by Winters, KB
This shit with the Reckless Bastards could get ugly, which meant it was on me to fix this before Curt even got wind of it. “What happened to you?”
He snorted. “I fell for the wrong girl.”
“That’s your problem, Leon. You always looked at me like I was a little girl. I never was.” I hadn’t been a girl since I left home at fifteen, but Leon wanted to be the big man so badly, he cast me in a role that was never suitable for me. “Listen to me if for no other reason than I used to love you. Stop following me. Stop making trouble. And for fuck’s sake, get the hell out of Texas.”
“Can’t do it, babe. Not without you.”
“You can and you will.” If, not when it came down to Leon or the Lords, there was no fucking question about where my loyalties lie. “If you break into my house again, I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.” I went back to the kitchen to retrieve my unopened beer and chugged the icy liquid down my throat. When I got back to the living room, Leon was still there, head in his hands, lost in thought.
“I regret bringing you on. Introducing you to the fucking Lords of Buckthorn.”
I knew he did. He’d said it all the time when I started moving up the ranks as a woman in the MC. He hated it, and I believed it played a big role in the mess he was today.
“It was the best gift you ever gave me, Leon.” The club shaped the woman I was today, and I could never regret that.
Ever.
“Then you owe me.”
“I’ve paid any debt I might owe you.” He had no clue how much he owed me for the fact that he was still alive and kicking after he followed me all over Texas. “More than you know.”
“Bullshit. It’s all about the Lords with you now.”
I nodded because it was true. The leadership responsibility I had was one I took seriously. These guys were my brothers, my family and so were the Ladies of Buckthorn, including my own kid sister. I’d lay down my life for them. “Then you should know what I’ll choose if you keep pushing the issue.”
He stood with a creepy smile. “You can’t kill me, Ella Mae. I’m your first love.”
He wasn’t. He was my second love, actually.
“I can kill anyone I need to, Leon. Remember that.” He did hold a special place in my heart, but not the place that would ever put him above the MC. Leon was a liability and the more I looked at him, smiling wildly without any fucking clue that I was the reason he was still breathing, the more I wondered what the hell I ever saw in him.
“Then why am I still alive?”
I snorted in disgust and took a step back. “Because apparently I’m the type of chick who needs to learn a hard lesson twice.” A mistake I wouldn’t make again.
Chapter Seven
Slayer
“Waking up with an empty sac should feel a fuck of a lot better than this.” After gettin’ it on with that hot chick in the alley behind Rusty Hinges and then catching an unexpected ass whooping from that insane asshole, you’d think the tight cunt would have stuck with me more. Instead it was my black eye.
“At least he didn’t break your nose.” Gunnar, the fucker, could barely suppress his laughter.
Yeah, at least. “You ever heard of anyone named Chance?” That shit had bugged me until I drifted off to sleep. Who the fuck was Chance? The obvious answer was that leggy brunette, but I needed to know.
“Nope. But there ain’t any chicks I’d have reason to do business with outside of The Barn Door,” he said with a shrug, his gaze focused on the horizon. “It was probably his old lady, or more likely an ex-old lady.”
“That’s what I figured, too.” Still, something about that dude didn’t sit right with me. Apart from the fact he busted up my face.
Gunnar smacked my arm to get my attention. “What’s eating at you? Did you catch feelings for that chick or something?”
My brows dipped and furrowed. “Fuck no, but if I find out who Chance is, then I can find that fucker and beat his fucking ass.” And that would be a fucking delight, for him to see the beatdown coming. “Plus it’s a little weird he was there, right?”
“Yeah.” Gunnar pushed off the post and clapped me on the back. “Sounds like you’ve stumbled into some stalker type shit. Just leave it off Hardtail, would ya?” His lips may have smiled, but I didn’t miss the steeliness behind his blue gaze.
“Don’t plan to do anything other than return an ass kickin’.”
“Good to hear. Let’s go back in and this time, try not to make my son cry.”
