Chapter 19: Blood & Bones: Rev: Chapter 18

Rev leaned back with his right knee bent and his boot planted on the side of the shed. He lifted his hand-rolled cigarette to his lips, filled his lungs, then slowly let the smoke roll back out of his mouth.

He had a good buzz going between drinking all evening and sharing some high-quality bud with his brothers.

He was relaxed, but not quite happy.

He had fought off the sweet butts all night, scraped off any female hang-arounds looking for some action and tried to stick near his brothers who had ol’ ladies since the prowling females usually gave them a wide berth. For good reason.

One being the sisterhood, who had gathered in their pack and kept a side-eye on their men. The sweet butts knew better than to approach any of the Fury brothers who’d already been claimed, unless they were only having some friendly conversation, but some of the female hang-arounds didn’t know any better.

Just like some of the male hang-arounds didn’t know not to approach any of the Fury women not wearing “Property of” cuts. Right now, that basically boiled down to five: Tessa, Saylor, Maddie, Josie and Reilly.

Trip always kept an eye glued to Tessa. Shade watched Chelle’s daughters like a hawk. Rev really didn’t give a fuck if Saylor wanted to hook up with anyone as long as it wasn’t out in the open where everyone was watching. Also, as long as she consented. Even so, he didn’t tell any of his brothers that. He let them believe that he’d have a problem with them if they boned his sister.

However, Judge also had a say in what Saylor did and didn’t do since she was a part of his family now and, as their house mouse, Rev’s sister was responsible for Cassie’s daughter, Daisy.

The club’s sergeant at arms and his ol’ lady had set certain rules for Saylor before agreeing to let her live with them. Not only to keep the then eighteen-year-old out of trouble and to steer her down a better path, but because Daisy was at the age where she was easily influenced by bad behavior. And Saylor, to remain free from John Schmidt, had been a pro at bad behavior.

Rev didn’t argue with any of the rules Judge and Cassie came up with because it gave his sister structure, something she needed after spending almost all of her teen years in juvie and, even before that, being sheltered in what Rev now considered a religious cult.

She spent all of those years locked away from any kind of real family. All of those years separated from her older brother. A brother who couldn’t even visit her until after he turned eighteen. His fear of being caught as a runaway, being returned to Coatesville and given back to his parents had kept him away.

Selfish self-preservation.

He gritted his teeth at his life’s biggest regret.

He had broken the news to Saylor earlier about how their “father” succumbed to his cancer and he assured her she was safe since the man would never “touch” her life again. What he didn’t tell her was that he discovered they were only half-siblings and that her real father was not John Schmidt. Or that their parentage had been another fucking lie among thousands of others.

No, she didn’t need to know because that family no longer existed to them.

The bad was hopefully behind them now, and only the good in front of them.

He took another long drag on his cigarette, the end glowing brightly enough to break up the surrounding darkness, then tilted his head as he heard something moving in his direction. Footsteps. Not something, someone.

He quickly took one more hit of the tobacco, then flicked the remainder away into the shadows as the footsteps got closer.

Then he heard a stumble, a gasp, a little shuffled tap dance, followed by a muttered curse.

He pinned his lips together so he wouldn’t laugh and give away his hiding spot.

His erection had already begun to push against his zipper in anticipation.

He held his breath as the footsteps continued toward Reilly’s Hyundai Kona. She had parked it out of the way along the six-foot chain-link fence that contained all the vehicles Trip and Sig repo’d for Buck You Recovery. Last year, Trip had built the repo yard behind the long shed where they all parked their sleds, so the vehicles were out of sight from anyone looking for their missing ride. Also, to keep them from being tempted to take their vehicle back before actually catching up on their delinquent payments.

The only good thing about Reilly parking there was it was out of sight from anyone still lingering outside in the courtyard. Once things had wound down and everyone who still could function moved into The Barn to continue to party, or find available snatch to fall into, he had headed out to find her car and wait for her.

He knew she wouldn’t stay too late since they both had to be back at work in the morning. He also hoped to fuck she had curtailed her drinking sooner than later since she needed to drive. If not, he wasn’t allowing her to go anywhere until she sobered up.

When the crunch of her high-heeled boots came from right around the corner, his arm shot out grabbing hers and, with a hand securely covering her mouth, he yanked her behind the shed and out of view.

“It’s me,” he whispered into her ear. He waited for her to relax against him and removed his hand.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she yelled, shoving at his chest.

“Quiet. Don’t need anyone comin’ to check on you ‘cause you’re over here bein’ loud.”

