. She shivered in his arms, clinging to him so sweetly.

  Not wanting to wait any longer, Sword lifted her, urging her legs around his waist so he could carry her to the bed. When he did, she let his cock slip between the folds of her pussy, rubbing over him and wetting him with her intimate moisture. She rocked her hips against him, sliding up and down so that his dick rubbed over her clit with every stroke, every movement of her hips and pelvis.

  “Good,” she breathed. “So good.” Magenta nibbled on his ear and neck as he made his way to the bed, taking her down to the mattress and covering her with his bigger body.

  “Fuck!” She was driving him insane. The woman had moves that were boggling his mind!

  “I love the way you hold me.” Her little whimper caressed through him, creating an intimacy he’d never experienced with a woman. “I really do feel safe.”

  He pulled back to kiss her chin. “I’ll always keep you safe, Magenta. If you believe nothin’ else, believe that. No matter what, I will make sure no one ever harms you again.”

  Her smile twisted him up inside, melting a heart he hadn’t even known he had. “I also love the way you fuck me. I never knew there was such pleasure. I thought it was all tales women told each other to get through the act.”

  Sword couldn’t help his cocky grin. Even though he wanted to pound every member of Black Reign who’d had her and hurt her, knowing she’d enjoyed his attentions, wanted more of them, eased him somewhat. “Oh, I’ve got way more to show you, girl. I could keep you locked in here with me for weeks and not scratch the surface. Months.”

  “Yes,” she said, nodding eagerly. “Let’s do that.”

  Sword kissed her even as he laughed at her eagerness. Life with Magenta wasn’t going to be dull. There would be moments she’d be skittish, but Sword knew he could always make it better. Maybe not in the moment, but he’d treat her so good she’d come to trust him to know when to pull back. And he would, because she mattered to him.

  Needing to be inside her, Sword stretched over her to the nightstand. He snagged a condom from the drawer and rolled it on, discarding the wrapper in the wastebasket beside the bed. Careful not to hurt her, he slid inside her little pussy, savoring the tight glove of her sex. He was rewarded when she arched against him, clinging sweetly to his shoulders and back.

  Once inside her, Sword rolled them so he lay on his back with her sprawled over him, his cock fully imbedded.

  “Oh!” Her little cry made him smile. She still lay against him, one hand braced on his chest, but seemed baffled as to what he wanted her to do. When he urged her to slip up on him, she gave another cry, this one a little throaty as the new position created a different sensation inside her. “Oh…”

  The new sensations from the foreign position surprised Magenta. His hands rested on her thighs, but he let her set the pace. It took her a few seconds to get the hang of how to move, but once she did Magenta found she could be in control of both their pleasure.

  She slid up and down, rocking her hips in a sensual slide. When she figured out how to put a little twist and a snap at the end of her movement, Sword gritted his teeth, and his grip on her thighs tightened. She knew then she had it right.

  Over and over she rode him, working to draw out his pleasure and find the limits of hers. Sword’s rough hands slid from her thighs to her waist, his big hands nearly spanning her middle. He paused only a moment, and then his hands worked their way up to her breasts, where he cupped her, pulling and tugging at her nipples. Still she moved.

  Magenta loved watching Sword’s face while she pleasured him. There was an intensity and passion she’d never expected. Her experience with sex before hadn’t been more than a man on top of her or behind her shoving inside her until he came. She’d never enjoyed it. Never wanted to enjoy it. Enjoying sex with the men Handlebar sent her to would mean she really was a whore. If she’d wanted the sex they’d forced on her, the horrible treatment and less-than-careful handling of her, it would have been so much worse. She might have done something rash. But this with Sword…

  Everything was a new experience. Everything was good and exciting and welcomed with open arms. She loved the way his expression hardened when he was trying to hold on, to not come. She loved that he thought to protect her with the condom he’d used both times. And she loved that he recognized how much she loved riding the bike with him and was willing to give it to her even when they both knew there could be danger. He had surrounded her with every member of Bones and Salvation’s Bane, putting them both in the middle of the pack in order to give her what she wanted. He’d insisted they make it out of Florida first, but he’d done it for her. For that alone, she’d do everything she could to give him pleasure.

