“Diesel rode off with a bullet in his chest,” I say, frowning, “and I don’t know what kind of damage it did. Don’t know if the bastard even has a heart to hit. But the boys are cleaning up outside.”
As I speak, I hear the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance to the mineshaft. Both of us turn to look, and my hand grips my gun tightly...before Big Daddy appears, a grin on his face as he twirls his bat around.
“Any foul balls wander down here by chance?” he asks with a wink, and we grin as we step out to the battlefield with him.
What I walk out to is more serious than most of the biker conflicts I’ve been through in my time on the roads. Bikes and bodies litter the ghost town, with what looks like nearly all of Diesel’s men devastated, and a few losses on our own side.
Bones, Breaker, and the three of us close in around Tank’s body as the other members start to clean up the scene. We look down grimly at the fallen man, and I feel my heart sinking as I step forward to stoop down in front of him while Bones does the same from behind, inspecting his wound.
“So goddamn close,” Breaker says bitterly. “If just one fucking snitch could have kept his mouth shut…”
I felt the burden of guilt weighing heavily on me. Tank and I had butted heads, and I wasn’t a friend of his by any measure, but as always, I can’t help but wonder if my influence in our plans are part of what got him killed. Justine puts a hand on my shoulder, and once again, I feel that peace I wish I’d had back in the military.
I wish I’d been able to realize I can’t predict what could have happened. If you punish yourself for doing that, you’ll bury yourself alive in guilt every time you fail. That sure as hell happened to me.
Bones winces at the bullet wound, hand on the back of Tank’s neck as he turns him over, and he freezes. Bones furrows his brow and puts two fingers to Tank’s wrist, and his eyes widen as he looks up to us.
“Holy fuck,” he says. “We need to get him to a hospital--he’s got a pulse!”
Justine
“Oh my god, right there,” I moan as a bead of hot water tracks down my cheek.
“Not yet, baby,” my handsome hero growls in my ear. “Not until I say so.”
I tilt my head back and let the shower spray roll across my body, and I rest my head back against Ironside’s chest. His muscular arms are draped around me, holding me up as he grinds his hard cock against my plush little ass. His left hand gropes my breasts, massaging my stiff pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger, while his right hand is between my legs. His fingers press a soft, tantalizing circle around my swollen clit. Tingles of intense pleasure shoot up through my body like forks of bright lightning, making me shudder and tremble in his tight embrace. He’s been teasing me like this for several minutes, just feeling me up and carefully taking me right to the edge, then backing off again to make me beg for more.
“Please,” I murmur, my chest rising and falling hard with every shuddering breath.
“How badly do you want it, little girl?” he snarls.
“So bad. I need it. I’m so close,” I whimper.
“I want you desperate,” he hisses against my ear. “I want you on your knees.”
“Anything you want,” I reply eagerly.
I push back away from him and whirl around, dropping to my knees in front of him. I put up one hand against the steamed-up glass door to steady myself before I lean in and wrap my other hand around his thick cock, stroking and pumping his full length. I look up at him to see his dark eyes locked on me, desire clearly written across his face. His lips are slightly parted, his dark brow furrowed as he watches me. His hands come down to tangle in my damp hair, coiling his fingers around to tug me closer.
I breathe in his deep, masculine scent. It makes my whole body feel a hundred times hotter. Goosebumps prickle up on my skin and my toes curl instantly I’m desperate to taste him. I need to feel his thickness stretching my cheeks, making it ache so good. I lean in and flick my tongue over the engorged head of his cock before diving in to suck him hard. The sensation of his thick weight on my tongue, pressing into the back of my throat, is nearly enough to make me come alone. I open up my throat and bob up and down, guided lightly by his hair pulling. I swirl my hand around his slick, drippy cock in tandem with my mouth, moaning and sighing as he slowly fucks my throat. I let my hand slip down to fondle his balls every third stroke, keeping up a steady rhythm just how I know he likes.
“Fuck, your sweet little mouth is so good,” he groans, pressing me down hard on his cock. I feel a sharp lick of arousal when I taste his salty precome on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I moan, letting my lashes flutter as I take him down to the hilt.
Just the feeling of his cock in my mouth makes me so wet, knowing that I can give him the kind of pleasure he deserves. It’s a duty I take very seriously. Maybe there are some parts of my father’s training that I can use to my benefit. I’m good at taking orders, especially when they come from Ironside.
“You love it when I fuck your throat, don’t you, baby?” he purrs.
“Mhmm,” I whimper, my mouth stuffed full.
“That’s right. You take it so good,” he growls, and a shiver rolls down my spine.
I love it when he tells me I’m doing a good job. I live for that feeling. What can I say? I’m an overachiever, and it’s easy to work hard when it’s so much damn fun.
I tremble when he pushes me back gently and his cock slides out of my mouth with a slick pop. He takes his cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers over mine as he lightly taps the swollen head against my soft cheek. I peer up at him coyly, biting my lip. He gives me a handsome smirk that damn near melts me into a puddle, then he snaps his fingers for me to stand up. He pulls me in close and kisses me hard on the lips, letting his hard shaft slide wetly across my thigh. I rub against him, always wanting to be closer. Needing to be closer.
