Claiming Racheal

by Michelle Woods

  “Wh-when are you leaving?” She panted out. Her heart seemed to wait for his answer to start beating again.

  “Damn, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” Tiny was pissed at his own stupidity. What the hell was he thinking? Stupid, he’d acted stupid. Yelling it at her like that. He’d meant to work it in at a moment when she wouldn’t panic, and instead he’d blurted it out in a moment of anger.

  “It’s not your fault, Tiny. I would have panicked no matter how you told me.” Racheal assured him, but she was wrong. He knew that wasn’t true. He could have worked it into the conversation in a way that didn’t panic her. He watched her as she leaned back in her chair still panting a bit.

  “I have to leave in the morning, but I’ll have Aunt Mae come stay with you.” He watched as her face twisted into a scowl. “No, don’t argue. It won’t do any good. She’s gonna stay here with you to be sure you’re okay.”

  Racheal wanted to protest. Only she knew that she wouldn’t sleep until Tiny came back. Not unless someone was here with her and then it wasn’t a sure bet. It was different with Tiny than other people, even Molly. Another panic inducing thought came to her, sometimes when a member of the club went off on a run they never came back. That thought scared her to death, she couldn’t lose Tiny. She realized in that moment with that thought running through her head, that she had grown way more attached to Tiny than she’d realized.

  “When will you be back?” Racheal finally blurted out, scrutinizing Tiny carefully waiting for his answer. Tiny continued to run his hands up and down her back his eyes troubled.

  “I don’t know.” Tiny said, still rubbing her back as she felt her heart pick up again. Her fear pushing her towards panic, she gripped the edge of the table, trying not to allow his words to push her over the edge again. Racheal was torn between anger at herself, and fear of him leaving. Since, she’d come to Devils Falls, Tiny had been the rock she’d clung to. He was the one thing stopping her from just drifting away on a current of fear and panic, and now he was leaving for an indefinite amount of time. She wanted to scream and rage at him, but she didn’t want to seem needy. Molly had told her about the trouble they’d had with the Jackals months ago. When she talked with her today, Molly said that Bone had been acting strange since leaving her at the Dixon farm yesterday. Racheal was worried that Tiny might be handling something dangerous for the club. From what Molly had told her, the Jackals were bad news and it worried her.

  Tiny silently waited for her to process his last statement unsure if she would be able to prevent her inevitable breakdown. It was his damned fault and he wanted to kick himself for his callousness. It was bad enough he was leaving her. She was finally beginning to accept him and he wanted to be here with her. He watched as she turned back to the table pulling her chair up which caused his hand that had been rubbing her back to fall away. She lifted her fork and nodded at his plate.

  “Eat, it’s getting cold. It’ll be fine.” He grunted. Moving his chair closer to the table and picked up his own fork. He began to eat as she did the same. He moaned in pleasure, getting a slight smile from Racheal. Damn, she really knew how to cook. Tiny knew that Molly hadn’t been able to cook a lick when she’d arrived.

  He’d assumed that Racheal would be the same and had asked Aunt Mae to come over to show her a few easy meals to cook for herself the first week she’d been here. He’d come by to see how it was going to find Aunt Mae watching as Racheal cooked, and the older woman was asking questions about the things Racheal was putting into the chili she was making.

  Tiny had been a little surprised to find out that his girl was a very good cook. She’d laughingly told him that her mother lived in the upper Slum district. This had meant nothing to him until she’d explained that the upper Slums, were an elite part of the Slums were mistresses were kept by wealthy men from the Hill district.

  Racheal told him that her mother had taught her to cook years ago, and she’d loved it so much she’d begun experimenting with different recipes. It was amazing to him what she could whip up with only simple ingredients. They ate in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. When they were finished he helped her clean the dishes still not saying much. It bothered Tiny that she wasn’t as animated tonight. She’d been slowly opening up to him in the last few weeks. He really hoped this run didn’t knock their budding relationship back a step, waiting was already about to kill him.

