Justice whimpered.
I pulled out.
Her legs trembled.
Gliding my tip back in, slowly, almost painfully, I told her, “Look how perfectly we fit. Look how your pussy makes me strain, pushing my way in, but stretches for me every single time.”
Almost gasping, she stared, watched, nodding.
This time I didn’t pull out. “Watch.” I sunk in about halfway, then slowly retreated. “Look how your pussy coats me. Look at my dick shine, babe, because of all your juicy love.”
Her arms began to tremble.
“Want more?”
She peered up. “P-please.”
“Look down. Watch or I’ll stop.”
Her eyes fell. “D-Don’t stop.”
I pushed inside her again. “With your magic, you strangle me. That vein on the side of my dick gets squeezed as you let me come home, babe.”
Her stomach muscles began to shake. “H-Home.”
“After I make you come, I’m going to piston you like a V-eight engine.”
Her head fell backward.
I growled, “Justice.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Her head rolled back to watch. “N-Never so turned on.”
“No?” Leisurely, my free thumb headed toward her clit.
When I took too long, her little foot lifted off the mattress and stomped on the front of my shoulder. “Touch me!”
I pulled out my rod and dropped my hand.
“No! I’m sorry.”
Fighting laughter, because torturing her was quickly becoming my most favorite thing to do, I kept a straight face.
She put her foot down and begged. “Pleeease don’t stop.”
I gazed off as if bored.
She rushed to her knees, trying to kiss me, but I kept moving my mouth, even though I was dying to kiss her. Dramatically, I exhaled. “You have to make it up to me now if you want me to try again.”
Without another word, Justice dropped her upper body down and sucked me into her mouth with such hunger my eyes rolled to the back of my head. She sucked so hard I was a little scared my eyes would never return to normal. “Uh, o-okay. I think you learned your lesson.” I may come down your throat before we get back to you.
Justice was back on her butt and ready to continue, like a puppy waiting for its next treat.
“Where were we?”
“You-were-half-in-me-and-your-thumb-headed-toward-my-clit.”
I couldn’t help it. I chuckled. “Oh, yes, let’s try this again.” I slid in my shaft halfway, so ready to burst inside my girl. “The way your pussy calls to me, it’s almost like a song only I get to listen to. I wanna sing back to her, make her scream my name.”
Her legs were trembling again, and she babbled, “S-ong… s-cream n-name.”
My thumb slowly crept forward. “But she can’t come, Justice.”
“Hmm?” she almost cried.
“No. Not until I say. Not until I give my permission.”
Justice bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“Oh yeah, for being such a good girl,” my thumb grazed that pert nub, dying to be touched, “we’ll get started.” Air was being sucked and pushed out of her adorable nose. My thumb spread some of her juices over her clit, causing a deliciously long moan to escape her. Then I circled, gently, demanding her concentration on only that one spot. The more focused she became, the more wetness she produced. When I felt a little spasm on my dick, I said, “Not ‘til I say.”
Frustrated, she growled, “For this torture, I will soon be tying you up and robbing you of a million orgasms before I finally let you come—”
Whack! I smacked her clit. Another spasm vibrated around my dick. “Don’t you come yet.” Her whole body trembled as sweat built on her face and chest. “Oh, Mama likes that.”
Smack!
It was taking every bit of focus she had to not come all over me.
Smack!
Her mouth flew open and she gasped for air. “Please. I can’t hold on—”
Smack!
Her head fell back.
“Justice.”
It rolled back toward me.
“Look.” Completely dazed from need, she stared at our physical connection. “Look at those swollen lips, begging to come.” Her whole body now dripped in sweat. It was time to let her explode. My thumb started rubbing again, this time more vigorously. “Soon, so very soon, I’m going to let you scream out your pleasure.”
“P-Please.”
I started to move my hips.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes barely able to focus any longer.
“Are you watching?”
Numbly, she nodded. I was surprised she could still hear; she looked so overcome and ready to pop.
