The Fallon Brothers: Kinney Read online

  She freezes up completely and whisper hisses, “Get away from me. You’ve made your point.”

  For some reason I hate her reaction, even if I did get my message across. It’s for this reason I tell her, “I covered you up, didn’t I? I don’t like to share and won’t force or disrespect my old lady. But I would like the same courtesy in return.”

  Her shoulders slump and her tone of voice is completely different and it sounds more of a mixture of defeat and a hint of regret for her actions when she says, “I appreciate it.”

  “I don’t know about you, but I had a long fucking day and I’m ready for a drink.”

  “Same here.” A sigh rips from her and she pierces me with a hard stare. Feisty little one. “You’re sure Kier will take care of her? Can’t I check and see if she’s okay? She needs me. A friendly face to know she’s okay.”

  My fingers slide to her face and I cup her cheek, gently brushing my thumb over the freckles dusting her cheekbones.

  “What I’m about to tell you stays between us, got it?” She instantly nods. “Kier knocked up a sweetbutt eight months ago. When they came back from seeing their kid in the chick’s belly for the first time, three bikers from a rival MC emptied their guns on them. Kier tried to push her behind a car to take cover but the first few bullets hit her. Kier took two bullets himself but the woman died before she hit the pavement. Head shot. No coming back from that. Kier might not have loved the woman but something broke inside that man because he heard and saw his kid a mere moment before it happened. No matter how tiny the baby was in the chick’s womb. The man didn’t even waste time heading for the doc to get the bullets pulled from his body. He tracked down the three responsible and tore them apart one by one. What I’m saying is, Kier values a pregnant woman differently than any other brother in here. Trust him to take care of your friend. He already called the club doctor and will see to it she will get everything she needs.”

  “Thank you.” The gratefulness rings out in those two words, but then curiosity spikes when she says, “A sweetbutt is one of those skimpy dressed women for recreational use? The big sex drive of both sides and easy availability and such?”

  The corner of my mouth twitches. “Yes. But we did suspect the sweetbutt Kier knocked-up tricked him. She told another sweetbutt to pierce a condom with a needle if she wanted to become an old lady. Needless to say, we had all those b—” I clear my throat and swallow the word bitch. “All those women tested and warned them.”

  “Nice catch.” She smirks and I want to kiss the smirk right off her pretty face.

  Her eyes dilate and slide to my lips, giving me the impression she’s thinking the same damn thing. My thumb trails over her bottom lip and I give in to both our need when I lean in and cover her mouth with mine.

  She opens willingly and I thrust my tongue inside at the same moment I grind my pelvis against her, letting her feel the way she turned my dick into steel. A gasp masked as a sexy as fuck moan spurs me on to fight for dominance with her tongue.

  Her hands dig into my leather cut and I have to let my hands sneak over her body to eventually grab hold of her magnificent ass. She wraps her legs around my waist and this allows me to grind my dick directly against her pussy. Fucking hell, I can feel the heat of it seeping through the fabric of my damn jeans.

  All thoughts evaporate and the only thing on my mind is getting as deep inside this woman as I can get. I’m about to reach between us—to free my cock and plunge into her tight heat—when the shatter of glass pulls me out of my lust-haze.

  CHAPTER THREE

  — Aspen —

  Holy hell, this man is one package of uncontrolled havoc. If it wasn’t for the interruption, I would have clawed my way through his jeans in an effort to get his dick inside me. Talk about blowing my mind and turning it to putty in his hands for him to control. Though the way he took lead with Yara and explaining it to me does make sense.

  Even the part where he forced me into becoming his old lady has an underlying meaning and I hate to say it, but it’s brilliant in all ways when it comes to protecting the both of us. If it ever becomes known I killed the son of a mob boss, Kinney would have to protect me. He might have done all of this to benefit himself, but it works both ways.

