Biker's Regret: Reclaiming My Secret Mafia Heiress

Hallway fun

Cannon

I was headed to the bar to get another round for my team. Then Ivy decided to try to show ownership in front of Riley. First off, I would never let her put a hand on Riley. Second, and which is the most important, Riley is a fighter. She has kicked many a girl's ass for trying her.

I saw the way her eyes narrowed when Ivy stepped forward.

"Riley this is Ivy, Ivy is one of the women from the biker club." I address them.

"The main woman." Ivy adds.

"Well good for you!" Riley uses a fake voice then downs her drink. "I will give you guys some space." She maneuvers past me as Ivy blocks me.

"Ivy, get back with the group." I gritt between my teeth." She huffs off with the tray of shots. I look out towards the dance floor seeing Riley. I watched her gyrate her hips to the music. The carefree smile on her face as she talks to Lynn. I just want to be a part of that. I missed the hell out of her, and she can never know what kept me away. But f**k, if it's been long enough and I want her back.

"Oh, damn man, not you with two women." Axel laughs as he takes the second tray.

I walk alongside him with a smirk. "No, I have one woman that I am going to get. That's it, Axel. I want her, and I am going to get her."

"Well, if anyone can make it happen, it's you." He tells me as we reach the group and start handing out the shots to all of our members and women. "Hey, don't forget, we have to go get that shipment after midnight. The team is all ready to move out when you give the word."

"Copy that. Do we have everything in place? The money is ready and the location is secure?" I asked as I continued to watch her dance across the floor.

"Yep, Callen and Ames are already on location with teams, and they are keeping an eye out..."

"Good," I told him as I saw an asshole make his way up behind her on the dance floor. "I have to go handle something."

I begin to walk towards the floor and I hear metal barstools scraping the floor. When I move, my team move. They can sense the surrounding energy. Or it was the fact that probably Axel motioned for them to follow. I don't need to look back because I know my men have my back. Even though I can handle him alone.

I make it to the edge of the dance floor as my hands begin to clench into fists. Fighting is a normal thing for me even when I try to avoid it. But something about the way her body is calling me. The way her mouth is cursing me out, but her eyes are asking for more. I can't let anyone in this town get close to her.

The crowd sees me coming and the entourage behind me and they begin to part.

I am about a few feet from her when Norah makes her way in front of me. Norah is everything a main biker's woman would be. She is smart as hell. She still looks great for an older woman. Hell, quite a few of my men have tried her, but all got cursed out. She has this full head of long gray hair she wears down in waves. Her gray eyes sparkle like jewels. She is in great shape to be older and is usually in black jeans and a fitted T-shirt. Oh, she still has it and I will respect her and protect her every day of my life. She was like the town's aunt. She looked out for everyone. So many of us owe her for putting up with us.

"Okay, now, boys. I know you are going to behave. Especially in my establishment." She rests her hand on my chest and I give her a nod. Just that easy and I am calm.

"Yes, ma'am Norah," I tell her, trying to keep my eyes on her and not the body of the woman a few feet behind her. "I promise no harm when we come to your establishment."

"Good to hear. Now go back and party. Keep your men in line so they keep their lifetime membership here. Okay? I will have my waitress bring over fresh beers for you guys."

"Okay," I tell her as she takes my chin and makes me focus. She chuckles, and it makes me chuckle as well.

"Give her time." She whispers as I nod in agreement.

I turned, motioning my men to return to the tables we had set up for us by the pool tables. As the men head back, I look over my shoulder.

"I'll meet you over. I gotta take a piss," I told Malcolm. One of the other top men that ride with me. He gives me a nod as I make my way back towards the bathrooms.

I won't lie and say that I am hoping to meet Riley in the hallway. I saw her cut away from the asshole, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.

Making my way down the hall, I pass a couple of people who give me a respectful nod. I kept moving until I got to the men's room door. Just as I stand there for a second, the women's door opens, and the next few ladies in line walk in.

Riley walks out. As soon as she steps out, our eyes connect. I take her by the waist and pull her against me. I spin her until I have her pinned against the wall.

The slightest bit of darkness covers us in the hallway. My entire body is blocking her from sight of anyone passing by.

I move in close to her lips.

"Tell me to move and I will. I'll let you walk back to your friend and have the time of your life. Or you can admit what I know, that you still feel this connection between us." I speak next to her ear.

"The only thing between us is hatred and anger. You were never a good reader of people."

"Really? So, if I slip my hand between your thighs, I won't feel how wet you are for me, baby?" I ask as my hands move down her exposed arms. Chills seem to run alongside my touch.

"Nope. First off, you won't do that. I would hate for everyone to see you limping out of here."

"I don't think you really want to do that, Bird."

I leaned in before she could give me another damn lie. I tilt her chin up and claim her lips. Her lips are as soft as I remember. Her gasp, I claimed with my lips as my tongue desired entry. She is stubborn as hell, but she melts into me. Her mouth opens, and our tongues dance together. Her hands grip my biceps as I press her body against the wall. My thigh moves between her legs as she parts them for me. My hand cups her warm p***y as a moan escapes her lips. I pull her panties to the side and slide between her wet folds with ease.

"Damn, you are soaked."

She whimpers against me as I slide my finger towards her c**t. Circling around in her wetness as she moans into my mouth. I slip my fingers deeper, finding her opening. I plunge my finger inside her as her grip tightens on my arms.

"Cannon." She moans against my lips.

"You are so damn tight, baby." I reply as she moans at my words. "I knew this p***y was wet for me."

I slide in a second finger inside her tight p***y. Stretching her more as I began pumping faster.

"Oh god." She moans as I keep thrusting my fingers until my palm is pressing against her c**t. I use my thumb to circle her numb, getting her wetter.

"Yeah, you're going to come for me. Right here in the middle of this bar with all these people around. Come on my fingers, baby," I tell her as she begins to gyrate on my fingers. "Damn, I missed this pussy."

I pick up my pace as she begins to tremble against me. People walk by, and I don't give a damn what they assume. But I do make sure to block her. She is too important for anyone to see her.

"Cannon!" She yells in the hallway even with the music blasting. But no one looks our way. I wish someone would, it would be the last thing they ever see.

"That's it baby. Just like that," I tell her as she collapses against me. I slide my fingers out as she watches me lick them clean. There is so much going on behind her eyes. "You taste even better than I remember."

She straightens up her clothes and looks at me. Her mind is a mass of confusion, but I have never been so sure of anything in my life. She pushes me away and walks back out to the dance floor.

Yep, Riley Cross will be mine.