by Sam Crescent
Watching her face as she reached orgasm and feeling her pussy tighten was more than enough for him right now. Everything else could make sense in time. The only sense he needed to make of his actions was getting her to trust him.
“Fuck me, Sasha.” She took over, rolling her hips, taking him deep inside.
Her eyes closed as she arched up against him. He gazed at her tits as they bounced with each thrust.
As he cupped her cheek, the beginnings of his orgasm started up. He didn’t avert his gaze as she rode him into an earth shattering climax. This time she collapsed over him. Sliding down on the bed, she moved her legs out of the way. When she made to pull away from him, he wouldn’t let her move. He held her tightly against him.
“Pussy?”
“I don’t want to move. I want to hold onto you. There’s no need for us to move yet.” Stroking her hair, he closed his own eyes, inhaling her scent.
I don’t want to leave this moment.
She was breaking apart his entire world. Pussy didn’t want to let her go. Letting her go would risk ruining himself. No other woman would ever touch a part of him like she did.
“I love you, Shane.”
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he kept them at bay. She wouldn’t believe him now.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“I take you to the clubhouse. We’re going to need to talk with Devil about getting married, and then we’ll deal with your mom.”
“Please, don’t let her get hurt because of this.” She looked up at him, resting her chin on her hand. For a split second her gaze was on his. He was sure she could see him.
She couldn’t; he knew that.
Her fingers ran over his skin. Did she have any idea what her touch was doing to his body? Pussy couldn’t focus with her touch.
“We won’t let anything happen to her.”
Sasha lay back down, and he hoped she didn’t notice the tension inside him.
“Shane?”
“Yeah.”
“This is just between us, right?” she asked.
Frowning, he stopped touching her back. “What do you mean?”
“There won’t be any other women or men. This is us now, right?”
“I don’t share, Sasha. You agree to be mine, and you wear my ring, then no one else. I’ll be the only man you come to when you need me.”
She licked her lips. “Then I want the same.”
“Huh?”
“No other women. Not even best friend sex. You want sex, then come to me. I know there are better women out there with more experience, but I want you to come to me.”
There’s no one else I want.
“Baby, you’re the only woman I’m interested in. You’ve got no chance of me going anywhere else.”
She dropped her head back down, and within minutes she was fast asleep. He listened to the sweet sounds she made as she drifted off.
You’ve got to take care of her now. She’s going to depend on you.
“I love you, Sasha.” He whispered the words when he was sure she was fast asleep. He didn’t know why he waited, only that he did.
****
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Devil said, the following afternoon. Sasha sat in a chair. She didn’t know if she was in the main part of the club or an office. From how loud Devil shouted, she was starting to think it was an office. He hurt her head by shouting that loud. Pussy stood behind her chair with his hands on her shoulders.
His presence helped to calm her nerves. She was sure there were more people than Devil, Pussy, and herself.
Sasha made sure to call him Pussy rather than Shane. They were not in the bedroom anymore. This morning he’d woken her up a second time to make love to her. She loved the way he claimed her. The sex was amazing. She didn’t know for sure if they’d fucked, made love, or had sex. There seemed to be multiple ways of doing it.
Great, she was starting to sound like a young girl in her own mind. Pussy wouldn’t want a young girl. He needed a woman by his side, and from the way his boss was shouting, he needed her now.
“I told you I wasn’t letting her back there,” Pussy said.
“Devil, you need to listen to him.”
“Lex, stay the fuck out of this. I’m sick and tired of my fucking men thinking they can do whatever shit they want.”
She didn’t recognize the female’s voice. However, she was never going to forget Devil. Sasha never wanted to meet him down a dark alley.
Silence met his outburst.
“Oh, boss, you’re so not getting laid tonight,” Pussy said. She loved the way he teased. His voice changed, became lighter somehow.
“Shut the fuck up,” Devil said.
“Why should he shut up? He’s right. You’re so not getting near me tonight.”
The noise of someone walking away met her ears. She tensed in her seat.
“Shit, Lex, I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. I don’t give a fuck what this Gonzalez guy is doing. You’re better than him, and yet you’re behaving like this.” Lex let out a growl. “He’s got you and Tiny torn apart. Stop behaving like children in a playground and start seeing this as men. I’m not raising two kids on my own.”
A door slammed, and Sasha tensed.
“It’s okay, baby. Boss lady just left, and boss man is so not getting any sex tonight.”
“I mean it, Pussy. Don’t fucking push me on this.”
More noise and she imagined Devil had sat down.
“What’s going on?” Pussy asked.
“I can’t tell you in front of her.”
“She’s the reason we’re here, Devil. Look, if you don’t want me to make a claim on her then tell me,” Pussy said. He stayed behind her giving her shoulders a little squeeze.
“Would you still stay in the club?” Devil asked.
“No, I’d leave. She can’t go back to that monster. I won’t allow it.”
“Can I speak plainly?” Devil asked.
“Yeah.”
“No, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her.”
The conversation went on around her. Frustration gnawed at her. “What?” she asked.
“You’re blind, love. You’re a liability. It sounds to me your stepfather has big plans for you as well as your mother, and I’ve not met the bastard.” She shuddered at the thought. “You could get us all killed. You can’t have our backs or help us fight.”