  Come to think of it, I might have to get this man to fall for me. If I can get him tied to me in all ways it would be solid protection, and not just for the three months’ worth of time he asked for. Besides, I would be an idiot to pass up what this man showed me a hint of; the kiss was all consuming and showed dominance with the promise of raw and heated sexual overdrive. And the hardness I felt caged between us felt bigger than I ever encountered.

  Yes, being his old lady does have its perks.

  Kinney steps back and lets me slide down his body. He keeps his hand on the back of my neck in a possessive way when the both of us face the room. All eyes are on us but all I see is a barely dressed woman with huge fake breasts wearing one hell of a mask of fury and it’s all aimed at me. At her feet is a sea of glass shards from some bowl she was holding and I’m guessing there were chips in it since they are littering the floor as well.

  “Great,” I mutter underneath my breath. “Chick drama. Please don’t tell me I signed up for that too. Whatever drink you ordered, make it a double because I seriously need the alcohol if I’m gonna have to bitchslap a jealous skank in place.”

  Kinney’s robust laughter rings out and I swear a shiver runs through my body. The look he gives me along with it has the ability to steal my breath.

  “So, you get to say the word but when I say it you attack?”

  All I can do is shrug. “Bitchslap is the correct word. I can’t use any other techniques on a woman who clearly doesn’t have any skills.”

  I hate the word bitch just as much as cunt. It’s degrading and I’ve heard it being thrown at me too damn much from my asshole supervisor who thought I was his doormat to use. I should have quit sooner, then my body would still be whole. Yeah, regrets? I have a few. But there’s nothing that can be done except eyes forward and get as much out of life as needed. And for me it was saving my friend. I guess I succeeded in some way.

  A proud grin slides over his face. Another reason why the whole old lady deal makes sense. With all the sweetbutt types hanging around, I doubt there’s time to find a suitable woman who can live up to being this guy’s other half.

  I don’t know if I should feel honored to be asked—or rather demanded—to be his old lady. Or hurt because all he sees is the use of me, not the person I really am. But I guess the whole “what else is new” fits here. Though it is a knife to the gut since I just quit because I was used and seen as a tool, instead of a person made out of flesh and blood.

  I swallow hard, shrug out of his grip in one smooth move, and step toward the bar. Fuck him. And fuck the sweetbutt who is butthurt over me stealing the grand prize. Well, she can have him. It’s not like I can fool myself; this trade of favors between Kinney and me isn’t a real relationship.

  Pretty sure monogamy is something foreign to these bikers. Though I need to find a way to change it and make him fall for me. For now, I’m sick of everything and sure as hell need a drink since monogamy is something I value in a relationship. For me it’s hooked with the whole trust, loyalty, and honesty angle.

  A young guy with a smooth smile slides a glass in front of me with three fingers high dark amber liquid. I give him a smile in return and throw the whiskey down my throat. Hot damn, that’s some mighty fine whiskey right there. I smack the glass back on the counter and wave for the dude to give me another. He quickly obliges and I down it just as fast.

  My eyes are closed and my head is tipped back as I slam the glass on the counter without glancing. I’m still enjoying the afterburn when someone’s mouth crashes against mine. A tongue forces its way inside and swirls against mine. My eyes flash open and I become aware of how Kinney is roughly devouring me but he pulls back just as quick.

  “That was my drink you dow
ned,” he says in a husky tone. He glances over his shoulder and bellows, “Fallon brothers, listen up. This woman right here is my old lady. This weekend we party!”

  Cheers ring out but the sweetbutt is still shooting daggers at me.

  I grab Kinney by his cut and pull to get his attention. I might have him laugh straight to my face about it but he has to know what I would like for the duration of those three months together. “If we’re having action between the sheets together, I won’t tolerate your dick to stray. So, make up your mind for the sake of the sweetbutt who is looking at me like I have you by the balls while her name is inked all over said balls.”

  “I made up my mind the second I saw you standing there with blood on your hands facing us and ready to take out anyone who got in your way.” The heat flaring in his eyes lets me know he’s remembering our encounter.

