“Really need an answer?”
Her lips curled up at the ends. And, fuck, he wanted to kiss her. Then he wanted to shove his dick between them as she sucked him off while wearing it.
“Might be a few months, but for now, you can wear it when I fuck you again.”
“When I’m on my hands and knees like you said I would be?”
“Yeah, then. And while on your back, when you’re ridin’ my dick, straddlin’ my face, or suckin’ my dick. All of it.” He wasn’t asking for much.
“Won’t that get it dirty?”
“Gotta break in that leather, baby. Might even come on it a couple times. Mark it to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Sig...”
“Just fuckin’ kiddin’.” He lifted his brows. “Or am I?”
She rolled her eyes as he climbed back into bed with her. Again with the sass.
He had a way of ridding her of it that they’d both enjoy.
He fucked her a few times with his cut on her back, which claimed she was his.
But in truth, she was claiming him.
What Red wanted, Red got.
And he was happy to give it to her because he wanted to give her everything. Just like she gave him.
That mountain.
That morning.
That moment when their hands first touched.
Maybe it was that moment when both of their lives began again.
Sig would do his fucking best to make sure for Red that life was a good one.
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Prologue
The End
Judd crept through the car sales lot, keeping low and in the shadows, ducking behind each car he came to, until he spotted the one he was looking for.
He grinned and his dick was already hard in anticipation.
At sixteen and not yet a member of the Blood Fury MC, he wasn’t allowed to touch any of the club’s sweet butts, unless his pop would give his permission. Like Buck had done for Trip when he was fourteen and got his cherry popped by one of them. In front of everyone.
Judd didn’t want his first time in front of everyone because he didn’t need to hear the shit the Originals would say as they watched. They’d be heckling him the whole time just like they did Trip.
Fuck that.
So, he decided to find a way to pop a nut on his own. At least in a snatch and not his own palm. That he’d done more times than he could count. Sometimes him and the other boys would hide under the exec committee table during parties and watch when one or more of the brothers used that table to bang one out with whoever was willing.
Or sometimes even unwilling.
His fist had gotten some good workouts watching some of that.
He’d tuck that shit away and remember it when he was in his bed at night, too. It gave him plenty of spank bank material.
But it was his time. Trip lost his cherry at fourteen. And Judd was now sixteen. It wasn’t fucking fair and none of the girls at school would let him down their pants.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried.
But he was too tall and gangly and they called him a loser. They also called him dirty, even though he wasn’t.
The girls would say nobody wanted to let white trash like him touch them. Because if they did, no other boy would ever want to touch them afterward.
Well, fuck them.
He didn’t want one of those snobby-ass bitches, anyway. All he wanted to do was blow a load deep in their cunt, not marry them. Or even date them.
They probably preferred to take it up the ass anyway, so they could say they were still virgins.
Right.
He blew out a breath and slid his hand down the hard-on under his jeans. He’d stolen some wraps from the pharmacy in town and had a couple tucked into his front pocket.
He was ready.
He also had stolen some money from the cash register when the clerk had been distracted by Sig tripping and knocking over a display of sunglasses.
Judd had slipped him a five for doing it. Sig had demanded more. But Judd had told the twelve-year-old he could fuck off. It hadn’t been worth any more than five since he only had to knock something over while Judd did the crime.
Sig threatened to tell the clerk if Judd didn’t give him a twenty. So he popped Sig in the mouth, making him bleed. The kid took the five and shut the fuck up after that.
Judd needed the rest of the money since tonight was the night he was going to get what he’d been waiting for.
He popped his head up from behind the Chevy and glanced around the dark parking lot.
At midnight, no one was around. He just wanted to make sure the pigs didn’t roll by and see him, fucking up his plans.
He moved closed to the old Dodge Caravan and peeked through the side window.
And his heart pounded so hard, he could feel it all the way to his dick.
She was in there. Waiting like she said she would.
Because the cunt wanted the cash.
And he wanted the cunt.
With his blood racing through him, he jerked on the handle to the side sliding door of the minivan and carefully pulled it open.
“Got the scratch?” Molly asked.
He could hardly breathe enough to answer, “Yeah.”
She held out her hand with her long nails and lots of dumb bracelets on her wrist. “Let’s see it.”
“I got it,” he told her, worried she’d snatch it right out of his hand and go tell his pop.
Then he’d get busted right across the mouth—if not worse—for trying to fuck a sweet butt when he knew he wasn’t allowed to.
But fuck Ox, all he had to do was demand one of those patch whores to fuck Judd and they would have to. And he wouldn’t have to pay them shit.
“How much do you have?”
“What you wanted.” Now he was getting annoyed. She let any of the brothers fuck her for free and now she was getting picky?
He would be a future Fury member. She needed to learn a little fucking respect.
“You’ll get it after.”
She held out her hand. “Least show it to me.”