  With a rough growl, Sword sat up, pulling her to him, surging up into her as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He had a way of doing that every time he hugged her to him, enveloping her in his strong arms. Shifting positions, he turned the tables on Magenta, taking control with an effortless grace that left her breathless. Sword was on his knees sitting back on his heels, moving her in time with his own movements as easily as if she weighed nothing. The casual display of power thrilled Magenta beyond belief, triggering her orgasm.

  With a shrill cry, Magenta came in a wet rush of heat. She clung to Sword, needing everything he had to give her. Giving him every part of her without reservation. She trusted him with her life, her heart. In that moment, she was all in, and knew she would be for better or worse. She’d given Sword her heart.

  She screamed his name, arching her back to give him access to her breasts. The need for him to possess all of her was there, open for the taking. As she knew he would, Sword wasted no time taking what she offered. His mouth found one nipple and he sucked, prolonging her pleasure.

  The moment she felt him swelling inside her, Magenta locked her arms around his neck, pulling herself upright and finding his mouth with hers. She thrust her tongue inside, kissing him with all the feelings inside her she either couldn’t name or was afraid to put into words. Maybe she’d latched on to him because he seemed to be the first decent man she’d ever met. Maybe it was his magnetism. Or, perhaps, they were just drawn to each other with some kind of cosmic force neither understood. All Magenta knew was that she needed him with her. Inside her. Beside her. And, when the time called for it, in front of her. Sword was all that and more. Right this moment, he was giving her enough pleasure to last a lifetime.

  When it was over, when they were both finally spent, Sword kissed her gently. He trailed kisses from her jaw to her neck and back to her lips. His hands trailed a soothing caress over her back and buttocks.

  “Are you OK?” His question no longer surprised her. Though he was wild with her, he was mostly careful. When he wasn’t, he always soothed her afterward.

  “I’m wonderful,” she replied. Even to herself she sounded drowsy. Sated.

  “Good. I’ll clean up and join you. We can rest for a few hours before we meet with Cain. He’ll want a full report from me, what he hasn’t gotten from Torpedo, but he’ll give us time to settle in.” Sword was glad Magenta had already positively identified the woman in the pictures El Diablo had sent to Cain, though he hadn’t told her who’d actually killed Ginger. He didn’t want her to go with him when he faced the president. Not because he was afraid he’d get dressed down, but Cain could be a bit intimidating at the best of times. Magenta had been through enough for the time being.

  “Is he going to be mad at you for bringing me with you?” Magenta hated how insecure she sounded, but there it was. Perhaps she’d always have a part of her that felt that way, but she hoped she could get past it to be the woman Sword deserved.

  “Cain? Hell no! You’re exactly where you should be. You’re my woman. The club protects each other. We all protect our women and children. We’re one big family, and we have each other’s backs. Black Reign and El Diablo will come no matter what. Better you’re with us than on your own. Even if you weren’t my woman.”

  “El Diablo?” Magenta’s stomach clenched in fear and she thought she might throw up.

  “You know of him?” Instantly, Sword was all business.

  “He’s bad news, Sword. One of the few things my mother warned me about was El Diablo.”

  “Apparently, he’s muscle for the actual owner of the shit Black Reign was sellin’. Though, what we can’t figure out is why he’s involved with such a miniscule amount. Three hundred thousand dollars is pocket change to the type of people this guy works for.”

  “All I know is my mother knew him from before she brought us to Black Reign. I heard her arguing with someone when I came home from school. There was a handsome man sitting in our living room. He said nothing, just sat there watching Ginger intently. I didn’t think he’d even noticed I was there, but he was the one to greet me.”

  “How long ago was this?”

  “Six years ago. My sophomore year.”

  Sword winced slightly, muttering, “I’m so fucked.” Then he shook his head. “What were they talking about?”

  “Honestly? I’m not completely sure. Looking back, I think she might have gotten El Diablo to do something to my grandparents. It was only a couple weeks later they were in the car accident that killed them.”

  “So, possibly, he was coming for payback from her anyway.” Sword looked like he was absorbing every scrap of information she was giving him and considering it carefully. “What else?”

