by Harley Wylde
My cheeks burned, but we both knew I liked those spankings. No matter how much I said otherwise, I got wet every time he yanked me over his knee and turned my ass red. Although now that I was showing, he’d changed things up a little. Last time, he’d had me kneel on the bed, ass in the air, and he’d gripped my hair with one hand to hold me still while he’d spanked me.
He smirked. “Or maybe you want me to find a reason to spank you. I’m sure I can come up with a reason to punish you, butterfly. Just not here. This place is too filthy for the things I’d like to do to you.”
“Is sex always on your mind?” I asked.
“Oh, please. On my mind? Baby, for the last month, all I have to do is look your way and you want to climb me like a damn tree. All I did was tell you good morning yesterday and you had my zipper down before I’d even processed what you were doing.”
“You complaining?” I asked.
“Not even a little.” He slid his hand down my back and squeezed my ass. “I like that you love my cock so much you can’t get enough. I bet if this floor were clean, all I’d have to do is tell you I’m hard and you’d drop to your knees and suck me off.”
I gasped and half-heartedly tried to pull away. He wasn’t wrong. I was completely addicted to him. I loved the taste of him, the way he stretched me, and even liked the burn of him fucking my ass. There wasn’t a single thing we’d done in the bedroom I hadn’t enjoyed.
“Maybe we need to go home,” I suggested.
“You going to worship my cock when we get there?”
“Unless you find a private spot before then. I’ll be happy to show my appreciation in the truck.” I licked my lips so he wouldn’t miss my meaning.
Heat flared in his eyes as he took my hand and practically ran back to the front of the shop. He locked up and helped me into the truck. The tires squealed a little as he pulled out of the parking spot and I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed he was overly eager. Honestly, he wasn’t the only one.
Slash pulled off the road before we reached the compound, the truck bouncing down a dirt path that led into the trees. When he put it into park, I unfastened my seatbelt and shoved the armrest up out of the way. Slash had already started to unfasten his belt and jeans.
“If you’re going to be this hot for me during the entire pregnancy, we might have to start having sex right before we leave the house. Not sure I can find enough secluded places to satisfy your needs when we aren’t home.”
“My needs?”
“All right. Both our needs. You saying you don’t want to wrap your lips around this?” he asked, waving a hand at his hard cock.
Nope. I wasn’t saying that at all. Not even a little. I wet my lips and got onto my knees on the seat. Leaning over, I gripped his cock at the base before I lapped at the head, licking off the pre-cum. Slash groaned and sifted his fingers through my hair. His grip tightened and he used my hair to guide me.
He thrust deep, making me take all of him into my mouth. I gagged a moment and my eyes watered.
“Fuck, butterfly. So hot!”
He pushed deep again, gagging me once more. By the fourth stroke, I’d adjusted and took him easily. He grunted as his hips thrust up and he brought my head down. He used me, taking what he wanted. Instead of being a turnoff, all it did was make me burn hotter for him. I felt my pussy grow slick and I squeezed my thighs together.
“That’s it, Shell. Suck me.”
He started thrusting faster, his motion erratic. I knew he was close to coming. My clit pulsed and I moaned around his cock.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His cum filled my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could, but felt some leak from the corners and down my chin. He released me and I wiped the mess off my face, my lips feeling swollen from him fucking my mouth.
I squirmed on the seat, wanting to come so bad a little whine escaped me before I could stop it. His chest heaved as he stared at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with hunger. Slash reclined his seat until he lay nearly flat, then motioned for me to come closer.
“Take your pants off, Shell. Get up here so I can lick that pretty pussy.”
His words alone nearly made me come. I struggled to get my pants and panties off, then climbed on top of him. Slash helped position me so that I could brace myself on the back seat, my thighs splayed and my pussy hovering over his mouth. He tugged me down until I felt the wet heat of his tongue as he lapped at me.
“Talon!”
“That’s it, butterfly. Scream all you want. Let me hear how much you enjoy this.”
