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I don’t even know what I shouted as I came and couldn’t even be sure it was English. My orgasm raged on, and Kitten’s perfect cunt milked every last drop of come I had. If she wasn’t pregnant already, she would’ve been after this, because that was the mother-load of loads.

I chuckled.

Mother-load of loads.

“Riggs!”

“Shit, sorry,” I said, still laughing. I forgot about the no laughing while fucking rule but I was pretty sure if she knew what I was laughing about she’d laugh too.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to her sweaty shoulder.

“You okay?”

She looked over her shoulder at me.

“That was good, Tiger…real fucking good,” she said, still a little breathless.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss on that filthy mouth.

“I know you do,” she said, winking at me. “Keep fucking me like that and I’ll give you all the dirty talk you want,” she promised.

I grinned, taking her mouth again and wondered how I ever got so lucky.

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Five

 

 

 

I’m learning that sometimes life ends up differently than you expected, that I don’t always need a plan, and sometimes I have to let go and see what happens. It’s a pretty amazing journey, letting go of the things you thought you wanted and enjoying all the surprises
life
has to offer you.

In other words—I’m learning to like detours.

And Riggs? He’s the best detour of all. I think I might be addicted to his dick. Is it possible to have a penis addiction? Hi, my name is Lauren, and I’m addicted to Riggs’ cock. Don’t sign me up for Dicks Anonymous, I most definitely will not go.

I’m perfectly content.

That thought alone should scare the shit out of me but it doesn’t. Riggs is teaching me to roll with the punches, to ride the wave, and that’s pretty fucking awesome, considering the only waves I’ve ever ridden are the ones in Mexico.

In all seriousness, it’s not just his cock, it’s everything. Riggs is everything I never knew I wanted.

And that’s a hard thing for a girl like me to swallow because I usually know how to keep my feelings intact. I’m someone who likes to be one step ahead of the game, a girl who likes to know what will happen, before it even does, never allowing myself to get hurt.

Break my heart?

Give someone that kind of power over me?

Absolutely not.

Yet here we were, Kitten and Tiger, and no other label could compare. I didn’t need him to carve our names into a tree because I had
him
. I had his word, his vow he wanted to see where we went, a promise he’d try.

It was enough for now.

It was everything.

He was pushing a wagon in a supermarket for Christ’s sake and he wasn’t even complaining, not one bit…and we were in the produce department too.

After we showered together this morning, he insisted we go shopping for a mattress. Riggs’ bike was out of commission and since I had sold my car, we were walking the streets of Brooklyn. We stopped first at Sleepy’s, where he insisted we roll around on every mattress they sold. Finally, he picked one perfect for us and it was being delivered the following day.

Afterward we walked along 86
th
Street when he turned and asked me to wait outside for a minute as he went into one of the many dollar stores that lined the busy street. I didn’t question him, I loved that Riggs was full of surprises, and waited outside while he delivered the most thoughtful gift I had ever been on the receiving end of. Five minutes later he emerged from the store, his grin firmly secured to his face as he waved a bag over his head.

My face hurt from smiling so much.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine before handing me the bag. I opened the bag and pulled out a pair of socks that had kittens all over them.

“You bought me socks?” I asked, looking back inside the bag to see it was full of all different kinds of funky socks. Some had kittens, some had superheroes; there was even a pair of Christmas socks in there.

“Make sure you wear them too,” he said, draping his arm over my shoulders. “Can’t have those feet of yours ice cold anymore, especially when you’re rubbing them on me in the middle of the night,” he added.

“You bought me socks,” I repeated.

“So?” He kissed the top of my head and dragged me into the supermarket.

They were only socks to Riggs, not a big gesture in his book, but in mine they were the sweetest gift anyone had ever given me. He was taking care of me without even trying.

And how did I repay him? By forcing him to eat fruits and vegetables. I looked down at the celery in my hand then back at Riggs who appeared bored as he stared at the apples in the wagon.

“What’s your favorite thing to eat?” I asked, watching his head lift and his eyes snap toward mine. He grinned mischievously at me and I laughed out loud. “Not what I meant,” I said. “What’s your favorite meal?”

“One could argue that what I had for breakfast this morning was in fact a meal,” he pointed out.

“Food, Riggs. Tell me your favorite food,” I clarified.

He took a minute to think about it, then straightened his shoulders and smiled at me.

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he said, smiling as he pushed the wagon.

Another surprise.

“Really? I took you more for a meat and potatoes kind of guy,” I said, a bit bewildered as I bit my cheek. It just so happened that I made the best meatballs and while I preferred them fried, I could definitely throw together a little marinara sauce. “I want to cook dinner for us tonight,” I blurted, throwing a couple of heads of garlic into the wagon.

I could feel him stare at me as I grabbed the basil and added it to the cart. When I lifted my eyes to his, I saw a slow grin work its way across his lips.

“You can cook?”

“Of course I can cook,” I replied, feeling my cheeks redden I nervously repositioned my glasses on my face and looked back at him. “It’s my God given right,” I offered.

“Because you’re a woman?”

“Because I’m Maria Bianci’s daughter,” I corrected. “I know she may not be your favorite person, but she can throw down in the kitchen,” I informed him, lacing my arm through his as we walked through the supermarket. “Stop smiling at me like that, you’re making me blush,” I ordered. He continued to push the cart and I noticed from the corner of my eye he was still smiling.

