by Snow, Nicole
I'd taken her cherry, yeah, but I hadn't fucked out every last trace of the shy, virgin Tacoma princess.
“God, you're so crude.”
“Yeah, baby, you know I am. Doesn't take a damned psychologist to figure out you fucking love it too.” I pressed her against the wall, shoved my hips between her legs, and rubbed my cock into her. She pinched her eyes shut and hissed desire when she felt my bulge. “Did you really think we were done this morning? Put that translation shit on hold for the rest of the night. Doesn't matter what the fuck you're doing. Only thing you need to be thinking about is how amazing my balls feel when they're slapping your clit raw.”
Her mouth dropped open in that holy shit look that turned me on more. Like a deer in headlights, and now it was time for the shock and awe.
I grabbed her blonde locks and pulled 'til she followed me into the bathroom. Once I was behind her, I grabbed her wrists, pinned them in front of her, and tore at her jeans with my free hand.
“You keep your eyes glued to your pretty reflection there, and don't you move them off. Not once. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you're coming on my cock, Elle Jo.”
My free hand went for her clit. Then the defiant little minx leaned over and bit my hand, sinking her teeth in so hard I fought the instinct to draw my knife.
She pulled her teeth away with a grin, just as her panties fell. My cock pushed inside her in one mean thrust, taking away her little flash of power.
Bullshit. She needed a stern reminder who the fuck owned her.
“What the hell was that, babe?” My words died in a in a guttural growl when she pushed back, warming me to the hilt with her tight, wet cunt.
“Just a reminder. You want to keep this, then you're going to work for it, old man.” She clenched her pussy muscles so damned tight I almost went full psycho.
Fuck. I hadn't tamed her tongue yet – and amen to that.
With my hand on her head, I jerked her face close to mine and kissed her from the side, quickening my strokes inside her.
We fucked in front of our own reflections. Kissing, biting, scratching, growling, screaming.
Every dirty, nasty thing I'd always wanted to do with the love of my life was possible with her. And that shit caused my balls to meltdown. I couldn't hold back nearly as fast.
My thrusts wedged her to the counter, and I twisted her face up, just as I started to power fuck her to the grand finale. Elle moaned, staring at us in the glass like a good girl.
Good, bad, whatever the hell she was, she'd always be mine. Mine, mine, and nothing else.
Club politics and mafia assholes be damned.
My cock went wild, stroking deep inside her. Held her face up the whole damned time, making her watch what I was doing. I had to show her there was something behind the rough fucking – something crazy, wicked, and special – I fucking had to.
She took it all in, but I wasn't sure how much she understood when her lips popped open and she let out that feral moan.
Her pussy gushed, clutched my cock, shook me down to my balls like a greedy little thief. I came fire, watching her tits swing, and she joined me as soon as I lost the first couple hot jets inside her.
“Fucking love you, Ell-Bell,” I whispered, when I could finally speak, running my fingers through her soft gold hair. “That's not gonna change, however tangled and nasty shit gets.”
* * * *
The next day wasn't so peaceful. We spent the night with pizza and beer. I told her we'd save the fancier shit for another time, when we didn't have to worry about all this other criminal bullshit getting between us.
I stepped outside early in the morning, sliding out of bed, careful not to wake her. Had an urge to enjoy my last good smoke in peace with the sunrise, maybe the last one I'd ever need now that I had a better drug purring in my system every time that woman made me come.
I wanted to enjoy the cool morning air and think about our next fuck. Then the one after that, and the one after that, all the ways I'd shake her, slam her, make her fucking scream.
My cock jerked, an image of her arms and legs tied to the bed in my brain. Knew damned well this vision wouldn't come unlodged 'til I made it happen, too.
She still had a lot to learn, and I was gonna teach her, show her all the ways a man like me could work her body over 'til the end of fucking time.
No sooner than I lit my cig and stuffed it in my mouth, the phone rang.
Looked at the screen on my burner phone and saw the Veep's number lit up. Shit.
