by K E Osborn
I need this.
I want this.
I need to let go.
It’s time.
She shuffles up the bed, still with that dorky grin on her face and her head falls back onto the pillow as she lets out a loud huff.
“That was amazing.”
Smirking as I walk to my bedside table and open up the top drawer to grab a condom, I shake my head. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say grabbing the packet and bringing it up to my teeth to rip it open.
She leans up on her elbows and furrows her brows. “Are you sure? You don’t have to if you’re not ready?”
Spitting out the piece of ripped off foil packet, I pull out the condom and roll it onto my cock pinching the tip, watching her eyes widen and her lips turn up in a smirk. “I’ve waited long enough, and I can’t wait to have you any longer.”
She smiles so wide, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen her smile and a little piece of my heart melts.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” she says. I nod moving over to the bed and laying my back down on the mattress. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, you think I’m on top for this? No way gorgeous, you’re going to ride me all the way to the finish line,” I demand, and she giggles sitting up and throwing her leg over my hips. Nestling down over the top of me, her warm pussy sits on top of my hard cock and I take a deep breath just having a moment to take this all in.
I’m going to fuck, Skye.
Running my hands up her thighs, I lick my lips and look into her sky blue eyes. They’re sparkling, and heat runs from the tips of my toes right up into my chest spreading right through my torso making me feel more alive than I’ve felt for a long, long time.
“Are you sure?” her voice wavers like she isn’t sure herself.
Smiling, I run my hands up to her tits and caress them firmly. “I’m sure, I need to feel you around my cock, Skye,” I say with conviction. She smiles moving her hips up making my cock rise into position.
Her hands move down to my chest and I lick my lips in excitement. My hands slide back down to her waist, and she looks right into my eyes as I guide her silky wet pussy straight down onto my aching cock. My eyes roll into the back of my head momentarily, as her warmth engulfs my cock. Her slickness sliding around me is like a silky heaven I’ve been dying to slide into.
She moans digging her nails into my chest as my fingers grip onto her hips, stilling her on me, just for a moment. I need to take a second just to bask in the realisation that I’m balls deep inside Skye right now, and I’m not freaking out. In fact, I’m fucking loving it.
Our harsh breaths filter through my room, and I open my eyes to see her watching me with a caring gaze—she’s assessing me to make sure I’m okay. And I appreciate her thoughtfulness. Smiling up at her, I rock my hips into her and she lets out a large breath rolling into me and whimpering at the feeling.
Fuck, she feels fantastic. Better than I’d imagined, and fuck have I done a lot of imagining since I infiltrated here.
She rolls into me again and we start a steady rhythm. Gripping my hands onto her hips I move her up and down on my hard as fuck cock, getting just the right amount of friction going. My balls are tightening already. It’s been so long since I last had sex, and Skye’s as tight as fuck, so holding on for a long hard fuck just isn’t an option. But I am going to try and last as long as possible.
Moving my right hand down inside Skye’s thigh, my fingers travel toward her pussy as she rides me. I want to feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and I know a sure fire way to do that. So I move my finger in and press hard on her clit. She moans jerking her back out, but continues to ride me as my hips move in time with hers. Circling on her clit my breathing is rapid, as I breathe in and out through my nose trying to rein in the tightness in my balls. The tingling shooting up my spine tells me that my release is on its way and that I need to hold on a little longer. I don’t want my first time with Skye to be over in five minutes. Even though I know she would understand.
Pressing hard again, her body shakes against mine and she arches her back. Her fingernails dig into my skin, as her head throws back riding me harder and faster trying to reach her peak.
“Come for me, gorgeous,” I demand and she moans out loud as her pussy tightens, her body quivers as it coats with a fine mist of sweat. Her nails dig into my chest, as she clenches her eyes tightly and then her entire body relaxes around me with a long drawn out moan.
Smiling as she continues to move with me, but at a slower and more languid pace, I move my hands back to her tits and massage them firmly, rolling her nipple and pinching it slightly.
