by M. N. Forgy
Her skin instantly beads with sweat, and my dick grows in my jeans.
“Yes, please let me be the one to suck your cock tonight.” Her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“How about we see how many licks it takes to get to your center.”
Her eyes widen, the vein in her neck pulsing rapidly.
Resting my elbow on the door behind her, I forcefully fist her left hip. My chest pressing her against the door, blocking her from trying to dismiss me.
“We done throwing a tantrum, baby?”
She looks up at me with fire in her eyes, her lips parting in the sexiest way possible. Taking my arm off the door, I grip the nape of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. She’s a pain in my ass, but my life would be boring as fuck without her.
“I’ll never be done when it comes to us,” she declares. Her fighting for me, it does something to me. A feeling in my chest I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.
Someone loving me… it’s a feeling I’ll never understand.
She exhales a breath through her nose, leaning into me for more as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. The taste of her sweetness filling my mouth almost enough to take over the lingering taste of Bud Light.
Running my hands down her sexy as fuck curves, I grip her ass so hard my fingers dig into her cheeks. She’s been working hard at getting her body back after having the twins, but I appreciate the extra curves around her ass. They’re fucking sexy as hell. Especially when I have something I can grab on to and fuck her into the mattress. Running my nose along the softness of her neck I breathe her in.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand.
“You know I am,” she whispers. I throw her on the bed roughly, her eyes wide as saucers from my reckless demeanor.
Gripping her hands, I shove them above her head with my left hand and run my other hand up her soft stomach.
“Tell me, you’re mine. I need to hear these words every night,” I inform her. My hands caressing her curves, admiring every inch.
“I’m yours,” she murmurs in a soft voice.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her. My eyes hooded, and smirk wolfish.
The little hairs next to her navel standing on end from my touch alone. Using my nose, I run it along the hem of her jeans, and her stomach trembles.
I nip at her butter soft skin, and she bends at the knees, her body coiling around me.
Letting her hands go, she reaches for my head and I duck just in time.
“Put your hands back up there. Now,” I demand huskily. She instantly throws her hands above her head without question.
Using both my hands I unbutton her jeans and shimmy them down her creamy thighs, and off her feet. Her toenails painted a vixen red. Looking back up, her cute as fuck little boy shorts printed with little snowflakes makes me smile.
“Someone is in the holiday spirit,” I rasp.
“Mmm,” she moans, fidgeting her ass on the mattress. Jesus, I want her to do that again, but on my cock. But not right now. I’m going to show her that the only girl that matters in this club, is her. Hooking my index finger under the left leg of the material I jerk her panties to the side. Her pink pussy practically calling my fucking name with the way it drips for me. I flick her clit with my tongue, first slowly, then quickly… until her legs start to tremble. Her hands tug at my hair as I devour her. Her drippings filling my mouth, and her body convulsing beneath me. My cock hurts it’s so hard. Colorful wrapping laying on the bed beside her catches my eyes. Various boxes of candy canes. Reaching for one, I snap it with my thumb and index finger. Using my teeth, I pull the rest of the clear wrapper off and press it to her lips. She looks at me with confused eyes.
“It’s not going to suck itself,” I raise a brow. Her eyes dazed, she licks the side of the candy cane. Her pink wet tongue fucking sexy as it swirls around the red and white candy. The tip of my cock sticks to my underwear from the pre-cum dripping with excitement.
A naughty smirk tugs at my lips on my face, I pull the candy away from her and rub it against her swollen clit.
“Oh God, what are you doing?” She sits up to inspect, and I shove her back down.
“I’m going to eat your peppermint pussy until your toes curl, and your body unravels for me, baby.”
“Fuck, yes. Do it,” she whispers. Her body relaxing and opening up for me. I love how she’s not afraid of what the peppermint will do, she’s ready for a little pain and pleasure.
Enveloping her cunt, the taste of musk and peppermint crash into my mouth like a sinful sea. It tastes so fucking good I can’t help but lick and suck it as if it were its own delicacy.
She moans and cries. Her legs wrapping around my head as her hips press against my face for more friction. Using a free hand, I dart my fingers up her shirt and pinch her erect nipple hard. Twisting it, and flicking it. Her jaw clenches, her eyes closed as I work her into a climax.
Just as she’s about to come, I pull my mouth off her and rub the candy cane along her mouth.
“Please, don’t stop,” she huffs, her words so muffled I can barely understand her.
“I want you to suck this while I suck you,” I demand, handing her the broken candy cane.
She nods, shoving it in her mouth like a kid at a candy store. My dick pulses watching her suck the life out of that thing. The taste of herself filling her mouth.
I can’t help the image of her and another chick fucking playing in my head.