  After cleaning up Racheal sat on the couch with a book she’d been reading. She was unable to focus on the words covering the pages. They swam before her and she tried to not think about Tiny leaving in the morning. She definitely did not want to watch him cleaning his gun.

  He sat at the small desk set up in a corner of the living room near the couch she was sitting on and her eyes kept straying to him. It made her nervous that he felt he needed four guns on this trip he was taking. She kept thinking about Tiny leaving, no matter how she tried not to. She didn’t want him to go, but this odd relationship they had was confusing enough without adding her neediness to the mix. Deciding to give up on reading, she hadn’t read more than a page in an hour anyway. She was too busy thinking of all the things that could go wrong while he was out on his run. Setting the book on the coffee table, she rose from the couch looking at Tiny. He stopped cleaning the barrel of his third gun to look up at her.

  “I’m going to bed.” Racheal turned walking towards the master bedroom, which was down the short hallway beside the kitchen without another word.

  “Night, Darlin’.” Tiny called, watching her walk towards his bedroom.

  “Nite.” She called back.

  Racheal entered the large bedroom wanting to cry. Thinking about Tiny leaving in the morning made her heart ache. She sat down on the edge of the bed taking off her shoes, walking barefoot to the bathroom. She took off the rest of her clothes leaving them on the floor in the bathroom. She got into the shower, still upset, but she managed to take a shower without bursting into tears.

  It was when she lay down on the bed that it caught up with her. She began to cry in large gulping sobs, that she muffled with the pillow beneath her. How could she be so weak? She asked herself grimly. Eugene, that rat bastard, had broken her spirit. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it back from what he’d done to her. She’d thought she was getting better until tonight. When Tiny had told her that he was leaving, the panic that swallowed her at those words told her she was still broken. She should be stronger than this by now. Still sobbing she didn’t hear the door to the room open, and when hard arms slipped around her from behind she almost screamed.

  “Hush darlin’, it’ll be all right, I promise.” Tiny crooned pulling her against his hard body.

  Racheal wanted to scream at him to go away, but he was already shifting her onto his shoulder, arranging her so she was cushioned by his chest. He wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back and making shushing sounds. She gave in, sobbing harder her tears wetting his skin. Tiny always seemed to know what she needed even before she did, and she knew as she lay in his arms that she’d needed this. She’d needed him to hold her. Pressing her face into his warm chest feeling his lips brush the top of her head, she knew that she was safe with him.

  Tiny kissed the top of Racheal’s head again. Wanting to rage at the world for having to leave her in the morning. It almost killed him that he couldn’t stay with her. Rubbing up and down her back his dick aching, even with her crying like a baby in his arms he wanted her, but he just held her allowing her to cry it out. It was what she needed, and what he wanted didn’t signify, all that mattered was Racheal.

  He’d known that something was wrong when she went to bed early. He’d waited a bit, finished cleaning his gun knowing she would take a shower before bed. He’d walked down the hall when he finished, waiting outside the door listening. Hearing her crying he hadn’t been able to let her muffled sobs continue. Everything inside him refused to allow him to stand in that hallway outside his bedroom hearing her tears for a single second lo
nger than he had. He wanted to tell her he’d stay, but he wasn’t able to do that. Not when him staying could endanger her and the club.

  Tiny sighed, still running his hands up and down her back. She was slowing down finally, thank god. He wasn’t sure how much more of her pain he could stand without going nuts. He already wanted to revive her husband to torture him for hours and hours. What he’d done to the woman Tiny already considered his needed to be punished. Harshly!

  Racheal wanted to sink into Tiny and never come out again. Then she wouldn’t have to face the world outside ever again. This need for Tiny made her feel weak. She should be able to let what had happened to her go by now. She needed to find a way back to the strong independent woman she’d been before she’d married Eugene.

  The weak broken creature she’d become made her want to rage against the world. Her tears slowed, as she rubbed her face on Tiny’s shoulder wiping her tears on his soft t-shirt. She could feel his hands rubbing up and down her back soothing her. Sitting up, she met his eyes with her puffy ones. Knowing her nose was probably red, but unafraid of him seeing her this way.