She tries to catch her breath and moves down pressing her lips to mine. My hands move to the back of her hair, and she continues to ride me as we kiss. It’s a different angle and it sends my balls into overdrive. Having her chest against mine moving slowly, and her hips grinding against me let alone her kissing me, is a sensation overload. This is what I’ve needed—a closeness, intimacy.
I’ve just needed Skye.
She kisses me strongly, and as I move in time with her at a slow and steady rhythm, my balls pull up tight. A tingle runs down my spine and pins and needles run up my legs. I feel the ache, the deep pull from within and my breath becomes harsher as my body tenses. Moving one hand to her arse, I squeeze her cheek forcefully grinding her down onto me. She swivels her hips in just the right way, and it was exactly what I needed.
My balls tense, my body goes rigid and heat washes over me from head to toe. Light flashes behind my clenched eyes as I grip onto her tightly. My balls tighten and explode as my cock drains itself into the condom detonating at full force, releasing all my pent up tension from the last few months with a long drawn out moan into Skye’s mouth. My entire body feels light and I relax into the mattress feeling like a weight has been lifted from me.
I feel good with Skye.
I’m not in love with her, not by any means. But I sure as hell like her a hell of a lot, and that’s good enough for me.
She pulls back, her blonde hair falling down around her face framing her, the light shining down from the ceiling sending a glow around her like she’s an angel. And maybe that’s what she is, an angel to help me, to guide me onto the right path.
Maybe Skye is my right path?
She giggles and runs her fingers softly up and down my chest. “So… that just happened.”
Chuckling, I nod and smirk. “Yeah, it did… thank you.”
She furrows her brows and tilts her head. “For?”
I run my hands up her arms and look into her eyes so she knows I’m serious. “For your patience and understanding. I know I’ve been a head case. I know you’ve had to wait a long time for this—”
She puts her finger up to my lips and stops me from talking. “All good things come to those who wait. And trust me… that… was worth the wait. Stealth, I like you. I realise you have letting go issues, I’m just glad I was able to be here when you finally were able to… let go.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod, continuing to run my hands all over her. I can’t stop touching her, her skin is like a magnet to me. “You really are incredible, you know that?”
She smirks. “Yeah, I know! But, I’m only like this with you, I wouldn’t do it for anyone else.”
Shaking my head at just how lucky I am, I run my hand into the back of her hair and drag her back down to kiss me again. I plan on kissing her all night long, and making good on the pack of twenty-three condoms I still have in my bedside drawer.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
2 WEEKS LATER
Everyone is healed well enough from our last encounter with the Ingratos, José, and his Cartel lackeys from just over two weeks ago. Since then Mad Dog has been plotting his revenge. No one is onboard with this plan, but what the Prez says, goes, and so we will follow him into the dragon’s den as it were. Crash had a mild concussion after his attack, and Mad Dog’s arm and leg are functioning better. His sling
is off and he’s walking without the limp now, so he must be on the mend. My arm is better too. It only hurts when I stretch it the wrong way.
But I need to focus on the now. It’s the middle of the night, well more like early morning. It’s just gone two a.m. and Mad Dog has his revenge in sight for tonight. Techie did his research and said that all the Ingratos are at their hangout, and they’re all in bed sleeping right at this precise moment. The plan is to go in while they sleep, all guns-a-blazing, and take them out in their slumber. Hit the cartel right in the nuts. Taking out their hit-man squad, and the lackeys that basically act as their bodyguards, is going to hurt them. So who knows what kind of shitstorm this will bring down on us? I just hope Mad Dog knows what the fuck he’s doing!
“Right boys, let’s move out,” Mad Dog calls out waving his hands in the air.
Taking a deep breath, I turn looking at Skye, who’s chewing manically on her bottom lip with unshed tears in her eyes. The heavy footsteps of my brothers walking out of the clubroom resound through the room, but I step over to Skye and grab her hands as she gazes up at me.
“It’s going to be okay.”
She sniffs and shakes her head. “I have a bad feeling, Stealth.”