“You could’ve just texted me to come meet you, dummy. Now my heart is pounding from my heart attack.” She leaned away from him slightly. “Are you hard?”

“Maybe.”

“No, no maybe about it. Is that why you’re waiting for me?”

“Wanted to talk to you.”

“Dirty talk?” She wedged her hand between their pinned bodies and slid her palm over his hard-on.

He grabbed her wrist and regrettably pulled it free. “No.” Even in the dark, he could see her disappointment. “Are you wasted?”

“No,” she answered, sounding insulted. “Should I be for this ‘talk?’”

“Fuck no. Want you fuckin’ sober.” Not just for the talk but for what would happen after it.

“Uh oh. That sounds serious. Is there a problem?”

“You tell me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“Seriously? I watched your ass get dragged inside by Trip and Deacon and you don’t understand my concern? Been dyin’ all fuckin’ night to ask you about it.”

“It had nothing to do with you.” She paused. “Or us.”

“I wasn’t mentioned?”

“No.”

“You gonna spill? Or are you just gonna leave me hangin’?”

She reached down between them again. “Are you hanging to the left or to the right?” She squeezed his dick, even though it now wasn’t as hard as it was when he first grabbed her.

“Woman…” he warned.

She sighed. “Okay, fine. Remember the emergency housing Trip and Dutch arranged for Cage?”

“Can’t forget that. The trailer was a smart, quick solution.”

“Yes, well… Trip decided it was not only a smart solution for Cage and Dyna but an even better business of our own.”

“He’s mentioned it several times. What does it have to do with you?” he asked, confused.

“Everything.”

An impatient growl bubbled up his throat.

Her hand had made quick work of getting him rock hard again.

She tipped her face up to his. “Kiss me first.”

“Use your mouth to tell me what I wanna know, then we’ll use it for somethin’ else.”

She lifted one eyebrow. “You didn’t get any of your itches scratched by any of the sweet butts?”

“You know I didn’t.”

“How would I know? I didn’t watch you,” she huffed.

“The fuck you didn’t.”

“Okay, I didn’t watch you second. You could’ve snuck off and—”

He claimed her lips and swept away the rest of her words with his tongue. When they were done exploring each other’s mouths, they were left panting and his dick was throbbing. They needed to get this conversation over with so he could get on with the rest of his plan.

And hope to fuck they didn’t get caught while doing it. But they doing it. Because after the club run today, she needed a reminder. One he planned on giving to her.

“Want more of that?” he asked against her lips.

“Yes,” she hissed softly while clinging to him.

He liked that… No, he fucking loved that. The feel of her pressed against him, holding on. Like he could be her rock when she needed it.

Not could be, be. If she needed to lean on anybody, it should be him.

“Pussy wet?”

“It is now.”

Music to his fucking ears. “Want my cock in it?”

“Meh. I probably wouldn’t say no to that offer if it presented itself.”

He grinned. “Then get talkin’, buttercup. The sooner you spill, the sooner I can present the offer.”

“It’s not a big deal… Okay, yes it is.” She bounced on her toes which made her bounce against him which then made his dick flex in his jeans. “They offered that business for me to manage. I’d get paid also get a cut of the profits.”

His grin flattened out. “Say what? That mean you won’t be workin’ for the garage anymore?”

“I will for a while. But hopefully… Eventually…”

“Eventually you’ll be movin’ on.”

“You make it sound like I’m moving away. I’m not going anywhere. You know I wasn’t going to work for Dutch forever. He helped me out by letting me work for him and I helped him get his office in order while I did so. It was mutually beneficial for both of us, but not a career move, Rev. You know that.”

Yeah, but then she wouldn’t be near him all day like she had been for the past year. He was torn with this decision. It was good for her, but not for him.

, he was being a fucking selfish dick right now. Thinking about his wants and needs instead of hers. “Where’s your office gonna be?”

“I don’t know, but for now, until the emergency housing business is booming, I’ll be using the office at the garage as the base.”

After spending the last week together, he had a difficult time not being selfish when it came to Reilly. That was made worse since her decision to ride with Dodge had been eating at him all fucking day.

He knew it was fucking stupid to be jealous, but he couldn’t stop feeling that way, no matter how much he’d drank or smoked.

She belonged in his bed, on his bike and wearing his cut.

He just didn’t know how to make that all happen. But if he could make it happen, he would. As long as she wanted that, too.

The way she was rubbing his dick as if she was doing her fucking best to make a genie appear from a lamp, he was pretty damn sure she’d want what he did.

Or he sure as fuck hoped she did.

Whether she wanted a future or a “just for now,” he was willing to give the “just for now” until they were ready for that future.