I pinched and pulled on the piercing that only I ever get to see. “I want you to watch how beautiful your pussy is when it comes all over my dick.” I rubbed hard and picked up the pace with my half-strokes.
Her face was now beet red as she tried to hang on.
“Justice… come.”
A soft mewing grew into a full out wail of ecstasy as I felt her vagina pulse and hold me tight.
So fucking hungry for my own release, I collided into her with such force, my hips and arms picked her up from the mattress. I could hear her breaths leaving her lungs. With no mercy, I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before my mouth engulfed hers, our bodies slamming back down to the mattress. I never knew pain and starvation would be so fulfilling until I got to the feast.
Lynx snarled as he filled his plate at the buffet. “Tell me you’re not walkin’ funny because of Giver.”
My woman, with a smile from ear to fucking ear, was indeed walking funny. “Don’t ask unless you want to hear how your sister came like a freight train that was falling down the side of a mountain, with no brakes or chance of surviving—” She looked around. “Where’d he go?”
Now sitting at a table by herself, Elle winked, “I’m not scared to hear about it.”
The thing about Elle was that there was no mistaking her harmless flirting. She was so smitten with Prez, everyone knew she was joking. That’s why Justice filled her plate, then duck-walked over to her table, bragging, “He teased me so long, so hard, I think I went blind for a little bit.”
Elle’s eyes fluttered shut as she ate what was on her fork. “Tell. Me. More.”
Dagger came in, snarling, “Giver, what the fuck have you done to this club?” He came to the food bar and smacked me on the back of the head. “We’re supposed to talk about bunnies and strippers, not be subjected to how great you work your dick!”
Justice peered over her shoulder, her mouth full. “We have a new ‘daddy’ in the house.”
“The fuck?” After Justice went back to bragging, he smacked me again. I didn’t care. My ego was high and free. That’s why I was shocked when he leaned in and went serious. “Bring your plate outside.”
I whispered, “Fuck. We good?”
“Don’t think so, kid.” He head-gestured to Justice. “Don’t bring her.”
“Got it.”
It was easy enough to let the girls ‘talk’ and go outside with no questions asked. All my brothers were standing, eating in the shop. Next to an engine we were rebuilding, Lynx lifted his chin. “I could kiss you for making her so fucking happy, man. No fucking joke.”
His words spoke of joy, but his tone was cold. He was complimenting me while preparing to give me unwanted news, so I gave him the time he seemed to need. “Go ahead, but you know where these lips have been.”
“You’re giving her a healthy sex life, one she deserves. I mean it. Thank you.”
“I know you do.” My heart was starting to pound. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk about shit I don’t want to.” He scooped scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“Okay. Talk when you’re ready.”
No one else spoke. My brothers seemed to already be updated on whatever was happening.
Lynx chewe
d, stared into the yard, then finally said, “I just spoke with the Milwaukee chapter. They had some kids trying to infiltrate their turf.”
After coming up with dead-ends, we easily chased off the drug selling punks. Almost too easily. That made the hair on the back of our necks stand. So, Lynx and Dagger put word out for Stallion clubs and associate clubs to be on guard and keep communication open about any suspicious kids. Justice continued to try to find any connecting links between the boys that we dealt with, but they were all from different areas, different states. No family relations. Nothing.
A disturbed chuckle escaped Lynx. “That Prez ain’t as nice as me.”
My spine went cold because that was saying a lot.
“He nabbed his imposing drug dealers and got one to talk.” He shrugged. “I guess he could’ve got them all to talk, but since he had one jabbering jaw, he killed the rest.”
Jesus.
Dagger was staring at me, silently warning me to prepare.
“Jabber jaws said they’d been recruited by an enemy of ours. One that I made the mistake of not believing to be a threat.”
Why is he telling me this without Justice here?
Dagger kept staring, his eyes drilling me. “You stay with us, you hear.”