“You want me to fuck your tight little pussy until you come again and again?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod fervently. “Yes. Oh god, please,” I beg.
“Turn around for me, angel,” he hisses, grabbing me by the hips and spinning me around.
I reach out and brace myself against the shower wall with both hands. I need to hold on tight, because Ironside takes no prisoners when it comes to sex. His hands slide down to grope my ass before spreading my legs apart. He slides his cock along the crease between my ass cheeks, teasing me from behind while I wait for him to fuck me, trembling all over. He circles my clit with the head of his cock, tantalizing me to new heights. I back up against him, wiggling my ass. He gives it a hard, resounding slap that stings like heaven.
I cry out and shudder as he chooses that exact moment to slide his cock inside me, sheathing himself fully inside me in one movement. With just this one stroke, my overstimulated cunny explodes with orgasm, drenching his cock in my thick honey.
“Oh my god!” I whimper, and Ironside has to grab me with both arms to hold me up as he continues to pound into me harder and faster, not letting up for even a second as I come over and over, again and again, just like he said I would.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream, thankful that we have our own apartment now.
“That’s right, Justine, be as loud as you want,” he growls appreciatively.
It’s all I can do to hold on and stay upright while his cock spears into me so deep I can feel it aching all through my body. His cock pistons in and out, striking my g-spot with every perfect stroke. I reach back to hold onto him and his arm wraps with mine, holding me suspended while he fucks my pussy mercilessly. I lose count of the orgasms sometime after six, just letting him obliviate my mind and use my body. Finally, with a deep groan and a slap of my ass, he comes inside of me. His body seizes up and he holds me in place, emptying himself completely. I clench my aching cunny, eager to get every last precious drop.
Afterward, he slides out of me and we lovingly wash each other off, basking in the afterglow together. We dry off and put on
our respective silky robes, heading into the kitchen to make dinner. This has become our routine ever since we got our own place and I love every second of it. I loved being at the clubhouse, but I have to admit Ironside is right about this being so much better. He wants me to be comfortable, to feel at home for the first time in my life, and even though we haven’t been here long, it already feels that way. But it wouldn’t make a difference where I am, really. As long as Ironside is with me, I’m home.
We take our time making a delicious dinner of homemade pasta and slow-simmered tomato basil sauce, dancing in the kitchen and sipping big glasses of wine. While we’re waiting for the water to boil, Ironside brings in his laptop.
“Come here, Justine,” he says, beckoning to me. “I have something you ought to see.”
Immediately, I feel a flicker of anxiety. “Oh no. What is it?” I ask warily.
He gives me a reassuring smile. “It’s not a bad thing, angel. I promise.”
I reluctantly walk over to watch as he pulls up a news recording of a highly publicized arrest… and the man in shackles is familiar.
In fact, he was once family.
My father.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, clapping a hand over my mouth.
“It worked, little girl. We did it. We got him,” Ironside says, kissing me on the cheek.
“Our evidence?” I breathe.
“It had to have helped,” he says.
After we handled the situation with Diesel, we turned our sights on another villain in our world: my father. We submitted our collected evidence to a private investigator in Salt Lake City. That PI did some major digging, and it turns out my father isn’t quite the perfectionist he wants people to think he is. Apparently, he’s really sloppy at covering his tracks. An inflated ego makes you careless. He must have just expected that nobody would be looking for trouble like this way out in the sticks of Wyoming.
“Wow. I can’t believe it,” I murmur, a smile on my lips.
There’s so much good happening lately, it seems. So much to look forward to. I am finally starting to heal, and Ironside is, too. Soon, there’s going to be a memorial for victims of Diesel’s dark operation. It feels like closure must be right around the corner. But even if it isn’t, I know I’ll be okay. Ironside loves me, and I love him. We’ve already weathered such horrific storms together, and whatever happens, we’ll get through it. Together.
“I love you,” I tell him, grinning.
He leans in and kisses me softly, cupping my cheek. He pulls back and gazes at me with such adoration in his eyes. “I love you, too, Justine. To the moon and back.”
“To the moon,” I repeat in a murmur. I lean in to kiss him again.
But we’re violently interrupted by a loud banging at the door. I cry out and duck down instinctively, while Ironside goes to grab his gun. “Stay down,” he hisses at me as he cocks the gun and inches toward the door.
“Be careful!” I whisper back.
He gives me a nod, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. Immediately, I relax when I see that it’s only Big Daddy. He raises an eyebrow at the gun pointed toward his heart and Ironside lets his shoulders slump, lowering the gun.
“Damn it, man. Don’t surprise me like that,” he groans.
Big Daddy doesn’t say a word. There’s a grim look on his face.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, coming out from my hiding place to stand by Ironside at the door. Big Daddy remains wordless, but he lifts up an object for us to see.
To my confusion, it’s a Heartbreaker kutte, only it’s been badly damaged in a fire, and there’s a fractured seam sewn right down the middle of the pierced heart.
“Shit,” Ironside murmurs.
“What? What does it mean?” I ask.
Big Daddy looks at me and grunts, “It’s a message.”
“A message? Okay, then what does it say?” I question.
I look up at Ironside, and he looks dead serious.
“It’s a declaration of war,” he says.
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