Redemption Road (Vicious Cycle #2)(80)
As I stared into Rev’s handsome face, I couldn’t help feeling like my love for him would overflow beyond the confines of my physical body. He was so loyal, so strong, and so honorable. I wanted their plan to work so much for him, for his brothers, and for me. Most of all, I wanted to stay strong for him.
Rising off the couch, Rev said, “You just have to have faith. In the meantime, we all need to lay low in case Mendoza knows more than he’s letting on.” He held out his hand. “Now hurry up with the packing. I need to be back to the roadhouse to supervise as soon as I can.”
When I stood up, Rev drew me back into his arms for a moment. “The only thing you need to be worrying about right now is how well you’ll handle being cooped up with a crowd.” He stared intently into my eyes. “Mendoza will never hurt you again. I swear.”
As I brought my lips to his, I wanted to believe him, but I just couldn’t seem to drive away the dark feeling of foreboding that enveloped me.
Three days into the lockdown felt like thirty days. Although I loved my new MC family, it was hard being cooped up together with tension weighing heavy in the air. I also couldn’t help feeling like people were staring at me because I was the source of the trouble. I didn’t bother voicing my concern to Rev because I knew he would say I was just being silly or paranoid.
Considering how laid-back everyone usually was, life during lockdown ran on a pretty strict schedule. There had to be order to ensure that everyone got fed, showered, and slept. Most of the men were housed down at the warehouse, since it was poorly insulated and heated. Rev and I barely had time alone since Bishop slept on the floor in our room with his flavor-of-the-week club whore. His bedroom had been given to Mama Beth, who was bunking with some of the older women.
It was also Alexandra’s first time on lockdown, and she wasn’t handling being cooped up any better than I was. Of course, she was also dealing with swollen feet, backaches, and exhaustion from being pregnant. At breakfast, she had appeared utterly spent and kept rubbing her lower back. She had excused herself in the middle of the meal and gone to lie down. After that, I was surprised that she insisted on helping out the officers’ old ladies who were in charge of meals.
We were all hard at work preparing the chicken and rice when Alexandra said, “Shit. I think we need more rice.”
I held my hand up to stop her. “Take it easy, mama. I’m on it,” I said as I headed into the giant pantry just off the kitchen. As I reached for the bulk-sized box of rice, I heard the door close behind me. I didn’t think much of it until a hand snaked around my waist, drawing me against a hard, familiar body. Although his intent was clear, I asked, “What are you doing?”
Rev’s reply came in the form of his warm tongue sliding up the column of my neck, causing me to shiver in pleasure. One of his hands slid from my waist up to cup my breast. When he squeezed it, I gasped and tried to turn toward him. His breath scorched my ear as he whispered, “I need you.”
“So badly you have to molest me in the pantry with your brothers’ old ladies outside?” I teased.
He rubbed his erection against my backside. “I need you,” he repeated, his voice deep with desire.
I turned slowly in his arms, making sure to rub every one of my curves against his body. In the dim glow from the lightbulb overhead, I could see the evidence of his desire in his face. His deep blue eyes were hooded, his strong jaw clenched. He made me feel so beautiful in moments like these, so wanted, so complete. Never defiled and degraded because of what I had been through.
Bringing my lips to his, I savored his rough and rugged handling of me. My arms came up to wrap around his neck, my fingers tangling through the strands of his long hair. His tongue slid across my lips, opening my mouth to allow him inside. Our tongues danced along together. When I tugged his hair, he groaned into my mouth.
His fingers came to fumble at the button on my jeans. Once he had them undone, he jerked the zipper down. And then one of his hands slipped inside, cupping me over my underwear. “Rev,” I moaned when his fingers delved into my panties to stroke me. My hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction. Back and forth his fingers slid over my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, and driving me mad when he wasn’t even inside me. I rubbed myself even harder against him, not caring that I’d positively soaked him with my need. And then I came faster than I ever had before. Eyes pinched shut. Legs giving way. Crying his name so loud that I was sure anyone in the next room could hear.
Rev pulled his hand out of my panties and jeans, and with eyes burning with lust, he proceeded to lick me off each one of his fingers. I grunted with frustration before reaching out to undo his jeans. “Quit teasing me and get inside me.”
He gave me a lazy grin. “If that’s what you want.”
I gripped his erection tight in my hand, causing him to suck in a breath. “Yeah, that’s what I want, and I’m pretty sure that’s what your dick wants, too.”
His eyes widened. “Annabel Percy, what a mouth you have on you.”
Smiling, I replied, “Being around bikers has been a bad influence.”
He chuckled. “Then a part of me hopes that lockdown doesn’t end anytime soon.”
I shoved his jeans down over his buttocks while he worked at tugging mine down my thighs. It probably would have been easier just to undress ourselves, but there was something much hotter about taking care of each other.