  Great. He’s drawn to my skills and the use of them. What else is new? “Don’t expect me to kill someone any time you need to get your rocks off,” I mutter and debate asking for another drink, though I probably shouldn’t.

  His fingers dig into my hair, forcing my head in place so I have no other option but to stare at him. “I still have the one favor you owe me, but no. I don’t need to see you in action to get my rocks off. One look in your eyes is enough to get my cock hard. So much emotion swirling in those depths. Hidden away. Always calculating and anticipating every move. You’re fucking mesmerizing and I want to drive it all away with each thrust of my cock, making you surrender to the pleasure I give you so the only focus you have on this planet is me.”

  My breathing comes out in short and rough pants. Damn this man. How can he make me want to punch him and the next moment I want to screw his brains out?

  “And don’t mind the sweetbutts. I’ve never touched them. If I want to fuck, I get it when testing the newly acquired ladies of the night Shea’s high-class call girl business offers. Once they’re tested and screened. I fuck a chick only once, and I don’t shit where I eat. Doesn’t mean a few sweetbutts haven’t tried like hell to get a few inches of my cock. But like I said, never gonna happen.” He glances over his shoulder at the sweetbutt who now shifts her angry look from me to him and turns all swooning sexy as she puffs up her breasts—which seriously look fake if you ask me.

  Yep, I’m most definitely back to wanting to punch him. I can’t believe he doesn’t see how he only motivates these girls with something he will never give them. Self-centered asshole. He probably only thinks about himself and doesn’t have one single care about these girls’ feelings.

  “Glad you like your ego stroked as well as your cock,” I sneer and pull away from the asshole in question.

  Laughter rings out and the furious look Kinney shoots at me makes me realize I overstepped the whole “respect and say what you want in private instead of disrespecting in front of his brothers” thing.

  Shit. Best offense is a good defense. “Don’t look at me like that. You cheer these unwanted feelings on while they never get what they want. Look at her, see how angry she is with me? And yet you flaunt me around in front of her and fucking give her a look over your shoulder. I’m not disrespecting you in front of your brothers, I’m just making you aware of a tiny flaw I don’t agree with. Be clear when it comes to these things, she’s her own person and has feelings. Feelings have to be valued no matter who they belong to or how unwanted they are. Besides, you don’t need your ego stroked, it’s big enough without any outside motivation.”

  The whole room is dead silent and when my eyes land on the sweetbutt there is no hatred this time but respect and admiration. She gives me a tight nod and mouths the words “thank you,” as tears fill her eyes. She slowly turns on her heels and rushes out of the clubhouse.

  My eyes slide—and lock—with Kinney’s. The silence around us is deafening, his eyes are stormy and they remind me of the beauty of the unusual force of nature when the sea is rough and ready to swallow everything within its perimeter. Instead of fear, my body is filling with desire.

  I bury my fists into the leather of his cut and drag him down while getting on my tiptoes. My lips press against his and at first, they stay frozen until a low growl rumbles through his chest. His teeth sink into my bottom lip. I gasp but don’t get the chance to act because he’s ravishing my mouth the next moment as if he’s punishing me and devouring me all at the same time.

  “Pres,” a harsh and determined voice states.

  Kinney pulls back and places his forehead against mine muttering out a few curses before he snaps, “What?”

  “Sorry for the interruption, but Nics called. Shit hit the fan. Leon Mornchez’s guys just shot up Luigi’s place of business. Five customers, three women who were working, and the manager all died on the scene. Cops are all over the place.” A short but muscled biker is staring at Kinney, waiting for any type of reaction.

  Kinney releases another string of curses before he asks, “Nics say anything about Luigi?”

  The guy shakes his head. “Scene was safe. That was all he said. He’s on his way back and mentioned everyone was needed in church.”

  “Round everyone up,” Kinney grunts and glances at me. “You’re getting your wish if Kier thinks you need to stay with your friend. Otherwise you can stay here in the main room of the clubhouse or in my room.”

  “Let’s head to Kier,” I eagerly reply, itching to see Yara.

