I rub the palm of my hand over his shaft until the head of his cock begins to peak through the hole in the front of his boxers. Licking my lips, I feel the essence of his precum while I continue caressing his cock. He might be groggy, but dammit if he doesn’t love the way my hand is fucking him right now.
Finding it a bit too much I remove my shirt, releasing his cock for a moment, and decide to remove the shorts I sleep in at night. It may be chilly here in Montana, but my room is so small it always stays hot.
With my left hand I tug on him, and with my right I dip between my lower lips and feel the way I too grow with need. With every movement I make using my left hand, there’s another one for my right. I continue on until my essence is slowly sliding between my legs. I haven’t cum yet, but I know I’m going to. It’s only a matter of time.
Grim somehow shifted to the middle of the bed overnight and I was closer to the side. My nipples grow hard while I feel the mushroom head of his cock swelling, indicating he too is enjoying himself.
I wonder if he’s going to cum over my hand, if I’ll get the pleasure of tasting him and licking it all up . . . or if I’ll slide my needy pussy on top of him. There are just so many options. Though, I’m being selfish and decide on the latter.
Taking my right hand from my pussy, I wipe my juices over him and kneel over his midsection. One last swipe over his head and I feel more precum coming to the surface. Slowly, I lower myself down onto him while my hand holds the base of his cock.
My nipples protrude and I feel heat swarming through my core. One swipe of my clit and I know I’ll come undone. I’ll squirt all over him and flood my bed until we’re forced to sleep out in the living room on my much too small couch.
I bury his cock into me even deeper until the entire thing’s in, remove my hand from his shaft and bounce up and down over him. Grim starts to stir, and I don’t want him to sleep. What I want for him is to wake up and see how I’ve started. Even more than that, I want for him to finish me off. I want a night even better than last night, and somehow, I feel like that will happen. He’s already blown me away more than once.
“Shit, Java.” Grim groans out, clearly awake at this point. He reaches out and grabs onto my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“I wanted you,” I confess, never really being so forthcoming. Even with my husband I’ve never been like this. He was the one who always initiated.
I rock against him as he meets my movements, angling his cock so he grinds against my G-spot every time. With every movement, it’s like I’m being doused with water. Every nerve ending in my body is being slowly ripped apart. I go from feeling nothing to something thousands of times stronger.
He rises up, takes my entire breast in his mouth and sucks. Biting, before it turns into gnawing. Slowly but surely, making me lose my mind. Before I realize what’s happening, Grim hooks his arms underneath my legs, scoops me up, and presses my back against the wall.
His entire body weight is pressing against me and I spot a sadistic look in his eyes. The outside light only shines in a bit through my window, giving me just enough to see. “I’m about to lose control with you, Java. Fuck. If you don’t want it, you’d better tell me now, ‘cause your pussy is too damn good to stop. I can’t fucking quit you.” He asks while delving his cock into me even further.
“Take me, Grim.” I hiss out in a moan. He puts my right leg over his shoulder and brings his left hand down onto my pussy. He slaps my clit over and over again, not soft either. Enough to where I can hear it echo in my room.
“Fuckin’, Christ. This juicy pussy all for me.” Grim snarls, teasing my clit with his fingers, he strums at it like he’s playing guitar while his cock rams in and out of me.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, feeling myself growing closer. “I’m going to cum,” I murmur, biting my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to scream.
Grim laughs in a devilish manner. “You’d better cum, and you’d better coat this whole fuckin’ bedroom, Java. I won’t stop until my needy girl is dry.”
He picks up his pace, both with his cock and hand until I’m squirting against his torso, but he doesn’t stop. “Oh, God. Fuck. Grim!” I hiss, trying my hardest not to scream, but I did get a bit loud.
He fucks me like we’re rabbits, pinning me against the wall so hard I can’t even move. I still keep cumming for him, giving him every drop, he’s asked for until he begins to hiss, telling me he’s cumming too.