“Yeah?” I snapped, trying not to sound like an asshole who'd just been pulled outta heaven.
“Fuck you,” he growled on the other end of the line. “Word is you've been in Tacoma for days, and I'm guessing you haven't brought back shit? Roman says he's high and dry on intel, and so's the Prez.”
“Christ, I'm working on it, brother. Settle your ass down. It's not easy gaining her trust. I gotta get her mind locked down before she'll open up and let me the fuck in.”
Fuck me. Talking like that gutted me, especially when I had to make these assholes think this was just an info pump, without any real feelings involved.
“I don't care how hard it is,” the Veep said, murder in his voice. “You do what you were fucking sent up there to do. Take what you need from that bitch and keep her outta the way if we've got to gut her old man.”
“I'm her old man now,” I growled. “But I know what you mean. Her dad's a sneaky sonofabitch, and I'm sure he's hiding something.”
“Yeah, so's the rest of the club. Fucking Blaze is starting to ride our asses about the rumors slipping back to Montana. He's got a bug up his ass about Grizzlies selling their shit and cutting the Devils out, breaking the only damned agreement that keeps us from stabbing each other.”
“Shit,” I grunted. Serious business.
The President of the Prairie Devils Montana wouldn't stay fooled long, no matter how sweet Brass' sis, Saffron, was on him. They'd gotten married shortly before Blackjack took the wheel, and we'd been on good terms ever since. But that alliance was fragile as fuck, and it could all go to hell, leading Grizzlies and Devils right back to each other's throats.
“You remember the last time we all sat together in church, Asphalt? The club agreed to do this thing the nice way, as long as you deliver. You'd better do it soon. We already stood like penguins through that fucked up wedding while the Prez shook Tacoma asshole's hand.”
“Let me do my work. You'll have answers within the week, Veep, I promise.”
Brass sighed on the other end of the line. “What the fuck's happened to you, brother? You were always solid. Not so wrapped up in emotional cesspool like the rest of us. Don't tell me she's getting to your head through your cock?”
“No.”
Total fucking lie. Brass knew it too.
“Bullshit. I know a man who's falling when I hear him, and you're crashing like a goddamned redwood.” He paused, mumbling a few more curses under his breath. “You're lucky my breakfast just showed up, and Missy's the best fucking cook in the world.”
Another pause. I heard lips smacking over the other end of the line before he came back. “I'm not gonna jerk your balls all day, Asphalt. Get your answers and then you can sort the rest of this shit out. This is your last chance before we ride up there ourselves. We've gotta move, before we all wind up with the Chinese and Tacoma kneecapping the whole club.”
“Yeah, you know I will, Brass. Take your fucking doubt and choke on it.”
The line went dead. Motherfucker.
I took a long pull from my smoke. Couldn't even enjoy it, the fucking thing tasted like ash. I ripped it outta my mouth and stomped it flat with my bare foot, not caring about the burn.
Turning back and looking into our room was almost as bad as some asshole shoving a gun in my face. I'd have to risk the miracle we'd found over the last week for the damned club, or else I'd be putting a lot of brothers' lives on the line.
I needed answers. I had to d
rill deep, break her wide open, or else I'd be giving up my patch for a chick who couldn't even tell me the damned truth.
Rock, meet fucking hard place. All I could do was try not to get smashed between boulders.
* * * *
We sat in a cool Tacoma park, overlooking the coastline. Several ships were rolling in, big steel bastards hauling wares from distant shores. Some illegal cargo too, no doubt.
Funny thing about the underworld, once you're in it, you realize it's everywhere, like a foundation to everyday life.
She gripped my hand on the bench, going on about her big career plans, everything she'd wanted before her asshole father interrupted 'em with this arranged marriage.
“I know, it probably seems like a useless degree sometimes, but I swear it isn't. China's going to be a powerhouse in a few more years. I can do anything, Asphalt, go anywhere.”
“You can own the fucking moon, babe, as long as you're still riding behind me and looking cute. You'd damned well better keep riding me like a nun in heat, too.”