  “Promise me, you’ll come back.” She demanded her blue eyes full of need. She needed to hear him promise he’d be back. Even knowing that she was asking him to make a promise he might be unable to keep, she still demanded he give it to her. Her blonde hair hanging limply around her shoulders, she watched him. Tiny looked back at her with a determination she envied.

  “I will be back, Racheal! There isn’t anyone or anything on this earth that will keep me from coming back for you, darlin’.” Tiny’s fierce declaration caused her heart to pick up and she almost cried with relief at the assurance. His hands reached up cupping her face, and she watched as his lips came towards hers.

  She leaned forward meeting him half way; her lips tingling were they met his. Tiny lazily explored her mouth, his tongue fencing with hers in a slow rhythm. His hands still holding her face, his gentleness made her ache.

  Tiny wanted to devour her with passion, but this kiss was more of a gentle promise to her that he wasn’t leaving her by choice, than a release of his sexual tension.

  As his lazy strokes finally came to a gentle stop, she moaned pulling back staring down at him from where she perched on his chest. Tiny ran his hand gently down her face, his dick throbbing fiercely. She was beautiful even though her eyes were puffy, her hair was wild, and her nose was red to him even looking like this she was so beautiful that he ached with his need for her. Burying his hand in her hair tugging a bit to get her attention, when her gaze wondered down his chest, he met her eyes with his own.

  “Go to sleep, babe.” Tiny whispered settling her on him so they could get some rest, already dreading the morning and the pain it would bring.

  Chapter 4

  Tiny entered the club with a grim expression surveying the room. It was dark and slow sensual music was playing; as a woman on stage danced around the pole leaning over to expose her ass to the men watching. Tiny barely noticed the woman’s offering, scanning the room looking for Icky, a Black Panthers MC rider, in the dimly lit interior. Walking towards the bar he saw Betty Page a sweetbutt who hung around with the Panthers sitting at the bar. Tiny walked up to the stool she sat on. Betty turned looking him up and down with appreciation. Smiling at him with desire shining in her eyes, she said in a sultry voice.

  “Ummm…look what the cat dragged in. Sugar, you get finer every time I see you.” Tiny grinned, he and Betty, a striper, had a brief fling a few years back. Betty slid off the stool coming towards him. She slid her arms around his neck, but he pulled back quickly.

  A puzzled expression came over her face when she wasn’t greeted with the customary kiss. “Ah, you’re here on business.” Betty said looking at him intently.

  “Yep.”

  “You have time after that business to have a go in the back for old times’ sake? I could really use a few orgasms and you're always good for at least three.” Betty said her hands petting his t-shirt covered chest, beneath his cut.

  “Sorry, got a girl now.” Tiny crossed his arms after he’d gently removed her petting hands.

  “Damned shame, that,” Betty tossed her red hair, pursing her red lips. “Hope she knows how lucky she is.”

  “She doesn’t yet, but she will.” Tiny replied

  Laughing loudly and wiggling her hips in an enticing manner she stepped back a bit. “You sure, she’d never know?”

  “I’d know.” He said meeting her eyes with his own serious gaze. “Where’s Icky?”

  “He’s in the back with one of the new strippers getting a lap dance.”

  Betty rested her hand on slight hip, watching him. She was still trying to entice him by pressing her chest out. Her tight top was so transparent he could almost see her nipples. She turned, motioning for him to follow her, when he didn’t respond to her display.

  Tiny fell into step behind her, smirking a bit when he noticed that she shook her ass more than was necessary as she walked in front of him. If it had been four months ago he would have already had her bent over in the back somewhere pounding into her from behind from the enticing display. Yep, still an ass man he thought and Betty knew it. Not that he was tempted. He really couldn’t think of earning Racheal’s trust only to betray her that way. Even if she never found out, he’d still feel guilty.