Grim pulls his cock from me, tosses me on the bed and shoves his dick over my mouth while he sucks my clit into his mouth, licking up both his cum and mine. He shoves a few fingers in, continuing to fuck me before he aligns his cock at my mouth. He fucks it just as badly as he does to my pussy, taking me in every way I never knew I needed to be claimed.
Already he has me cumming again, rolling my head back in a blissful euphoric state.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“It takes years to learn the difference between who to let go and who to be patient with. The same way it takes years to know what you deserve and what you don’t, so hang in there, growth and experience come with time.”
~ R. M. Drake
Grim
I stand up at the end of Natalie’s bed, slidin’ my jeans back on and am in the process of buckling my pants when her hands rake over my abs. “Mornin’, Java.”
“Good morning,” She purrs, still soundin’ happy as can be.
I turn around to face her, cusp her face in my hand and crush my lips down onto hers. At this point, she gives in within seconds. There isn’t any more fightin’ this between us and I’m damn glad she came to her senses. Pulling away from her lips she frowns a bit. “Do you have some work to do?”
I nod, reachin’ for my shirt. “Yeah. Zane has me goin’ on some club business.”
“Club business?” She questions, not understanding what I mean. Soon enough she’ll slowly understand.
“Yeah, stuff for the club. Can’t go into it.” I mutter the last bit, watchin’ her to see how she takes what I’ve just said. I won’t ever lie to her, but I won’t break the promises I’ve made to the club either. I can’t even go into how many times women have chatted to the wrong people. Now, I don’t think Natalie would ever be that type, but I can’t be too careful.
“Alright, well, be careful.”
I raise a brow, a bit shocked at her reaction. Shit, this woman reads between the lines. “I will, like I always am.” I say.
“Is your back okay, or are you in pain today?” Natalie’s concern immediately shifts to something she can control.
“I’m achin’ a bit, but I can manage.”
She huffs. “I know you can, but you don’t have to. You could just stop being a stubborn shite and use the Biofreeze or your unit.”
“Left it at the club,” I quickly respond, slidin’ my shirt over my head.
“Well, lucky for you I have a bottle here.” She rises up on the bed and hops off the end, pulls the top drawer in her dresser open and sticks her hand in. Within a second, she’s unscrewin’ the cap and pulls my shirt off. “Where is it aching today?”
“Lumbar, and between my shoulder blades.” I answer honestly. She rolls the cool medicine over my trigger areas and I feel the menthol starting to work.
“Is that it, or are you acting like a tough guy?”
“First things first darlin’, I don’t act like a tough guy, ‘cause I am one.”
Natalie bats her eyes at me, then rolls them. “I’m starting to see you could quite possibly be more of a diva than Davina.”
“I’m confident my diva skills surpass hers vastly.”
“And a pissing contest already? Damn.” Natalie giggles while I place my hand on her bedroom door and open it, walkin’ into the hallway. Natalie must’ve gotten dressed at some point in the night again and comes walkin’ out beside me.
I dig into the back of my pants and pull out my wallet, handing her forty bucks. “You and the girls go get
breakfast. I’d normally cook for y’all, but I have to work.”
I don’t know if she’s more shocked at the fact I cook, or that I’m givin’ her money to feed the girls. She starts to hand it back, “Grim, I don’t need your money.”
I close my hand around hers and push her hand back toward her. “I know you don’t, but it’s a treat, for the girls. Kids gotta eat and use it as a chance to spoil them.” I press a chaste kiss on her forehead before I head over to the door, then realize I don’t have my shoes on. “Fuck.”
Natalie’s already walkin’ over to me with them. I slip them on quickly and try this again. “I’ll see you later.”
“When?” Natalie questions.
“Later today, if that’s alright? I do have to go away for a few days to take care of something.”
“Club business?”
“No. Personal.”
Natalie furrows her brows together and crosses her arms. “What’s personal?”