Slumping my body, I know exactly how she feels. I don’t think there’s a man in here that doesn’t share her fears except, of course, Mad Dog. “I’m coming back,” I say moving a stray hair behind her ear.
Her bottom lip trembles and she nods. “You better, and in one piece too, please.”
Chuckling slightly, I nod. “Don’t worry, we’re going in unannounced. They won’t even hear us pulling up. We have the upper hand. We’re gonna be okay.”
She huffs and jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly. Smothering myself in her, I hold on as solidly as possible without hurting her. Nuzzling into her jasmine smelling hair, just taking in her essence, I breathe in deep memorising her—just in case.
“You mean too much to me, for me to lose you now.”
Pulling back, I look at her and furrow my brows. “I’m coming back to you, Skye. I’ll always come back to you.” Leaning in, I press my lips to hers and kiss her like it might just be the last time. Going to a gang’s hangout with the intentions of wiping them all out can have fall out. If they’re waiting for us maybe none of us will be coming back, that’s a real possibility, but I’m not telling Skye that.
No way.
Kissing her makes me forget momentarily what I’m supposed to be doing. I force my body into hers and kiss her so passionately that my cock begins to grow hard.
“Stealth, c’mon man,” Techie calls out breaking me from my moment.
Pulling back from Skye, I look at her watering eyes and fake a smile. “I’ll be back gorgeous, and when I am we’re going to pick this right back up where we’re leaving it. You got me?”
She smiles and nods as I step back letting go of her. “Be safe.”
I simply nod, smile, and turn walking away from her. My chest tightens at the thought that it might be the last time I see her. But I take a deep breath and continue to walk out of the clubroom toward the cages that are set up for our attack. We’re taking four black vans into the hangout, as riding in on our bikes would wake them up. Hogs are amazing to ride, they give you a sense of freedom like nothing else, but their noisy fuckers and we need—for lack of a better word—to be stealthy.
“Right, we all know what to do?” Mad Dog asks as we all stand at the back of the cages ready to get in, covered in our black clothing and balaclavas.
We all nod and Mad Dog huffs and smiles. “We do this quick and we do it right. When we get there, Techie you work your magic on the gate. And fellas, you don’t hesitate to fire. There’s only one man we want alive, and that’s the head honcho. He goes by the name of Marco. And I repeat, we want him alive. You understand?”
“Yes, Prez,” we all reply.
“Good, let’s light this fire,” he says jumping into the passenger seat of the closest cage.
Taking a deep breath, I slide in the passenger seat of another as Techie glides in the driver’s side. Crash, Behemoth, and Jigsaw all hop in the back of the cage and the door slides shut and my heart jumps at the sound.
“We ready to do this?” Crash asks and I turn back as Techie starts the engine.
“I don’t think we have a choice,” I reply.
“To go into the eye of the storm is merely a façade of the beast,” Jigsaw says and Techie turns around looking at him while shaking his head.
“You’re a fucking fruitcake, you know that?” Techie teases making Behemoth, Crash, and me chuckle as Jigsaw purses his lips and nods.
“The fruit in cake is only a filling, not the basis for the dessert,” Jigsaw retorts.
Smirking, I turn to Techie, who’s shaking his head as he pulls out and starts driving. “Yep, it’s not the basis, but if you don’t have fruit in the cake, it’s nuts, either way, the cake is fucking crazy if you ask me.”
“Opinions seek no validation,” Jigsaw says blasé.
“Yeah, fuck you too, arsehole,” Techie throws back and everyone starts laughing including Jigsaw. I raise my eyebrows wondering how on earth Techie knows Jigsaw is joking when he sounds so serious. It’s interesting how these guys can have a conversation—in basically another language—and understand each other. It must come with being around one another for so long. That’s why I love this brotherhood. Being with these guys, there’s just something about the nature of the mateship that’s like nothing I’ve ever been witness to before.
