“You passed out. Shock,” Preppy said. “I carried you back.”
“You’re not hurt?” I said, pointing to a cut on his chest that was still seeping blood.
Preppy shook his head. “The only thing that would have hurt me is losing you.”
“Me too,” I said, feeling the tears welling up again. I felt an itch on the back of my neck and went to scratch it, finding some sort of gauze taped to my skin. “What is this?” I asked, scratching over the wrap.
“Don’t,” Preppy said, gently grabbing my wrist, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. “It’s just a cut. You needed a few stitches is all. You don’t wanna rip them out. Stitches suck a lot more when you’re conscious.” He set my hand down on the bed and laced his fingers with mine, and I felt myself relax, my shoulders fell, and my guard came tumbling down.
Preppy stroked my arm as he talked, trailing his fingers up and down my skin. “Thought I lost you.” He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Again.”
“Nah. Can’t get rid of me that easily,” I said, leaning into his touch. “Who do you think could have done this?” I asked.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. I talked to King and Bear, and the only thing we can come up with is that Bear’s been diving heavily into trying to find out who might have been working with Chop to cover up that I was alive. People in the morgue, coroners, doctors, nurses. Shit, even the people at the funeral home.”
“So you think it could be someone who thinks Bear’s getting too close to the truth?” I asked.
“Maybe, but it still doesn’t make sense why they’d come for you and not directly for me. The other theory is that it could just be someone who doesn’t like that I’m up and breathing again and wants to get to me through you, although I’m a fairly amazing person so I have no fucking clue who that could be. We’re looking into everyone. Including Kevin.”
“Your brother?” I asked.
“Let’s face it, Doc. He did just kind of come out of nowhere and I still don’t really know what he’s all about. I’m going to spend some more time with him. Find out what his story is,” Preppy said. Preppy’s eyebrows turned inward, creases in his forehead deepened. “Dre look. I’m so fucking sorry…”
“No,” I interrupted him. “You stop that. I could have lost you too. I can’t do that again do you hear me? I can’t.”
Preppy stood and leaned over me until I was forced to lie back onto the mattress, his hands on both sides of the bed. He looked angry when he said, “I’ll never leave you, and you’ll never leave me. Is that understood?”
“It is,” I said.
The air between us grew thick. I reached out and wiped the blood from the scrape on his chest with my finger. The drop was bigger than I’d thought. It ran down into the lines of my palm, painting the flesh of my hand with his blood.
I glanced back up where the blood had now pooled around one of Preppy’s hard nipples. I pressed my thighs together, ignoring the soreness and pain radiating from my legs and focusing instead on the feral way Preppy’s nostrils flared as he glanced at his blood on my hand.
He then followed my gaze to his chest.
My skin flushed, and I suddenly felt light-headed.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I reached out to touch him again but pulled back when I realized I was trembling.
“Shit,” Preppy swore when he noticed the blood pouring out in a slow but steady stream. He looked from the scratch to me. Neither one of us made a move to clean the blood off ourselves or one another, just continued to stare at one another.
My mouth grew dry.
I couldn’t say the same for my panties.
Preppy breathed in deep. A growl erupted from deep within his throat, a sound that made my entire body hum with awareness. He grabbed two fistfuls of my shirt and tore it open, sending buttons careening around the bed and onto the floor.
“That was your shirt,” I pointed out, breathing heavily. My face flushed and my cheeks grew hot.
Preppy raked his gaze over my exposed breasts and hardened nipples, and I felt my body come alive under his inspection. “I don’t fucking care,” he said. “I’d tear every fucking shirt I ever had to shreds for this. I’d walk around shirtless every single day just to see you like this for one fucking second.”
Preppy lifted his eyes from my body and our gazes locked.
One heartbeat.
Two.
Then all holy hell broke loose.
Preppy’s mouth came crashing down over mine as the dam built out of concern for one another’s well-being broke apart, flooding the air around us with pure unbridled lust. The want and need to feel connected took precedence over everything including breathing. Our tongues collided and tangled. I fisted a handful of his hair and tugged him closer. We couldn’t get close enough fast enough.
Not then.
Not ever.
Preppy reached around my back and lifted my hips so that my core was flush against his hardness under his pants. I moaned when I felt his heat through the fabric. He grabbed the underside of one of my thighs, kneading it with his hands before forcing my legs around his waist.
We rocked against one another. Writhing. Moaning. Desperate to feel something that wasn’t dread or relief.
Alive.
And no one walking the earth had ever made me feel alive the way Preppy did.
I reached between us and unbuttoned his khakis. He pulled his hips back briefly so I could shove his pants and boxers down over the perfect globes of his ass to the floor. He kicked them off his feet and was right back on me where we’d left off. His lips against mine. His cock up against my opening with only the fabric of my panties separating us.
Preppy released my mouth to suck one of my stiffened peaks of my nipple into his mouth, lapping it with his tongue while he dug his fingers into the cheeks of my ass. I writhed against him until I swore if he kept going I could’ve come just from the friction of his cock against my panties.