“I like it when you blush, Kitten, like it a whole lot,” he whispered.

 

      

 

I’m whipped.

And for lack of better words and all puns intended, I am one hundred percent pussy whipped.

The sickest thing of all was, I didn’t give a fuck.

Lauren was my dream girl, sweet when she wanted to be, ferocious when she needed to be, and fucking wild in the bedroom. Plus she could cook. She made my favorite for dinner, something someone had cooked for me a long time ago, before Bones’ mom passed.

I watched her from the living room, barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen—I couldn’t help but chuckle. Lauren didn’t share my amusement and dragged my ass into the kitchen, insisting I help her. She taught me how to make the perfect meatball and I now knew Maria Bianci’s secret ingredient. I wouldn’t hesitate to leak that shit if that woman should find the need to piss me off.

Bones showed up as we were eating dinner and Lauren fixed him a plate. The three of us sat down like Three’s Company and ate, forgetting all about the reason Bones was there in the first place. Jack was calling Church in an hour and my ass was needed at the compound. It was time to face the music and tell him the truth of how I fucked up, how all this shit with the Chinese was my fault.

I kissed Kitten goodbye and left with Bones. We were late walking into the Chapel, just as Jack slammed the gavel down.

“Nice of you two idiots to join us,” he commented.

“Leave them alone, man. These two fucks were getting it on in the back of the cage,” Wolf chimed in.

“You two dicks acting out a little Brokeback Mountain?” Pipe questioned.

“The fact that you even know what that is makes me wonder if that mail order bride of yours is just a cover,” I growled. “Wolf here, probably does it for you,” I turned to Wolf. “When you gonna make this bitch your old lady?”

Jack chuckled from the head of the table as Pipe stood, about to kick my ass but Wolf held him back, keeping his man in line and all that.

“All right, all right, enough. We have a lot of shit we need to cover and not a lot of time,” Jack announced. “We want to keep breathing, we need to settle this score with Wu. We were desperate to get back Reina and Blackie and fucked ourselves by taking their shit. There’s a reason we’ve been playing nice with the Red Dragons for all these years…them motherfuckers, they get down and dirty.”

“Let them fuck with us, let them try, we can get down and dirty too,” Wolf argued.

“I think you proved that point when you shot and killed those whores,” Jack cited, grounding out his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him.

“God rest their souls,” Wolf muttered, making the sign of the cross.

“You’re sick,” Bones declared, as he watched Wolf bow his head and pray for the souls of the whores who made a living cutting heroin.

I wasn’t a church man but something told me they needed more than a prayer to cleanse their souls, but then again so did we.

“Pipe, where we at with our finances?” Jack questioned.

“Wait, we’re seriously going to pay these rat bastards?” Pipe asked, turning his attention toward Jack.

“We pay them what we owe them because I don’t want them taking another one of my guys,” Jack said. “Now, I asked how our finances are and I expect an answer,” he barked.

“We don’t got much to work with, most of the clubs money has been tied up in the guns, but hey, we got a shitload of guns now,” he informed.

“What if we got another buyer?” Bones asked.

“Not enough time,” Jack answered. “There’s no money coming in from our dealings with Victor either, not until I get my ass up there and figure out where we go from here. What about the Corrupt Bastards, they paid their debt?”

“Yeah, they paid for the run we made up north with them—a whopping fifty grand. We’re right there boss,” Pipe said sarcastically. “I can pull about seventy-five grand from the garage but how we going to get the other half?”

“I’ll take the rest of the money out of my house,” Jack declared, diverting his eyes to Wolf. “Tell the Chinese prince we’re coming for him, to set the fucking table,” he grunted.

“I can’t let you do that,” I said, raising my eyes to meet Jacks. “We leave the clubs money alone and you don’t touch one red cent of the equity in your house,” I stated.

“Not your call to make, Riggs,” Jack bit back.

“Too bad.” I leaned back in the chair and glanced around the table at my brothers. “This is my fault, I’ll pay the debt.” I declared.

“If you didn’t give us that intel we wouldn’t have had the drugs. It was pure luck we got Jimmy the way we did, if things went differently and we didn’t have the drugs to bargain with Reina and Blackie would both be dead,” Jack explained. “You did good, kid.”

“You want to know why Wu came after me.” I asked, as I turned around and looked at him. “Why he didn’t put a bag over Pipe’s head, or put a price tag on Wolf? Because I’m the one that fucked up.”

I watched as Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion and the table grew silent.

“When you gave me the green light I switched the camera feed on Wu’s stash house and replaced the live feed with the recordings of the day before. So when we got there and Wu checked his cameras he wouldn’t see shit.”

“Smart man,” Jack commented warily.

“Yeah, except I missed a frame, one frame out of a forty-five. I had no idea, even after he took me I didn’t know why he did, and then he showed me,” I pulled my hat from my head, displaying my new haircut to my club. “The frame I missed was the camera in the hallway. I may be good-looking but I’m not very photogenic.” I turned back to Jack. “When we were calling out for Wolf I turned toward the camera and lifted my mask. That’s how Wu knew it was us…knew it was me,” I confessed.

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