  “I never saw him again after that, though he spoke to me at length. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just how I was doing in school. What subjects I liked. Did I play sports. That sort of thing. He was very polite but not overly friendly. He told me that, if I continued to do well in school, I’d get scholarships to college. I could be anything I wanted to be. I could leave Florida and never look back, if that’s what I wanted. Before he left, I heard him tell my mother she didn’t have much time and that he would be back. I have no idea what he meant, but I’m sure it had everything to do with what you said happened before you guys left the Black Reign compound. He was there to collect a price from her for whatever happened six years ago.” She took a breath, knowing she was rambling, but the memory was distant after all she’d been through. She knew she needed to give Sword all the information she could. Let him figure it all out because she couldn’t. “I asked her who the man was. She told me he was the devil. El Diablo. She said the only thing I needed to know about him was that he was evil. He’d kill me without a moment’s hesitation if I ever came across him. I remember thinking that everything they’d taught us in school about being aware of strangers and just because someone was nice to us didn’t necessarily mean they were nice finally made sense.”

  “But what could be worth the amount of money this man deals in that he caught up with your mother now?”

  “Maybe it was the combination of things? Three hundred thousand dollars plus whatever my mother owed him.”

  “Maybe.” Sword frowned, shaking his head. “Doesn’t add up, but we’ve got nothing else.” He looked at Magenta again. “How long after that visit did you say it was before your grandparents died?”

  “Just a couple of weeks. Maybe a month. I can’t remember the exact time frame.”

  “And how long after that before your mother took up with Black Reign?”

  “Immediately. Crow moved her in, but didn’t make her his ol’ lady for another year. It was the end of my junior year when he did because I wasn’t allowed to go back for my senior year.”

  Sword’s jaw clenched, but he only nodded once to acknowledge her. He stood and walked toward the bathroom before glancing at her over his shoulder. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

  As if she could go anywhere. Magenta was bone-tired. She’d slept better than she ever had the night before, safe for the first time in a very long while. But the emotional turmoil and the long bike ride -- no matter how enjoyable -- had taken its toll on her body. She was nearly asleep when Sword crawled into bed with her. She let him pull her against him and wrap her up in his strong arms. God, she loved that! Sleeping with another was the most vulnerable position she could imagine, but it felt natural with Sword. Right.

  With a sigh and a kiss to his chest, Magenta let sleep have her, safe in the arms of a man to rival even El Diablo.

  Chapter Ten

  Two weeks was an eternity for a club like Bones to prepare for an attack. They had the place sealed off in twelve hours, locked down like Fort Knox within forty-eight, and every single member of the club, including four from Salvation’s Bane who’d escorted them from Florida, at the ready. Sword had no idea exactly what they were preparing for, but they weren’t taking chances with the women and children in their care.

  During that time, not only did Sword help his club prepare for war, but he got to know his woman. Magenta was nothing he could have ever imagined. She was giving, loving, and so passionate she rivaled his own appetites. She was hesitant at first, unsure of her footing or what she really wanted. Sword knew he probably should have backed off and let her come around on her own, but he was a bastard. Wanting her was a craving inside him he couldn’t fight. Her light filled him every time he looked at her, beckoning him. Keeping her was a must. As a result, he seduced his way into her life, pleasuring her in every way he could, giving her anything she desired until his brothers were laughing at him and the women were sighing over Magenta.

  The night before the end of the two weeks El Diablo had given them was the night Sword knew Magenta was his. She not only initiated sex the first time that night, but several times. By the morning, Sword was worn out and happier than he could ever remember being. Magenta had passed out cold draped over his naked body while he sifted her long, silky hair through his fingers.

  His phone chimed and he reached for it, careful not to disturb Magenta.

  Group text from Bohannon. Heads up. Incoming right to the front gate.

  As prepared as the club was, Sword wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready to give up this time with Magenta. Wasn’t ready for her to see how close to danger she still was. She was protected, but he didn’t want her to feel like she had to rely on the club for protection. He wanted her to feel strong on her own.

  Carefully, he extracted himself, leaving her hugging his pillow, all that pale hair fanning out over her naked body. Very gently, he pulled the covers higher over her, wishing he could wrap her up in a protective cocoon until this was all over and El Diablo and his men were gone.

  He sent an acknowledging text before leaving the room to meet his brothers. Before he left, Sword placed a gentle kiss to Magenta’s temple. Mama and Pops, the self-appointed parents of the club, would be up after her before they locked everyone in the basement. No need to wake her just yet.

  Once in the church, their meeting hall, Cain leaned over the table where Data was scrolling through a tablet, giving him information as they planned their defense. Sword stood by, checking weapons with Bohannon, making sure all was ready.

  “Not much for being on the defensive,” Bohannon commented.

  “Don’t think we will be long.” Sword nodded in Cain’s direction. “Look at his face.”

 

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