Fucking Christ. Now what? I fought to not run, for no alter ego to step forward, but it was like I could feel Dick awakening. I sensed an overload coming. “I’m here.”
Lynx opened his mouth then shut it.
Torque exhaled. “Giver, the enemy… It’s the son of who had Justice.”
Eye twitch.
“Boy,” warned Dagger, “I said stay put.”
I shook my head to clear it of unwanted personalities. “Yes, sir.”
Lynx growled, “That means my sister and Art are in trouble.”
My hand formed fists. “Not fucking happening.”
Lynx smiled, but it wasn’t pretty. It was menacing. “Better fuckin’ believe it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
There was a ghost-like heartbeat that lived at the Stallion compound. It wasn’t spoken of, but it beat just the same. It pumped blood and soul into the spirit of what the Stallions fought for. Because I had arrived after this heartbeat pace had been set, I knew no better. I had never lived without the rhythm… therefore, was confused when this ghost started to rise from where he’d been buried.
This ghost’s name was… Legend.
It was a name I was about to learn and would never forget.
With what Justice had endured while held captive, Lynx felt it best not to tell her what he’d learned. He didn’t want her to live in constant fear. He left that constant fear for the rest of us, always looking over our shoulders, convinced this lone enemy was coming for revenge—coming for Justice.
In my dream, Jenny was standing on a railroad track, night blanketing her. No one was around, just an endless green field that I could see in the light of the approaching train, still far off in the distance. For the first time, she didn’t hold out a hand for me to grab. Now, she was pointing to the dark space behind me. Her scared little voice told me, “His tracks of Hell...”
The moving train started to drown out her angry voice. The light of the train was blinding me as I stood on the same tracks, twenty feet in front of her. “What?” My feet were stuck. I couldn’t move them, or I would’ve run to her. “Get off the tracks! A train is coming!”
She screamed, “His tracks of Hell!”
“James, open your eyes.”
I jolted awake. I was in bed, on my side, in Justice’s arms. Relishing the peace she always offered, I wrapped her up and asked, “You okay?” I was hoping I hadn’t become violent in my sleep.
“Always. With you? Always.” She rubbed her cheek to mine. “Talk to me.”
I was still shaken. “Jenny. On tracks. A train coming.”
Justice quickly pulled her head back. “You’ve never dreamt of her like that before.”
My breath trembled. “No. The train was headed right for her. I-I couldn’t get my feet to move. It felt like they were stuck in concrete on the tracks.”
When I walked in public, even just down a sidewalk—long hair, beard, and cut—most stepped aside. Little did they know, this biker who gave them pause had moments like these; clasped in his woman’s arms, receiving a tender kiss to his forehead. “James, she’s okay. She’s safe now.” I exhaled because Justice would never lie to me. “Did she say anything to you?”
My eyes shut as I tried to recall her scream. “Umm… ‘His tracks of Hell’.”
Right after Justice froze, she asked, “What?”
“What’s wrong?”
She suddenly let me go, then jumped from our bed. As if deciding whether to attack or run—mentally battling between flight or fight mode—she stood at the edge of the bed and her sanity, sneering, “What did you just fucking say to me?”
“Holy shit, babe. What is it?” I sat up, pushing covers off me so I could get to her.
The badass biker side of Justice was present. “Keep your distance.” She grabbed a pair of jeans and yanked them on. “That motherfucker.”
Naked, I stood with my hands up, trying to calm her. “Please tell me why you’re so pissed.”
She spit, “Because I treat your past with respect! How dare you not do the fucking same!”
Now that pissed me off. I had never done such a thing. I growled, “Justice, you’re not making a bit of fucking sense. I have never disrespected your past.” I slapped my chest. “Your secrets are right fucking here, goddamnit.”
“Well, someone is fucking me over!” She yanked a t-shirt over her head.
After picking up her cut, she stopped, stared at it, then did the unthinkable. She slammed it to the floor.