I barked out a laugh. “It was a shock to him to see my pretty face so bruised up. He’ll get used to it.” He’d have to considering how things had shaken out with the MC the past few years. “Stone, my man! Sup?” I held out my fist against his tiny one, and he looked up at me and grinned.
Then burst into tears. “Do something about that, would ya?” Peaches motioned to my face with a frown. “He’s barely settled down from ten minutes ago.”
Whatever. “Fine, coffee and then I’m out.” I went to the pot that had just finished brewing and poured one of the colorful oversized mugs Peaches had restocked the kitchen with recently. When it was teetering on dangerously overflowing, I stopped and turned to the table with a half-smile. “See you guys later.”
“Bye Uncle Slayer!” Maisie, Gunnar’s preteen little sister, held a wide smile but I could tell even she was a bit terrified of my face.
“Keep an eye on them, would you, Maze?”
“I will,” she said eagerly, all traces of fear gone at the thought of being in charge.
I made my way across the property to my own little place I’d built over the past few years. I refused to call a cabin because I wasn’t the type of guy to live in a cabin. And unlike the rest of the guys, I didn’t build a cabin, but a small ranch-style house because it was nice to come home to at the of each day. After so many years bouncing around, first the country and then the world, it was nice to see the blue trim after work.
Inside, I set the coffee down, got undressed again and drifted off to sleep, more exhausted than I realized, because some time later a loud and obnoxious banging sound woke me up from a dirty dream.
“All right,” I grumbled, figuring it was Peaches trying to scam someone into babysitting. Again. “Go away.”
The knock grew louder and more insistent, and I kept right on ignoring it. Until the doorknob started to jiggle. I sat up and scanned the room to make sure I was alone. Another round of knocking started, and I got up and yanked a pair of boxers off the laundry basket before heading to the door. “What. The. Fuck?”
It was the last damn person I was expecting to see. She looked even hotter in the light of day.
“Not the good southern manners I was expecting, but I can manage. Slayer, right?”
The hot as fuck brunette from last night stood in front of me with her hands on hips I knew fit perfectly in my hands. She wore a pair of painted on black jeans and a gray t-shirt that hugged her tits perfectly.
“Hello?”
I blinked until I could see something other than those long shapely legs and huge tits. Until her face came into focus and on the heels of that, the memory to explain the frown on her face.
“Yeah, I’m Slayer. And I’m guessing you’re Chance?”
She nodded and held out a hand. “Ella Mae, actually but most people know me as Chance.”
I looked at her extended arm trying to figure out if she was just fucking with me, then my gaze slid back up to hers.
“Here to ease your guilty conscience? Don’t bother and don’t come around here again.”
I shut the door, brave—or crazy—bitch that she was, she pushed it back.
Ella Mae, or Chance, wasn’t put off by my tone which would have impressed me if she wasn’t playing games. “I deserved that. I guess.”
“You guess? What was that in the alley exactly? An attempt to make your boyfriend jealous so he’d move in or ask you to marry him, or some other stupid high school shit like that?”
I raked a hand through my hair, realizing it was tangled as fuck, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. Still, I stepped back so she could enter if she wanted, turning my back to her. I leaned against the half wall that separated the kitchen and the living room.
“You’re pissed.”
“Something like that,” I admitted and crossed my arms, a move Chance tracked with a heated gaze.
She nodded and straightened her spine. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened after I left. I should have taken care of Leon a long time ago but old loyalties and all that. Anyway, I didn’t realize he was following me.”
“How long has he been your ex?”
“Officially a year and a half but closer to two, and he’s had a hard time accepting it. We were together a long time so I was trying to give him time to get used to the idea, but last night,” she trailed off, realizing she said too much.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Ella Mae.”
She arched a brow, and I folded my arms and arched a brow of my own. “He was in my place when I got out of the shower.”
