Abe (Marked Skulls MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  When I pulled my mouth away from her, she was panting hard. Her green eyes were wide and hungry, she’d forgotten about her threat to kill me. Right now we were nothing but two bodies desperate to be inside each other.

  I pulled her back to me by her waist and undid the buttons of her jeans. She wrapped her arms around my neck, rubbing her fingers through my short buzz-cut hair. I pulled her jeans down, then her panties and my fingers found her wet juicy pussy.

  Alexis moaned, throwing her head back with pleasure as my fingers rubbed against the slit of her engorged pussy. Her clit was throbbing and raw and I stroked it hard, leaning my face into hers. She had pressed her eyes close, facing the ceiling and little pleasured moans escaped her lips with every stroke of my fingers.

  I wanted her to come. I wanted her to be helpless in my hands and see for herself what I was capable of doing to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, I whipped her around. She gasped as she fell back into me, her precious little butt pushed against my thighs. She was naked from the waist down and dripping wet between her legs.

  I stretched one arm over her torso, keeping her pinned to my chest by pressing down on her neck. She rolled her hips, grazing her bare ass against my legs. I knew she could feel my growing erect cock tenting in my jeans, she rubbed herself against it, holding my thighs for support.

  My other hand trailed down her breasts, down her belly to that spot between her legs again. Alexis moaned and then spread her legs, just like I wanted her to.

  My back was against crates of bottles, and I had her pinned to myself. She was breathing hard, holding on to me while she faced forward. I breathed into her ear, I could smell the sweet fruity smell of her shampoo, her silky red hair was in my nostrils, in my eyes.

  With her legs spread out like that, there was only one thing for me to do. My fingers found her pussy again and I started rubbing.

  Alexis yelped, while I stroked her engorged clit roughly. She had bunched up my jeans, holding me tightly while her body shook with waves of pleasure.

  “Oh my God!” she moaned over and over again, while my fingers rubbed her clit in a quick motion. She was moving her body, rolling her hips, giving in to the pleasure of having my fingers on her wet pussy.

  I could feel the sweet juicy stickiness of her on my fingers and I slipped my forefinger into her folds. She moaned louder, throwing her head back, resting it on my right shoulder. I started pumping my finger into her, sliding it in and out of her wet swollen folds.

  “I’m not going to stop till you come for me,” I growled into her ear and she opened her eyes. We were looking at each other, her mouth was hanging open, her wide green eyes were glazed over. She licked her lips and gulped, while her body shook with the rhythm of my finger thrusting in and out of her pussy.

  “I’m coming,” she said meekly, like she was coming against her will and I increased the speed of my pumping. I rubbed her clit, sliding my finger in and out of her pussy till I felt her juices dribble out of her folds. Alexis shook with her orgasm, pressing her eyes close and moaning loudly. I held her in place with my arm still wound around her breasts till her breathing subsided, and she stopped shaking.

  The moment her orgasm relaxed, she wriggled out of my grasp and sprang away from me. My cock was still rock-hard and throbbing in my pants. It had to be my turn now. I wasn’t going to be satisfied till I had emptied myself in her, but Alexis looked angry. Sense had returned to her. Her pale cheeks looked pink with rage.

  “This was a mistake!” she hissed, picking up her panties and jeans from the floor. I watched her with heavy breaths, my eyes narrowed and hungry for her beautiful petite body.

  She was fucking changing her mind! I wanted to punch something.

  “I need to get out of here,” she barked, slipping her jacket back on her shoulders again. Back to being fully dressed now, she stood glaring at me, running her hand through her hair to settle it back down.

  “Go if you want to, I’m not going to stop you,” I said and wiped my fingers down my jeans. She watched the motion and gulped, slowly looking back into my eyes again.

  “I came here to tell you to please leave my brother alone,” she said and her voice wavered a little now. I straightened up, squaring my shoulders. My cock was still throbbing angrily, my frustration was mounting.

  “And why should I do that?” I asked her and Alexis shook her head.