Lowering my head, I blow a cool breath on her pussy, and she shivers in reaction. Flicking my tongue over her sensitive skin, I insert a finger into her heat and crook it, hitting her G-spot just right.
She nearly gags on the candy cane, as I lick and finger fuck her to oblivion. Her body tight, and stiff as she comes in my mouth. I kiss and suck every drop of wetness she has to offer. Exposing every little bit of her soul that she tries to hide. Her heart thrumming so hard in her body, I can feel it pulse in her pussy against my lips
Giving a chaste kiss to her red, irritated clit, I pull away from her. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes hooded with lust.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she pants.
A knock on the door has her groan in irritation.
“What?” I snap.
The door slowly opens, and I cover Jillian with my body.
Mac struts in, his eyes avoiding looking at me and Jillian.
“We got a problem, man,” Mac informs, looking at the floor. It has to do with the shipment I bet. We are supposed to deliver three crates of drugs to the Chinese tomorrow, and I’m having trouble finding a clear path. The fucker won’t let us deliver after the holidays either. He’s being a pain in my ass.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I state.
When the door shuts, I snatch the candy cane from Jillian and stick it in my mouth.
“I got shit to do, babe. See you tonight?”
She sits up on her elbows. “Yeah sure. Everything okay?”
Lifting up off the bed I turn toward the door. My cock throbbing so hard I might take out the fucking door with it.
“I’ll figure it out. I always do.”
2
Jillian
Pulling myself together, I step into the bathroom and throw some cold water on my face. My body is flushed and sweaty after Zeek just made me combust on his face. That man can do magical things with his tongue. It’s more than just what he gives me with his body though. It’s the pieces of his heart and soul I know I’m getting every time we intertwine as one that does me in. I get to see his soft spots and his hard ones.
I get to see and feel what nobody else does.
Heading out of the bathroom, I grab the other piece of the candy cane laying on the bed and stick it in my mouth. The smell of peppermint causing my cheeks to heat with images of me and Zeek moments ago. My mouth feels clean but dirty all at the same time. I’ll never look at these damn candies the same again. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I turn around and run face to face with Dolly.
She’s been in every brother’s bed, and wants to be Zeek’s main chick so bad, she’ll stop at nothing.
She looks at me with knowing eyes, and I can’t help the pride spreading across my face as I lick the candy cane. She would do anything to be the girl on that bed being eaten out by Zeek, but I was the lucky girl. I will always be that girl.
“Have fun?” she asks sarcastically.
“Mmhmm,” I nod, nipping the candy. “Zeek really has the holiday spirit,” I wink, striding past.
She grips my arm, and my teeth clash into the candy cane with anger.
“How long do you think Zeek is going to play house with you, Jillian? You wear a badge for Christ’s sake.”
Pulling my arm from the grip of her press-ons, I shove her against the wall. Her head ricochets at the same time her eyes bug out.
“Don’t ever put your hands on me.” Shoving the candy stick into my cheek, I glare at Dolly. “I thought you learned your lesson the last time you tried to grow some lady balls, but obviously you need a reminder.” I raise a brow, my hand curling in on itself to form one hard fist.
Her mouth opens, and I shove her against the wall again, shutting her up.
Leaning into her space, the smell of cheap perfume has me sucking on the candy in my mouth a little harder.
“The question is, how long do you think Zeek will keep you around the club when he hears you put your trashy palms on me again?” I antagonize. This grabs her attention, I can tell by the sound of the hiccup catching in her throat. I know this club is all Dolly has, and the only reason she’s still here is because I haven’t been the bitch fiancé and made Zeek kick her out.
I can handle the challenge that Dolly brings.
“Everything okay, ladies?” Mac asks, beer in his hand.
Dolly pulls her eyes from mine and glances at Mac.
“Fine, just having a little lady chat is all.” She shoves her shoulder into me and walks away.
I suck on the candy, shaking my head. The nerve of that ho.
“You good?” Mac points at me, his eyes curious.
“I’m going to kill that bitch one day.” I inhale a large breath, my lips pressed into a tight line.
“Going to have to get your hands dirty for that one, Rookie,” he states seriously, before heading back to the party.
Swallowing the fire in my throat, my fingernails dig into my palms with pure anger.
Does everyone here think I’m a goody fucking two shoes? I mean, I bleed blue, but I’ve created a new line. One made of outlaw and enforcement. It’s a darker blue, with a sharp edge.
Stepping into the kitchen, I find Alessandra, my best friend downing a bottle of Jack. Her brown hair is a mess of curls, and her makeup is smeared down her cheeks from sweating. The way she dances, she could lose three hundred calories easily. She’s a hot mess, but looks gorgeous in that red dress and matching heels. Her leather cut claiming her an ol’ lady makes her look like the devil’s advocate. Makes me want something claiming me as Zeek’s. My chest swells thinking about me showing off to the world that I am the woman of the notorious Zeek Deluca.