Ah-fucking-shit.
Tugging jeans up my thighs, I followed her as she raced to her brother’s door. She smacked her palms on it and kicked at the wood. “How could you?”
All doors were opening, including her brother’s. “What the fuck are you doing?”
No bunnies or girlfriends were in the hallway. This wasn’t their business. Only brothers. This was club members going to watch over the siblings who were about to go to war.
Justice, heavily outsized, shoved against Lynx’s chest. “I fucking trusted you!”
Lynx stumbled two steps back into his bedroom. “As you should, crazy bitch! What the fuck is this all about?”
Justice stormed into his room. “You swore an oath to me!”
As brothers came to stand next to me in the doorway, I stared at Justice unraveling and Lynx getting pissed. I had never seen them act this way or speak like this to each other. All my brothers seemed as disturbed as me, except for Dagger. He was very focused as he took the front row spot, right next to me. It was almost as if he was preparing to interfere, very aware this brother and sister had the temperaments that could easily get out of hand. My suspicions were confirmed when he put his fist in the air—the silent call for our Enforcer: Vice.
The three of us entered the room, giving space, but clearly ready to step in if needed.
I noticed Elle in a white silky nightgown, her back to a wall as if wanting to disappear. That told me she’d seen this shit before and wanted no part of the siblings’ hostile ways.
Fire spittin’ mad, Lynx grabbed Justice’s right hand and slammed their palms together. “Blood fucking oath!”
The scar…
And the ghost rose…
My girl screamed, “He fucking died and you betrayed me!”
I was confused as to who she was speaking of. It was amazing how many questions had never been asked. Stallions didn’t like to revisit their pasts. They—we—lived in the moment, hoping to find a way to survive the next.
“I didn’t!” roared Lynx.
Then he did the unthinkable. He turned his back to Justice, grabbed a knife from his nightstand, dragged Elle from her terrible hiding spot, then yanked her back to his chest.
“Goddamnit, Lynx!” yelled
Dagger as he rushed forward, Vice right behind him.
But they were too late. The blade was already to Elle’s throat.
I ran for Justice—who was now charging toward her brother, screaming, “You fucking coward!” My arm snaked around her little waist, and I hoisted her off the ground so she would lose traction. Her legs kicked in the air. “How dare you hide behind her again!”
Again?
I had once told Lynx that I wasn’t right in the head when I found out Dagger had vouched for me. Lynx’s only response had been there wasn’t a man or woman here who was. Looking at him now, seeing his own style of crazy, I knew he hadn’t been lying.
Elle’s eyes were wide with alarm as Lynx thundered over her head at Justice, “May God take her from me now if I’ve betrayed you!”
At the same time, Dagger, now in front of Elle, was in Prez’s face. “Put the fucking knife down! Put the goddamn knife down!”
All the while, Vice stood behind Lynx, looking haunted. “Prez! Don’t make me do this! Do what Dagger says!”
It was mounting mayhem that had to be stopped before someone was gravely injured. The last time I’d been in this room was to learn how to rescue Elle if ever needed. That time had come, just in an unexpected form. She was with a knife to her delicate skin, by the man who loved her most. On the top of my lungs, I shouted, “Stallions for life!”
The room fell quiet.
Lynx’s face—that had been full of psychotic rage—was now extinguished and replaced with shock. He blinked, then removed the blade from Elle with a gasp of horror. Dagger quickly grasped the weapon while Elle spun in Lynx’s arms, pleading, “Look at me. Look at me. I’m fine. Not hurt, babe. Look at me.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry.” He snatched that beautiful woman into his arms as if she was his saving grace. “I’m so sorry. I… blacked out.”
“I’m okay. I’m okay. No harm. No foul.”
Justice’s rage dissipated, too. Still not touching the ground due to my firm embrace, her limbs hung. “Was I right?” When Lynx didn’t answer her, her lungs sighed under my arms. “Is he coming for me, Lynx?”
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