What the fuck? “Why are you so calm about this guy? He’s clearly unhinged.”
“I’m dealing with it. That’s why I came here. When Leon admitted he’d defended my honor, I knew I had to find you.”
There was more she wasn’t saying, but I was more focused on something else. “How did you find me?”
“Your kutte. You had it on last night.” She gave a shrug as if that answered the question, but I was half impressed she’d tracked me down and turned on at the way her nipples slowly hardened under my gaze.
“Well, your ex sounds like a problem, one you need to deal with right away.”
“I will. Believe me.” I didn’t know this woman from any other, but I believed the hardness in her voice. It made me wonder about her, something that rarely happened when it came to women.
Too bad those fucking nipples were all I could think about. Mostly.
“You and what army sweetheart?”
She sent me a glare I expected and licked her lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Fuck yeah, I would. “No,” I told her instead, smiling as I pushed off the half wall and closed the distance between us, giving Chance plenty of time to take in the sight of me in nothing but my drawers. “There is something else I’d like to know though.”
Heat fired her eyes into melted gold, and she swallowed. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Her tone was husky, and that little pulse at the base of her neck beat a dance track.
“How those sweet lips of yours would feel wrapped around my cock.”
I stood still, waiting for a kick to the nuts or a knife to the gut because Chance looked like the type of chick who fought back, and was armed.
That thought turned me on for some fucked up reason, and when she licked her lips again and put one hand on the waistband of my boxers, I lost all ability to think.
Maybe it was just a dream. Hell, maybe her ex hit me harder than I realized.
Chapter Eight
Ella Mae
I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about sucking this big hunk of a man off, but the alley wasn’t the time or the place. But right now, with him standing and glaring down at me while his abs glistened and that long brown hair looked like someone had already tangled her fingers in it? Lucky bitch. His cock twitched behind red cotton, which both surprised me and turned me on since he seemed like an all-black wardrobe kind of guy to me.
I gripped the waistband with one hand, and the backs of my fingers brushed against the bristly hairs that surrounded his cock. The other hand moved like it was stuck in mud, lifting in the air and reaching into the waistband so I could feel the heat and weight of his long, thick cock. Today the lights were on and the fucking sun was shining, and I could see everything.
Every. Fucking. Thing.
The way Slayer kept his beard trimmed just so in that way meant to keep every pair of panties in any given room soaked. Dripping, in fact. His brown eyes were just about black with desire, his smooth skin on just the right side of sun-kissed. The left side of his body from his pec down to his wrist was covered in images that blended into one another hypnotically. Tantalizing.
And then I got to the real show, yanking down his red boxers so I could take in all of him. Every beautiful thick inch of him. I gave his cock a squeeze and he groaned.
“It ain’t a stress ball sweetheart.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” I told him with a grin and a few good tugs on that long beautiful cock. The way it throbbed in my hand and the thick vein on the underside pulsed with need had me wet, wanting him. Now. “Enough talking,” I said.
His deep chuckle was the only response before one hand raked down my hair and tangled, purposely, in his fingers. He gave it a good tug until the front of my neck was exposed to him. Then his tongue started at the base of my throat at my racing pulse and scraped up to my chin. He nibbled my chin and across my jaw with a groan.
“You’re a bossy little thing.”
“Not bossy,” I panted with a smile.
“A little bossy.” He gave my hair another tug and my pussy clenched with need, dripped with desire.
“You don’t like bossy women?” His hand loosened, and I dropped down in front of him, fisting his beautiful cock with both hands, being a little rough because I knew a guy like him could take it.
“Fuck,” he growled and dropped his head back as his hips flexed. “Nope. No problem at all.”
“Good. Now shut up.” I smiled up at him and when he opened his mouth to speak, I wrapped my lips around the angry, swollen head of his cock. And sucked.
“Fuck, woman!”