She elbowed me in the side playfully and laughed. “Oh, God. That's really all you think about, isn't it?”
“Fuck, girl, you tell me.” I smiled.
Elle didn't know I'd softened her up as much as I could before I lobbed the grenade I'd been hanging onto all evening. And if I didn't throw that fucker at her soon, get it out in the goddamned open, it'd blow us both to pieces, everything we'd built.
“It's okay, I know it's really me you're after,” she said, nuzzling into my shoulder, breathing my scent. “I can't believe I actually want this to work out. I told myself it wouldn't all those years at college, and then when I came back, and saw how big an asshole you could be...”
“That's when you fell for me, babe. You didn't have a prayer, and you fucking know it.” I stroked her soft blonde locks and looked into her eyes. Those baby blues beamed like lighthouses.
“There's something I gotta ask you again,” I said, shuffling my feet together like a nervous fucking kid.
She gave me a sharp look when she sensed the pause. Spit it the fuck out, I told myself, and my lips started moving.
“What's really going on that I don't know about? If your old man's been fucking with the Chinese behind my club's back, then we've got a bigger problem than just you and me, babe. Give me the truth. We're solid now. You can trust me, open up, give it to me straight.”
For a second, her face rippled. I thought she might actually spill it.
Then the girl's hand crashed across my cheek like I'd just pinched her ass without her loving it. The sting shot up to my temple and down through my jaw.
“Shit!” I snarled, jumping up and moving my fingers across the hot, numb patch on my cheek. “Did you just fucking hit me, Elle Jo?”
“You're damned right I did,” she said, getting up and moving several steps back. “You should know better than to bring that crap up. We were having a nice time. I was starting to think I was wrong about you, Asphalt, but I can see the club still comes first.”
Fuck, no. My fists balled into stones at my sides. I ran after her as she began quick-stepping away, weaving between some old couple walking a big, spindly mutt on a pink leash.
“Goddamn it, Elle, you're wrong.” I grabbed her, twisted her 'til she looked at me. “You're wrong about everything. Don't you get it? We're all fucked if this deal goes off and your daddy's doing wrong. Yeah, I got my club duties, but I'm doing this for you, babe. I'm saving all our asses. I'm trying to get this shit dead and over with for us. Long as you're keeping secrets, I'm gonna keep drilling you, and that's poison for all the sweet fucking moments we could be having, without all this bullshit piling up in the way.”
Elle's phone started going off. Horrific fucking timing.
I blinked in surprise as she snapped it up, let out a long sigh, and tore herself away from me.
The dog started barking behind us. The raging shitstorm coming outta my mouth must've caught the old farts off guard.
I looked behind me, saw they were staring at us. The old geezer had one hand in his pocket, probably thinking about calling up the cops and reporting me for disturbing the peace or some shit.
Fuck. I couldn't go after her with all these damned civilians hanging around. Not the way I wanted to.
Heard her talking to somebody as she put more distance between us. I crept up slowly, staying just outta her view, behind a thick tree. I had to find out if that important call had anything to do with this whole sick situation.
“Daddy, please. It's really a bad time. I –“
Her voice sounded soft, angry, unsure of everything. She stopped, took a long pause while a garbled, older voice that made me see red bitched her out over something. Couldn't quite make out Gil's words, but fuck if his tone didn't curl my fists tighter.
“I mean, I can be there if you really need it. You're sure about now?” She sniffed while he mumbled a few words. “Yeah, he's close behind. He won't follow if you send a prospect. We're...going through some troubles. No, no, nothing I'd need any help from your guys with. It's just a little argument. I'm a big girl, daddy, I can take care of myself.”
A little argument? Was she fucking joking?
Shit, was she yanking my dick off, standing there and jabbering away with her asshole, traitor father while I stood just a few feet away?
It hit me like a nuclear bomb in my guts. This entire sham marriage is the fucking joke.
I grit my teeth, straining to make out what the asshole who'd blasted my shoulder a small eternity ago was saying.
