The Last Betrayal (21 page)

My hands move to her hips, reaching around and lifting her ass off the bed. It doesn’t matter how much I try, I can never get as close as I want, as hard and deep as I want.

“Holy crap, it’s deeper this way!” she shouts, her nails embedding themselves into my skin, making me hiss out. From pain? I’m not sure, but it definitely set my dick alight with newfound pleasure.

Tilting her hips a little bit more, I pull out almost all the way before plunging in hard. Her screams of pleasure fill the air, making my blood heat. The pulsing of her walls tells me she’s close, and I thrust faster.

Soon, she screams incoherent words into the air as her release coils her muscles tightly, her walls clamping like a vise around my cock.

Fuck me. I explode. My come shooting inside her. I still as the euphoria of my orgasm takes over. My jaw clenches as the pleasure goes on and on before I manage to roll off of her, and bring her close to my chest.

“That was fucking mind blowing,” I whisper to her, kissing her forehead.

“Damn straight. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Liam.” She sighs in contentment and snuggles closer to me.

I smile against her head as I hear her breathing even out. Closing my eyes, my mind races with what just happened and how much trust Lauren has in me. Drifting off, I picture Lauren’s hair fanning against the white pillows and her beaming smile on her face as I tease her. Life is just how I want it. Perfect.

We’ve been in London for a week, and I’m loving every minute of it. London is definitely a sight to behold. Today, Alexis and I visited the Tower of London, and it was fantastic. The artifacts and buildings had us looking around in awe. It was definitely magical. The guards were as stoic as I read about in magazines, not moving a muscle or making a single facial expression, even when we stood there making silly faces and making fools out of ourselves, not a hint of a smile.

Walking along the Thames now, ice cream in hand, we try to figure out why the Crusaders MC had to come over. We’ve thought up some ludicrous ideas, not one of them sticking out to us.

“I guess their club business bullshit will always be a mystery.” Alexis shrugs, licking her melting ice cream. She already has a drop on her pale blue blouse, which I point out to her. “Ah, shit.” She wipes at it, making it worse than it was.

“Maybe ice cream wasn’t such a hot idea.” I giggle, finishing the last of mine before throwing the used napkin into a trash can.

“Probably not, but this is damn good,” she says.

I shake my head at her, laughing softly.

We pass many people dressed as statues, standing solid on their podiums, unblinking. Some of them move when money is placed in the pots, and to me, that shit is scary. We quickly walk past, not giving them a second look. Gives me the shivers seeing them move when they look identical to statues.

Thankfully, the sun is shining with only a few scattered, gray clouds in the sky.

“Do you know what time the guys are back today? I need some lovin’,” Alexis says, smiling to herself.

“Not sure, club business and all that rubbish,” I reply, already grasping a word or two of British words. “I’m sick of hearing it, I know we can’t know what’s going on, but a little bit of an idea would keep my stomach from knotting, thinking about the danger they could be in.”

“I hear you, chick. I feel sick just thinking about it now.” She hangs her head and twists her hands in front of her.

I stop walking and stand in front of her. “Nothing is going to happen to them, they know what they’re doing. Plus, that Blade seems to know what he’s doing.”

“I guess. After what happened with the Hell Riders, you can’t really blame me for worrying.” She shrugs her shoulders at me before looking off over the Thames.

“I repeat, they’ll be fine.” I link my arm through hers and drag her along beside me. “Know what will be fun and will keep our minds off things?”

“What’s that?” Alexis asks, taking a sideways glance at me.

“London Dungeons.” I smirk, knowing she doesn’t like to be scared shitless. I’ve heard so much from friends about the place, and I’ve always wanted to visit.

“Um, that sounds pretty creepy…” she trails off, playing with a strand of hair with her free hand.

“Oh, stop being such a pussy.” I laugh.

Looking at each signpost for the right direction to head in, I feel Alexis trying to break the link between our arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Nowhere,” she mumbles.

I ignore her and follow the direction the signpost is pointing us. Time for some shits and giggles.

