Move the Sun (Signal Bend #1)(75)
He took her hand away and rolled over onto her. “Easy, Sport. I’m gonna linger over you this morning.”
She huffed. “I thought you liked our wild f*cks.”
He traced his nose and lips over the contours of her beautiful, clear face, moving down the side of her neck. He loved the little hollow at the base of her throat, and he paused to lap at it. “You know I do, baby. I love it rough with you. It’s explosive. You are hot and strong and can take everything I can give you.” He groaned and flexed at the thought. But things were about to explode around them. On this very day, in fact.
He knew that, but she didn’t, not yet. He wanted to linger, savor, love. As he kissed her, all over, down her arms, over her belly, across her breasts, he whispered to her. “But right now, I want to take some time and feel the way we slide together. I want it to build up. I want to fill you up over and over, I want to feel your skin moving under mine.”
She stilled, and so did he. He looked up, checking her response. “Jesus Christ, Isaac.” She sounded breathless.
Not sure yet whether she was still frustrated, he grinned a little. “You okay, Sport?”
He saw her swallow. “Yeah. That was sexy as hell. Do that. I want to f*ck like that.”
His lips on her belly, he shook his head. “I’m not gonna f*ck you, baby. I’m gonna move you. Let me.
Let me have you.” She nodded, and he felt her relax completely, like she’d flipped a switch. With a smile, he ducked between her thighs and tasted her. He took his fill.
That morning, he made her come over and over, slowly, with his mouth and his hands and his cock. He made her come until she cried mercy. Then they showered together, and he brought her off again. Always in the back of his mind was the knowledge that this could be their last time alone together, and he did everything he could to make it count.
Then, he took her to Marie’s for breakfast. They greeted the regulars, and Lilli had her usual, as did Isaac. He watched her eat her waffles, carefully filling every square with syrup before she dug in. When she looked up and caught him staring, her lips glistening with syrup, he smiled. “I love you, Sport. You’re it for me. You fill up a space in me I didn’t even know was empty.”
She grinned smugly and took another big bite. She looked happy and at her ease. She was perfect.
When they were done, he rode her back to her little house. Not knowing yet that Ray was back, she planned to spend the day working.
oOo
For the first time in his memory, Isaac hated walking into the Night Horde clubhouse.
Even before he crossed the threshold, he felt the weight fold over his shoulders like a mantle. Ray Hobson. Lawrence Ellis. So much trouble focused on the club. He couldn’t shake the notion that his brief weekend with Lilli had been some sort of last hurrah. The choices he would make this day could determine the fate of his club and his town, and would determine the course of his life and Lilli’s.
When Isaac came into the Hall, Dan was standing at the bar. He was about to do his shift patrolling the town, Isaac knew. Wyatt was at the bar, too; he and Dan were drinking coffee and chatting.
“Hold up, D. Let me talk to Wyatt a minute; I’m gonna send him out with you.”
Showdown had been pondering the chess game, obviously, but his eyes were on Isaac now. “Show, why don’t you head back to the office with Wyatt and me. We can get him up to speed on what he missed.”
Isaac and Show sat Wyatt down in the office and filled him in about Ellis and the Northsiders, and the new plan for keeping watch against trouble. When Wyatt was caught up and understood the plan for actively patrolling the town and surrounding farms, Isaac leaned back in his desk chair and asked, “How was your trip? Ray doin’ okay?” Show gave him a sharpish look but said nothing.
Wyatt shrugged, looking morose. “Trip was okay. Put a pile of fish in the freezer for the next fish fry.
Ray’s Ray. Ain’t really been right since he got back. Thought getting him out in the woods, doing somethin’
we always did, tradition or whatever, might shake him loose some. But I don’t know. He’s got shit goin’ on in his head.”
Isaac leaned forward. “What kind of shit?”
Wyatt simply shrugged again and said, “War shit,” but there was something in his eyes. Isaac saw it and knew: Wyatt knew about what had happened. Ray had told his brother. Isaac wasn’t sure how or whether that changed the plan, but it was something to be aware of.
He sent Wyatt out to take off with Dan. When he and Show were alone in the office, he asked his VP, “You ready for this?”
Show nodded. “Are you?”
Isaac was chomping at the bit, in fact. “We got four hours. Let’s get it done.” They waited until Dan and Wyatt left, and then they took the club van and drove south to Ray’s place.
oOo
They found Ray in his underwear, already half drunk, barely past noon. They got him dressed and brought him to the clubhouse promising all the booze he could drink.
What he really wanted to do was drag Ray’s sorry, drunk ass back to the room and torture the truth out of him. Isaac didn’t need Victor for it, either. He was more than happy to get Ray’s blood under his fingernails. But Show had talked him down from that idea. They were sticking with the plan. Ply the bastard with alcohol, get him blubbering. The thought sickened Isaac. It was plain that Ray was experiencing some kind of guilt over what he’d done. He was a broken shadow of a man. Good. Fine.