I stand in front of her doorway and look to see if I can spot any sign of life from the girls. They don’t need to hear this shit, that’s for damn sure. “My sister. Some guys at her college decided to beat on her, and do some other shit they weren’t given permission to do . . . I’m gonna make sure they pay, Java. ‘Cause I don’t condone that shit.”
“God. I’m so sorry I pried.”
“It’s fine, baby. You have every right to know. I do wanna see you before I leave, though.”
“Of course. Come by later. You know where to find me.”
“Yeah, ‘cause of Herold’s bitter ass.” I gripe, getting a giggle in return.
I make my exit and head down to my bike. Thankfully, there hasn’t been any signs of snow and it’s safe enough to ride. This is the first time I’ve been on my bike since the accident. Luckily for me, the damage wasn’t too bad and my mechanic was able to repair most of the damage by swapping out some parts.
Zane had sent me a text to meet Boss and Ricochet back at the club. So, that’s what I’ve done. Bull is standin’ outside of his truck with Ricochet, who’s takin’ a smoke break from the looks of it. Meanwhile, Boss is talking to someone on her phone.
I pull into the garage and park my bike, keepin’ it away from the cold and go over to the group. “Didn’t know you were taggin’ along for this trip.” I mutter to Bull, who doesn’t appear to be pleased in the least bit.
“Yeah, didn’t know I was goin’ either. Zane told me to go, so here I am, and fuck if I’m gonna let someone drive my baby again.” He pats the hood of his truck, then looks over to Boss. “You ready to get goin’?”
Her eyes land on me and she nods, quickly getting off the phone. “Let’s roll.”
Boss hops in the passenger side, while Bull obviously drives. Ricochet and I take the back seat. Bull drives out until we reach town, then goes to the north side. Before I know it, we’re in the next town up, Heights. Bull keeps drivin’ until we’re at Elmo Lake. We go around it until we’re in a parking lot that not many others use. However, as we arrive there’s one car there. As a matter of fact, it’s a decked out black Lexus. “There’s no way that’s the General,” I immediately say, not likin’ the way this is headed.
Boss looks back to me, “It’s him. He’d be an idiot not to show up.”
“How the fuck is he affordin’ a Lexus, Boss?” I question. I barely ever saw that fucker in a shitty Camry from the 90s.
Boss doesn’t answer my question, but the second Bull parks Boss exits the vehicle and we all follow her lead. Even though she isn’t our Prez, Zane trusts us to offer support if she needs it. Bull stands back a bit to the left, and I take the right while Ricochet is directly by her side.
The door opens and my heart beats heavily in my chest, waiting for this shit to go sideways. This doesn’t feel right and I find myself nervously lookin’ around the area. Someone could be watchin’ us right now and it wouldn’t even surprise me.
Sure enough the General does waltz out, smirkin’ at Boss like he’s just won the lottery. As his eyes dart over to Ricochet and then Bull and I, things change. He puffs his chest out a bit more. “When did you start employing the Reapers as muscle, Tala?”
Tala? Isn’t that her birth name?
Boss struts up to him, her heels clacking against the pavement and pulls a gun out on him. She points it to his temple, sneering. “You haven’t earned the right to call me by that name. You might’ve been friends with my father, General, but you aren’t him. Honestly, you should know better. The apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree.” I hear the click as she pulls her safety back.
She might be a product of Rage, but she isn’t anything like him. At least, I haven’t seen a resemblance between the two besides their dark hair.
“You wouldn’t dare,” General growls.
“Wanna bet?” Boss questions, laughing.
“Yes.”
“What’re we betting?” Boss asks, “Oh, wait. I have an idea. You get the fuck out of Montana and don’t sell in this territory ever again or I pull the trigger.”
“You wouldn’t dare shoot me. Even your father never harmed me!” General hisses, like it’ll matter. Boss isn’t Rage, and if people think she is that’s the first mistake they’re makin’.