  Betty led him to a room in the back knocking once; they heard a gruff male voice whine. “Fuck…ya that’s it, baby. Ugg…we’re fucking busy in here.”

  “It’s Tiny, Icky. It can’t wait.” Betty called through the door.

  “Fuck…umm…let him in.” Icky moaned. Betty sighed, opening the door motioning for Tiny to go in. What he saw when he entered didn’t surprise him. The stripper, Icky was fucking tits were swaying, as he pounded her from behind.

  “Harder…h-harder.” She panted as he pumped her. Icky looked at him were he stood by the door. Hearing the sounds of flesh meeting flesh Tiny watched them without much interest.

  “Almost finished, umm…that’s it tighten up like that again.” He smacked her ass lightly. “Fuck, she likes being watched. Her little cunts squeezing me so fucking tight.” Icky said as Tiny waited hoping that these two didn’t take long. The woman had some nice tits though, he wondered if Racheal’s nipples were as big.

  “Can we hurry this up? I didn’t come for a show.” Tiny asked bored.

  “Damn, oh fuck.” Icky was really going at her now the sounds of their flesh smacking together increased, making him want to wait in the hall.

  “Ahh…yeah…yeah…ahh.” The woman moaned as, Icky let out a loud shout before finally coming to a stop. He slowly pulled free of the woman who stood up with a slight pleasured moan tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.

  “Thanks for that, baby.” Icky said pulling his pants up and zipping them. Then he pulled out some credits handing them to the stripper who grabbed them greedily, and gathered her thong and titty tassels off the bench beside them.

  “That was my pleasure, Icky. You always make me come so hard.” She smiled, as Icky smacked her ass again his hands running up and down her back as he kissed her. Turning to leave she smiled at Tiny. “Sure you don’t want a go before I leave?”

  “Nope.” Tiny clipped out still standing by the door, opening it for her as she walked towards it.

  “Too bad.” She muttered in a sultry voice as she left the room. Not even bothering to put her clothes back on as she sauntered away. Tiny shut the door behind her turning to look at Icky.

  “Damn, I gotta have someone in here more often when I fuck that one. She clamped down on my meat so hard when you came in. Thanks for that.” Icky took out a cigarette offering him one. Tiny shook his head, watching as he shrugged pushing them back into his pocket.

  Icky sat down on the bench behind the table that had a pole in the middle for the dancers to use for their show, before climbing on the couch with whatever yahoo paid them enough. Icky lit the cigarette taking a puff before saying.
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br />   “What can I do for you, Tiny?”

  “I need information.” Tiny leaned on the wall not wanting to sit on the seat where he was sure regular deposits were made by randy men. “The Jackal’s have been recruiting in Raider territory. Wanted to know if you’d seen anything we need to know about?”

  “Fuck, those assholes were responsible for blowing up Tops three years ago. I hate those fuckers. That was my favorite titty bar. There was this hot little piece that I used to slide the meat to that worked the pole there. She had the biggest tits I’ve ever seen. She was fucking hot. Died, with two of yours, and six other girls that night.” Icky frowned, looking at Tiny were he leaned against the wall.

  “They haven’t been active in our area. I can put you in touch with Little John over in Kipsie. He may have had some trouble, they’ve lost about fifteen guys in the last month.”

  Tiny nodded, Kipsie was close to Raider territory it made since that they’d had some trouble. “Yeah, give me his info then let him know I’ll be on my way.”

  Twenty minutes later, Tiny was leaving the strip bar on his bike for the room he’d rented at one of the few motels that were still open for business. He wanted to get there so he could call and check on Racheal. It had been four days since he’d left, and every night he called her to check on her.

  She always told him she was fine when he spoke with her, but the exhaustion in her voice worried him. He knew that if she was sleeping, it wasn’t much. He pulled up to the motel getting off his bike heading to room sixteen where he was staying for the night.

  He took a shower before lying down on the bed taking out his phone. He dialed Racheal waiting with baited breath until she answered.

  “Hello, Tiny.” She answered, knowing that he always called her around this time each night.