Trusting Thorn (Miami Saints MC #5)

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Thorn

“ H ere ya go, Boss.”

Viper looks up from his phone with his signature frown as I drop into the chair across from him. Prez has everything a man could ever want and still always looks pissed off at the world.

I hand over the bag of cash I brought back from Jacksonville and watch as his eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“I know. Heavy, right?” I laugh.

The bag is much heavier than it looks.

I had the same reaction when Chief handed it to me.

“If I had to guess, there is well over a hundred grand in there.”

“We’ll know for sure once it’s sorted,” he says.

I nod.

Heaven’s Door has a vault room in the basement where we do our counting. From there, the bills move upstairs so they can be cleaned through the strip club. It takes a few days to wash it all, but Hector doesn’t care as long as the job gets done.

“Any problems?” he asks, raising a brow.

I shake my head in the negative. “Smooth sailing as always.”

It usually is.

“Good. Get out of here and go get your dick wet.” Viper waves his hand toward the door in his not-so-subtle way of telling me to get the fuck gone.

“Yeah, yeah. I hear ya’.” I shake my head as I get to my feet.

Ever since he got his head out of his ass and put a ring on Kierra’s finger and a few babies in her belly, he’s been a different man.

“Hug the kid for me,” he adds as I make for the door.

My lips twitch. “Will do.”

I step out of the office, pulling the door closed behind me.

As I start to move toward the exit, I freeze when I find Kidd leaning against the wall.

“What are you still doing here?” I figured as soon as we pulled in, he’d have his hands full with a couple of HD’s finest.

“Waiting on you,” he shrugs as if it’s obvious.

“For what?”

“To have a drink.”

“Fuck,” I groan. The last thing I want to do is hang out in the strip club all night. After being on the road all day, I just want to take my ass home, see my kid, and get some sleep.

“No,” Kidd says, his head shaking as he points a tattooed finger at me. “No! Come on… We just got back after being gone all damn day. At least have one beer.”

“Fuck. Fine.” I scrub my hands across my face and growl in frustration. “Fine! One—” I hold up a single finger, “—and then I’m out of here.”

Kidd’s smile widens, his hands clapping together. “Deal.”

I shake my head.

“How the fuck are you not tired?” I ask following him towards our VIP section. We left early this morning and rode straight through to our Jacksonville charter in the scorching heat, made the transfer to Chief, then turned around and rode straight back.

Don’t get me wrong, I know Kidd is a lot younger than me, but that’s a lot of high stress riding for one fucking day. Especially, when you’re transporting a stash of illegal weapons and a shit load of cash.

“Tired?” he snorts. “I’m just now getting my second wind.”

“One drink,” I remind him.

“I hear ya,” I hear him mumble as I fall onto the black leather sofa.

“So you say.” My eyes fall closed as I settle into the cushions.

Why is it that you never realize how sore you are until you sit down?

Getting old fucking sucks.

“Bring us a Bud,” I hear Kidd call out as he falls onto the sofa across from me. “I love this place.”

I can’t help but laugh.

At 22, what’s not to love about a strip joint that gives us unlimited access to easy pussy.

It is a single man’s dream—scratch that—it’s every man’s dream.

“Incoming,” he says under his breath.

I glance behind me to see two of the club’s dancers sashaying in our direction.

Usually, I’m up for a quick fuck to blow off some steam, but since meeting Harley’s friend Oakland a few weeks ago, my head has been all messed up.

“Sage is yours,” Kidd adds, pulling me from thoughts of a curly-headed blonde.

“Fine,” I sigh, looking Bambi over before turning to check out Sage.

“Thorn.” Sage grins, moving to stand between my open legs.

“Sage,” I counter, lifting my hands when she spins and plants her bare ass in my lap.

The heat from her pussy caused my dick to stir and without thought, I slip my arm around her shoulders, realizing maybe I’m a little more interested than I thought.

“I missed you,” she coos.

“Is that right?” She’s full of shit and we both know it.

“Of course,” she insists, fluttering her lashes trying to look cute,

If my dick wasn’t already hard as a rock, I’d toss her on her ass and head for home, but desperate times and all that…

“On your knees,” I demand like an asshole.

Sage’s lips turn down. “Now or get the fuck off me,” I growl.

“Whatever you want, baby.” Seductively, Sage slithers around on my lap before sliding onto the floor between my feet.

“Pull me out.”

Her painted lips tip up at the corners as she greedily goes to work on my belt.

In a matter of seconds, her lips are wrapped around the head of my cock as she teases the tip. I groan, loving the wet heat from her mouth.

Like a practiced pro, Sage goes to work, sucking me into the back of her throat like I’m her favorite lollipop.

“Fuck yes.” My eyes close.

With a pop, she pulls free and strokes me from root to tip. “You’re so hard for me,” she purrs.

“You gonna suck my dick or not?” Reaching out, I tighten my fist around her bright red hair and push her head back down. Call me an asshole, but I don’t want to hear her talk.

“You don’t have to be mean,” she huffs, opening her mouth and swallowing me whole.

My head falls back on my shoulders.

Yeah, I kinda fucking do. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea about what this is and what this isn’t.

Lifting my head and looking down, I watch as her head bobs up and down in my lap as she works me farther into the back of her throat.

“That’s it,” I grunt.

When her throat constricts around my cock and my balls draw up, I close my eyes imagining Oakland’s blonde curly mane clutched between my fingers and her pillowy pink lips wrapped around my cock.

“Mmm.” Sage moans around my dick.

“Take it all.” Using my grip on her hair, I move her head up and down my cock faster.

Sage gags and I hiss. “Fuck yes.”

Lifting my hips, I push deeper, and my spine starts to tingle then finally, I’m there. Tightening my grip around her hair, I tilt my hips and groan as I cum down her throat.

Long seconds pass before I feel Sage’s hand patting furiously on my thighs and my eyes shoot open, dropping to Sage’s frantic gaze staring up at me.

“Fuck,” I hiss, releasing the hold on her hair. Careful of her teeth, I fall back onto the couch, tucking my wet dick back into my jeans.

“Jesus, Thorn,” Sage hisses, eyes narrowed into slits.

“You, okay?”

I offer her a hand and help her off her knees, but she smacks me away, her eyes now shooting daggers. “Fuck off, Thorn.”

It takes everything I have not to snap at her for the disrespect, but I did almost suffocate her with my dick, so I let it slide.

“Look, I’m sorry for being a bastard, babe. It’s been a long fucking day.” I don’t make a habit of apologizing to whores, but I’ve been an asshole since the second she sat on my lap, and she didn’t deserve that.

“Whatever,” she grumbles.

Yeah, I’m starting to feel the same fucking way.

Fuck it. It’s time to go.

Pulling out my wallet, I shuffle through the bills and hand Sage a few crisp Benny’s.

Her eyes widen as she snatches the cash from my hand, plastering on a smile. “Pleasure doing business with ya, honey.”

Chuckling, I shake my head, watching as her heart-shaped ass sashays away.

I guess it’s true what they say, money does make the world go around.