Gazing up at me, her fingers move to my waist, tugging and working on my belt. Easing her struggle, I stand and yank the leather free. She plucks the button and pulls the zipper down. My cock falls forward, heavy with length and girth, finally free from being tucked up against my stomach.
“You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, ever felt...ever sucked,” Chevelle admits, and my chest puffs a bit at the immense compliment.
Her small hands take my shaft, one working up and down, while with her other she lightly scores her nails along the tender flesh. Eventually, she stops at my full nuts. She caresses them and then grazes her nails in a motion that has my gut tightening.
“Fuck!” I gasp, ready to surrender my body to her. “You’re good at that.” My gaze meets hers, and I see power reflecting in her irises. She’s the type of woman to let me think that I have all of the control when in reality it’s hers.
“I haven’t even put your cock in my mouth yet.” She licks her lips, and I groan. I’m a cocky fool to have teased her earlier; now it’s her turn to return the sweet torment.
Pushing my length up, she holds it against my groin with one hand and continues her assault on my balls with her other. Leaning forward, she draws one in her mouth and then switches, sucking the other in as well, swirling her tongue as her nails continue to caress the opposite.
“Fuck a damn peach; you’re a goddess, babe.”
She lifts my heavy sac off to the side and her tongue trails just on the underside of them. The action has me searching for something to grab on to. The sensations are insane. No one—and I mean no one—out of the many women I’ve been with have licked me there. Holy shit!
She sits back and swirls her tongue around the tip of my head. “Beg me,” she orders.
I nearly choke at her command. “W-what?” I stumble like a fucking schoolboy.
She runs her finger under my nuts in the same spot she’d been licking and swirls her tongue around the head again. Shit feels so good, I may black out if she keeps it up.
“I said…” She nips at the tip of my cock, and I nearly come right there. “Beg. Me.”
“Put it in your mouth, please?”
“Hmm,” she hums with a tease and repeats the previous action again.
Precum coats the top of my dick in anticipation, and if she’s this good, I’ll say anything she wants to hear. I may just end up blowing my load all over her face if she keeps toying with me, and I’d rather it be inside her somewhere.
She swipes the head, lapping at the precum and scores her nails under my sac. It’s the breaking point for me. “Please baby, please, just put my cock in your mouth or pussy…somewhere. Let me sink into that tight, wet pussy again.”
Her mouth closes over me, and it’s like being touched by a sex god. The woman swirls her tongue over me repeatedly. One hand works the bottom of my shaft side to side, and her other hand continues to pull and caress my balls.
“Holy shit, Chevelle!” My labored breaths speed up. “If you don’t stop, I don’t think I can hold myself back from coming,” I admit, nearly purring from the sensations in my cock. She’s had my dick in her mouth all of two minutes, and I’m ready to explode.
She doesn’t even hesitate at my words, so I grab two handfuls of her hair and sink down as far as she’ll let me go. Each thrust has her gagging, her throat attempting to close around the head of my shaft. Tears trail over her cheeks, but I don’t break my rhythm. There’s no turning back now. The bitch wanted it, well, she’s getting it.
This is her fault, teasing me to the point of bursting; it makes a man nearly uncontrollable. I’m no different. If anything, I have even less control. My testosterone spirals through me, telling me to own every crevice of her flesh with my essence. She’s mine.
One last pump and I’m shooting off. With a mighty roar that echoes through the room, my come coats the back of her throat. My seed’s thick and warm as she swallows everything I offer. She takes control yet offers me submission all at the same time, and it has me nearly falling to my knees to worship at her feet.
Eventually, my throbbing resides, and I release the beautiful woman waiting patiently on her knees. She sits back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. She’s no doubt pleased with her performance. Hell, I am!
“Feeling better?” She hikes a brow.
I yank her to her feet and return her blistering kiss from earlier. There are no words to fully explain to her how I’m feeling at the moment. Overwhelmed would be one of them, sated, insatiable, hungry, yet full. There are so many conflicting thoughts running rampant in my mind to voice them properly.