“Fuck this, I need you, Doc. I need you now,” Preppy demanded. His voice deep and hoarse. He didn’t bother taking off my panties. There was no time for that. We were frantic with need. He hooked two fingers around the soaking wet fabric and pulled it to the side as he lined up the massive head of his cock with my pussy. The feeling of the hot silky skin of his hardness right at the place I needed him most sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
I shivered.
“Yes. Now. I need you NOW,” I said, my insides contracting around emptiness, desperate to be filled.
Preppy fisted his cock. He moved so quick that by the time he was surging forward, his lips were already back on mine. His tongue seeking mine as his cock sought a different kind of entrance, stretching and filling me each glorious inch by inch until I was incoherently moaning his name into his mouth, rolling my hips to accommodate more of his massive size. Each movement of my body eliciting another spark of need.
Pleasure so great it fucking hurt. A beautiful kind of pain I never wanted to stop feeling.
“Fuck,” Preppy groaned, pulling his lips from mine to look down to where we were connected. He pulled out slightly only to surge back in. Harder. Deeper. “Goddamn it, Dre. So fucking good. Every fucking time.” He pulled back again and pushed his hips forward, mumbling swears while he repeated this motion until he fully seated himself inside me. The sweet stretching sensation caused my inner walls to tighten around his shaft. We both gasped at the sensation.
The cut on his chest hadn’t stopped bleeding, only now the blood started dripping off his nipple onto my stomach. The friction of our bodies rubbing against one another loosened the bandage on my thigh, smearing fresh pink against Preppy’s hands and forearms as he used my body as leverage. His own blood dripped steadily from his nipple with each hard thrust, splattering against my breasts, painting my pale skin in a tattoo of red swirls and smears.
We didn’t stop.
We couldn’t stop.
Shit, a train c
ould’ve derailed and careened through the fucking window, and we still would have kept going. Maybe because in a way, Preppy and I were our own train. And if we were going to derail, we were going to do it together, connected, with each other’s names on our lips.
His thrusts became even more powerful. More demanding.
So did his words.
“You’re never leaving me. Say it. You’re never fucking leaving me,” Preppy ground out.
I wanted to say the words back, but I was literally being fucked senseless. I began to see stars. Brief flashes of white light as he fucked the words into my heart the same way he was fucking my pussy.
Passionate. Relentless. Rough. Frenzied.
We were all of that and more.
So much more.
Preppy pushed my arms up over my head and held my wrists together as he brutally pounded me with his monster cock. Over and over again he punished me and pleasured me. Keeping me on the brink of ecstasy.
I barely registered the pain shooting from my lower back when I lifted my hips to meet his strokes. Our fucking had become wild and reckless. Any sort of rhythm fell by the wayside as we raced down a path where only primal, raw FUCKING would do.
Faster and faster he fucked me. Each push in and pull out resulted in an excruciating amount of pure pleasure coursing through me. I screamed out his name when it became too much and not enough all at the same time. “Preppy. Preppy!” With each use of his name, my cries became louder and louder until I was sure I was screaming in his ear.
“Don’t ever fucking leave me!” Preppy repeated. “Look at me, Doc, watch me come for you.”
As if I could tear my eyes away from him. There was a beauty in the way the cords of his neck tightened. The way his teeth gnashed together. There was a beauty in him.
Preppy’s cock throbbed inside me, and I moaned long and loud as he stroked the sensitive spot on the front side of my inner walls over and over again. His lips parted. The muscles in his shoulders and biceps strained. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running from his temple down the colorful tattoos adorning his neck.
He kept his gaze locked on mine and didn’t so much as blink as he came, groaning my name through his release, spurting hot streams of his release within me. Making me his all over again.
I opened my mouth to try and tell him the words he’d wanted to hear, that I was never going to leave, but I couldn’t because his final thrust triggered my own orgasm, interrupting any coherent thoughts I might have had, sending me into a twisting tailspin of pure pleasure.
I arched my back off the bed, dug my fingers into Preppy’s perfect ass, and shamelessly ground myself against him, riding out the jolts of blinding bliss that left me shaking from the magnitude and force of which I came.
When I could focus again, I opened my eyes and noticed Preppy’s head resting against my chest. His arms around my waist. I ran my hand through his hair and down the side of his face and was surprised when I felt wetness on my fingertips.
Preppy glanced up at me, a tear stain on his one cheek, the blood from my chest smeared across the other.
I coughed when my heart skipped a beat, shocked by an electrical jolt of awareness and emotion. I grabbed his face in my hands and finally responded to his earlier demand. “Samuel Clearwater, I promise I’ll never leave you,” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my limbs. “I love you.”
Preppy closed his eyes. A lazy, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He dropped his head back onto my chest. “Love doesn’t even begin to cover it, Doc,” Preppy said, followed by a yawn.
My heart swelled in my chest. I smiled dreamily and continued to run my hands through Preppy’s hair until we both drifted off.
We slept late into the morning and would have slept even later if we hadn’t been woken up by the sound of a gun blast.