He spread the lips of my pussy and flicked my clit with his tongue. Little cries escaped me as he teased me. My thighs trembled and had he not been holding onto me, I wouldn’t have been able to hold my position. He sucked at my clit and I jolted, jerking my hips. I reached up and grabbed onto the handle over the side window, lifting myself a little. It gave me just enough leverage I was able to rock my hips.
“God, Talon! Don’t stop. Make me come!”
He worked my pussy while I rode his face, so close to an orgasm yet not quite there. He dipped his finger into my pussy, using short, slow thrusts while his tongue and lips tortured my clit. When he pulled his finger free and pressed it between my ass cheeks, a keening sound escaped me as I rocked against him. He worked his finger inside me, stroking it in and out while his mouth did sinful things to my pussy.
I came, screaming out his name, riding him harder. A roaring filled my ears and I forgot to breathe as sparks shot along my nerve-endings. Trembling, I sucked in a breath and looked down to make sure I hadn’t suffocated him. He winked and kept working my pussy and fucking my ass with his finger. It didn’t take him long to get me off again. Still I craved more. It was like something had been unleashed inside me and I wanted to demand orgasm after orgasm.
I slid down his body, but he wouldn’t let me go back to my seat. Instead, he maneuvered us so that I lay on the driver’s seat while he hovered over me. Slash reached for my thigh, lifting it over his hip, and I felt the prod of his hard cock against my pussy. I moaned and my eyes slid shut as I lifted my hips, wanting him as much as he seemed to want me.
“Need you, butterfly. But you’re not getting off easy. When we get home, I’m going to wear you out. Fuck you so good you’ll lose your voice from all the screaming you’ll be doing.”
My nipples hardened and I reached up to grab onto him. “Just fuck me, Talon. I need it. Need you.”
He thrust into me, not taking his time. The slam of his cock over and over had the truck rocking and had me begging to come. He twisted his hips on the next stroke so that he rubbed across my clit and I saw stars as I came. My body twitched as I rode the wave of my orgasm.
“That’s it, butterfly. Fuck but you look beautiful when you come.”
I felt the heat of his release as he came inside me, grunting on the last two strokes. I wished we weren’t in the truck on some random piece of land. If we were home, he wouldn’t have to pull out right away. I ran my nails down his back and pressed him tighter against me.
“When we get home, I’m going to use the toys to make you come multiple times,” he said. “Then I’m fucking your ass.”
He kissed me hard and deep before withdrawing from my body. I whimpered at the loss and hoped the cum I felt sliding out of me wasn’t going to ruin his truck seats. Not that I thought he’d care. More than likely, he’d decided it was some sort of badge proving how awesome he was.
He helped me back over to my side, and I pulled on my panties and pants. Slash put his seat back into the upright position and zipped up his pants. He turned the truck around and headed back to the road that would take us to the compound. Stopping just this side of the tree line, he gave me a heated look.
“Need something to hold me over until we get home.”
I arched my eyebrows. “Again? I just sucked you off and you fucked me.”
“Not what I meant.” He smirked. “I see those hard nipples poking through your shirt. Show me.”
I lifted my shirt and Slash reached over, pulling the cups of my bra down. He kneaded my breast and tugged on my nipple.
“Give me the other side, butterfly.”
I twisted so he could reach. Even though I’d just come several times, my pussy already throbbed, wanting more. He worked my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching down, and tugging on them. It was almost enough to make me come.
“Talon, I can’t wait much longer. You’ve got me all hot and achy again.”
He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, giving it a gentle bite before helping me right my clothes. “Hold on, butterfly. We’ll be home soon.”
Not soon enough!
I didn’t know if I’d always feel this crazy need for him, but I hoped so. I never wanted the day to come that I wouldn’t crave his hands on my body, need him more than my next breath. Slash might have come to take me home two months ago, but I’d been home the second he’d decided I was his. It didn’t matter if we lived at the compound or somewhere else. As long as he was with me, that’s all that mattered.
