Bloodlines: Sin City Outlaws (Book #5)

by Forgy, M. N.

  Simone

  Vegas lights shine through the back window, waking me from my sleep. This dress is so uncomfortable my back is soaked in sweat. I can’t wait to get it off. Sitting upright, I pull at the suffocating fabric for some relief.

  The Sin Casino comes into sight, and I nearly start crying, the uncomfortable dress forgotten. I’m going to see Catori in a matter of minutes. Raven sits upright in the front seat, glances in the back seat with tired eyes and smiles. Her black hair is a mess, and she has bags under her eyes.

  “You excited to see, Catori?”

  “God, yes!” The words fall out as if I’m saying a prayer.

  Machete pulls in the back lot of the casino, and I don’t even wait for the truck to stop before I’m jumping out and running into the casino. Adrenaline rushes through me, my heart racing like I’m on drugs. I need to see Catori now. I need to know she’s safe, feel her against my skin, and hear her cries.

  “Simone!” Mac’s voice has me stop near the blackjack table, and I wait, letting him catch up.

  He grasps my elbow and pulls me in the opposite direction.

  “This way!” He escorts me to a black elevator to the side, men in leather cuts guarding it. It’s a private elevator that will take us straight to the room.

  Stepping inside, he presses the button to the top floor and locks his fingers with mine as we descend upward. His fingers interlock with mine perfectly, both of our palms sweaty. The song “Rockabye Baby” by Clean Bandit plays through the speakers.

  My heart is drumming in my chest so fast I can’t catch my breath, my tongue dry and feeling like sandpaper in my mouth.

  The doors finally open, and I hurry into the hall finding Bishop with a gun pointed at us. His surfer looking hair swept in front of his determined eyes as he aims at us. But I don’t stop in my pursuit. He’s going to have to shoot me to keep me from entering that room and getting my baby.

  “I got it from here,” Mac tells him, and he drops his gun, taking a step back.

  “Just want to be safe,” Bishop whispers, and Mac gives him a brotherly pat on the shoulder.

  Mac pulls his key out and unlocks the door. Pushing it open with both hands, tears fall down my face, my bottom lip trembling with the adrenaline rushing through me as I step inside.

  The familiar smell of the suite greets me as Alessandra, Felix’s ol’ lady, rocks Catori in the main room. Her ol’ lady leather cut greeting me, and her dark hair in a messy ponytail spilling around her face.

  With a smile, she whispers to Catori. “Look who’s home!”

  My arms out wide, I strut to her. Alessandra gently gives me my baby, and I press Catori into me closely. I can finally breathe, and I inhale the smell of her baby soap. The feel of her soft skin and the sound of her little snore when she sleeps has me crying.

  God, how can you love something so much, so hard. It’s not fair. It’s blissful as it is hurtful.

  My knees giving out, I slip to the floor with Catori tightly in my grasp.

  “I’ll never leave you again. I swear.” I sob into the top of her black hair. Regret for leaving her floods my body. Regardless if I was saving her, it hurt so bad to leave her behind.

  “Thanks for watching her, Alessandra.” Mac sits on the couch, watching me and Catori reunite.

  “Absolutely, she was amazing.” Alessandra’s voice cracks with exhaustion.

  Running the pad of my finger over Catori’s chubby little cheek, I pray to the gods, thanking them all for bringing me back where I belong. I don’t deserve happiness, but I’m so thankful for it, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to everyone around me.

  “I’m going to go, catch a ride home with Felix,” Alessandra informs.

  “I’ll walk you down,” Bishop states, standing in the doorway with a weapon in his hand. He seems more at peace with a gun than a textbook.

  Sniffling, I look up at her with swollen eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” I tell her, trying to pull myself together. She winks, tears in her own eyes from our homecoming.

  Lips pressed into a thin line, I rest my head on Catori’s. I love being a part of an actual family who has each other’s back. I will forever owe them for this and look forward to the day I can repay my debt.