Using my fist, I rub at the ache coiling around in my chest. Jealousy.
“Whoa, do you plan on waking up tomorrow?” I reach for the bottle, but she jerks it away from me.
“It’s a party, who do you think you are… the police?” she slurs.
I pop my hand on my hip. “Really?”
She giggles, and sets the bottle on the counter.
“Where are the boys?” I look around wondering where Alessandra’s man, Felix is.
“Oh, Zeek is trying to move some product, but the road he usually takes is closed down for construction, and he just got word that the path he was going to take is having random DUI checks tonight and tomorrow.” She spills too much club detail, I know Felix had to have told her this in confidence. My brows furrow with this information.
“What road?” I hope she knows and tells me in her drunken state.
“South Road A.” She nods a little too hard, her finger pointing at me and nearly taking an eye out.
Biting my lip, I think about that for a minute. It’s my job to keep the streets clean, but Zeek is my fiancé and if I did this for him, for the club, maybe everyone would see that just because I wear a badge, it doesn’t mean I can’t get my hands dirty for my man. If I want to.
“I heard,” Alessandra leans in a sloppy whisper, “if he doesn’t get it delivered, the Chinese will retaliate.”
I step back, the smell of mixed liquor pouring from her mouth nearly making me drunk.
Suddenly the kitchen doors slam open, and Machete and Raven come stumbling in. Machete has on red Santa boxers and Raven is in his arms tied up with Christmas lights.
“Do you have any whipped cream?” Machete asks with the most serious face, that all I can do is slow blink. My mind trying to play out what the hell I’m seeing in front of me.
“No, Dolly used the last of it on Mac,” Alessandra points back to the main area of the club. Machete growls and turns around. Raven mumbling something behind the duct tape over her mouth.
“Wow, this place really puts the Clark County Sheriff’s Department Christmas party to shame,” I mumble.
“Uh, what a lame boat.” Alessandra points her finger to her open mouth as if she’d rather puke than attend a work party. I was going to go to ours, but with everyone asking me about Zeek so much lately, I felt it was better not to go.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I slam the top down on the counter. “I gotta check on the twins,” I lie. “Go easy on that Jack,” I tell Alessandra. I give it twenty minutes and she’ll be in the bathroom puking, and crying about how canceling the show Friends changed her life.
Heading towards the back of the club, I dial Chewie’s number. My heart pumping so hard my mouth goes dry.
“Hello?”
I swish the sour taste of beer around in my mouth, double thinking about what I’m about to ask.
“Hello? Jillian?”
“Chewie?” The words come out with so much force behind them I barely recognize my own voice.
I look behind me, stepping away from the clubhouse.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“I um, I need a favor.”
“Um, what kind of favor?” he hesitantly asks, the sound of chips in his mouth muffling his words.
“Something… off the books. Dirty. You in?”
Zeek
Sitting at the table, my boys look at me with expectant eyes. I just informed them we have to make the run tonight. This is an old client my father used to have and feeling nostalgic I accepted the deal like a fucking idiot. The Chinese wants his goods now, or he’s taking it as us fucking him over. The road we are going to take is being patrolled by state patrol, ones that are not in our pocket so I’m hoping going by night, the shadows will hide our sins and secrets.
“Man, this fucking sucks. We should be out there partying—”
“Club comes first, and you know it,” I interrupt Mac.
“We are moving the shit tonight, and hope like fuck we don’t get stopped.”
“Is anyone even sober?” Felix looks around the table. We’ve all been drinking and smoking for hours.
“We just need to move the one box van, and we’ll have two motorcycles follow as escort to the warehouse,” I tell them what I’ve planned out.
“I’ll drive the box van,” I volunteer, clearly more sober than any of them.
“I’ll drive my bike.” Mac sounds like a teenager that just got pulled away from his high school party.
“I’ll be the other escort, and you can get Machete to ride bitch with you,” Felix suggests.
“Sounds good, just stay a few car lengths back. Maybe they will keep their eyes on you two instead of the van.” I thrum my fingers on the tabletop.
“Don’t worry, if they pull you over…” Mac pulls his gun out and places it on the table in front of him.
“We will make sure they work for it.”
“Yeah, you won’t be missing your kids’ first Christmas, brother,” Felix nods.
My chest swells with their dedication, but I don’t let my pussy feelings show. I just give a curt nod in reply.
“Well, let’s do it and fucking hope everything goes smoothly.” I slam the gavel down and pray I didn’t just send my boys into a trap.
Smoking a cigarette, I wait while Mac and Felix load the back of the van with the illegal merchandise. The truck rocking back and forth as they cuss at each other to watch where they’re walking.