Chapter Fourteen
Slash
I stared at the clock on the wall and only half-listened to what Badger was saying. In the last five weeks, Shella’s project had made great strides. Rachel and Elena already had several boxes of donated books to help get the store open. Except no one could settle on a name for the damn place. I drummed my fingers on the table, wondering how much longer this would take.
“Butterflies and Books,” I said.
“Where the fuck are we putting butterflies in there?” Demon asked.
“They don’t have to be actual ones, asshole.” I glared at him. “Shella’s been making all sorts of things lately. Keychains and bookmarks seem to be her favorites. If the club chipped in for the stuff she needs, she could make butterfly- and book-themed items to sell at the front counter. Maybe get some paper bookmarks printed off with the shop’s info to give out for free with the purchase of three or more books.”
“This isn’t about real butterflies, is it?” Blades asked. “I’ve heard you call Shella that. Your butterfly.”
I shrugged a shoulder. “She was broken but still beautiful, and I knew she’d eventually fly again.”
“So the butterflies are partly for Shella and also a reminder of what we’re accomplishing in the back rooms?” Badger asked.
“Right,” I said.
“Then Butterflies and Books it is,” Badger said. “Any other orders of business for today?”
I cleared my throat. “Not business, but there’s something I’d like to tell everyone. As you know, at the last doctor appointment, we found out we’re having twins. Shella went back two days ago. One of the babies refused to cooperate, but the bigger one is definitely a boy. They said we could try to see the sex of Baby Two another time if we wanted. There’s just no guarantee it would yield any results.”
“Smaller one is stubborn like her momma,” Grizzly said with a grin.
“Yep. And I’m telling her you said that,” I said. “Just so she doesn’t broadside you, she wants to name the boy John.”
Griz cleared his throat and nodded, but I could tell it meant a lot to him.
A loud bang had several club members jumping to their feet, and when the doors of Church flew open, even Badger stood. Everyone but me, since I knew exactly who’d decided to show up. My half-brother, Tank, strolled through the doors like he owned the place, a Cheshire grin on his face.
“Don’t start the party without me,” he said.
“Motherfucker,” Badger muttered. “I should gut you for barging into Church uninvited.”
“Technically, I had an invitation from your VP, and I come bearing gifts.” He reached behind him and yanked a young woman into the room. “Meet Glory.”
“We don’t allow club whores in Church,” Demon said.
Tank winced and Glory’s face turned red. Not in an embarrassed sort of way, but more in an I will rip off your balls way. She jabbed her finger in Demon’s direction and snarled.
“I’m not a fucking club whore. You try to put your dick anywhere near me, I’ll rip it off.”
Badger sat and leaned back in his chair, apparently settling for the show. Our other brothers reclaimed their seats, eyeing Demon and Glory. The Sergeant-at-Arms stared down his nose at her.
“First off, I have a woman so I wouldn’t want my dick anywhere near you. Second, you point at me again, and I’ll --”
Badger cleared his throat and shook his head giving Demon the shut up look. The Sergeant-at-Arms clamped his lips shut and glared at Glory. The cute blonde didn’t seem the least bit intimidated.
“Introduce Glory, Tank,” I said.
“Glory has a four-year degree in biology and was accepted into medical school. She only attended for one semester before she had to quit and stay home,” Tank said.
“Why did you have to quit?” Blades asked.
“Fuck that, she doesn’t even look old enough to be out of high school,” Guardian said. “No offense.”
Glory glanced up at Tank, then squared her shoulders and faced the room again. “I graduated high school when I was fourteen, then finished my four-year degree in three years. I was seventeen when I was accepted into medical school. The reason I dropped out is personal, but considering why I’m here, I’ll share it with you. I was walking across campus one night when two guys dragged me off into the bushes. They hit me several times, nearly knocking me out, then took turns raping me.”