  Looking down at Catori, she never wakes. She’s out solid. God, she’s so beautiful. Lacing my finger around hers, our matching toffee skin, I feel our heart beat as one. We sit like that tangled up on the floor for at least an hour. My incision hurts, and this dress is killing me, but I don’t want to move. For I’m afraid if I do I’ll wake and this will all be a dream.

  The jar of butterflies I let go won’t be free, but dead.

  “Let’s go lay her down.” Mac rubs my back and my head snaps in his direction.

  “I can’t put her down,” I whisper.

  “Let’s put her in our bed then, I don’t want to be away from either of you.” He stands, holding his hand out to me. Looking down at Catori, rocking her, I think about it.

  Raven enters the suite, dressed in all black with a rifle in her right hand. My eyes bulge at the sight of her. I swear she’s G.I. Jane’s sister.

  “I’m keeping guard, mind if I grab the couch?” She juts her chin to where Mac was sitting. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t form the words. This woman hardly knows me and yet is going out of her way to protect my family.

  “Not at all,” I wave toward the cushions.

  Glancing down at Catori, her hopefully dreaming of lambs and kittens makes me agree to lay her down somewhere where she’s more comfortable. I’m exhausted myself. I might have slept a lot the last few days, but without Catori next to me, it’s as if I haven’t really slept at all.

  “Let’s go lay down,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

  “Yes, go lay down. I got this!” Raven insists, plopping down on the couch with more weapons than I’ve seen on one woman.

  Inside the bedroom, it’s just like I left it. The sheets a tangled mess from me and Mac trying to sleep.

  I lay Catori down in the middle of the bed and step out of the uncomfortable dress, I grab a shirt from Mac’s closet and slip it on. The smell of it making me bring it to my nose and inhale. I’m home.

  Climbing in on my side of the bed, I keep my hand on Catori’s chest. I’m too scared to close my eyes for I fear I might blink and she’ll be gone. My eyes are glued to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she sleeps. Mac is on the other side of her, his arm thrown across us both, staring at me closely.

  “I love you,” I whisper. He shakes with a silent laugh, glancing at Catori before me again.

  “I love you too.” His brows furrow, and I frown.

  “What?”

  “It’s just… It’s weird to say. I’ve never said it to anyone. Ever.”

  Swallowing the tears that threaten to spill, I grab his hand and lay it on my arm. How did I fuck everything up, only to have it all fall into place perfectly?

  This man loves a child that’s not even his own blood and it goes to show that bloodlines don’t mean a damn thing. It reminds me of what Mac said about life handing you a deck of cards, I thought he was crazy. But, he’s right. It doesn’t matter which cards come from what deck. You can still play the game with them.

  Life gives us blessings disguised as accidents but the truth of it is… it’s those accidents that lead the pathway to something bigger.

  You just have to hold your breath and hold on for the ride.

  34

  6 Weeks Later

  Simone

  Laying Catori down in her crib with her yellow binkie stuck in her mouth, Mac steps up behind me, his hands on each of my hips. Soft seductive little kisses tickle the back of my neck, his lips skimming every inch of my skin. I draw in a quick breath, for some reason I’m nervous. This is the first time having sex with him without being pregnant. Will it feel the same? Will he still find me attractive?

  Turning where I stand, the look in his eyes make the self-conscious whisper
s fade. His eyes are determined, hooded and intoxicating. Gripping me by the thighs, he picks me up, and takes me into our room. Plopping me down on our bed, my legs and arms spring about everywhere. Within seconds, he’s on top of me, my bent knees allowing him in between, my fingers on his strong bare shoulders. His hot sticky breath warms my skin, the swell of his cock pressing against me. A familiar shiver bumps up my back with excitement and need.

  “I’ve been waiting for you, Pocahontas,” he whispers against my cheek, his face against mine. I can’t respond, I’m so worked up I’m already breathing hard.