4
Preppy
“Shit!” Dre shouted, leaping from the bed.
I was thrown from her body, which I was using as the most comfortable pillow I’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping on, falling ungracefully to the floor in a flailing pile of my own naked limbs. “You want it rough, baby you got it,” I mumbled, still half asleep.
“What?” Dre asked.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring into my woman’s beautiful dark gaze, which looked very confused. “What exactly is going on? You trying to beat me up in my sleep? ‘Cause that hardly seems fair,” I said groggily, rubbing my eyes and appreciating the fact that Dre was crouched on the floor naked, her pert little ass in the air, still covered in streaks of blood which were now dry. A beautiful reminder of how we’d spent our time before passing out from exhaustion.
“I think someone’s firing out there,” Dre whispered, crouching down behind the bed next to me. A familiar boom came from outside the window. “See! That sound. There it is again.”
“Nobody’s firing at us,” I said, pulling my woman across my lap. I stood up, dragged her up with me. I positioned her so she could see out of the window down to the driveway below where the very old brown beater I expected to see came rolling up the driveway. The booming sounded again, this time a small poof of fire and smoke from the exhaust pipe accompanied it.
Dre’s shoulders instantly relaxed. “Who is that?” she asked, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look.
I stood behind her admiring her ass and shapely legs. Realizing I hadn’t answered her she went to turn around to face me, but I pinned her in place, wrapping my arms around her waist and settling my chin on her shoulder. I pointed to the driver’s side door, which had just opened. “That,” I said. “Is called a piece of shit car.” Kevin got out and lit a cigarette. “And that, as you already know, is my little brother.”
“Why is he here?”
“I called him. He’s been hinting about wanting to work for me,” I told her. “So I told him to meet me here.”
Dre turned in my arms and raised her eyebrow at me.
“There’s no better time than the present to figure out if your family is out to kill your wife,” I explained. “Might as well get it over with now.”
Before we get too close.
“So, what exactly do you plan on doing?” Dre asked like she knew there had to be more to the story. And she was very right. There was. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her nose into my chest. My cock, all too aware of her naked thighs lightly brushing against him, began to jump to attention.
Dre looked down between us to my fully hard cock. She licked her lips and shot me a questioning look. “Don’t blame me. When you walk by the family dog and pat him behind the ears he’s going to lift his head for attention.”
Dre laughed followed by a squeal when I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her back onto the bed. Her tits bounced as she settled into the pillows. I crawled up onto the bed and in one quick motion flipped her onto her stomach. I ran my hand down her back to the crack of her ass and back up again.
“So,” she said, her cheeks reddening when I dipped my fingers even lower into the crease. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?” I asked, focused on her glistening pussy, already wet for me.
“Kevin. You want to learn more about him. You invited him here. I asked you what exactly you planned on doing with him,” she finished. I smacked her ass cheek and she dropped her head, groaning into the pillow.
“Kevin wants in on the family business,” I said, tracing the red mark I’d just made on her perfect ass. She glanced over her shoulder and I flashed her a sly smile. “So I’m gonna show him the family business.”
I pushed her thighs apart with my knee and fisted my cock, pushing into her tight wet heat. “But Kevin can wait,” I groaned, my eyes practically crossing at how good her pussy felt wrapped around me. “There’s something else I have to do first.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, pushing back against me. I could practically feel her smile in her voice. “What would that be?”
I thrust hard, pushin
g my hips forward until I was buried inside of her magical pussy as deep as her body would allow. “You.”
A half an hour later I emerged from the house and gave running high-fives to The LAWLESS MC bikers standing guard on each side of the doorway. I hopped down the porch steps three at a time to meet Kevin.
“You’ve got blood on your neck,” Kevin pointed out.
I shrugged and made no point to wipe it off. My inner schoolboy was dying to divulge every single detail of the fuck-fest Dre and I had ourselves that morning to Kevin. However, my inner adult, which I didn’t know I had until recently, quickly reminded me that Dre was my wife. A feeling of possession like I’d never known took over. MINE. MINE. MINE. Ran across my brain like a stock market ticker. Shouty-caps and all.
I scowled at Kevin as if he had been standing there watching us fuck or could somehow see her naked inside of my brain.
“Uh, you sure you want to do this today?” Kevin asked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his board shorts. “I mean, after all that went down last night.”
I twirled my keys in my hand. “Listen man, life is short. Nobody knows that better than me. We gotta seize the day. Carpe the diem while we still have diem’s to carpe and all that shit.” I waved my hand around in the air. “Besides, got the bikers keeping an eye on the family, so all is good for now. We won’t be too long.” I looked up to the window on the third story and caught a curtain of shining black hair wrapped in a sheet turning away from the window.
“She’s fucking hot, dude,” Kevin said, staring up at the same empty window.
“She is,” I agreed, slapping him on the back and digging my fingers roughly into his shoulder as I led him over to Bear’s van. “Touch her and I’ll slice both your fucking hands off. Mmm…kay?”
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