by London Casey
I had no clue.
I kept thrusting at her though. My knees hit the bed and then I climbed up on the bed. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted. Without exiting her, I crawled up the bed even more. When her head was on a pillow, I started to fuck her again. Slowly, I inched away, lifting the top half of my body.
Winter grabbed at my chest, clawing at first, then her hands opening. I was on my knees, fucking her. Watching my cock slide in and out her. Watching her breasts bounce with my movements. All of it added up inside me. My anger, frustration, guilt. My deepest needs that I never thought would be cared for.
That feeling of love raced through me.
Maybe I just loved her pussy. Or her body. Or the moment we were in. She was frail and needed me. That was a turn on.
I gritted my teeth and hissed as the rush started. My balls tightened and I sped up even more. The wild sound of bodies hitting became matched by Winter’s cries of pleasure. My cock finally started to pulse, spilling inside her.
I held her hips tight and pressed deep, holding steady as I came inside her.
With each release inside Winter, her body jumped. She rocked her hips, her sweet pussy squeezing at me, wanting it all. So I gave her all of it, over and over.
There were just too many emotions raging inside me to figure out what the fuck I was doing, why, or if anything could make any kind of sense.
When I finished, I stayed there, with Winter, deep inside her. My stomach touched hers. My hands were tight around the pillows, holding my chest off hers. Our eyes met. Gently, she reached up and touched my face. She pulled at me, bringing me down so I’d kiss her again.
That kiss kept going. Our kiss was hot, wet, sloppy, perfect. Ours heads moved side to side. I nibbled on her lip, tasting her tongue. She did the same to me.
It only took a matter of a few minutes for me to get hard again.
And I started to thrust at her.
Fuck, again.
20.
(Winter)
I woke and wanted everything to be a dream. The fact that I had given everything to Tripp the night before seemed impossible. Nobody knew my secrets. Sarah didn’t even know, and she was kind of my best friend.
Endo had his grip on me for a while. We had been playing a dangerous game that was fun in the beginning, but got old fast. Then I got pregnant. He kept me hidden to keep the pregnancy hidden. The only ones who really knew were Rocky and Stoney. Endo had some deal with them to keep it from Endo’s father.
Who I now knew was Tripp’s boss.
It was a mess to think about. But my mind wouldn’t erase it. Let alone being in that room when they took Autumn from me. I had the chance to kiss her, just once. That warm, small head of hers. There was a sweet smell to her, something I could never find again. She wasn’t exactly ripped from my arms, but taken gently. Yet my heart would beg to differ. My heart was never able to accept it.
Fine, I hated myself for it all. Even if Autumn had the best life in the world, with the best mother and father, it still hurt me. Then again, if my pain and sacrifice was for her, then what more could a mother give a child?
I tried to shut my eyes and chase it away.
The truth was lingering though. Someone wanted to find Autumn. Killing Rocky was part of it. Coming after me? Maybe someone wanted to kill me, but they wanted information first. That was something I didn’t have. My secrets were exposed, the rest of it all in ashes on the floor.
I forced myself to sit up.
The covers inched down my body. I was still naked. That at least made me smile.
The bedroom door slowly opened and I was treated to something sexy.
Tripp, standing with two mugs of coffee.
He was shirtless, leaving my eyes all the time in the world to climb up and down his body. Picking out all the lines and cuts of muscles, miles for my tongue to explore.
If we could survive all this shit.
“Hey, you’re finally awake,” he said.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Well past noon.”
“Oh. Wow.”
I couldn’t have been that surprised. Last time I saw the clock it was past three in the morning and I was rolling off of Tripp. That would have been three of four times we were together before I finally tapped out and had to fall asleep.
My body felt like I had run a marathon. And God help me, I was still warm between my legs. I was still feeling good, because of him.
Tripp climbed onto the bed and handed me a coffee.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I’d make you breakfast but there’s no food. We’ll have to go out and grab something when you get out of bed.”
“Maybe I won’t get out of bed.”
“Good. Don’t.”
“Maybe not forever,” I said with a grin.
Tripp touched my cheek. “We can’t do that, darling. I just want you to know everything you told me last night, it means something to me. I’m sorry if I bullied it all out of you. I had no idea what you were going to say. I mean, I just… I just wanted you to not be involved in all of it.”
“But I am. Something is going to happen to me. To us.”
Tripp nodded. “I’m a fighter, darling. So are you. Just let me get my head around it all and come up with a plan here. It’s a lot to take in.”
I nodded. “I know.”
I leaned up and kissed his chin.
Tripp tugged the sheet down, exposing my breasts. His free hand touched and played, bringing my nipple to an erect state. The palm of his hand moved over my breast, cupping, sending a warm pressure down my body.
“Keep that up and I’m definitely not going to leave this bed.”
“Good point,” Tripp said.
He took his hand away. He sipped the coffee and then anger washed over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“This Skull X group,” he said. “Was Endo involved there?”
“I don’t know. I only saw him with Rocky and Stoney. I’m not even sure the rest of the Red Aces knew Endo. And obviously it was all a secret from your boss. So I don’t know what to think.”