“Devil?”
“No, Pussy. Judi can shoot, Lex can fight, and Mia can certainly take care of herself. No one has a chance against Phoebe. She’d kill you in a heartbeat if threatened. Your woman, she can’t do anything.”
Sasha tensed. There was nothing she could do.
“She’s mine, Devil. I don’t give a fuck what she can do. You know as well as I do that you’d avoid Lex hurting anyone. Ripper would tear anyone apart for hurting Judi, and Curse would make sure Mia was always protected.” Pussy’s anger was starting to show through. The teasing was long gone.
“You’re asking us to protect a woman who cannot take care of herself.”
A chair scraped along the floor. She squeezed her legs together, trapping her hands between her thighs. The sudden sounds terrified her.
Don’t be scared. There’s nothing to be scared of.
“Pussy, stand down,” another male said.
“No. I’ve been part of this fucking club for over ten fucking years. You’re telling me that my choice of woman isn’t good enough?” Pussy asked, growling out the words.
“Pussy?”
His hands left her shoulders.
“I’ll put my fucking jacket down now and leave this shit behind.”
“You’d turn your back on the club for this woman?” Devil asked.
Was a fight about to break out around her? She didn’t know what to do and stayed sat in her chair. It would be best if she kept to herself.
“Pussy, don’t do this.” The mystery man spoke up again.
“Yes, I’d leave, and I wouldn’t come fucking back. You and Tiny are welcome to the mess you’re getting yourselves into,” Pussy said. “I’ll turn my back and make it with her.”
He’d do that for her, and yet he didn’t love her? It made no sense. No man would turn his back on the world he loved for a woman he didn’t care about.
“I wasn’t always blind,” she said, hoping to avoid conflict. There’s no way she’d come out of this fight unscathed. She couldn’t avoid punches when she didn’t know the way they were coming.
“I know, baby. He knows this.”
“I’m not asking you to leave the club, Pussy,” Devil said.
“Then what the fuck are you asking?” Pussy spat the words out. She winced, thankful his wrath was not directed at her.
“She’s going to need your protection. Think about what you’re doing before you do.”
“I’ve had months to think about that. I’m not making a mistake here, Devil. Arrange the fucking priest. I’m marrying Sasha, and I don’t give a fuck how much I have to protect her.”
Silence met his answer. She jumped as he gripped her elbow.
“Fine, you want to take that challenge, then we’ll stick by your side.”
“You don’t have to do this,” she said.
“I’m doing this. We’re going to get married.”
“We’ve got a lot more to discuss, Pussy. Take her to Lex and the women. We’ve got a meeting to get through first.”
She was lifted out of the chair, and they started walking. Pussy wrapped an arm around her waist, leading her away.
“That was tense, and I couldn’t even see him.” She tried to make light of what happened.
“He shouldn’t worry, and neither should you.”
“The man has a point. I’m not exactly a viable partner for you,” she said.
Pussy stopped. His hands cupped her face. “You’re the only one I want. I don’t care what I’ve got to do. I’m going to protect you, Sasha.”
“I’m not Ashley,” she said.
“I know. You’re the woman I want.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the other women. They’re the old ladies, so they’ll treat you with respect.”
He opened doors for her, being patient as she walked through them.
“I tell you, he talks to me like that again and he can suck his own cock,” Lexie said.
Sasha recognized the woman’s voice and couldn’t help but smile at what she said.
“You do that, Lex. You get him to suck his own cock and film it. It’ll be awesome for us little people to see,” Pussy said, his teasing back in place.
“Shut up, Pussy. You’re going to give him a heart attack with the way you’re acting,” she said. “Hey, I’m Lexie.”
Lexie touched her arm. Pushing her hand out, Sasha gingerly shook the other woman’s hand. “I’m Sasha. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Will you take care of her while we’re in a meeting?” Pussy said.
“Sure thing. I won’t cause any problems if I was you,” Lexie said.
“I never cause any problems.” The hand on her shoulder tightened. “I’ll be back in no time, babe. Lex will take care of you. She takes care of everyone.”
He kissed her temple then left the room. Letting out a breath, she noticed Lexie hadn’t released her hand.
“Come on, sweetie. We’re not going to bite or hurt you.” She tugged on her hand, and Sasha followed her. “Here, there’s a seat.”
Perching on the seat, she tried to think of who was in the room.
“I’m Phoebe, honey. I’m married to Vincent. He runs the strip club in town.”
Sasha nodded, noticing her slightly deeper voice.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.
Running her hands down her thighs, she wondered what they thought of her.
“I’m Judi.” A woman touched her palm. “It’s nice to see Pussy fighting for someone again. Ever since Ashley died, he’s been a little dead inside.”
A sob filled the room.
“That’s Mia. She was best friends with Ashley,” Judi said.
“I’m sorry. Her death is still raw,” Mia said. “I’m with Curse. So, you’re Pussy’s woman.”
“Yes. I mean, I think I’m his woman. He won’t let me return to my parents’ house or at least my mother. It’s a little messed up.” She stopped speaking.