  “Because I’m begging you to,” she exclaimed and I saw a change in the look on her face. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears, but she gathered herself in time.

  She rushed past me, swinging the door open and banging it shut behind her. I was alone in the storeroom, imagining her body in my arms, how sweet that release would feel if I had my cock inside her.

  “Fuck!” I growled and smashed my fist into the wall.

  Chapter 8

  Alexis

  When I returned to the apartment, Oz was already asleep. All the lights were switched off and there was no deafening music playing in his room.

  I sat down with a thump on the couch, feeling exhausted—in both my body and my soul. I kept sitting in the dark like that, thinking about everything that had happened.

  What Abe had said to me in the storeroom had struck a chord. What was the real reason why I had gone to see him? I couldn’t even answer that question honestly in the privacy of my own thoughts. What did I think I was going to change? Killing him was an empty threat; we all knew that I wasn’t capable of that. Abe barely even knew me, and he already knew I wouldn’t be able to follow through with that threat. So, why had I gone looking for him?

  It had felt good being with him. He knew exactly what to do to my body to make me come like a switch had gone off in me somewhere. I could still feel the rush of that orgasm coursing through my veins. I could feel his fingers on my clit, in my pussy…and I pressed my thighs together tightly.

  I should have pushed him away, I should have walked out of that storeroom before he kissed me. But once his lips met mine, I was helpless, it was like I was living a deep suppressed fantasy. Being with the bad-boy.

  I shook my head and tried to drive those thoughts away. Abe, and every other guy like him was bad news. I needed someone like Joshua, but why hadn’t I gone out with him for the past year since I’d known him? What was stopping me from being with him? It was obvious that he wanted to be with me, he would have jumped at the opportunity of an actual date.

  And yet, I had kissed a guy I just met, I’d allowed him to strip me down and tease my pussy till I came like an explosion in his hands. Why had I done that to myself? When I knew that there was no chance for us.

  I stretched myself out on the small couch, staring up at the dark ceiling. I thought I had gone to the bar because I could change Abe’s mind about Oz, but I had done the exact opposite—this was like a game to him. He was even more determined to get to my brother now.

  Men like him; they didn’t care how many families they ruined by luring an impressionable young boy into their group. I could have burst into tears, fallen at his feet and begged him to spare my brother—and he wouldn’t have batted an eyelid. He knew he was powerful in this city, he knew he had violence and strength and money on his side; and my pleas wouldn’t have made a difference to him.

  I gulped, feeling hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. I should have moved us out of this neighborhood right after mom died. I shouldn’t have allowed Oz to spend one extra day in this neighborhood, or given him the opportunity to get involved with the Romanos or any of the others. It was all my fault!

  Now that he had a powerful MC member like Abe on his side, I wasn’t going to be able to stop Oz from getting involved in the same violent life that my dad had gotten into. He’d died in a shootout when I was seventeen, but Oz was too young, only ten, and he didn’t remember the death. He didn’t know how much our dad had put at stake just so he could live that life. Our dad had driven mom to alcoholism, he had killed her and ruined our lives. And now his son wanted
to live that life too and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

  I dragged myself off the couch and went to my bedroom. I needed to take a shower, I needed to get that strong masculine scent of Abe off my body.

  I stood for ages under the warm spray of the shower, keeping my hands on the wall for support…wishing our lives could be different.

  For starters, I wished I wasn’t so attracted to him…that I wasn’t attracted to the very kind of men who I despised, who I was trying to keep my brother away from.

  I could feel his hands on me, his tongue down my throat, the way he held me close to himself. Abe was strong, muscular and rough and in his arms, I had felt safe…even though I knew that he led a dangerous life.

  The more I thought about him, the more I was turning myself on. With the water coursing down my body, my hands drifted to the spot between my legs where his fingers were. I rubbed my clit, feeling it beginning to swell with desire again.

  I pictured his wide shoulders, his deep blue eyes staring into my face, his lips that were surprisingly soft, so delicious to kiss.