“That’s all family shit,” Tripp said. “Bad family shit. It doesn’t take much for them to kill each other. And depending on what you did depends on if you even get a fucking funeral.”
“Then why are you involved?” I asked. “You’re a good fighter, right? Can’t you do something else? Fight for real?”
“Real? So what I do isn’t real? You and me right now? This isn’t real?”
Tripp moved out of the bed. I grabbed the sheet and tried to go after him, almost spilling coffee on myself.
“Tripp! No. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant like, you know, legal fighting.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “If I tried to leave Aldo, he’d have me killed. Simple as that. Plus, why would I want legit?” Tripp looked back at me. “I like fighting the way I do. Knowing that there’s no rules. Knowing that there’s death waiting. It’s like a drug to me. I told you. I’m no good. I’m street trash. A thug.”
“Stop saying that,” I said. I finally got out of the damn bed. I put my coffee down and walked to Tripp. I let the sheet fall from my body, standing there completely naked. I pressed my breasts to his back and kissed him. “You are nothing bad. You are all good, I swear. I’m sorry I said anything, Tripp. I just want to find an answer out of this.”
Tripp turned and faced me. His hands touched my waist, sending warmth everywhere. “I don’t know if there is an answer, darling. One thing I need to do… I need to talk to Stoney again. I need to get to Skull X and see what they know.”
“They won’t tell you anything. They’ll kill you.”
“They like to fight, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“So do I. I’ll fight it out of them.”
“That’s cocky and cute at the same time,” I said. I dug my hands into his back. “I really like you, Tripp. I mean, aside from you throwing me
into a wall, beating up my best friend’s boyfriend, twice, and me almost getting blown up, hiding in a motel, and confessing everything to you. It’s been… nice.”
“No it hasn’t,” Tripp said. “This situation is bad. But us together. Yeah, that’s nice.”
We kissed. So soft. So romantic.
“I hate to fucking say this,” Tripp said, “but you need to put on some clothes.”
I backed away from him, grinning. I slipped my hands over my breasts and just stood there. Anytime I had to deal with taking my clothes off, I was numb. I taught myself to be numb. It was easier that way. The thing with Tripp though was that he was far too real to feel numb around. I was standing there, touching myself. I felt sexy. Alive.
Even if we were just messing with expiring time.
~
Harlan jumped from the top of a picnic table. He threw a cigarette to the ground and embers danced along the pavement. He blew his smoke with a curled lip. His face was looking better now, but there were still some yellow fading bruises from where Tripp had gotten him.
“Round three?” Tripp asked as he walked by, holding my hand.
“Fuck you,” Harlan said.
He turned and walked away.
I didn’t know how Tripp could walk the way he did. Without fear, worry, even care. I mean, the Red Aces weren’t exactly the biggest MC in the world, but they were powerful. There were bodies of their enemies buried too close for comfort.
Stoney came walking from the back of the compound, wiping his hands with a towel.
“Didn’t expect to see you so soon,” Stoney said. “Figured you’d be making your calls and…”
The second Stoney got within range, Tripp grabbed him by his leather cut. I screamed and watched in horror as Tripp spun Stoney around and put him against a pole that was part of a canopy off the back of the clubhouse.
Stoney put his hands out.
There were ten guys charging toward Tripp, guns drawn, ready to take him out.
“No!” I yelled.
“You’re not going to have to them shoot me,” Tripp said. “So call them off.”
Stoney grinned. “Mind getting your fucking hands off me first?”
Tripp backed away.
One of Rocky’s friends, Pat, put a gun to the back of Tripp’s skull. “Stupid asshole.”
“Pull the trigger,” Tripp said. “Trust me, brother, do it.”
“Brother?”
“That’s good,” Stoney said. “Everyone stand down.” A few seconds later Stoney bellowed, “I said STAND DOWN!”
All the guys backed away and put their weapons away.
“I want everyone inside. This is personal business.”
“Boss,” Pat said. “If he…”
“Pat, get the hell out of my face,” Stoney said. “Or I will shoot you.”
Everyone cleared out.
Tripp looked at me and nodded.
I had no idea what he was planning on doing.
“Did you call Aldo?” Stoney said.
“No,” Tripp said. “You want to be afraid, be afraid. But I need to know what happened.”
“You know,” Stoney said.
“I know about the baby. What happened with Endo.”
Stoney looked at me, eyebrow raised. “Fuck.”
“Endo is in a coma right now,” Tripp said. “Someone tried killing him. They shot him.”
“What?” Stoney asked.
“If Skull X wants the baby, well, the kid, and is going after who knows… it’s not making sense to me, Stoney. Your hands aren’t as clean as you think, are they?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Stoney asked. “Rocky was my best friend. He was like my brother. He insisted on pushing on them.”
“Why?”
“Personal.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Before Winter, there was a woman Rocky loved. Skull X took her out, okay? He always wanted revenge.”
“What does that have to do with Endo?”