“Mmm,” she sighs in my mouth as we part. My lips follow the path of her jaw and down over her throat. I nip and suck, not having enough of her taste. “I should do that more often.”
“I won’t mind, I promise.”
Her laugh’s husky with our passion. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, should we see what we can find to eat?”
“I’m not done with you yet,” I promise and yank her shirt free.
“But you just...you can get it back up that quickly?”
My gaze flicks down, and she follows my stare. My cock hasn’t even budged. I may have just come, but you’d never be able to tell by looking at my length. I grab her around the ribs, under her tits and easily toss her onto the bed. Chevelle’s face flushes with surprise, and I hop in after her.
21. If you don’t look back
at your car after you park it,
you own the wrong car.
- Truth
Everyone’s tense as we pile into church, claiming our usual seats. Viking sent a massive text calling us here immediately.
Blaze shuffles in behind Chaos, the brothers’ hands loaded with various cups and two bottles, one of whiskey, another of moonshine. They sit and pass the cups to the sides, so everyone will have one. We all hurried rather than stopping for a drink like we normally do. I’ve only been here about four months now, but I’m quickly catching on to how things are run around here.
Nightmare lights a smoke and then puts his pack and zippo in the middle of the table. Various brothers reach for it. Smokey grabs it first, taking one, lighting it, and passing it on. Odin’s busily filling his tumbler half full of moonshine when Viking slams the gavel down.
“I called you all here for a reason,” the Prez grumbles, pulling us from the various distractions. “Torch was able to break one of the Iron Fists we collected from The Pit a couple of weeks back.”
We’re so silent, waiting with anticipation that you could hear a pin drop.
“We got a final location. I called up Ruger, and he was able to do a little recon. He confirmed the Fists’ location.”
Nightmare’s fist lands on the table. “Fuck, finally! It’s been three goddamn weeks since they blew up The Pit and I’m sick of fucking waiting.”
Viking nods. “I know brother, I know.”
Saint sits forward, eager. “What’s the plan, Vike?”
He lifts his hands up, conveying we need to chill the fuck out so he can finish speaking. “That’s exactly why I called you in here. We need to all agree on how we want to handle this. Their attacks were personal. Not only have they tormented the other charter, but they targeted you specifically, Night. You’re ol’ lady and your son, Maverick. They hurt my Cinderella, and you all know I will scalp a motherfucker that touches my ol’ lady. I want blood, as I’m sure all of you do. Blaze, they nearly killed you. Hell, they did kill Scot and Bronx. I say we make every last one of those motherfuckers bleed.”
Everyone nods their agreeance, and I speak up. “They targeted Chevelle too, for over a month now. She’s my ol’ lady, and I’ll do whatever I can to make them hurt.”
A few brothers cast surprised glances at me, but I see something only a few had offered me already—respect. Viking meets my gaze. “We can use all the help we can get.”
I take a swallow of the moonshine one of th
e brothers passed to me and then nod. He sets a phone on the table drawing everyone’s attention back to him. We’re forbidden to bring phones in this room, so this’ll be good, I’m sure.
“Spidey wants us to put him on speakerphone when we discuss what our plan is. He and Ruger have been working together on the recon of the Fists for us.” He hits a button and puts it on speaker.
“Yeah?” Spider barks into the phone.
“Spidey,” Viking speaks loudly. “We’re making plans, brother.”
“Bet, I’ve been thinking up scenarios since we last spoke on how to go about hitting all three of their clubs at once. I’m putting you guys on speaker as well. I have Exterminator beside me.”
“All right, what do you have for us?”
“From the cameras Ruger’s set up and Google satellites, I’ve been able to pick up fairly decent images of the buildings and the surrounding areas. When we hang up, I’ll send you an encrypted email with photos. Open it in my room on the blue laptop. It’s secure.”