Her gaze scanned the room, stopping on each brother for a few seconds before moving on to the next. It was like she was daring them to say something. I saw several sympathized with her, and a few clearly wanted to hunt down the men who’d hurt her and kill them. I couldn’t blame them. The world wouldn’t miss a few more rapists. Hell, I wished we could round them all up and bury them.
“I have a daughter as a consequence of that night. No one found me for thirty-six hours, and by the time I was treated, it was too late for the morning-after pill to be as effective. They treated me for STDs and sent me on my way.” She took a breath and her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides. “My parents threw me out when I refused to have an abortion. Sienna, my daughter, is developmentally delayed but she’s an angel. No matter how she was conceived, I’m lucky to be her mom.”
“You dropped out to take care of your kid or because you were scared to be on campus?” Ripper asked.
“A little of both,” she admitted. “I’m eighteen, in case anyone wondered. Almost nineteen. Tank heard about your project to help rape victims and thought of me. We met at the OB-GYN when I was there for a check-up during my pregnancy and I spilled my story to his wife.”
I eyed my brother. He’d left that part out. “Anything I need to know, brother?”
Tank shook his head. “Got a vasectomy when the girls were about two years old. Those three are more than enough. We were just there for a routine thing. Emmie didn’t want to go alone.”
“You want to help as what? Medical staff?” Badger asked.
“After having been the victim of two rapists, I can understand where these women are emotionally and mentally,” Glory said. “I have enough training to help with the basics, but you’d still need a licensed doctor or nurse practitioner. I’m CPR certified, and I’ve been taking some online nursing classes. I just haven’t been able to do the hands-on part because of Sienna.”
“She’ll need a place to stay,” I said. “Any objections to letting her use one of the apartments?”
“They only have one bedroom,” Ripper said. “She needs more space if she has a daughter.”
“Sienna isn’t quite a year old,” Glory said. “She’s small enough we can easily share a room. We don’t want to be any trouble.”
Voices outside the door had Tank turning to peer into the hallway. He stepped out of the room a moment and returned with a pink bundle in his arms. He handed the kid over to Glory and I figured it must be Sienna.
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“She’s so small,” Ripper said, “She’s like a little doll.”
Glory smiled. “She’s my angel.”
“You can use my house,” Ripper said. “I’ll stay at the clubhouse.”
I shared a look with Badger. Neither of us had seen that coming. To give up his home and move back in here was sending a rather loud message. The way he eyed the little girl and her mom told me the Devil’s Fury family might be growing again soon. Although, I didn’t think Glory would give in all that easily.
“I’m not throwing you out of your house,” Glory said.
“Fine. It’s three bedrooms. You can have one and Sienna can have the other. We can be roommates until you get on your feet.”
Glory opened her mouth like she might protest, but Tank leaned down and whispered something in her ear. Her cheeks turned pink and she nodded.
“She accepts,” Tank said.
“Anything else?” Badger asked. “Any other surprises I need to know about?”
I knew that one was directed at me and I just smiled at him. Yeah, I’d pay for it later. It wasn’t a good thing to spring shit on the Pres, especially in the middle of Church. I honestly hadn’t planned it that way, but Tank had arrived in town just as Church was starting. I’d sent him a quick text telling him to go ahead and stop by with Glory so we could get things in motion.
“If that’s all, everyone get the fuck out. Ripper, help Glory get set up at your place and let me know if they need anything.”
I slapped Badger on the shoulder as I headed for the door. Glory kept casting glances at Ripper, and I wondered if the two might pair off at some point. I couldn’t see Ripper with a kid, but what the fuck did I know? My brother, who looked more bear than human some days, had three little girls he adored. If Tank could handle three daughters, maybe Ripper could take on a single mom.
My brother followed me out and stopped next to his truck, which had a crib and a handful of boxes in the bed. I figured it must be Glory’s stuff, which meant he’d need to haul it over to Ripper’s place. The fact I didn’t see any strange cars in the lot made me wonder if she’d ridden here with him. If that was the case, how did she plan to get around without a car?