“Rocky and Endo were close,” Stoney said. He looked at me again. “For obvious reasons. Maybe Rocky tried pulling Endo into something. All I know is that Rocky was on his own at the end there. He wouldn’t listen to me. We got into a fight, he took off, and he never came back again. I should have never let him leave alone. And I knew he was going to go right to them.”
Tripp shook his head. “It’s not adding up. Give me a contact for Skull X. I’ll go up there.”
Stoney laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t go near them. They’ll tear you apart.”
“I have fists. I know how to fight. I’ll go up there and challenge them.”
“And say what? You tell them who you are, you’re dead.”
“I’ll stumble across them.”
“Talk sense into him,” Stoney said. He started to move away.
Tripp lunged forward. “Hey, I’m not done with you yet.”
Stoney shook away and turned, a gun in his hand, right between Tripp’s eyes. “I’ll tell you the same damn thing I told Rocky before he left. If you go near them, they will kill you. I won’t be held responsible for any of it.”
“Tripp, come on,” I said. “Don’t…”
“How can call yourself a leader when you’re afraid?” Tripp asked. “All those men in there ride behind you, fight for you, and you can’t even fight for them?”
“I’m protecting them,” Stoney said. “Just like you should be protecting her. If Skull X is going after everyone involved with that kid, Winter is going to be next. Mark my word. She will be next.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No,” Stoney said. “I don’t threaten. I take action.”
Tripp took a step back and turned. It was risky to turn your back on the Red Aces MC President.
I walked alongside him as we walked back to his car. It was a quiet walk. We were both tired from last night, and I knew in both our hearts were desperate to make sense of everything that had gone wrong.
But life was never that easy.
We got into his car and he backed up.
Stoney was no longer in sight.
“This is all wrong,” Tripp said. “I just have a feeling about it. Something is going to happen.”
Before I could open my mouth, a black car pulled up behind us, blocking our way out. The passenger door flew open and a man in a suit came out.
“Ah, fuck,” Tripp growled.
“What is it?”
He looked at me. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Darling, listen to me. Take my car back to your place. Park it around back. Go inside, lock the doors, leave all the lights off. Just hang. For as long as you can.”
“Tripp!”
The man opened the door and got out. I turned to watch what was about to happen. Tripp showed his hands and started to say something. The big man in the suit then punched Tripp in the stomach and threw him into the side of the car. Tripp ricocheted back and the guy caught him. He opened the back door and tossed Tripp inside. He slammed the door, got back into his seat, and the car drove away.
What the fuck just happened?
21.
(Tripp)
This was how it was going to go down. Something had gone wrong and my number was called. I shouldn’t have pushed and poked into Winter’s personal life. Now I knew too much or I did something to trigger something and I was a dead man.
I was huddled on the floor of the car, a gun pressed to the back of my head. A foot on my back. I was a bitch right now. There was no way in hell I was going out like this.
I put my hands to the floor of the car and pushed up.
“Hey, motherfucker, stay down!”
I made a quick move, throwing my right arm up and around, grabbing the guy’s ankle. I locked, twisted, and felt a pop sound. The guy let out a scream and the gun dropped, hitting me in the back.
I got up quick, pulling him by his ankle, putting him down on the floor. That’s when I unleashed punch after goddamn punch, g
ut, chest, face. Gut, chest, face. Gut. Chest. Face.
My body raged with an anger that was fresh, hungry for blood. I put my left hand to his chest and held him down. My right hand came back and punched at him over and over, not giving a damn about anything.
“Jesus Fuck!” someone screamed.
I felt something touch the side of my head.
Another gun.
I turned and saw the guy that had first hit me. “You’re next.”
“Like hell I am. You need to sit down.”
I fell back to the seat, breathing heavily.
“Jesus, Emilio,” the guy said. “Are you dead?”
The guy on the floor gurgled something as his lips moved.
“We have to get him to a hospital.”
“Give it time,” I said. “Then you can just take him to the morgue.”
“You’re a crazy motherfucker, man.”
“Where’s Aldo?” I asked.
“Waiting for you. We have to be secure about this. There’s risk.”
“There’s risk just sneaking up on me like that,” I said. “And you left Winter alone.”
“I’m not at liberty to talk,” the guy said and turned around.
The guy on the floor was wheezing now. I reached down and lifted him, grunting as I turned him.
“There,” I said. “So the blood flows out. You might survive.”
I sat back and caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. I was smiling. Smiling. Why? Because I had just beaten some guy half to death for no real reason? My smile faded. This was why Winter shouldn’t have been near me. We shouldn’t have slept together (over and over and over again). She shouldn’t have shown me pictures or anything.
I was in too deep.
Aldo probably knew it.
The car stopped and I was led into the back of a warehouse. It was some kind of storage center, no doubt a front for Aldo and his business connections. For every one legit storage unit rented, there was probably ten with bodies or stolen shit inside.
There were two men guarding the main office door. They frisked me, took my gun, and then opened the door.
And there he was.
Aldo.
Leaning against a desk, arms folded.
The office looked like any other normal office.