“Fuck you, Molly.”
“No, kid, you want me to fuck you. So scratch or no snatch.”
“You’re a fuckin’ whore, you know that?”
“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be getting ready to lose your virginity.”
Heat rushed into his cheeks. “Ain’t a virgin.”
“That’s not what your fist says.” Molly laughed.
Fucking laughed.
Fuck her.
“Show me what I’m payin’ for first.”
“I’m sitting right here.”
“You know what I fuckin’ mean.”
Molly sighed loudly like this was a chore for her. Then she shoved up her short denim skirt, opened her legs and spread her pussy with her long-nailed fingers. “There you go, kid.”
He really couldn’t see shit since it was so damn dark in that minivan even with the vehicle’s interior light. But it was a free place to go and Molly had access to all the car keys on the lot since she worked there during the day.
Judd climbed into the van and slid the door almost closed. He left it open just enough for the overhead light to remain on. He pulled out the money, waved it in the air and then shoved it back deep into his pocket.
“Shut it all the way so the cops don’t spot us in here.”
He frowned and shut it, engulfing the whole van in darkness.
“How do you want me, kid?”
He wanted her to stop calling him a fucking kid, that’s what he wanted! He was fucking sixteen. He wasn’t a kid anymore.
> But he had no fucking clue on which way would be best in the back of a minivan. He’d seen a lot of fucking in his life. And he’d seen women getting it in all kinds of positions. But he knew this would be once and done for the fifty bucks he was paying so he wanted to pick the one he’d last the longest.
Trip hadn’t lasted long his first time which was one of the reason he was ribbed so hard afterward by all the brothers. Judge didn’t want that happening to him.
“Just pull your fucking pants down and sit on the seat. Christ, kid. It’s not rocket science.”
Judd quickly undid his belt buckle and his jeans, shoving them all the way to his boots.
“God, you’re just a gangly thing aren’t you? Nothing like your pop.”
“You seen my pop naked?” Judd wondered if his mother knew. Or if Trixie even cared.
Not answering, Molly moved off the seat, waited for him to get settled, and then she shoved her skirt up even higher.
A smell wafted to him that made his nose wrinkle. Is that what they all stunk like?
So fucking gross.
But fuck it. They were there. He had the scratch and wraps.
He was doing this.
He pulled a wrap from the front pocket of his jeans and handed it to her. With an annoyed sigh, she took it, ripped it open and rolled it down his dick.
He almost lost it when she did. That did not give him confidence in his staying power with what was coming next.
Maybe if he concentrated on the smell, he’d last longer. Yeah, that’s what he needed to do. He inhaled deeply and almost puked.
Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.
With that rot, maybe this whole thing wasn’t a good fucking idea.
Fuck it. He was doing this. He could be pickier later.
“Wanna see your tits,” he demanded as she began to climb on his lap.
“Not for a fifty.”
“How much more?”
“’Nother twenty.”
She was fucking crazy. He’d see them before at the warehouse. They weren’t worth a fucking twenty.
Fuck it.
He held his breath as she wiggled herself into place, grabbed his dick, holding it where it needed to be and...
And...
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
He groaned as his load shot out of his balls and into the wrap before he was even able to stick it in. “Fuck!”
The bitch snorted.
Judd wasn’t finding any of it funny.
“Wanna eat me out, instead, for that fifty?”
He tried not to gag. “No.”
Molly shrugged, climbed off him and yanked her skirt down. “Better luck next time, kid.” Then she dug into his jeans and yanked out the money he had tucked in the pocket.
She slid open the door and disappeared into the dark.
He dropped his head back onto the seat, closed his eyes and blew out a breath. He just paid fifty bucks for something he could’ve done himself.
He yanked off the full wrap and tossed it onto the van floor with a curse. Then he yanked up his jeans, and climbed out.
He was still a goddamn virgin.
He had already told Trip and Sig he was getting some tonight with Molly. Now he was going to have to lie.
He cautiously made his way out of the car lot, crossed the railroad tracks and hoofed it two more blocks home.
As a pig mobile raced past him, he hid behind a bush. His night had already gone to shit and him getting caught out after curfew would just be the fucking cherry on the...
Yeah, cherry on the virgin.
He blew out a frustrated breath and kept going. His pop wouldn’t care if he was out after curfew but he’d care if five-oh brought him home.
Last time the pigs dropped Judd off, his pop beat him with a belt. Not for being out late, but for getting caught.
So now Judd was more careful. Way more careful.
As he turned the corner, he froze.
Their whole street was full of pigs. Not just local five-oh, but ones who were heavily armed, wearing all kinds of protective gear and hunkered down behind their vehicles and facing the old, run-down duplex they lived in. They looked like they were going to war.
What the fuck was going on?
Did the neighbor in the other half of the house beat the shit out of his wife again? In all the times they’d shown up next door, he’d never seen a response like this before. Maybe this time he’d killed her instead of just giving her a black eye or a broken bone.