He cupped her face, tucked her hair behind her right ear and brushed his lips over her scar. Her last man caused the damage and he wanted to be the man to help heal it.

And that was what was bugging the shit out of him right now. Seeing her on the back of another man’s sled had made him realize that had to never happen again.

Not fucking ever.

Selfish? Fuck yes. This kind of selfish he wouldn’t feel guilty about.

“Now that you’re done talkin’, time for me to have my say. Only sayin’ this once, so listen up… Fuckin’ hated every damn second of that ride today. Hated seein’ you pressed against Dodge like that. Never hated any of my brothers before today. Wanted to break every one of his fuckin’ fingers every time he helped you on and off his sled. Wanted to punch him in the fuckin’ face every time he smiled at you. Wanted to smash his sled to smithereens so you’d have to ride with me.”

“Rev,” came out on a breath and she shivered against him.

“You forgot somethin’ important today…”

Her throat rolled as if she wanted to ask, “What?” but it couldn’t escape.

He put his mouth to her ear and said it slowly enough she was sure to hear it clearly and not misunderstand the claim. “You… belong… to… me.”

A ragged sigh escaped her parted lips.

“You ever ride on the back of anyone’s sled but mine again…” He let that warning hang between them.

Again, her throat rolled, and her fingers twisted in his shirt at his gut. The hand she’d been stroking him with also stilled. “Give me time.”

“For what?”

“To work on my sister.”

Time? Bullshit. They’d wasted too much time already. “Realized it today, Reilly. Ain’t a patient man when it comes to you. Got a taste of you and now I want nothing and no one else.”

He hoped she felt the fucking same, though she hadn’t said it yet. That was also bugging the shit out of him.

Her breath shuddered. “It’s risky right now.”

“A risk I’m willin’ to take.”

She shook her head. “No, I won’t be the reason you lose everything. I promise to work on it. We just need to be careful until I succeed. In the meantime…”

“In the meantime…” he repeated, low and gruff. He was ready to act on the second part of his plan. The part where he didn’t remind her with words who she belonged to, but showed her, instead. “Feel how fuckin’ hard I am for you?”

“Is that you, or did you stuff a steel pipe down your pants?”

He thrust upward against her hot little palm. “It’s all me, babe. It’s all ‘cause of you.”

“I must have magical powers,” she teased.

She sure as fuck did since she managed to cast a fucking spell on him. A spell he couldn’t seem to break free from.

Not that he was fighting to get free from it, either.

Earlier tonight, the thought of touching a woman other than Reilly didn’t have any kind of appeal like it used to.

Yeah, she belonged to him, but he now belonged to her, too.

Lock, stock and fucking barrel.

Maybe he could go to the exec committee and claim her at the table. Then deal with the fall-out afterward.

Yeah, maybe he’d do that. Fuck her trying to convince her sister. Reese was stubborn as fuck and that might be a long, drawn-out fight.

Luckily, he could be just as fucking stubborn as Deke’s ol’ lady. If he approached the committee, he’d show them he wouldn’t back down no matter what Reese said. No matter what anyone else fucking said.

He would claim his woman and that would be that.

But until then… Yeah, they had to be careful. He needed to go to the exec committee with guns blazing, not go in there on a whimper after being beaten like a piñata.

Remembering Cage’s brutal blanket party made him wish he had a blanket right now so he could take Reilly right there on the ground. He didn’t, so they’d have to make due. Her cage was just a few feet away.

He’d always fantasized about bending her over a vehicle in the garage and fucking her until her screams echoed through the building. He couldn’t allow her to scream tonight because of where they were, but he could still bend her over her cage and let that fantasy play out.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back until her face was tipped toward the sky. “Gonna bend you over your cage and fuck you.”

“As long as you don’t scratch my paint.”

“It’ll buff out.”

“You scratch my paint and I’ll use your balls to buff it out,” she warned, pulling away from him. She pulled her key fob out of the front pocket of her jeans and her parking lights flashed when she unlocked the Hyundai.

He stood there watching her hips rock and roll as she headed toward it.

His heart stopped and he almost lunged for her when her heel got caught in some loose stone and she almost did a nose dive. “Why the fuck do you wear those fuckin’ useless high-heeled boots on a damn farm?”

“Because I’m supposed to wear boots on the run.”

“Not boots like that.” She was going to break her goddamn neck one of these times.

She shrugged. “I like them.”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, waiting for the irritation about those fucking boots almost killing her to fade away. When it did, he opened his eyes and saw her sitting sideways in the driver’s seat as she took off the damn things. She chucked them over to the passenger side, then stood outside the vehicle and began to shimmy out of her skin-tight jeans.