Viking gestures to Torch, and he nods in agreement. “All right, I’ll have Torch go over it with me when we get out of Church.”
“So, we have a few options, but I’ll bring up the one I think will be the most successful. Oh, first of all, is Ares’ charter going to help out?”
“As far as I know, they are,” Viking mutters. I’ve learned that the Prez is decent friends with the Prez of the other charter about thirty minutes away. I’ve met the brothers from there on a few occasions. They seem like good guys.
“Perfect. So, the Fists have a smaller building that has around ten guys there at any given time. I’m certain this is where they keep the drugs they distribute. I think it would be smartest to have Ares clean up that mess when we hit the others. I’ll hack into one of the military’s drones and use that to take out the other building that houses their weapons. They keep another ten or fifteen guys at that one. I think these spots are more like warehouses that they always keep guarded.”
We all stare at the phone, eyes wide after hearing Spider declare he can hack into military grade weapons. The brothers have told me the guy is smart, but damn, that’s an entirely different level of genius.
He continues. “That’ll leave the main club open for you. The property is surrounded by an electric chain-link fence as the first line of defense. Odin should use his contact at the City and get a dump truck. You can ram through the fence, and a handful of the brothers can safely ride in the back. I’d bring a van to help haul the guys back home or something. If you go with this option, you need to come heavily armed and prepare for a fight. Even taking out the twenty or twenty-five at the other buildings, it leaves behind a good twenty or so at the main club.”
“Christ,” Viking gripes. “That plan actually sounds doable, and we have a chance at minimum injuries or blowback on our members.”
“Exactly,” Spider agrees.
It all sounds a bit nuts to me, but it’s one hell of a plan, that’s for sure.
Nightmare huffs. “I’m having flashbacks of our Mexico trip. Anything inside that fence we need to worry about besides a group of pissed off cunts posed as an MC club?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it must’ve been bad by the ashen tone of his face.
Viking’s mouth drops open, a look I’m not used to seeing from him. Ever. “Fuck, good point, Night.”
Spider speaks up. “No, no, nothing like that. Ruger has been watching the grounds himself and has reported back that there are no animals.”
“Pretty sure I can’t run from another lion again,” Nightmare mutters, and I draw in a quick breath between my teeth. Fucking shit, a lion? No wonder Chicago sent me down here. They obviously think I’m just as wild as these fuckers.
Viking shoots his gaze around the room, landing on each of us. “Anyone else have anything to say?”
Everyone remains quiet.
“Good, then let’s vote and work out the fine details.”
Odin cracks his knuckles and begins. “Everyone in favor of Spider’s plan vote aye. Any nays, offer up an explanation after voting is complete so we can look at other options.”
Each of us agrees, ending with Odin commenting “aye” as well. There’s not much to discuss when a member of the NOMADS talks about blowing up an entire clubhouse with military grade weapons.
“It’s settled then. We’ll go with Spider’s plan unless something comes up and then we’ll improvise. Do not show mercy to any of them. They will all be armed and ready to kill. I suggest you do the same.”
“When will we ride out?” Odin questions and then drinks from his tumbler of whiskey.
“Spider? How much time do you need?” The Prez holds his gavel as he asks.
“An hour, maybe two.”
“I’ll call Ares and we’ll get organized,” he informs us. “Prepare to ride in three days if nothing spooks the Iron Fists.” At that, he slams the gavel down, officially dismissing us.
I think most of us are in shock as we leave the room quietly and head straight for the bar. I’d left Chevelle in my room, asleep. It’s been over a month already since the MC tried blowing up The Pit. She’s remained here with me each night.
We’ve fallen into our own routine of sorts. I usually help her during the day with things at The Pit, and as the evening approaches, we make our way back here. Every night I come in here like a man possessed and tell her she’s mine. I think she’s finally beginning to realize that I mean it, and in return, I’m falling for her a little more each day.