I smiled but I wouldn’t let any amount of praise distract me from this perfect, beautiful cock. It was long, about nine inches and just thick enough to make me ache, because holy fuck-a-moly was I aching right now. Deep down in my pulsing, clenching, wet fucking pussy, I already ached.
But I wasn’t one of those women who shied away from a cock. Oh, hell no! Especially one as nice and thick as this one. I wanted him to fuck me hard. Tear me up. Let me know what kind of a man he was.
But first, I took him deep, all the way to the back of my throat. And every uttered ‘fuck’ and every grunt of ‘holy shit’ didn’t just turn me on, no, it made me fucking crazy. I sucked him off the way Leon always wanted me to, but that asshole never inspired my inner slut this way.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” His hips moved, a little but his hands found their way back to my hair, wrapping the length around his fists…but that was it.
I waited for him to start fucking my throat, to ram his big cock down there but he didn’t. I risked a look up and all I could see were the bunching muscles of his throat and jaws, flexing with restrained desire. God he was fucking beautiful. More so when he was in the throes of passion, and I wanted to see more.
“Chance, fuck!”
I smiled around his cock, sucking hard until only the tip was in my mouth. Then I was empty and moaned at the feeling, but I wasn’t done with this fine man. Not yet. I jerked his cock and licked and sucked his sac, enjoying the way he tried so hard to be a gentleman.
Gentlemen were overrated.
“Slayer.” His brown eyes popped open, brows furrowed in an angry expression I found endlessly hot. “Show me how you like it.”
He growled and shook his head.
“Yes.” I teased him, sliding my tongue back and forth against the slit at the head of his cock.
“Fuck!”
Still, his hips moved in long slow strokes. Nice. I wanted more than that, and I gripped his ass and pulled him forward, taking him as deep as I could before swallowing around the tip.
“Fuck!” Much better. His hips started to move in shorter strokes. Faster strokes. Every time he thrust, a sexy growl escaped, and I felt my body vibrate.
“Fucking, Chance,” he growled and held me still while his cock stroke
d against my tongue. In and out. In and out.
He slid so deep I choked and when Slayer tried to step back, I squeezed that fine ass and made him stay where he was.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he growled and slid his cock down my throat—deep—one last time. He stayed there for several seconds, and I felt every drop of need slide down my thigh.
“Stop!”
The loud sharp bark shocked a gasp out of me, and I felt my nipples bead. “Well? How do my lips feel on your cock?”
He smiled at me and goddamn it only ratcheted up my desire to about ten million. “Pure fucking bliss.”
Good. “Too bad you didn’t finish.” I wasn’t a come-guzzler but when a cock was just right, well a girl took one like a champ.
“I want to be inside that tight wet cunt of yours. Again.” He shivered like even the memory of my pussy was too much and fuck me, I was hella flattered.
“Yes. That.”
He was in front of me in a flash, on his knees in front of me, and I couldn’t look away. His big thick fingers worked clumsily on the buttons of my jeans. They were a fucking hassle but totally worth the way he looked at my legs when the door opened. It took a minute but Slayer made quick work of my jeans and let the cute pink thong stay where it was. “Next time wear a fucking dress.”
Before I could tell him he should worry about satisfying me this time, Slayer pushed me and I fell over the arm of the sofa, feet hanging in the air wildly.
“Fucker.”
“Not yet. Soon.” His big hands gripped my thighs and held them wide open and I knew there would be ten little circle bruises on my inner thigh, and I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. Not when he smiled down at me just as his tongue slid inside my pussy.
“Oh fuck!” He was an expert level pussy tamer, using that big fat tongue and those flexible lips to bring me to the heights of desire. Over and over again. “Fuck!” I couldn’t find one spot to hold on to, to grab, so I chose my tits, giving him a little show while he drove me out of my fucking mind.
“Damn you taste like coconuts.” When he said those words and followed them up with the most thorough pussy licking of my life, all I could do was accept it. Take the tongue lashing he gave me and explode in orgasm. Happily. Hungrily.