That took a while and a few grunts from her. But eventually she succeeded in getting them rolled down, over her feet and flung onto the driver’s seat.

Her ivory skin glowed in the dark and was like a homing beacon for him. He wanted to taste every inch of her flesh. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t happen tonight.

Tonight was just a quick reminder of who she belonged to. That was all. They’d have to find another opportunity where they could take their time and do it the way they wanted it.

As she reached for her thong, he said, “Leave it on.”

She stepped away from the cage, quietly shut the driver’s door and said, “Now what?”

The head of his dick was now sticking to his boxer briefs because of precum leaking while watching her do that awkward striptease that was what. He wanted her totally naked but knew that wasn’t practical out here behind the shed.

This was only supposed to be a quickie, he reminded himself.

They hadn’t had sex since yesterday morning and even though it wasn’t even forty-eight hours later, to him it felt like forever.

“Face the cage, lean over the fender and lemme see what you’re offerin’.”

Since she was barefoot, she took a couple careful steps to the front of the Hyundai and turned to face it.

He waited for her to finish following his instructions. For a second, he thought she wouldn’t. That she’d be her typical Reilly-self and argue about the position and how she wanted to do it her way.

It shocked the shit out of him when she didn’t say a damn word. Instead, she stepped up to the fender, planted both hands on the hood and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, leaned over the front of her cage.

His dick now had its own heartbeat and it was pounding as if he’d just sprinted across one of the fields.

He wished the sun was out and he could see her clearly. Because he was sure it was one hell of a display in the light.

As he moved toward her, he began to unbuckle his belt, to unfasten his jeans, to yank down his zipper. He slipped his belt from the loops and placed it on the ground nearby so it not only wouldn’t scratch her paint, but so it wouldn’t clang against the metal giving away what they were doing, similar to a squeaky box spring.

He shrugged out of his cut and folded it inside out to prevent it from scratching her paint and placed it carefully on the hood.

When he moved behind her, he glued his gaze to the pale globes of her ass that he swore reflected the moonlight.

“Goddamn perfect,” came out of him without thought.

“I—”

He cut her off. “Perfect and all fuckin’ mine. No one else’s, Reilly. You hear me? No one.”

She sucked in a sharp, audible breath.

“Tell me,” he demanded, sliding his palm over the soft curves of her exposed ass.

It took a few seconds for her to answer but when she did, she said, “Yours.”

“What is?”

“Me.”

“How much?”

“All of me.”

“Whose sled will you be ridin’ on?”

“Yours.”

“Whose dick?”

“Yours.”

“Whose name’s gonna be on your lips when you come?”

“Yours.”

He quickly dug into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and slipped out a wrap. He unhooked the wallet’s chain from his belt loop and tossed it on the ground next to the belt so it wouldn’t cause damage, either.

He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down far enough to free his dick, ripped open the wrap and after a couple of strokes, rolled it down his length.

“Wrap ain’t lubed. Do I need to use spit, or you soaked for me?”

“Find out for yourself.”

He didn’t even need to check. After hearing her husky demand, he knew.

“You like bein’ out here, bent over, your ass and pussy tipped up for anyone to see it if they walked by? That get you excited? Or is it ‘cause of me?”

“You… No. Both. Mostly you. Normally the risk would be hot but I’m more worried about you getting caught breaking a rule and paying that price.”

“I was born a sinner, babe. I was born to break rules.”

He shuffled closer, pulled her thong to the side and her ass cheeks apart, and slid the latex-covered tip of his dick from the top of her crease all the way down.

When he pressed it against her clit, she moaned and pressed back. “Fuck me.”

He planned on it, but on his timetable, not hers. He dragged the head of his cock up through her folds and all the way back to her anus. He couldn’t see it in the dark, but it puckered even tighter at the slight pressure he put against it.

He wouldn’t take her there. Not now, not without lube, not without anywhere to clean up afterward, but he definitely put it on his to-do list for a later date.

That day at the garage when Warren showed up to finish the job he’d failed at—killing her—he had bragged about taking her ass. Whether he actually did or not, Rev didn’t know and he wasn’t fucking asking because he also didn’t want to know if it was true. He didn’t want to imagine that motherfucker touching her at all.

His voice cracked slightly when he put even more pressure there and asked, “Will you let me?”

“Is it yours?” Her question came out on a shuddered breath.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “It’s mine. All fuckin’ mine.”

He drew the throbbing head back down, the heat and slickness of her pussy pulling him deeper into the spell he was caught in.