  With a jerk, I moved my hand away from myself, my eyes flew open. What was I doing? I was fantasizing about the man I wanted to hate!

  I stepped out of the shower quickly and dried myself. I felt like I was going insane. I changed into my pajamas and slid into the cold bed, my childhood bed, and tried to get to sleep.

  I wasn’t going to be able to keep Abe away from Oz, I was powerless against him. But, I was still his sister and I knew that Oz loved me, so my only option now was to keep working on him. Hopefully, I would be able to change his mind before it was too late.

  Chapter 9

  Abe

  A week later, Lila and I were spending the day at the garage; working on the cars that needed to be fixed. Lila had worked at the garage ever since she was a kid, Fred and Lewis had shown her the ropes but they weren’t expert mechanics. It was only after I had joined the MC and taught her everything I knew, that she turned into a real gear-head, just like me.

  Now the garage was a side business, not the real money maker but for Lila and myself, it was more of a hobby. It was where we spent the day when we wanted to relax.

  We were taking a break, lounging on broken patio chairs that were leaning against the rusty shutters of the shop. Lila had a bottle of lemonade in her hand and I had a can of beer and a cigarette between my fingers. The radio was blasting some stupid pop song beside us, and Lila was subconsciously humming along with it.

  My mind was drifting in and out of thoughts about Alexis. Her bright red hair, her pale smooth skin, how soft the insides of her thighs were, how tight and small her pussy had felt. I had been minutes away from having my cock inside her and she had snatched that opportunity away from me and now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop imagining her face over and over in my head, when she had been close to tears, when she’d begged me stay away from her brother. If I listened to her, if I didn’t go after Oz; it would be a sign of weakness. Since when had I started letting a woman dictate my life?

  Lila looked over at me abruptly, interrupting my thoughts.

  “Abe, who was that girl who turned up at T-Bone that night?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. Lila was like a sister to Rodeo and me, she was one of the boys, our best friend…but there was no way I was spilling my real thoughts on Alexis to her. She was all messed up in my head and I’d spent the whole of the week trying to get her out of there.

  “Nobody, just some girl I know,” I said and took a drag of my cigarette. Lila squinted her eyes at me, like she didn’t believe a word of what I was saying.

  “She said something about her brother and then you picked her up and took her to the storeroom. Didn’t seem like a nobody-relationship to me,” Lila said and took a sip of her lemonade. I shrugged my shoulders and flicked some cigarette ash off my knee.

  “Yeah, I know her brother, she was mad at him for something. She just needed someone to knock some sense into her,” I said, keeping my face averted from Lila.

  She turned in her chair to look at me squarely and I looked back at her, challenging her to say something…to ask the real question here. Was there something going on between us? But she didn’t, she changed her mind about it. Instead, she hopped on to another topic I wanted to avoid.

  “What’s up with Vanity? She seems to be spending a lot of time with us at the bar,” she said, still eyeing me curiously.

  “I’ve been fucking her for a few months, that’s all,” I replied and took another drag, blowing smoke out in a cloud in front of my face.

  “So, is she your girl now?” Lila asked and I whipped my head around to glare at her.

  “You suddenly gone nuts? No, Lila, she’s just a girl I’m fucking,” I barked and emptied the remaining beer down my throat and crushed the can in my hand.

  “She seems to have other ideas. The other night, she was telling Jordan and myself how you kicked one of her customers out of her apartment. She’s sure you have feelings for her,” Lila said and I breathed in and shook my head.

  “Who gives a shit what Vanity thinks?” I growled and Lila nodded her head gently.

  “Yeah, because you know better than to fall for a girl like her. She’s trashy and a cheat, Abe, you know that right?” Lila continued and I clenched my jaws. The last thing I needed was to be discussing Vanity, when my head was still filled with thoughts of Alexis.