  Slipping a hand up my shirt, he fists my tit and nips at my collarbone. His sharp teeth making my head loll back into the mattress. He’s in the zone, desire fueling his next move before he knows what it is.

  “Are you wet?” His throaty voice does me in, and I begin to pull at his low-slung jeans.

  Sitting back on his knees, his smoldering eyes watch my fingers unbutton, and unzip his jeans.

  Shimmying them down, I’m surprised he’s not wearing boxers, his veiny cock falling out. I grab it, fisting it just under the head. A little bead of pre-cum presents itself and I rub my thumb over the velvety skin, my finger moving across the slit of his head and barbell in a circular motion.

  Groans roll up his chest, and it soaks my panties. He’s so fucking hot, rugged, and smooth at the same time. Rolling his head, he enjoys me playing with his length.

  I flick the head with my tongue, and the barbell bobs from me swiping at it. My mouth still on his cock, I lift my arms and scratch my nails up his abs and the little bit of chest hair before I drag them back down. He hisses, trails of red in the wake of my nails.

  “Holy hell, woman. You’re going to make me blow my load all over your face.” Grabbing a hand full of my hair, and stares down at me. “I fully intend on blowing that cunt out tonight, so stop,” he exhales, his dirty talking has me biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

  He presses against my chest, making me fall back.

  Lowering himself between my legs, each of his hands tug at my sweatpants. Goosebumps race down my thighs, and my toes curl into themselves as he pulls them off my ankles and onto the floor.

  His head dives between my thighs, his hand slowly tickling its way down the soft skin. Using one finger, he sweeps my panties to the side not bothering to take them off. My legs are spread wide, and I can’t see his face to tell what he might be thinking. I shift, uncomfortable in this position. Warm, amazing pressure swirls around my clit. My body arches and my eyes roll into my head. It feels so good and wrong at the same time. His tongue flicks and swirls at various speeds, he sucks gently and then hard.

  “Yeah, you like that?” he groans against my wetness. He’s so arrogant, and yet I find it so sexy. I squeak in response and lick my bottom lip as I enjoy every second of his hot mouth on my pussy.

  Two fingers slip into my dripping sex, and my body feels like an egg that’s been cracked and whipped into a concoction. I can’t move, so many things are happening at the same time. A wave of pleasure sparks through my pussy, causing me to yell out, grab at my hair, and stiffen at the same time.

  My sex becomes sensitive instantly after coming, and I jerk my hips away from Mac’s swollen lips.

  Lifting his head, his intense, smoldering forest eyes hold mine. I’m breathless and languid. Completely vulnerable in this position as I’m spread out before him. A bright blush heats my skin as I stare back at him.

  “I’ve never done that before,” he admits licking his swollen lips.

  Sitting up on my elbows, I eye him suspiciously.

  “Bull! No way someone that good, has never done this before.”

  “I’ll take the compliment, but porn is the true hero here,” he chuckles. “You’re dangerous, Simone. Your magnetism holds no bounds to what I want to do to you,” he continues.

  I fall back onto the bed, and a blush spreads across my cheeks knowing I was Mac’s first at something so intimate.

  I can’t help but feel special having something to hold over all the women he’s been with.

  “Ready for another round, Pocahontas?” Lifting my head, I gaze at him. He’s on his knees in between my legs, pumping his dick with his hand. My mouth parts, unsure if I can handle another exhausting orgasm. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice changes to something rough and possessive. I love it. Fisting my maroon laced panties, he rips them. The elastic the last thing to go as it snaps against my thigh, leaving a slight sting to my skin.

  Before I can complain about his roughness, he’s pushing inside of me burying himself to the hilt. His head stretches me, his cock filling me. He feels so different now that I’m not pregnant. It hurts and fills me with so much pleasure at the same time.

  “Take your shirt off.” He juts his chin at me, slowly pumping into me.

  Lifting my back off the bed, I pull my top over my head, my heavy breasts falling free.