“You can talk all you want here, honey. We’re not going to hold it against you. When I’m alone with Devil tonight I’m going to crush his balls for the way he talked to me,” Lexie said.
Sasha chuckled. “He didn’t sound very nice.”
“He’s a wonderful man. Shit’s happening right now that he can’t control, and it pisses him off.”
“I know what that’s like.”
The women murmured their agreement. Feeling like they understood her, Sasha started to relax. They wouldn’t hurt her. She was safe in the clubhouse with these women.
“Besides, I can’t hurt him too much. I love sex as much as he does. I’d ruin any chance of getting any myself,” Lexie said.
Sasha burst out laughing, loving the woman more. Her voice sounded calm and soothing.
“You evil little shits. Give me back my daughter.”
Frowning, Sasha jerked at the sound. It was Kenneth.
The sound of glass shattering and a groan followed.
“What the fuck?” Phoebe said. “Lexie?”
She couldn’t see or do anything.
“No, I’m fine,” Lexie said, disoriented.
“You’ve just been hit in the head with a brick,” Judi said. “Sit still.”
Doors opened, and Sasha got to her feet, hoping there was something she could do. What could she do? Devil was right. She couldn’t even help Lexie.
Chapter Eight
“We’ve got another shipment of girls to transport to Fort Wills,” Devil said, the instant the door was closed. Pussy fisted his palm. Every time they sat down to a meeting it was about Frederick Gonzalez. The Italian criminal who had his fingers in so many pies, making their lives shit. Though at first he’d mentioned his respect for The Skulls, now, Frederick owned the other biker club as well as Chaos Bleeds.
“We’re not our own club anymore,” Death said. “All we are is a fucking delivery service. Instead of delivering pizza and takeout, we serve pussy to the nation and whatever drug is making the rounds.”
“Our job is becoming too risky. It will only be a matter of time before the Feds get involved. You’ll be seeing Lexie and the kids through a cell, Devil. Something has to give soon,” Ripper said. “The risks are too great.”
Devil rubbed a hand down his face. “Life would be so much easier if we could put a bullet in his head.”
“We can at the right time, in the right moment. Butch beat the shit out of him. What’s to say we can’t push back?” Curse said.
Pussy listened to all of their suggestions.
“Remember what he did as payback,” Snake said. “The entire compound was raided and he got their kids took off them. We’ve got to be smart about this. We can’t rush into anything.”
“I know,” Devil said.
“These girls have got to be the last. I’m sure we delivered a fucking adolescent last time. Shit.” Devil grabbed the paperweight from his desk and launched it across the room.
“We need to work with The Skulls,” Vincent said. “This is not something we can do alone. Frederick has cops, Feds, and I bet even more men on hand to do his work. We do this slowly, and we make sure we’re the ones in control. I’m not risking seeing Phoebe and my boys from a cell. It’s not going to happen, and I’m not spending time in prison with men wanting to make me their bitch.”
Pussy couldn’t argue with the man. “I’m with Vincent. There’s got to be a time and place to do this shit.”
The sound of crashing filled the air. Phoebe’s shout of Lexie’s name had Devil charging out the door. All of t
hem followed their president. One of the windows in the main room was smashed. Glancing down at Lexie, Pussy saw blood spilling down the side of her head. She looked dazed as Phoebe tried to help her up.
Sasha stood looking frustrated and sick. Going to her side, he touched her cheek. She jerked back. “It’s me, baby. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Is Lexie okay? I think she was hurt with a brick, but I can’t be sure.”
“She’s fine.” He didn’t give Lexie a thought as he looked at how shaken up his own woman was.
“Are you sure? I heard Phoebe talk about a brick.”
“I’m fine, Devil. Who was the fucker who threw it?” Lexie said.
“Give me back my fucking daughter now, you sick fucks.”
Pussy recognized that voice. Turning toward the sound of yelling, he saw Kenneth in the parking lot.
“That fucker threw a brick at my woman.” Devil handed his woman to Phoebe.
“Stay with them. I’ll be back in a moment,” Pussy said.
“Don’t let him hurt you,” Sasha called after him.
He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him. Pussy was going to hurt this fucker and enjoy it while it happened.
Devil slammed open the front door to the clubhouse. The sweet-butts were nowhere in sight.
“Who the fuck are you?” Devil asked, shouting the words. He was removing his jacket as he walked.
“Me? I’m the guy who can shut you the fuck down. I want Sasha, and I want her now. I know you filthy fuckers have her.” Kenneth no longer looked like a respectable man. He looked like the evil fucker he was.
An expensive looking car was parked outside the gate. A pretty looking woman was swigging from a bottle of vodka as she looked at Kenneth. She had to be Sasha’s mother. The woman looked scared stiff of this man, but Pussy saw how pretty she was. Both women had been trapped because of Kenneth.
“You think throwing bricks at my fucking clubhouse, at my fucking wife, is going to get you what you want?” Devil asked.
Pussy was waiting for any reason to take this fucker out. He was tired of being ordered around and fucked over. This man had hurt Sasha. He’d blinded her, used her, and now it was time for him to pay the price.
“I don’t give a fuck. Give me back my daughter now,” Kenneth said.