When this is all over with the Iron Fists, I can’t help but hope she’ll stay. I want her safe, but I want her with me even more. I’m selfish, no doubt. And most of all, I’m not ready to give her up. I meant it when I said I want to keep her.
“How was church?” I greet the distracted biker as he enters our room. It was only his before all this began, but I’ve been staying here long enough to claim at least a quarter, if not half of it, as mine.
“Surprisingly productive.” His mouth hikes up into a sexy grin.
“Nice. Anything about The Pit yet?”
His eyebrow skyrockets. He’s already warned me about how he can’t share any biker business with me. “No. But, if all goes right, you’ll have less to worry about.”
I’m surprised he’s admitted as much so easily. I was expecting him to tell me to mind my own business. “So, you’ll finally have me out of your hair, then.”
His grin falls, his forehead wrinkling as his brows furrow. “Uh, no.”
“No?”
He steps closer, pulling me to stand on the bed, so we’re nearly the same height. The man is a freaking tower. I rest my palms on his wide, sturdy shoulders and his hands come to grip my waist. “You think once this is all over with, I’ll up and pop smoke?”
I shrug, my throat growing tight. When did I catch a case of the feelings for this brute?
“Not happenin’, sweetie. I’ll still be there every Saturday night, racing your Camaro and taking home my winnings. Perhaps one day you’ll even get the nerve to race me.”
The snort escapes before I can smother it down. “You won’t win.”
“How do you figure?” His icy irises sparkle at my confidence.
“I don’t lose.” I shrug again, this time feeling a bit cocky.
“Babe...” His voice leaves him in a rasp as he leans in, his whiskey flavored breath warming my lips. “I’ve already won.”
My breaths increase, my chest brushing his deliciously from the movements. I swear when he’s near, I can feel everything. “How do you figure?” I copy him, licking my lips, wanting to close the distance between us, yet I hesitate.
He steps back, and I teeter to catch my balance. He reaches to the chair beside his door and lifts a leather jacket that’s far too small to fit him. Stepping back from me, he twists the jacket around and stretches it, so I can easily read the patch on the back.
“For me?”
He nods, suddenly appearing a little nervous. Not like my alpha biker at all.
“No one’s ever gotten me anything like this before,” I admit. Bringing my hand up to his face, my thumb brushes over his lips. “This kinda makes it official, huh?”
He nods again. “I told you, I’ve already won.”
“You would rather win me?”
“Of course. Nothing could ever compare,” he replies quietly.
“Oh, biker...” I pull him to me, finally planting my mouth on his. I lose myself in the kiss, reveling in the knowledge that to him, nothing compares to me. That knowledge is consuming, knowing that you mean something to that extent to another.
He pulls away to set the jacket beside us, then strips me of my clothes. Leaving me in only my thong, he lifts the jacket again, and I slide my arms in the soft black leather. I've seen his jacket hanging up, and it’s the same as mine, only much bigger.
His desire filled gaze flicks over me. “If I wouldn’t end up killing someone, I’d tell you to stay like that forever.” He rumbles. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier until now.”
His blazing stare has me feeling every bit of it too. He doesn’t want some frilly lingerie, but a scrap of underwear and a jacket with his name on it. Men are so strange and yet easy to please. “You like your name on my back, cupcake?” I ask, coyly.
He straightens up and growls. There are no words involved. Just some primal sound that has him sounding more inhuman than the average male. With one hand he jerks me against his vast chest, my arms flying forward to hold onto him. His lips come back to mine, impatient and needy. His tongue thrusts inside as the fingers on his free hand push my panties aside, finding my pussy in a rush.
He’s nearly frenzied like the first time he took me on the hood of my car. Two fingers fill my center, and I gasp into our kiss as he plunges them deeply into my core. He doesn’t allow me to pull away either, owning every whimper and moan that tries to escape between our lips. His other massive hand grips my ass cheek, keeping me firmly against him.
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