  Leaning down his hot mouth envelops my nipple, his tongue licking its way up to my mouth.

  He kisses me deeply, his hand replacing where his mouth was seconds ago.

  Fondling my tit, he swirls his hips, his cock hitting me just right. Damn, I missed him, us, being connected.

  “I could look at you like this all night,” he mutters, staring down at my flushed naked body.

  Pulling out, a coldness rushes over my nipples making them hard as glass. He slaps my ass. “Flip over!” he demands. Quickly, I’m flipping over onto my chest and he spreads my ass cheeks. I tense.

  “Not there, not yet!” I glance over my shoulder. A boyish grin tugs at his bee-stung lips, his eyes entertained by my inexperience.

  “We got all the time in the world, I’ll take it slow… for now.” Hand at the base of his cock, he’s pushing back inside of me, and I relax knowing I’m not getting it up the ass. Yet.

  His arm wraps around my front and gripping my chin. Stretching my neck to an uncomfortable position, he fucks me hard.

  “You’re mine, Pocahontas, I will fuck every inch of this gorgeous body, and then do it again just because you want me to,” he breathes into the back of my head. I moan, his dirty fucking mouth making me wetter. He lets go of my face and suddenly pressure pushes into the bud of my ass. I tense, but I can’t stop as everything he’s doing feels so damn good. His sweaty hips pound into my ass cheeks as a finger slips inside. I can feel the jiggle of my breasts and hips every time we make contact, but it feels so good I can’t make myself care enough what I look like.

  “Fuck you look good with my cock inside of you and my thumb up your ass.”

  I whimper, moan, and take in every thrust he gives me.

  His cock slides in and out, in and out, slowly building me to a point of breaking into a million little pieces. Like a comet hitting the atmosphere.

  I fall face first into the bed, my hips in the air. With his hand in my hair, my legs open up even wider for him as I continue to combust. My eyes clench as little spasms swim through my entire pelvis.

  “Right there!” he grunts, driving hard into me three more times. Warmth fills me, and it arouses me even more feeling him drip out of me with every thrust. Pulling himself from me, he falls on top of me, our bodies sticking from the sweat, we try and catch our breath.

  Rolling to his side, he fists me by the hips, pulling me into the crook of his body. I’m hot, but too exhausted and worn out to move. I’ve never had sex like that before. My body is spent, and it can’t even lift itself to use the bathroom to clean up.

  “For a classy chick, you sure like dirty shit in the sack, babe.” He chuckles behind me. I open my mouth to disagree, but my first time was a threesome and I did like his finger in my ass. So I close my mouth and cuddle closer to him.

  * * *

  A knock on the door has me stirring awake, and Mac gets up to answer it. I smile, he’s only wearing his boxers, his tattooed back displaying his club’s colors sexily. Turning my head to face the wall, I close my eyes to fall back asleep. My body sor
e in all the right places.

  Voices sound from the other room, and I find it hard to go back to sleep. Hushed tones has me sitting upright in the bed.

  “Who is it?” I grumble, but instead of Mac responding, he walks back into the room with an ashen look on his face and grabs his jeans from the dresser. My heart sinks, goosebumps racing across my arms.

  “You need to come out here.” He rubs his chin anxiously.

  Grabbing a shirt from the dresser, and some gym shorts, I finger my hair and step outside the bedroom.

  Zeek turns, and my mother stands in the kitchen looking everything over. Her dark hair braided down her back and a gold headpiece dangles from her forehead, matching her red and gold gown.

  “Mother?” The word wavers as I take in what’s happening. My mother is standing here in the suite with us. Where has she been? She turns, a slight smile tugging at her pink lips.

  “Simone.”

  “H-how did you find me? Where were you?” My mind races with questions that have been in the back of my head since the day I ran. I never thought she’d find me. I thought about trying to find her but wasn’t sure if she was running from something bigger than Veer.