“Okay. I understand, daddy – if it can't wait, I'll be there,” she said at last, a little sadness entering her voice. “Just give me a little time. I'll get over there as soon as I can.”
Gil exploded on the other end of the line. Something about leaving that fuckwit out of it, and how bad he'd wished he'd sent that dirty bald bitch to the reaper years ago.
I dug my boots into the ground, seething. Wished I could've reached right through her fucking phone and snapped his worthless neck. Then I heard her murmur a few more words under her breath and end the call.
My cue to move. I marched up, grabbed her, whipped her around. The dog barked like a damned fiend behind us, and those shitheads eavesdropping were probably dialing up the Tacoma PD right now.
Fuck if I cared. She'd defied me for the last time, and I had to set things straight, before she got us and the Grizzlies MC balls deep in something that would get our brains blown out our ears.
“Let me go!” Elle snapped, kicking at my shin. “Asphalt, you don't understand. I need to get out of here and –“
“Shut your fucking mouth, babe. Now. You've been lying to me the whole cocksucking time, haven't you?”
I spun her around and pinned her to the nearest tree. The hot rage burning in my eyes shut her up. I tried to keep my eyes off her chest, those tits I'd ravaged the last couple nights pressed tight against me, rolling with her ragged breaths.
Fuck me. Was I really thinking about sex right now when she'd just shoved a knife in my back?
“Last warning,” she snarled, giving me her best war face. “Let. Me. Go.”
“You're not going anywhere 'til you tell me what the hell's going on, woman. I know your old man wants you for something dirty, and I've got a feeling it involves crushing all my brothers' balls. Did you think I'd never find out? That I'd let you ride off on your merry little way and bullshit me through a river of blood?” Anger surged in my heart, so hot it almost popped the thing like a fucking balloon. “I'm your old man, Elle Jo, but I'm not your fucking chump!”
She flinched when I spat the last word like I'd hit her in the face. I had a pang of guilt, yeah, but it did fuck all to slow the white, blinding rage crackling through my system.
“Take your hands off me,” she said coldly. “Right fucking now, Austin. I'm not playing around. That couple behind us, they're going to –“
“Fuck!” I spun so hard I lost my damned grip and shot the old fol
ks a death glare. Also had to get my hands off her so I wouldn't do some shit I'd regret. “What did I tell you about using that name? You know what to call me, and you won't fucking do it!”
“I'm not playing games when you're acting like a complete ass.” She stood up straighter, stiffening in place, trying to stare me down.
She didn't have a chance. I bathed her in my angry green gaze 'til she broke eye contact and withered.
“This shit's not a game, babe. None of it. I don't know what that fucking asshole said to you, but –“
“Don't call him that.” Death ruled her eyes as they focused on me again. “Look, I know you two have a history, but he's my father. He raised me proper. He always tried to do the right thing, and I've got to help him, just like you're going to do everything you can for your club.”
“History?” I snorted. “That's fucking cute. Last I checked, we're still clashing right here in the present because he's shitting up the chain of command, Elle. You were raised in this MC, so I know you're not stupid. What Redding says goes – right across the fucking board. It's mother charter. If he's gonna do something stupid, then you'd be smart to stay the hell outta the way. Let us deal with this.”
“You don't understand, Asphalt. You really don't.” She looked past me, over my shoulder. “I have to go. We can sort this out later, if there is one, I mean.”
I lost it. The hellfire boiling my brain spilled over, and I wanted to curse her to the fucking moon, throw her over my lap and spank her defiant little ass, if I didn't just chain her to the nearest post first.
God help me, I loved her. I really had.
It shocked my whole system to start hating the bitch too.
“Don't do it, Elle. I'm telling you. You take one more step outta line, and this thing between us, it's over. You want to put the club first, your scheming fuck of father? So will I. Trust me, I can make this shit we've got as dead and business-like as any ordinary run. Your choice. Not mine.”
It ripped my guts out to say it, but I did. I had to make her understand, had to make sure she knew I was goddamned serious.