Judd ducked behind an overgrown bush and peeked through it.
What the fuck? The pigs were all focused on their front door, not the neighbor’s, who shared the same porch.
Judd’s heart began to thump. The pigs had all their lights off, no sirens, no radios, and weren’t saying a word.
Holy shit. Maybe they were arresting his pop for killing Razor and Tin Man.
His mom told him that Ox had shot Razor between the eyes in retaliation for killing the club prez, Buck. And then Tin Man tried to take Ox out for killing the man’s brother. Judd’s pop blasted Tinny right in the chest, dropping him right where he stood.
So, yeah, maybe all the five-oh out front had something to do with that since it only happened a few days ago.
Maybe somebody snitched.
And if somebody snitched...
He needed to sneak around back, get into the house and warn his pop.
But as he made his way through the dark, sticking behind the shrubbery, he came out behind the house, only to see the same shit out front. Too many pigs, wearing vests and carrying high-powered weapons. Plus, a couple more local cops.
There was no way to get to the back door. They’d stop him first.
Something huge was going down.
Suddenly, there was glass breaking at the back of the house and a flash bang that scared the shit out of him, which had him hitting the ground hard.
A whole bunch of shouting quickly followed, the sound of doors being busted in at the front and back, shouts that included the words “arrest warrant,” and pigs moving everywhere.
Holy fuck!
Judd was afraid to move and he couldn’t follow them in, anyway, because some of the pigs remained standing guard outside. Probably to make sure his pop didn’t escape out the back. He watched the pigs, who had their guns drawn, enter the house, shouting to one another when they cleared a room.
Almost all the windows were propped open since it was ball-sweating hot out and the fucking piece of shit house they lived in didn’t have air conditioning. So he heard everything like he was right inside along with them.
He crawled forward, the dead shrub scratching his arms, his fingers digging into the dirt so he could get a better view of the back of the house. But he wanted to stay where the local oinkers wouldn’t see him. Because if they saw him, they’d probably nab him.
Where the fuck were his parents?
Where the fuck was Jemma?
Had they left town and not told him?
Had they left town and left him behind because he was in some damn minivan trying to get his cherry popped and they couldn’t find him?
Maybe they left town and just didn’t want him anymore.
Through the open windows, he heard a scramble of feet, more shouts, then boots rushing up the steps.
“Gun! Gun! Gun!”
“Put the gun down!”
“Put it down.”
Holy fuck!
Judd couldn’t breathe and was frozen to the ground.
“PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!”
“Fuck you!”
“Let her go, Scott. You don’t want to do that.”
“Fuck you, pigs!”
“Let her go.”
“Put the fucking gun down and let her go.”
Who? Who was her?
His mother?
“She’s just a baby, you won’t be able to live with yourself if something happens to her.”
Jemma.
His fucking pop had Jemma
.
Judd forced himself to keep his mouth shut and keep from shouting out to his pop.
“Let her go, Scott. We can do this without any of you getting hurt.”
What was Ox doing?
“Will let ‘er go when you get the fuck outta my house.”
“Let her mom take her. We’ll get them both out of here safely.”
That motherfucker was using Jemma!
“This isn’t going to end well if you don’t let her go.”
Judd needed to get upstairs. He needed to get Jemma.
“You really want us to shoot you in front of your kid? Is that what you want? To show them how much of a hero you are? Scar her for life?”
“Fuck you! Ain’t takin’ any of us.”
“We don’t want anyone but you, Scott. Wife and kid can stay here. But we have a warrant for your arrest and we’re not just going away. Let’s do this without getting anyone hurt. Including your little girl.”
“How come you had to bring a pig army to deal with one fuckin’ man? You all pussies?”
Judd didn’t hear the answer or even if there was one. But he knew why. His pop killed people and didn’t even think twice about it. He’d kill all those pigs without even blinking.
But it pissed him the fuck off that he was using Jemma. His baby sister was only five.
Worse, Judd could hear her crying even from where he was laying on his belly in the dirt.
He could also hear his mom throwing out pot shots at the pigs. He wondered if Trixie had encouraged Ox to use Jemma as a shield.
If she did...
Judd’s jaw shifted and his fingers curled into his palms, his dirty nails digging in painfully. If she allowed her own daughter to be used, Judd was running the fuck away and taking Jem with him.
“Ma’am, take your daughter from your husband.”
“No, you fuckin’ don’t, Trix. Stay where you at. It’s a fuckin’ trick. You know how those fuckin’ pigs are.”
“Get the fuck out of our house,” Judd heard his mother shriek. “Get out! This is our property! You have no fucking right to be here!”
“We’re here to serve a warrant and we’re not leaving until we do.” The pig sounded pretty fucking calm for the situation. “So, let’s make this quick and painless and stop scaring your daughter.”
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