Once again, we’re sitting around the table in the Church room, this time with Blade leaning against the double doors with his arms crossed over his chest, one foot pressed back on the door.

“If we have Hell Riders over here, we can’t find them anywhere,” Chip starts off saying, scratching his head. Frustration is clearly written on his face, forming wrinkles on his forehead.

“Of course you won’t, they’re on the down low. With a rat in this place, he’ll be telling them all the shit they wanna know,” Mack replies, short of saying ‘duh’ in Chip’s face.

“We need to tail Trick, see where he’s meeting whoever it is he’s meeting with. These notes and stuff are happening daily now, and it’s starting to piss me off,” Mack says, looking directly at Prez.

Over the course of the week, and, apparently, before we got here, they had been receiving threatening letters, always signed with ‘unknown’. The threats are well described, making the strongest of men feel sick thinking about it. If these threats are carried out, they won’t be pretty.

“Okay, Blade and Champ, you tail him. We’ll all be on standby waiting,” Prez says, looking between me and Blade. “You see anything suspicious, call.”

“We’re on it,” Blade grumbles from his post at the door.

Great, I have to spend fuck knows how much time with mister happy over there. Aren’t I fucking lucky.

I stand, the chair behind me squeaking across the laminate flooring. “Let’s get started then. Anyone know where the fucker is?”

“In bed most probably. He’s a lazy twat.” Mack says, eyeing me from his post at the table. “Steak out his house.”

“Prez?” I say, I don’t take my orders from someone below the Prez. He’s the boss.

“As Mack said, son.” I nod my head at him and head for the now open door.

Stepping out, Blade falls into step beside me saying, “Who’s car we taking? Can’t take the bikes because we’d be too obvious.”

“Let’s take my rental, they won’t suspect us then. He’ll know your car,” I reply as we walk down the short hallway towards the main doors. “Plus, I’d prefer to drive.” From the corner of my eye, I see the side of his mouth lift in amusement. Huh, the guy can smile, who knew?

Climbing into my rental and closing the door, I immediately start the car and turn on the heat. “Is it always cold in England? It’s freezing.”

Blade laughs while strapping himself in and getting comfy. “A few weeks a year we get heatwaves. The weather is never right here. Today isn’t actually that cold. You’re just not used to it being from LA and all.”

“I guess you’re right,” I reply, zipping my jacket up before pulling the seatbelt over me.

We’ve been sat outside Trick’s brownstone for over two hours, nothing major has happened, unless you count the postman falling up the stairs. Even Blade cracked a damn smile at that.

I sit here, watching the beige front door, thinking about Lauren. Her tight pussy wrapped around my cock is exactly what I need right now. Just thinking this and my dick twitched in my pants. Now is not the fucking time.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn my attention back on the door, just in time to see Trick emerging from his house…without his cut. Motherfucker.

In our world, not wearing your cut is a dishonor to the club. Another betrayal to add to his growing list. This fucker is really starting to make my blood boil. If I had my way, I’d fucking kill him right now.

Trick climbs into his beat up Land Rover and drives off. Waiting ‘til he’s further down the road, I start the car and follow at a safe distance.

After winding through back roads for about ten minutes, he stops his SUV outside a run-down church. Why the fuck would he be here?

No sooner does that question pop into my head, a man with a Hell Riders cut comes out the door. The guy is fucking massive with wide shoulders that fill the doorway and muscles that would rival the Hulk. His shaven head and stubbly jaw make him look even scarier. We’re not too close, but I can see the Nazi symbol on the side of his neck…This dude is definitely not a nice dude.

Rolling my window down slowly to hear what’s being said, Blade grabs my arm saying, “Not too much. It’s noisy.”

“I’m not an idiot, Blade, I’ve done this enough times in my years with the Crusaders,” I whisper back, shrugging him off my arm.

He holds his hands up in a surrendering pose, shaking his at the same time. “Sorry, mate. Didn’t mean anything by it.”

I nod my head at him and return my attention to Trick and baldylocks. Listening carefully, I hear Trick mention something to do with the Crusaders and again my blood boils, I can feel the heat in my cheeks as rage surges through my body.