He nudged the crown between those hot folds and hesitated because he needed to hear it one more time. He needed to make sure he heard it correctly when she said it earlier. He needed to know she was worth the risk. That she was worth fighting for because she was willing to fight for them, too. “Tell me again…Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

He slid inside her until he couldn’t go any further and paused to savor the wet heat and the tiny pulses squeezing his dick. Between that and her words, he had to take a moment and a deep breath to gather his control.

She was so damn wet, he slid easily in and out of her, taking his time, taking full strokes from rim to root, keeping a tight grip on his control. Because what he wanted to do and what he was actually doing were two different things.

He had the crazy urge to pull out, rip the wrap off and come inside her. Instead, as he began to move, he pretended he wasn’t wearing one. That he was bare and nothing was between them.

The thought of that almost drove him to lose his shit as much as her saying she belonged to him. The need to mark her as his was a base instinct he couldn’t shake. Almost as if, if he did it, all other men would automatically be warned off. The same as if she wore his cut.

Selfish. Foolish. But true.

He grimaced as he dug his fingers into her left hip to hold her in place while using the thumb on his right hand to tease her little, tight hole. It was so damn tempting.

The way her hips were pinned to the fender, he couldn’t access her clit so easily. So, he pulled out—doing his damnedest not to rip off the wrap—turned her over, wrapped her legs around his waist and jerked her to him until her ass was perched on the edge of the fender.

Then he drove deep inside her again. This time he could see her face, her expression, even in the moonlight. It was goddamn beautiful every time he pumped into her and every time he pulled out until only the very rim of his dick remained inside her.

Her fingers dug into his bare ass trying to pull him closer, even though it was impossible.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You.”

“And who else?”

“No one.” Not even a fucking hesitation.

He pulled her legs even tighter around him and leaned over, brushing his thumbs over the hard nipples punching through her shirt. He licked up her neck that was arched and vulnerable, brushed his lips along her jawline, before taking her mouth.

Claiming it like he’d claimed her. As he powered up and into her, as he kissed her, he was taking what was his. What would always be his.

No one else’s.

He never felt like this about any other woman before. It should scare him, but it didn’t, it felt natural and so fucking right.

It seemed as if dealing with his past had pushed him into the arms of his future.

He was only twenty-eight, he shouldn’t even want to be tied down to one woman. But he wouldn’t allow her to slip through his fingers and into another man’s hands. The risk of losing her outweighed the risk of them being caught, even the risk of losing his freedom to fuck whoever he wanted.

To know she would be his and only his gave him an undeniable primitive satisfaction. Like a damn caveman who sees a female, clubs her over the head, and drags her into his cave by her hair.

, he was devolving instead of evolving. All because of a woman. All because of some animalistic instinct to possess her.

With their mouths still fused together, he tweaked both nipples through her shirt, causing her to grab his, in turn, and twist.

She had joked about them being his launch buttons, but that wasn’t a lie. Being inside her soft, wet heat with their tongues fighting for control, and then that…

She needed to come and soon.

He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing rapid and rough, and warned, “You do that at your own risk.”

Her answer was an upward tilt of her hips as she twisted his piercings even harder. He groaned into her neck, reaching down and pinching her clit as he continued to pound her in a rush to get her to the finish line before he did.

He plucked at the swollen nub and sucked the soft skin at her throat as she continued the onslaught of his now tender and throbbing nipples. She didn’t let up, so neither did he, until suddenly her mouth opened and, before the wail could escape, he clamped a hand over it. Her teeth sunk into his palm as he contained her scream.

He’d love to give her a second orgasm before he got his own, but this was supposed to be a quickie and he hated them being exposed like this. Now was not about numbers but a reminder…

A reminder for both of them.

With one last deep push of his hips, his breath caught and his dick got even harder a few seconds before he spilled inside her. Again, he wished that was true, and the wrap hadn’t captured it all.

He fell on top of her, breathing hard, his dick still twitching where it was rooted deep inside her. The energy he had while fucking her suddenly gone. Both of them were now two boneless bodies sprawled across the hood of a Hyundai Kona.

He remained inside her when he planted his palms on the vehicle’s hood, one on each side of her head, and rose up enough to look down into her moonlit face.

She reached up, grabbed his face between her hands and pulled him back down for a long, thorough kiss. As they did so, she squeezed his cock and he groaned.

She clenched around him once more then gradually ended the kiss.

“And what about you, Rev?” she asked softly before releasing him.

He stared down at her, wishing he could see the green in her eyes, the red of her lips and the little brush burn she got on her fair skin from his beard whenever they kissed for more than a few seconds. “What about me?”

“Who do you belong to?”