Sure in the academy you grow close to your fellow recruits, but it’s nothing like this. I fucking love this club. I would die for this club, for these men, and that’s why I didn’t report this little visit into Hudson. Because if I’m going to go out tonight, I want it to be as a brother, not as an undercover cop who brought Hudson’s unit in, to bring my brothers down.
I want to be a part of this team. And I think I am. This not only excites and electrifies me, but scares the crap out of me. Leaving my old life behind is a big step and trying to do it with Sentinel and Hudson on my back is hard. I have a lot of choices to make. But I can’t make them now. Right now, I need my head in the game, break into the Ingratos, capture Marco, and kill anything else that moves. That’s my mission, and I accept, wholeheartedly.
***
Techie pulls up the cage about thirty metres down from the Ingratos home base. The other three cages pull up behind us and we all file out quietly, quickly, and with our guns pulled. The street is a quiet industrial area and the next block over is housing, so we have to do this smart and fast. Even though we have silencers on our guns, I’m sure there will still be racket coming from the gang hangout.
Mad Dog walks up to us all as we gather around. My heart is racing and I have no idea if we’re all—or if any of us—are going to get through this alive. But I have to go in with the assumption of I’m better than them, or I’m coming out in a body bag. And I’m not ready for that yet. The element of surprise is most definitely with us, and even though the looks on everyone’s faces depicts how terrified we all are, we’re in this.
Together.
United as brothers.
“We go in quietly, room by room, sweeping. You shoot first and shoot to kill. Techie, you find out where Marco is and nab him by any means. You’re all soldiers of the Savages. We ride hard, we fear none,” Mad Dog whispers.
He looks to Chops and nods his head, and we all start to slowly push forward toward the hangout. Our guns are already drawn, locked and loaded. Techie pulls out some sort of gadget and starts pushing some buttons on its face. Furrowing my brows, I wonder what it is. But when we get to the tall wrought iron fence, Techie holds the gadget up to the sensors. The lights flash in sequence for a few seconds then they all turn green. A click sounds through the crisp, quiet night air and Penetrator pushes open the gate peering through to make sure no one is around. He quickly glances to the left and pulls up his gun, a faint sound of a mut
ed gun discharge goes off as two bullets are fired off. We all tense up watching as he shoots someone who’s obviously the night watchman. His body falls to the ground with two single bullet holes to his chest. Everyone remains quiet but on guard.
Mad Dog signals for us to enter, and we all storm through the gates and past the makeshift medium sized Cristo Rey statue they have overlooking their yard. It’s kind of scary in a way to have a statue of Christ looking down on us with his arms wide open, as we’re preparing to go in and slaughter the men in his house behind him. It sends a chill down my spine, and I tense my shoulders swallowing hard as we storm up to the front door.
Mad Dog signals with a closed fist and then puts one finger in the air, then two, and on the rise of the third my heart leaps into my chest as we all storm through the doors guns raised and straight into the mouth of hell.
The place stinks, like stale dope and booze. Beer bottles are scattered all over the floor of the main clubroom, and it’s more like a teenager’s bedroom than anything. There are porno mags everywhere, clothing strewn all over the floors and chairs. The sofas are covered in disgusting ‘I don’t even want to think about’ stains, and the air is so hot in here it’s almost humid. I’m fairly certain there’s a lab of some sort somewhere within these walls.
Techie takes off staring at his tablet down the hall as we all remain utterly silent. The roar of men snoring, echoes through the walls as we all walk down the hallways. There’s three passage ways in total and we split up into teams of four heading down each one. Mad Dog, Behemoth, Crash and I, head down the one Techie went down. He stops at a door as tilts his head toward it.
“Marco.”
“Polo,” Crash whispers with a smirk and Mad Dog backhands him over the head.
Smirking at Crash as he grins at me, Mad Dog nods to Techie, who opens the door, his gun drawn. He walks in while we wait. The faint echo of muted gunfire drifts through the quiet nighttime air in the background, and then suddenly there’s a bang and we all stiffen and watch as Techie walks out with Marco already gagged and hands tied behind his back.