Within an instant Boss shifts the gun to his leg and pulls the trigger. The sound of the bullet exiting the chamber rings out while General falls to the ground, holding his leg. “Now, I’m sure you haven’t learned your lesson here, so allow me to fill you in. I’m not my fuckin’ father, General. I would’ve killed any other man who spoke to me like that. The only reason you’re still breathing is because you helped him when he needed it the most. That is the only thing that saved you. Do you understand me?”
“I can’t just leave here. My boss won’t allow it.” General tells her, like it’ll change her mind. It kinda pisses me off how he completely ignored what she asked.
Boss keeps her gun pointed at him, “You’re working for someone? Since when have you ever given up control?”
“When your father started losing it!” General snaps at her, glaring at her with the most animalistic look I’ve ever seen. Though, his sneer quickly turns to a cackle. “Everyone knows, you know . . . how he hid his sickness. It’s the only reason he went back to you, Tala, ‘cause he knew no one else would give him a second chance except his bitch of a daughter. Ha! I bet he—” Before General can finish, Boss has shot another round. This time it went straight through his head. She slides the gun back underneath her cut and turns to Ricochet, who gives her a concerned look.
She glances to Bull and I. “I know none of you liked my father. He was an animal, a fucking dog . . . but he was still my dad. I will make amends for what he’s done to your people. I promise you this. I will make it right.”
“His sins aren’t your duty to rectify.” Bull states.
Ricochet gives a nod of agreement.
“No, but it’s my job to keep the past in the past and help bring a better future for both our clubs. Is it not?”
No one can oppose her. It’s her job as a Prez to put her people and their needs above everything else.
“I’d appreciate some help, cleaning up this mess and all. Will the police come around?” She questions.
I quickly shut it down. “No, Zane’s just put the Sheriff in our pocket. He knows it’s better to leave Reapers business to the Reapers. I’ll give him a call and tell him to ignore any calls in the area regarding gun shots.”
“Thank you. Now, boys, will you get rid of this trash?” Boss asks Bull and Ricochet, who are quick to lend a helping hand.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“My silence is not weakness, but the beginning of my revenge.”
~ Unknown
Grim
We’re back at the club and just finished tellin’ Zane what went down. He wasn’t exactly pleased ‘cause we didn’t get any solid information. All we know is that General was workin’ for someone, and someone who paid him handsomely from the looks of it. Boss
interjected, apologizing to him for what she did, but stated it needed to happen. He of course understood. He’s a bit pissed, but it’s not like he didn’t understand.
At the end of the day, we know our war is just beginning. All we can do is keep an eye out and wait to see what happens. If we’re lucky we’ll figure out who our new enemy is sooner rather than later.
“You’re leavin’ soon, yeah?” Zane asks while I step out into the main part of the clubhouse. He’s standin’ in the frame of the door to the room where we hold church.
“Yeah. I’ll be askin’ Zorro and Axel to come with me, if that’s alright. Don’t wanna go without some backup.”
Zane instantly seems curious. “Thought you three haven’t been getting along since the Shiloh shit.”
“We’re not,” I quickly reply. Shiloh fucked up the way the three of us work together. Hell, I bet no one would know how close we all used to be. Women can do that to you, rippin’ you apart from your brothers and whatnot.
Zane nods, “Feel free to take them. We’ll be fine at the club. I’m meetin’ a few people tonight who wanna prospect in at a bar in town if you want to tag along with me.”
“See the fresh meat? Hell yeah. Sounds like a great time.” I chuckle while Zane smirks.
“Sweet. You have plans with that lady friend of yours?”
“Her name’s Natalie, and yeah, I’m gonna stay at her place tonight. She should be here soon with the kids, though. Remember, she’s our new cook.”
“Oh fuck, yeah. I forgot. She’s got three girls, yeah?”
“Yep. Aggie, Davina, and Sorcha.” I tell him, watchin’ his smile grow. “What?” I question.
“You must like her a whole lot if you’re rememberin’ her kids’ names. I should’ve known you’d dig a single mom, given your past and all. Kids are your soft spot.” I feel like he’s tryin’ to poke fun at me a bit.
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