“What happened next, babe?”
“You were trying to get me to come before our cart got down to the bottom and we had to get off the ride, but I was struggling to get there, so you…” She lets out another groan as I work to get her off now. Before she’s done with her story, I’m going to have her shattering. “You spread my legs wide and started spanking my pussy, telling me I needed to behave and come like a good girl.”
Fuck me.I’mgoing to be the one coming before she’s done with her story.
“And did you? Were you a good girl for me?” I rub my lips against her, licking up every drop she’s giving me. And she’s giving me even more.
“Yes!” She throws her head back on a moan. “Yes, I was a good girl.”
I bet she was. I pull back, knowing exactly what she wants and land a smack down between her legs. She nearly bows off the bed, another loud moan gasped from her lips, and I fucking love that all my brothers get to hear me claim her. When I first brought her to the club, they all wanted to fight me for her, but it was made real clear that she only had eyes for me. And that’s a damn good thing, because she’s mine.
“Bet you were, baby. You’re always a good girl for me.” I give her one more spank between the legs, then drop my lips down to ease the sting. “You’re gonna be a good girl now and come for me, babe.”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The loud pounding on my door startles the fuck out of me. And my girl. She snaps her legs shut around my head, locking me between her thighs.
“Yo, Skully!” Ripper calls out from the other side. “Shit’s going down. Time to ride out!”
Fucking hell. You gotta be kidding me. There ain’t never been a worse time for shit to be blowing up than right now. I let him know I’ll be there in two, and then I latch back onto my girl’s clit and drive her home. There’s no way I’m leaving her sweet little pussy hanging until later. Club business can wait until my girl comes on my tongue. And it doesn’t take much. I suction down hard, and she splits apart, shattering beneath me. Pussy quivering on my lips. Her juices running down my chin. I take her all the way to the end, savoring every pulse before I finally let up.
I stand, wiping off my chin as I step between her legs. Her eyes open and she looks up. A dreamy look on her face like I’ve just rocked her entire world. She certainly has rocked mine. Stole my breath from the moment I laid eyes on her. And I haven’t been the same since.
“Have to head out, babe. But I promise that as soon as I get back, we’re gonna finish what we started.”
She sits up, reaching for me. “Will you be long?” The fear in her voice grips my chest. She’s so damn sweet, and by some damn miracle, she cares about me.
“Nah, babe. This won’t take but a few hours. Then I’ll be back. Will you be here waiting for me?”
“Of course.” She nods, leaning into my touch. Her soft cheek rubs against my palm and now her pretty face is marked with my dirt. When I see the tears in her eyes, I decide that I’m not waiting a year to ask her to be mine. When I get back tonight, I’m going to say the words I’ve been desperate to tell her since the moment I saw her at the fair. I knew right then and there she was the one. Got struck by a case of love at first sight, and when she opened her mouth and hit me with her stubborn little attitude, I knew she was old lady material.
“Miss you already, baby.” I lean down and brush my lips across hers. “Gotta run. But I’ll be back in a few. And then I’m gonna kiss you until the sun comes up.”
The wordsI love youare on the tip of my tongue, itching to be set free, but I’m going to wait until I don’t have to rush out the door. After I say them, I’m going to make sweet love to her body for hours. Show her how deep my love runs for her. Plus, I’m hoping she’ll be saying them back. And once she does, there’s no way I’ll be able to walk out that door.
“Be safe, Skully. I need you to come back to me.”
“I will, baby. Always. Don’t you worry. We’ve dealt with this shit a million times.” This time, we have the cops on our side, so we don’t have to stay for cleanup afterwards. The police will be doing that. All we got to do is go in and kill Otiffe and his fucking drug-pushing soldiers, and then the blues will deal with the rest.
I lean down, giving her one last soft kiss, and then I’m heading out. As I reach the door, I turn, taking one last look of my beautiful girl before I shut it behind me. Not knowing in that moment that everything I’d told her would turn out to be a lie. I wouldn’t be back in a few hours. And I wouldn’t be kissing her until the sun comes up. In fact, I’d never get to kiss her again.
1
Skully
Fourteen months later…
The music pumps through the walls and my head starts to throb. I drop my pen and roll myself over to the window, grabbing the bottle of Jack I have sittin’ on the sill. It’s warm on my tongue, having sat all day in the sun. I chug back a long pull, no longer affected by the burn that coats my throat. It’s like drinking a soda now. Goes down too easy, too smooth, but that just means I can get to the numbness faster.
Laughter comes through the glass pane, drawing my attention out to the backyard. The guys have a bonfire going, and a bunch of my brothers are all laughing and shootin’ the shit, enjoying their Saturday night. There’s a group of pretty young girls all dancing around them, trying to draw their attention. I take another drink as the jealousy starts to burn a hole in my gut. That used to be me. Coming back from a long ride on my bike, watching the sun go down, feeling the breeze whipping over myskin. I’d get back, get myself a drink, and the night would be young. We’d party until the wee hours of the morning. Having one hell of a time.
After I met my girl, it was even better. She’d dance with me, then curl up on my lap in front of the fire, talking with me about anything that came to her cute little head. Blowing me away with her brilliance. Eventually, the tension would grow too heavy in my sac, and I’d be carrying her back to my room, fucking her until the sun was about to rise. Then I’d tuck her in my arms and drift off to the most peaceful sleep.
Fuck!
I bring the bottle back up to my lips, chuggin’ faster to get to the blankness, to get to the place where I can forget. But I come to the bottom of the bottle before I’m even close to that point. Not even feeling a buzz yet. The demons start fighting me harder. The memories. My jealousy. Her pretty face. I launch the bottle at the wall, and it shatters across the ground. Tiny broken fragments scattered everywhere— like my fucking heart.
I can’t fucking take it anymore. I’m so fucking done. I can’t even drink it away. The pain is too much. Every day, I wake up in hell and burn in the inferno of my memories, living in misery. And I don’t even get a reprieve in my sleep. I shut my eyes and face the nightmares. I open them and it’s worse. The only time I get a moment of peace is if I pass out from too much booze. But when I come to, the throb of my despair is so much worse. My misery only compounded by a massive headache.