  Bikers around us start to head for a room across from where we’re standing. I presume it’s church. Kinney guides me down the hall and stops in front of a door and knocks softly. The door opens and Kier lifts his chin in silent greeting.

  Kinney keeps his voice low when he says, “Trigger happy Leon ordered a hit to shoot up the place we just left. Nine dead. Nics is on his way back, we’re all needed in church.”

  “Fuck,” Kier snaps and glances over his shoulder. “I won’t leave her. I can’t. She’s disoriented and the doctor just left. He hooked her up to a banana bag to get some fluids and shit inside her. He gave me instructions and he’s coming back to check on her tomorrow morning. She’s too out of it to have different faces around her, I’m staying put.”

  “Understood,” Kinney grunts. “Someone will swing by later to get you up to speed.”

  “Thanks, Pres. I owe you,” Kier says and the load of respect rings out through his words.

  They nod and Kier slowly closes the door. Great. I still don’t get to see my friend but the things he just mentioned and what Kinney said earlier about Kier makes me believe Yara is in good hands. Not to mention this guy doesn’t even allow anyone else near her and even passes up a meeting all so he can stay with a woman he just met.

  “Come on, I’ll show you my room.” Kinney places his hand on my lower back and guides me to a red door.

  All others in the hallway are white. “Any reason why yours is bright red?”

  Kinney smirks. “Better than a ‘do not disturb’ sign.”

  I roll my eyes and stroll inside the room as Kinney holds the door open for me.

  “Bed. Shower. Clean shit in the closet. If you want something to eat or drink, the refrigerator is in the corner and the cabinet above it holds snacks. I don’t know how long I’ll be in church.” Kinney steps closer and his whole face shifts into one I’ve seen earlier today whenever he’s throwing out orders.

  I jab a finger against his chest. “You’d do best not to throw out demands or orders for that matter. We have an arrangement. Besides, you have my friend locked in a room with Kier. I’m not going anywhere nor do I have any intentions to do so since we have an arrangement. You have me for ninety days.”

  A smile slides back into place. He reaches out and grabs my nape, pulling me closer and slamming his mouth over mine in an all too hard, and quick kiss.

  He pulls back and says, “We’re going to fuck as soon as I’m back. I can’t wait to feel how tight your cunt will ripple around my cock when I make you scream out your orgasm.”

  I’m still swallowing hard when he sl
ams the door shut behind him. I glance around the room and admire some of the paintings on the wall. Stepping closer I notice all three paintings are from the same artist and are landscapes.

  Then the name suddenly clicks and confusion hits me. Why on earth would Kinney have art painted by Shea’s mother hanging on the wall? And my mind plays catch up because why is it Kinney’s business when Luigi’s business is shot up?

  Wouldn’t it make sense if Shea’s guys handled it? He’s the big Italian mob boss with capos and such, right? I’ve seen the huge file my supervisor has on this guy. Kinney was mentioned too but more in the lines of him being some form of an ally since the dynamics between them aren’t clear.

  I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders. Not my problem, I mentally chant and head for the bathroom. A hot shower is calling my name and I do hope this clubhouse has some great pipes to make it a long one. I take my time to get to know where everything is so I have a fresh clean shirt and a towel once I’m done with my shower before I strip naked and get inside the massive shower stall.

  The heat of the water envelopes me and I become aware of my sore muscles. With the last few days, weeks…hell...do I dare say months, it’s as if a weight of a thousand lives is lifted from my shoulders.

  Yara is safe. My plan was a success. Well, maybe not completely to the extent to how things went, but the result is the same; she’s alive and safe. And that’s all that matters. Oh, and I’m alive. Quite honestly, I didn’t look past the point of getting her out.

  I was going to push her out the door and let her escape and head for the place I’ve always told her to go in case something happened to me. Six clovers. Our safe word to let the both of us know it’s time to run and disappear. Head to the locker—where only the pair of us know where the key is. The locker is filled with enough cash to get out of the country and live without a job for a while.