  “I keep her around because it works for me. No strings attached, and she’s fucking crazy in bed,” I said, forcing a smile on my face for Lila’s sake. It was true, my relationship with Vanity worked because she didn’t have any expectations from me, or at least pretended like she didn’t…as for how good she was in bed, had changed recently. No woman’s body had felt as electric as Alexis’ did.

  Lila grinned and nodded her head.

  “I will never understand men and their cocks,” Lila shook her head and sighed and I chuckled.

  “It’s quite simple, Lila, let me explain it to you…” I said, laughing and she slapped me hard on my arm.

  “Shut up!” she squealed, and we were laughing when Rodeo rode in on his bike, parking it in front of us.

  “Why aren’t you two lazy fucks working?” he asked, getting off his bike and walking to us.

  “I single handedly get more done around here than the whole MC combined,” Lila said, rolling her eyes and Rodeo stopped in front of us, pulling out a packet of his own cigarettes.

  “It’s what we let you think, because you’re daddy’s pampered princess,” Rodeo said, as he lit his cigarette and Lila kicked at him with her feet.

  “Okay, princess, now scram. I need to talk to Abe and I need that chair,” Rodeo said and Lila pouted her mouth at him.

  “You can say it to him in front of me!” she argued and Rodeo shook his head.

  “Lewis’ express orders, none of the women should be involved in business. So, go, now!” Rodeo raised his voice in mock-anger and Lila rolled her eyes before she got up and walked away.

  “And I better not find you listening, or I’m going to have to tell Girth to keep you locked up in that house of yours,” Rodeo called after her and we could hear her mumbling as she walked away.

  We shook our heads at each other, and Rodeo sat down on the chair, picking up Lila’s discarded bottle of lemonade from the floor.

  We both sat there smoking our cigarettes for a few moments, we hadn’t really spoken just the two of us since that day of Church when he’d fought openly against my idea.

  “Look, brother, I was just trying to watch out for us,” he broke the silence and I nodded my head.

  “Yeah, I get it but I really think we need to step up. We’re fucking stagnating here, being too pussy to lift some heavy weights,” I said and Rodeo sat back in the chair and sighed.

  “You know the Garcia brothers?” he asked and I looked at him with confusion. They were contacts we had in Cuba, and we hadn’t heard from them in years.

  “Yea
h, what about them?” I asked and Rodeo smoked some more.

  “I just got a call from one of their associates, saying that they need some men here who they can trust,” he continued.

  “What for?”

  “For a shipment of weapons, and I’m talking…a big shipment,” he stated and we stared at each other in silence.

  I clapped my hands together, standing up from the chair.

  “This is what I’m talking about. We need to be those men the Garcias can trust!” I shouted and Rodeo was thinking.

  “We don’t have the means yet, man. If we start working with the Garcias right now, The Dark Legion and The Hell’s Drifters are going to rain hellfire on us,” Rodeo said and I grabbed his arms and shook him.

  “Listen to yourself, brother! This is our opportunity to enter the big league. This has fallen on our laps and we need to fucking go for it, man!” I said with a laugh and Rodeo ran a hand through his hair.

  “How are we going to handle the other MCs? They’re not going to be pleased if we start encroaching in their territory”

  “We’ll handle it. We’ll recruit. I already have a kid in mind to join the team,” I replied and Rodeo shook his head.

  “I don’t know man, this is all happening too fast,” he said and I glared at him.

  “Exactly! This is exactly what we need to grow fast. Call Church, tell Lewis and the others. We need to get this ball rolling. I’ll handle the kid,” I said and throwing my cigarette on the ground, I rushed to get on the bike.

  Finally, things were beginning to fall into place around here and I was going to make sure that it went smoothly. I wasn’t going to miss this shot.

  Chapter 10

  Alexis

  I wasn’t working today and I was sitting at the small kitchen table, browsing uselessly on the laptop. It was already past ten and Oz was still sleeping in his room. He’d returned sometime early in the morning while I was asleep and now he was going to be in bed all day. It made me mad to think that he had developed such bad habits.